i'm late for a jean folding seminar, let's locomote

So, this morning I had this big meeting at a radio station to talk about partnering on a project I'm working on...and it.was.awesome. Seriously. I was actually really nervous, because I listen to these people on the radio every morning, so first off, it's kind of weird to sit in a room with someone you sort of drive to work with every day. But I'm not a really starry eyed person in general, so it wasn't really that. It was more like the realization that these relationships could mean something really important for the project, and for my life. Beyond that....walking into the office....I could not stop thinking about the movie Reality Bites. You know when Lelaina meets Michael, who works and the MTV-like place called "In Your Face"? The office is all shiny and metallic, there are video screens and music and it's all high-techy and flashy. That was pretty much it. Like the vibe is totally, p.s. you might not be cool enough to be here. Funny enough, as we were getting the tour of the place after the meeting, one of the girls told us that the entry way was acctually designed to sort of intimidate you. So, there you have it. Shiny, metallic, in your face intimidation.

Anyways, Reality Bites, oh how I love thee...Vicky Miner, how I sympathize with your tragic, loveless relationships, your meaningless underemployment, and your coping through sarcasm. Lelaina Pierce, how I identify with your Diet Coke addiction, chain smoking in times of stress, your grand visions for yourself and changing the world, and your pixie haircut. I had that haircut. And Troy Dyer, I actually had to study your intellectual cynicism in my 20th Century Religion class in college. Honestly, we watched this movie and had to write a paper on it.

Vickie Miner: You don't understand, every day, all day, it's all that I think about, OK? Every time I sneeze, it's like I'm four sneezes away from the hospice. And it's like it's not even happening to me, it's like I'm watching it on some crappy show like Melrose Place or some shit right, and I'm the new character, I'm the HIV AIDS character and I live in the building and I teach everybody that 'It's OK to be near me, it's OK to talk to me.' And then I die. And there's everybody at my funeral wearing halter tops or chokers or some shit like that.
Charlane McGregor: Why don't you get a job at the Burgerrama? They'll hire you! My Lord, I saw on the TV, they had this little retarded boy working the register.
Lelaina: Because I'm not retarded, Mom. I was the Valedictorian of my University!
Wes McGregor: Well you dont have to put that on your application.

Troy Dyer: There's no point to any of this. It's all just a... a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes. So I take pleasure in the details. You know... a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter become a cackle... and I, I sit back and I smoke my Camel Straights and I ride my own melt.