Fan fiction is what literature might look like if it were reinvented from scratch after a nuclear apocalypse by a band of brilliant pop-culture junkies trapped in a sealed bunker. They don’t do it for money. That’s not what it’s about. The writers write it and put it up online just for the satisfaction. They’re fans, but they’re not silent, couchbound consumers of media. The culture talks to them, and they talk back to the culture in its own language.

The Boy Who Lived Forever | Time Magazine (via dapper-hobbit)

Hey! I know you’re probably getting sick of all the Disney CollegeProgram questions, but I’m going to be doing the phone interview nextweek and I don’t know anybody who’s done the program :) Do you have anytips? Pretty much from what I’ve seen, I have to smile a lot..

Yes! Definitely smile a lot. And speak as clearly as you can. You’ll be nervous, but try. 🙂

And if you know what job you want, don’t be afraid to tell them. Disney job placement is kind of a crapshoot, and if you don’t know what you want, you’ll probably end up merchandise or quick service, and if that’s not what you want, you’ll be sad. So don’t be afraid to speak up! Tell them you want Magic Kingdom attractions, or Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boutique, or whatever, and if you can, tell them why.

But yeah! Good luck, Disney anon! May pixie dust shower down upon you! 😀

If you made a DCP tumblr, I would totally follow it. And ask lots ofobnoxious questions, like "OH DEAR GOD, WHAT ARE THEY GOING TO ASK MEABOUT?" The only thing I remember anyone telling me about the phoneinterview is to make sure you smile, because Disney can *hear* yoursmile. Also, never say you want Quick-service, or you will 100% end upbeing Quick-service.

So yeah…me and my friend Tara and my sister Lindsay are all former CPs.

I think we need to start a blog where we can answer all Disney College Program related questions and stuff. And tell stories about our experiences. And it would be awesome.

But yeah! Smile during your interview, even if it’s just on the phone. And if they ask you where you want to work, tell them where and why you want to work there. For my first interview, the other girl interviewing was just like “oh, yeah, I’ll work anywhere, I guess…” and I said “I want to work the Great Movie Ride,” and then told the recruiter the story about my first time riding it as a little girl.

I got GMR. The other girl got quick service at Port Orleans.

online shopping, how do I love thee? let me count the ways.

I love thy ease of selection.

I love thy lack of pushy salespeople.

I love thy gift of parking it on my couch instead of driving all over town.

I love wearing mine pajamas whilst perusing.

I love thy Labor Day promo codes.

I just bought three pairs of pants, three skirts, three tops, five skivvies, and a pair of shoes for roughly $200.

Part of me is mad that I have to spend so much money on nice sensible teachery clothes instead of fun exciting clothes.

But part of me is still going “WHEE I LOVE SHOPPING THIS IS FUN!!!1!1!!”

I went to a writer’s workshop today

-Only in the south would you have a writer’s workshop at a catfish restaurant.

-No, I did not eat any catfish.

-I did eat a fried pecan pie. Again, it’s the south.

-I was the youngest one there.

-There are several different versions of self-publishing, and some actually might be a viable option for me if traditional publishing doesn’t work out.

-One of the speakers kept loudly commenting about my baby. Because she thought I was pregnant. Really?! Twenty points from Caitlin’s Self Esteem.

-The speaker who talked about character development was pretty awesome.

-I am way mahead of the curve compared to all the older people when it comes to blogging.

-I might have accidentally sent a lot of nice middle aged ladies to Tumblr. God bless their souls. I should have warned them about what it was like.

-Someone called me Kristen.

-I was invited to join the writer’s group. Yay!

-I went to Target afterwards, to buy a notebook and a lunchbox and shaving cream for my bear my husband, and I had just gotten into my car, the Book of Mormon soundtrack blaring, when I look across the parking lot to see OMG MORMONS.

No, seriously, it was a like a clown car of nice Mormon boys. And this boy in a purple tee shirt was talking to them and he hugged one of them round the neck and the show finale was blaring and I was like “THIS IS AWESOME.”

-Now I am cleaning my house without wearing any pants.

I AM PUTTING ON MY GROWNUP KNICKERS.

I spent all morning in the social security office and the DMV.

I spent an hour with a roomful of seventh graders.

I spent two and a half hours corralling first graders all over campus.

but I am going to go running anyway.

And then I will come home and make stir fry so my husband can have a nice healthy dinner.

(The man would live on grilled cheesuses and Taco Bell if I let him.)

And then I am going to sew a business professional skirt so I can wear it tomorrow.

TODAY I WILL BE A GROWN UP.

so I might have just purchased Rachel Berry’s I Feel Pretty/Unprettydress…

I probably should not have purchased it.

Buuuut…

I just pitched a large chunk of my wardrobe (seriously, when you stop growing at the age of twelve, clothing just accumulates) and I chucked most of my casual dresses.

Plus, I was planning on putting together some new outfits for my Disney World trip in October, so I’m going to save it for that.

Plus plus, I checked over le finances with el husbando, and P gave me the okay.

SO YEAH NOW I’M JUST SUPER EXCITED.

IT SHALL ARRIVE IN 5-10 BUSINESS DAYS.

*waits by the front door*