Things that bother me

This will be an ongoing list as there are several trillion things that bother me.

#1 all time thing that bothers me:
WET SOCKS.

anyways, some others are:

-laptop should never be pronounced, "lab"top.

-EVERYONE always thinks they're better than everyone else at pool.

-there are always boogers or things that look like boogers smooshed in the pages of a 90's math book.

Books

I find it very ironic that when I want to find out what the best books ever written are, I google it and books listing the best books ever written occupy the majority of my search results.

Fate

I wasn't sure about taking this internship for the fall semester. I thought it would have been better to take it in the spring, especially because I really wanted to take a film writing class which interfered with the internship times. But, I took it anyway and hoped that whatever happens in my life was meant to happen.

So somehow it worked out that I got to have my cake and eat it to. Right after learning how to write for the screen, I head over to my internship. But, the other day during class, Prof G. tells us that we're lucky because he's retiring and the class won't be offered from here on out.

How's that for having cake you can eat?

Fate

I wasn't sure about taking this internship for the fall semester. I thought it would have been better to take it in the spring, especially because I really wanted to take a film writing class which interfered with the internship times. But, I took it anyway and hoped that whatever happens in my life was meant to happen.

So somehow it worked out that I got to have my cake and eat it to. Right after learning how to write for the screen, I head over to my internship. But, the other day during class, Prof G. tells us that we're lucky because he's retiring and the class won't be offered from here on out.

How's that for having cake you can eat?

When Faced With Your Dreams You Don't Always Follow Them

My whole entire life, I thought I was born to write for a magazine. However, after going on the interview, and really thinking about my life in that field, I have come to the conclusion that it isn't really what I want. I don't care how many times people yell at me for changing my mind. I can't picture exactly what I'll be doing in the next 5 years. But I do know that saying I want to be in the magazine industry was just the closest field I could relate to my dream job which I haven't dreamt of yet. While I don't know precisely what I want to do with my life, I know precisely what I don't want to do. Although, I would like to write occasional reviews and articles, just not rely on them as my main source of income.

It's funny how something you wanted your whole life turns out to be exactly what you don't want. But I wouldn't have it any other way.

Things that are scarier than interviews

As I prepare for my internship interview tomorrow, I can't help but recall even scarier situations in my life.

THINGS THAT ARE SCARIER THAN INTERVIEWS:
-Meeting any of my boyfriend's parents.
-My last interview.
-Being a passenger on an airplane during a thunderstorm.
-Seeing the look on my mom's face when she found out I was stranded in the woods for 8 hours and thought it was fun.
-Bad group project members.
-Public speaking class.
-Seeing ex boyfriends with new girlfriends for the first time, while being extremely intoxicated.
-Not being able to find your dog in the backyard.
-Forgetting to do major homework assignments.
-Having your car overheat when your cellphone just died and you don't know where you are.
-Having your car overheat in the middle of a thunderstorm.
-Having your car overheat. Period.
-Thinking a cop is going to pull you over (but then he gets someone else).
-Losing your flashdrive.
-Not having tampons when you absolutely need one (Especially when you spent your last 5 bucks to chip in for a 30).

I like this list.
But I still don't feel any less scared....

isn't it weird how people tell their romantic partners more than they tell their best friends?

isn't it weird how people tell their romantic partners more than they tell their best friends?

becoming something

I would be lying if I said I recently started to feel nervous about where my life is going. So I won't lie to you. I have been nervous about that for around 10 years now. I have so many interests which I can't seem to narrow into a specific area. If only I knew what my true life calling was, then maybe I'd be able to settle for something. The issue is that I am so picky with places I want to work. But it's my life and I don't want to settle, so I guess I'm glad I haven't been truly called yet. I was talking to Stephen on the phone and I was telling him about my problems at work this week. We were talking on commercials from Batman Begins. The movie came back on so we hung up and I started stumblin'. Unfortunately the image I had posted here was removed from it's host site. However, it was a picture of two neon light sentences. One said, something like, "Everything will be okay." I can't recall the second.
Only in my life.

Why do these weird things always happen to me?

Like 2 years ago I wrote in this blog about something that happened to me. I can't really say it was something "weird". I haven't discovered the word for these things that happen to me. But I have decided that I need to write about them more often because if I don't, I will forget that they happened. Or I will forget the specific details which make them unique to themselves. Also, when I try to tell people about these things, they never believe me.

So here goes nothin':

On the way to pick up our friend Jon to head to NYC, I was telling Jessi about how I want to apply to a grad school that's pretty prestigious in the arts field. I told her how it's in the city. I also told her about another school in the same city, that will probably be easier to get into. We also listened to John Mayer (one of my favorite artists) and Jessi informed me that she knows someone who went on a date with him.

Nothing too crazy yet...

We grab Jon, hop on a train to NYC, hang out for a little and then head over to the Upright Citizen's Brigade Theater. The improv group is Death by Roo Roo.


They pick a person out of the audience, ask them about their family, then perform as that person's family for an hour.

First off, everyone knows that I am the perfect person to dicsuss fucked up families with. Come on now, I have 2 moms and 2 dads, 3 half sisters, a step brother, a step sister, a step uncle who's 11, an ex step grandmom who's 40 something, my stepmom is 15 years older than me who is 15 years younger than my dad...shall I continue?

Secondly, the guy they choose from the audience is a writing major (I am a writing major), more importantly, he's a writing major at the school I told Jessi about in the car.

Next, after Death by Roo Roo, was an open mic improv hour. Here, a kid stood up and talked about how he met John Mayer on the street. Also in this section, was an improv about Forrest Gump which is Jessi's favorite movie.

Seriously people. What are the chances that I would go to NYC on that particular night, at that specific comedy club and this happens?!?


I'll tell ya:

In my life, the chances are pretty high.

yeah

blogs
Who decided that the key to a successful blog is constantly updated? Would you rather read a thousand entries that I just took a piss, or read a couple of entries that could change your life?
quality over quantity people.

hypocrisy
I don't claim to be a non-hypocrite. I'm a human. I'm allowed to change my mind.

pain
When talking to my friend about the pain of a break up, I told him I'd rather have felt the year long pain after breaking up with my first love because it was life changing and taught me lessons I will never forget than not feel any pain at all
Later in the shower, I couldn't stop thinking about how scared I was to get my eyebrows waxed


there's different kinds of pain


the dead
What if those people who claim to hold the ability to speak to the dead are really murderers? Maybe they conned their way into getting victims to relay information they could turn into questions that only the victims closest family and friends would know the secret answers to.

convenience
You should never ever make something a part of your life out of convenience

irony
How ironic would it be if I died, and the things i treasured just about most in my life aside from pets and people, were my writings, all of which stemmed from my very first real break up. They're all password protected. Sure my files are backed up...but my computer is also password protected. Who do you think knows the password?

OMG I had two different sections about death. Please don't even start thinking I'm some sort of goth...have you seen my color scheme?!?!

Missing out

I think that a lot of you have been missing out on feeling extremely un-lonely. This because I have been afraid to write in my blog. Ever since pre-school I have had hardcore issues with copy-cats. Therefore, I will try to the best of my ability and have done so in my past posts, to cite whatever words I come across as the words of their original authors. No one under any circumstances may copy my personal words (usually uncited since they are my own) Nor may anyone under any circumstances copy my arrangement of cited and original material. All of these are punishable-by-law-conditions/terms of course, unless approved by myself for whoever as much as thinks about using anything published here as their own. Now that this bullshit is out of the way, here's what you've been missing out on.



Well, you're gonna have to read the next post because that's definitely not a "reader grasping" intro to a blog entry.

"Straight Up and Dirty"

I started reading "Straight Up and Dirty" by Stephanie Klein. As a writer, and a person who doesn't mind occasional constructive criticism, I'd like to say that I do like the plot line of this story so far. A girl in her late 20's, recently dumped by her fiance and life love, tries to get back into the dating scene. A realistic (as memoir's should be) story any girl who has been dumped at such a fragile time in life (wedding time) could relate to. However, I sometimes find her sentences to be a overly decorated. I often times try to write sentences to appeal to the audience as well. That's what writing is about. But it is also about knowing the balance between catching the writer's eye and over-feeding them with detail. Of course, this is my personal opinion and many of you may disagree. If you do, I'd love to hear it.

"Doors slam, windows open suddenly and, 'meant to be' flies in and sticks like marmalade on the sill of your life."