I hope that by naming these things to the world, they will have less power over me.
"Things of which I am jealous"
aka "If you have these things, I'm jealous of you"
steady jobs
comfy apartments
championship rings (especially Super Bowl)
designer perfumes
size 0
husbands
fiances
boyfriends
famous acquaintances/friends
pretty/fat babies
artistic talent
musical talent
dramatic talent
really impressive athletic talent
convertibles
hybrid luxury cars
spot on NASCAR circuit
patience
purpose
the ability to eat noodles, bread, bagels, cookies, brownies, cake, twizzlers, soy sauce, pizza, etc without repercussions
international savvy
multilinguality (I know that's not a word)
private jets
odd but super-cool fashion sense
the ability to buy cheap-and-comfy sexy shoes
law degree
doctoral degree
various other advanced degrees
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Friday, January 16, 2009
Square One
You're in control/Is there anywhere you want to go?
The future's for discovering/The space in which we're travelling
Too bad it seems as if I am just discovering tread-upon ground. I'm retreading the "sphere in which [I've] been brought up." (Maybe if I'm wise, I won't quit it, eh, Lady Catherine?)
I spent all day, with the help of my good friend, Jeremy, packing up the remnants of my life on Medalist Drive and delivering it to my family's home in Chapel Hill. I have mixed feelings, not because I dread living here, or I think I will feel like I'm 18 again; rather, I always feel somewhat anxious when the future is unclear. I haven't had to deal with that feeling very often in my short life, despite all the moves. At least I have always had my family there, and that constant is not in the least unappreciated. But not only have I moved back in with my parents like myriad other recent college graduates, but I also have no idea how long I will be here or how long I will be unemployed. I want to hold out for something amazing, but I may have to settle for something to pay the bills. God knows what I need to do and how I need to spend my time, and what will prepare me for the calling he has on my life.
I'm ready for another adventure. Should I go off to Turkey with Mom's friends? Should I apply for jobs in another city? Which? I can pick any city... the hard part is actually getting hired.
As I wait to answer my questions, or better yet, to have my questions answered, I will take it a day at a time. I am closer to Tiffany&Joe, Becca, Kristine, and Katie, and now I'm within walking distance of Trader Joe's and Whole Foods! (Again.) My furniture is in the same exact layout as when I left at 18, but I believe I'm a little wiser and more appreciative and less self-centered. (Yes, it is possible that I was more self-centered than I am now! Shocker, I know.)
Who said you can't go home again?
I just did.
The future's for discovering/The space in which we're travelling
Too bad it seems as if I am just discovering tread-upon ground. I'm retreading the "sphere in which [I've] been brought up." (Maybe if I'm wise, I won't quit it, eh, Lady Catherine?)
I spent all day, with the help of my good friend, Jeremy, packing up the remnants of my life on Medalist Drive and delivering it to my family's home in Chapel Hill. I have mixed feelings, not because I dread living here, or I think I will feel like I'm 18 again; rather, I always feel somewhat anxious when the future is unclear. I haven't had to deal with that feeling very often in my short life, despite all the moves. At least I have always had my family there, and that constant is not in the least unappreciated. But not only have I moved back in with my parents like myriad other recent college graduates, but I also have no idea how long I will be here or how long I will be unemployed. I want to hold out for something amazing, but I may have to settle for something to pay the bills. God knows what I need to do and how I need to spend my time, and what will prepare me for the calling he has on my life.
I'm ready for another adventure. Should I go off to Turkey with Mom's friends? Should I apply for jobs in another city? Which? I can pick any city... the hard part is actually getting hired.
As I wait to answer my questions, or better yet, to have my questions answered, I will take it a day at a time. I am closer to Tiffany&Joe, Becca, Kristine, and Katie, and now I'm within walking distance of Trader Joe's and Whole Foods! (Again.) My furniture is in the same exact layout as when I left at 18, but I believe I'm a little wiser and more appreciative and less self-centered. (Yes, it is possible that I was more self-centered than I am now! Shocker, I know.)
Who said you can't go home again?
I just did.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
A Conversation, or 3+4=7 (DCB reference), or the Diary of Life
me: ok so you want to know what just happened
nick: i just clicked on your box to type you something...
and then you already said something else
and then you already said something else
me: ok you tell me first then
i'm sure you thought of it first, but i was too quick for you so i beat you to it
[redacted because it's not very nice]
nick: hold on, that does sound interesting
[redacted because it's not very nice]
nick: hold on, that does sound interesting
me: shut up
so i sold my couch today
nick: congratulations
nick: congratulations
[redacted because it's not interesting or funny]
me: yeah i suppose
ok so now it's my turn to tell you my storynick: hit me.
me: so i had been a little jumpy when my phone went off in the past 5 minutes
but then my speaker started making noise like my phone was going to ring
and i noticed, and then my phone rang, and my heart skipped like 3 beats and i said out loud "freaking a"
and nobody's here
but I HAD NOTICED and i still jumped
nick: ...that was possibly the most confusing story.
me: really?
nick: so your phone didnt ring, but then it did? and then you jumped?
what
me: it did ringme: b/c i'm jumpy! and then she texted me AGAIN, and before it came through and the sound was made and it vibrated, the speaker started being fuzzy
me: it did ring
no this is what happened
my mom texted me, and i jumped a lil
nick: why
is your phone scary?
and i thought to myself "i bet my phone will ring"
and then it DID ring
and i jumped a LOT and shouted "Freaking AAAA!"
and no, my phone is not scary
nick: hahaha
you need to journal that story. if anything from your life is worth passing down through generations, its that story.
me: ok i'll put it in my blog
nick: hah good
me: actually i'll just put this whole conversation in
out everything you said
[redacted because it's not interesting]
oh crap, i cant
the [redacted because it's not very nice] should not be preserved
dang it nick, you screwed everything up
nick: hahah well just edit that part out
me: it wont make sense then
bc the first thing you say is that you were going to say something, and then i will editout everything you said
[redacted because it's not interesting]
nick: i was actually be facetious
factitious?
me: no you were right
me: no you were right
nick: i was being snide.
me: facetious
what?!? you?!?
nick: snarky is probably my favorite adjective
or snarkily as an adverb
if i was on a spelling bee team, we'd be called the snarks
me: yeah i could see that
me: she was like cmon janel there must be something you can do... and i was like, nope.
haha
only a spelling team?
can i be on the snarks?
i'm a grade-A speller
one time my cousin and i were going to be in a talent show and she said "what can you do?" and the only thing i could think of was "i can spell!"nick: well what other team would appreciate the snarks?
haha
me: it's true
nick: thats awesome
me: yeah, she didn't think so
nick: that is entry 2 to your diary of life
nick: how old were you
me: um, 14
nick: this wasnt in college?
oh wow, i was thinking like 8
well you could have always fought in a battle of wits
thats talent show quality
put on a suit of armor and verbally berate some 14 year oldsme: that is brilliant. i would wax the floor with the spittle from their braces-filled mouths
nick: haha spittle
Nick, I can't thank you enough for the constant inspiration you are to me. For example, the above snippet of conversation.
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Nick, I can't thank you enough for the constant inspiration you are to me. For example, the above snippet of conversation.
To my faithful readers: If you were disappointed by the lack of substance to this post, please lodge your complaints with the administrator at administrator@gmail.com. If you thought this glimpse into the everyday occurances in the life of the author was worthwhile and insightful, please feel free to leave complimentary comments.
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