Sunday, November 21, 2010


There is a rumor in my family that we are related to the Hiltons. You know, Conrad Hilton. Be My Guest. My granddaughter has issues. Those Hiltons. My paternal grandparents use to boast this to company, while my mom rolled her eyes in the background. "They're not even related by blood," my mom would secretly scoff to us children.   

Whatever the truth may be, I like to think that I am related to the Hiltons. And I like to think that this is the reason why I am not phased in the slightest by wealth.

Which may explain one of the reasons that I am not impressed by my boss.

I mean, he's only a millionaire. I know that I am merely a child of the middle class, but please---millionaires are a dime a dozen these days, right?

I'd also like to mention that my boss is not the nicest of people. He is racist homophobe who subscribes to Christianity. He chew people out using four letter words, with the rage of a temper tantrum throwing two year old.  And as an English major, "F*** You's" and "NO SH**" seem very blase.  


 Whenever he uses these choice words with me, I simply remind myself that he may have millions but I have something that he doesn't have---a college degree.


I usually remind myself of this when I am in my car, on my lunch break, bawling my eyes out.


I have gone through a lot of klenex in the past few months.


Maybe it's depression. Maybe it's me feeling sorry for myself.


Whatever it is, I need to figure it out.


Oh snizzz. I was suppose to make a doctor's appointment.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

And I'm Back, From Outerspace...


I'm back.

I took a break from bloging for awhile, as you may have noticed. 

I decided that I had nothing to write about and no one wanted to hear me complain about how much I hated work. 


Well, I still dislike work but that doesn't mean I don't have anything to write about. 

There is nothing wrong with chronicling your depressive moods, your moments of happy simplicity or your battle through a quarterlife crisis. 

I may have risen above the ramen from college, but I still have a lot more rising to do.

That being said:

I'm trying this new thing:

Using my lists to demonstrate positivity. 

And here I go:

1. I am grateful for my own room in my own apartment that has a comfy bed and a nice laptop and a very classic picture of Audrey Hepburn on the wall.

2. I am grateful for my love of food. It motivates me and just plain makes me happy and content. Hello, Trader Joes.

3. I am grateful that I have such a wonderful family that will change their Thanksgiving plans just for me.

4. I am grateful that I have a boyfriend who is so sensitive and loving. Today, when I apologized for my crying and ranting, he said "Don't be sorry. I am invested in you. I care about you. Never be sorry."

5. I am grateful that my roommates and I get along. We made apple dumplings today. It was swell. 

Sunday, October 3, 2010


I have purposely stayed away from my blog for a few days because I didn't want to rant and complain about work. I don't think that most people want to hear a twenty-something complain about how they loath their part time job, when most people in this economy would gladly take any job that came their way. 

SO, the purpose of this entry is to build myself up instead of resort to pity parties. And so, I have made a few rules.


1. I will detach myself from the situation at work if things go sour (i.e my boss gets pissy) and remind myself not to take his actions so personally (i.e strap on the teflon skin)

2. I will remind myself that being given more hours is not a death sentence, but instead an opportunity to make more money. (Starting tomorrow, I will take on a 40 hour week).

3. I will take my mom's advice and try to give myself a purpose at my job--like remind myself that I am helping people or improving someone's day (this is hard for me: most of the time, the only person I feel like I'm helping is my boss, and personally, taking care of his cigar humidor and screening his calls for him doesn't seem like a lot in the grand scheme of humanity). BUT I'm going to try to find a purpose.

4. I will treat myself and take care of myself when things get stressfully or crummy.

5. I will leave my work drama at the door when I get home. Home is MY place and I choose for it to be a stress free atmosphere. 

6. I also want to remind myself that this is just a job. If something happens (like I get FIRED per say), I can always find another one. This whole year is simply a learning experience.

Monday, September 27, 2010

Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day (Alexander Style)


I hope you've all read Alexander's No Good Very Bad Day at least once. It's a great children's book that teaches that everyone has bad days, even in Australia.

And what do you know, I had such a day.


1. My boss yelled at me. He asked me to meet him in the club room and I thought he said the conference room. My bad. When I finally did find him I was greeted by a man smoking a cigar and reading an newspaper, who uttered a snarly "Now means now."  He was upset because he didn't like the song playing on the system ( I don't make the playlist, FYI). I'm sorry you don't like Green Day buddy, but that's no reason to yell at me. And I'm sorry that you think you are so important that you can't get up off your own behind and push a button on an iPod. I have now coined a very nice nickname for him: JefFU.

2. Lack of sleep, Ty and I had a long talk last night, which resulted in me only getting 5 hours of sleep. It also resulted in a stuffy nose and the loss of a box of tissues, as I did a lot of crying. Everything is okay right now, but seriously, thin walls are no fun when you are having said situation.

3.  35 minutes spent on phone with Fed Ex. There was an issue with a package and JefFU needed to know why. The reason, "sometimes these things happen" is apparently not good enough for him. So, I, the temp, got the lovely job of calling a 1-800 number and getting transfered a million times. 

Golly, geee woow. Rotten day.

But I am home and I plan to sleep. 

I also plan to remove all traces of my name from this blog. 

Saturday, September 25, 2010

This Week(ends)'s Agenda

Way back when, oh say about 10 years ago, I was a secretary for our local 4-H group. Go ahead and laugh (I am), but those peeps taught me to sew and cook and can like no one's business. And they also taught me how to take notes. In honor of them, I thought I'd borrow secretarial format...okay, not really because of them, but because I just wanted to.


1.Fight with best friend

2.Close proximity to brother

3.Arrogant dude at work


1.Fight with boyfriend (argument or disagreement is really a better word)

2. Enjoying close proximity to brother

3. Work is getting better.


1. A recent phone call which began with a compliment (Me: "can't wait for us to live together") and ended with a conflict (Him: "Sometimes thinking about this leaves me a little anxious.) Arrghhh! The most annoying thing about arguing long distance is that these things always seem to happen at an inopportune time---as did this one, as he was at a coffee house and I was surrounded by thin walls and roommates. Yikes.  Resolution? Yes. Lingering yucky feelings? Maybe just a bit.

2.  My brother and I hung out today. K joined the Crew team and as a result, we haven't gotten to hang out much. Apparently, Crew is both physically and socially draining. Anyways, I snatched K from the dorms, took him back to my place and made him a good ol' homemade dinner. He loved it. As did I. Perhaps we could make this a weekly thing? 

3. Work is getting better, like a said above. I've done everything from polish silver knifes to contact AG candidates to fax invoices. 9-3. That's me. Arrogant dude is still arrogant. And for some reason, I always make a fool of myself in front of him. But you know what? I'm putting on the teflon skin and just letting it slide off my shoulders. Or at least that's what I'm trying to do. 


1. Trip to SC to Visit T

2. Jersey Shore Parties

3. My Thrifting Glories



Wednesday, September 22, 2010

This Blog Should Really Be Titled: How To Live With Cool People

No, seriously. 

I, am, for once in my life, surrounded by cool people.

I am living with them, in fact.

That being far, I really like my roommates. And I really like work.

(Minus an arrogant pretty boy who makes me feel stooooppidd. He does. But I'm trying not to let him.)

I've been working 8 hour days. Remember when I was complaining about 4 hour ones?

What a wimp I was. 


1. My brother moved into the dorms. For those of you who don't know, K is going to school at my alma mater (which is also where I live currently).

2. My BFF and I are having issues. Does this happen? I know people have issues with their BFs but BFFs? Really? 

Friday, September 17, 2010

Teee Geee Eyyyee Effff!

No, seriously.

It's Friday.

T's visiting this weekend and I just put his favorite--tamale pie--in the oven. When I got off work, I ran to Target and I bought Mike's Hard Lemonade to celebrate (my first time buying alcohol at a store, no joke).

Man, Friday hasn't felt this good since, well, high school. Remember when we went to school for like hours and hours, back to back? Yeah, I haven't had this feeling since high school.

And guess what!? I got a promotion, or as much of a promotion as a temp could get, I suppose.

They want me to work more hours! Ca-ching!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Just Call Me Anne Hathaway

"I used to worry too much, take myself too seriously. I had to learn that perfectionism slows everything down. All it does is keep you motivated by fear." -Anne Hathaway

For some reason, I love this quote. I think it may have to do with the fact that Anne Hathaway and moi share a few similarities. We both admit to being perfectionistic at times and we both admit that we worry a little to much. My anxiety level, as well as my desire for perfection, is something that I grapple with everyday. After a quarter or so of counseling sessions last year at school, I've learned how to better deal with both. But I'm still dealing and I'm sure you'll see more of my battle to overcome it. Stick around long enough and you'll see what I mean.

Oh and speaking of Miss Hathaway, I had a Devil Wears Prada moment today. I had to pick up a sandwich for my boss. Just like Anne's character, I ran around town looking for the silly sandwich place( which was extremely hidden between a court building and an old opera house). And apparently my boss has "Miranda Presely" status, because as soon as I uttered his name the sandwich was in my hands.

Hello? I didn't know that this happened outside books and movies.

Also, I forgot to mention that the people I am working for are worth millions of dollars. Cool, yes. Intimidating, slightly.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

You're Gonna Make it After All

So, I may have had a crazy day that began with:

"You need to step up your phone skills" (via swanky temp job that sort of intimidates me)

and ended with:

"I don't want to do my homework or eat dinner or do anything you say" (via babysitting)

And 10 hours later I was home.


My Mom keeps telling me that I remind her of the theme from Mary Tyler Moore.

And I have to agree somewhat. I may not throw my hat in Time Square or live in NY, but despite all this chaos and confusion, you know what?

I am going to make it after all.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Self Soothing Via Listing

Hello, all.

I'm currently in minor crisis mode and I really have no clue why.

Okay, I have a few ideas why.

1. I'm tired. Doesn't everything seem ten times worse when you are either tired or on your period? If both happen, god forbid, you've got yourself a situ-ation, right there.

Luckily, I'm only tired. Reason being: I'm relearning how to survive in the workplace and it dragging all of the life out of me. Apparently, I'm a light weight if I feel this way after a temp job.

2. I am tired.

3. I am tired.

4. Why did writing this post seem like a good idea at the time? I think I'll get sidetracked and peruse claw foot bathtubs again.

Loving this one:

Monday, September 13, 2010

Playing this Game Called Waiting

Okay, so you know how I said that the star's must have aligned when I moved into my new apartment?

I'm beginning to think that they might not have aligned all the way.

Reason being this:

Tandem parking is extremely unfortunate.

For those of you who don't know what that is, I'll explain. Basically, my apartment complex (which is lovely and some would even say luxurious) only gives each residence 2 parkings spots. These parking spots happen to be lined up behind each other. Meaning a car is parked directly behind a car. Meaning, unless you are the car on the outside, you can't get out.

Meaning, I have to wait for my roommate, J, to get home so we can move cars and so that I can get to work on time in the morning.

waiting, waiting, waiting....

But while on the subject of work:

Not only is my part time temp job going well (another post for another time) but I also got an interview at TARGET!!!



Star realignment, anyone?

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Reviewing "Shacking Up"

So it's no secret that I love the public library.

Free books?

I'm there.

The local public library happens to be in walking distance from my apartment, so I've already been there twice this week (one more reason that leads me to think that the star's aligned when I moved here).

And whilst there, I ran across a section in the Non Fic that stopped me in my tracks.

Apparently, there is a section about cohabiting and how to do it successfully.

Hello!? I need this book!

Unlike my love for the library, my dream of cohabiting with T is somewhat more secret. We've decided that next year we will consider taking the plunge--i.e sharing a lease.

Opting for the bubblegummy cover over the boring Idiot's Guide to Cohabiting (I kid not), I decided on Shacking Up: The Smart Girl's Guide to Living in Sin Without Getting Burned.

Doesn't that just sound more fun?

Sitting in my bathtub, soaking, I began reading this book. And I liked it. NOTHING was sugar coated. The Whitman Sisters discussed the whole statistic that I've heard in ALL my college psych classes: Cohabiting couples who marry risk a 50% divorce rate. But there is more to that statistic than meets the eye. 1. It is outdated and 2. It forgets to mention that cohabiting couples who have a plan (i.e marriage in a year) can actually have extremely successful marriages with low divorce reates. It's the cohab-couples who slid into marriage as a next resort or because they feel they should that are in trouble.

My favorite chapter was entitled "Breaking the News to Friends and Family." I definitely ear marked this section so I can review it a few times before the time comes.

My only major problemo with the book? Every person that was interviewed or referenced was 29+. What about us 22 year old gals, huh? I mean come on.

More musings and mumblings on cohabs later.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Blah Says the Insomniac

It's 11:21.

I took a bath. I read a book. I lit a candle. It was a soothing experience. You would think that I'd be ready for bed? I guess not.

Because, as I've made clear already, it is 11:21. And that means I should be asleep and in bed.

Potential reasons for my insomnia:

1. I drank a cup of Moroccan mint tea before bed. Caffeine? I think so. Those crazy Moroccans, mixing herbal with addictive. Did I mention this stuff is amazing?

2. I have had little social contact for the past few days. Unless you count the 9 year old I babysit or the lady at the library counter. Skyping my brother, parents, friends and boyfriend doesn't count.
Too much alone time makes Linds a restless girl.

3. I have this thing hanging over my head on Monday. I'm once again temping at this swanky investing firm. I was requested because they were "so impressed with me last time." Well, I do answer a phone and push buttons very well. I also know how to type. Ask anymore of me on Monday, and I may let you down. Okay, okay, I know. I am totally not helping myself here.
But this is who I am. I WORRY ABOUT THE UNKNOWN. Not so much WHAT IF the world will end tomorrow or WHAT IF I get mobbed in a parking lot, but more so WHAT IF they ask me to do something I don't know how to do? Or WHAT IF I do something completely and totally wrong.

I promise I've worked through some of this in therapy.

4. My lovely boyfriend (I don't mean that sarcastically), who I usually talk to before bed is out with his sister and her friends at a pub. Jealous? Not really. Thrown off? Yes.
I like routine. And talking to T is part of my bedtime routine.

5. I (was) am hungry. I am turning into my Dad. He tends to get hungry in the middle of the night. As do I now, apparently. Grape nuts for him, peanut butter and crackers for me.

Thursday, September 9, 2010


I need work clothes.

When did I decide that it was simply okay to only own jeans and inappropiately short dresses/skirts? Apparently, I made this decision somewhere along the line because I am seriously lacking this mystical thing called a working wardrobe.
I’ve already used my interview outfit and back up interview outfit, so when I arrive on Monday I either have the choice of slut skirt or a previously worn outfit—-neither of which is an option.

I might make a teeeny tinnny trip to the Vac outlets this weekend. Perhaps, step into J Crew?

Spend money I really shouldn’t spend.

Well, in my mom’s words:

“Office clothes are an investment.”

Yeah. Look at me investing in my future.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010


DAY 1 of living in new apartment

Today, I woke up in a new room. I like this room. I have a ceiling fan. I have a plant. I have a very grown up looking bedspread.

I also woke up in what some might call a state of anxiety. My body was shaking a little and my stomach was quaking a lot. Basically, I was all nerves.

Reason being: I have an "interview" tomorrow with a Temp Agency. Except at 7:00 this morning I didn't really understand the latter. Having talked to my mom--in an attempt to calm myself down--I soon learned that this "interview" really shouldn't be all too scary. Besides failing the Excel skills test and having to pull some crazy strings to print my resume at the UCD library, this situation shouldn't be that bad. So, tomorrow, I drive to Woodland in my interview attire (I really don't know how I feel about my trouser slacks but they'll do) and do this thing. By 10ish tomorrow, this ordeal will be over and maybe I'll even have a job. (will deal with that anxiety when the time comes)

My new roommate Jolie, who also just moved in, is really nice but quiet. For once in my life, I feel like the crazy loud confident girl. I talked her into letting me use her Kerbos password for the UCD library. This is so not me. Maybe I'm becoming more confident?

Of course, I did drive a moving van on Sunday. After I pulled up to the new apartment in my U Haul, my mom took one look at me and said "You've got balls, girl."

I suppose I do. I could have just boomaranged back home, taken up my old job and lived a quiet but financially sound existance. But I have done just the opposite.

Go me?

Sunday, July 25, 2010


I was a bit excited when I found out that Going the Distance, starring Drew Barrymore and Justin What's His Face, is attempting to chronicle the humor and heartache of a LDR. I'm not huge on Chick Flicks (another post for another post) but I am willing to check this one out or at least rent it.

Why was I so "excited" when I came across this movie? Because I'm in a long distance relationship that's why.

There are days when I feel that the world in front of me only consists of hand holding couples, flirtatious laughter and loving glances. On these particular days, it seems that everywhere I go people are in love. When the world around me morphs into a surreal version of Disneyland on Valentine’s Day, I must remind myself that I too have someone to laugh with and to love. It is on days like these that I am constantly reminded that I am in a long distance relationship, and it is days like these that I feel the most alone.

Yet, statistically I am not alone. According to The Journal of Social Psychology, about one third of all dating relationships amongst college students are long distance, and their prevalence is even greater amongst first year students, such as transfers or freshman. It appears that not only are more young adults opting for the college route, but choosing to follow their own dreams and goals despite the presence of a relationship. Ambitions are high—students are taking on both midterms and midmonth flights to their significant others. And to stay afloat in this fast paced age of texting and tweets, long distance relationships have transformed into three short letters: LDR.

The above is from an article I wrote last Fall for my UWP class. At that point, I was fed up with all the negativity that had been thrown my way regarding my own LDR. I was use to people's faces morphing into looks of pity when they heard that my boyfriend lived miles and miles away. I was use to people launching into long stories about their brother's cousin's nephew's own LDR that had ended in tragic break up. And I was sick of people questioning the validity of my relationship. As my boyfriend simply and aptly put it--"Most people think long distance relationships aren't real relationships."

But here I am, more than two years into mine and still going strong. Sure, the stress of such a relationship can wear on you. And sure, it takes work like everyone says.

(That being said, I definitely have to remember to charge my phone.)

But I wouldn't give it up for anything.


(yeah, whateves.)


Stay tuned for more LDR musings and mumbles.

Explanations and Definitions

I feel a bit embarrassed. I haven't written a post for my blog in months. But who am I apologizing to?
My mother?
She's the only person who reads my blog--which may be one of the reason that I post so infrequently. In fact, right before graduation, my patience blew a fuse and I posted a not so nice, but extremely organized, rant about my former roommates. A day later, I received a voicemail from my mom saying "Do you really think you should post something like that? What if they [former roommates] were to read it?"
My Mother is usually right about these things.

So needless to say, I deleted the post and have yet to blog since. I think I'm a bit worried that my words will catch up to me someday.

But, the summer is half way over and I've decided I need to suck up this fear and keep writing, because really...what else is there to do?

My summer so far has consisted of the following:

1. Job hunting via my computer
Definition: An extremely saddening experience, which only highlights my lack of, well...experience. Also, online applications are a bitch. Seriously, who designed these things? A tortured soul, that's who. The last online application I filled out
took an hour and asked for a cover letter that I spent a good deal of time sweating over. Only come to find out, when I pushed the "submit application button," seconds later the status of my application read "under qualified." ?!?!? Thank you.

2. Reuniting with friends
Definition: Spending lot's of money on dinner, lunches, ice creams and coffee. Reminiscing about our friendship before we/I went away to college and mututally complaining about the job market. These reunions are kind of bittersweet, as in the back of my mind I know that this is all that is left of our friendship--meeting up every year or so when we are in the same location. Also, you begin to realize that people change. For example, good girls can turn into vodka stealing pot smokers. Who knew?

3. Studying for the CBEST
Definition: Having my younger brother reteach me basic mathematics. I hate math, and even more than I hate math---I hate math without a calculator. I am seriously panicking right now, as I still have a lot to cover and only a week or so left to study. And although I have been studying for a month, I have to say that morale is low. I seriously don't know what my chances are of passing the math portion.
Also, my brilliant idea to become a substitute teacher while I pursue other jobs turned out not to be so brilliant. Apparently, due to teacher lay offs, there are now plenty of highly qualified individuals who can be subs, leaving no room for individuals like me on the sub lists. Go figure. But I am pressing on. I'm going to get my CBEST score, darnnit!

Monday, May 31, 2010

Thoughts on Carrie Bradshaw

So late yesterday afternoon, I arrived home from visiting le boyfriend in Santa Cruz. I was tired, I was bored and I was fighting both a migraine and allergies from Hell. Needless to say, I was not in the mood to tackle my to-do list (see previous post). Instead, noticing a copy of Sex and the City: The Movie, laying on our coffee table, I decided to pop it in. And began watching. And noticed this:

Carrie Bradshaw makes life look so easy.

Sure, she has Mr. Big issues, but really? Life doesn't suck too much if you are Carrie Bradshaw.

First of all, she is a super successful writer who writes not so brilliant books/columns, but us as viewers are suppose to find them to be brilliant/revolutionary. Most of the time she has the most random analogies. Are men really like a pair of designer shoes? Also, she can afford Manolo Blahniks on her freelance writer's salary. Uh, huh. If this were reality, I would be going to grad school for journalism in the Fall.

Secondly, she wears pearl necklaces to bed. And her bra. And I'm pretty sure she wears makeup too. I cannot pull this off. I like to comfortable when I sleep. Also, I don't own a pearl necklace.

Thirdly, she has a group of four, rich and fabulous girl friends who can fly her to Abu Dhabi at a moments notice. To live in a world of that much fabulousity? Does it even exist outside of movies and "reality" TV?

Maybe, life is easy for her because she is fifty? She's got it figured out. She's fifty and she still acts like a twenty something. Which is confusing for those who are actually twenty something.

I'm confused. But I still love Sex and the City.
And "reality TV." I can't bash either without feeling like a hypocrite.
AND I want these!

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

O, Paper Week.


Which means two things:

1. Finals Week is approaching.
2. (MY) Graduation will follow.

As I'm a bit too stressed /busy/ anxious to write a full blown post, I thought I'd post another list. There is something assuring about listing---it calms me down a bit. In fact, I just discovered a great site called

Here's a look a current list of mine that I just put up. Coincidently, it is composed of everything I must do (academia wise) before I can touch my diploma.

Thursday, May 20, 2010


I love lists. In fact, I think that if I ever did pursue a post bachelor degree it would be in Library Science. Yes, I know that there is more to it than just organized lists, but whatever. I love lists. Everyone around me knows this is true. Especially the strangers who sit next to me in lecture. If lecture gets boring, I find this an opportune time to either start doodling ( I doodle the weirdest things...) or make a list. In fact, I did this today during Developmental Pysch and Victorian Lit:

I want to do the following things next year:

-reteach myself to sew
-go dancing in Sac
-get a library card from the bibliotecha de Davis
-join a gym or find a yoga class
-learn how to trim my own bangs
-actually write in my blog/tumblr
-live the dorm life vicariously through my 18 year old brother....(another post for another time)
-buy a plant for my room and keep it alive
-learn how a "deal" with preparing raw meat (Explanation: my roommate is Vegetarian, and I try to respect that and consequencely haven't touched raw meat in forever)

So, that's the list.

More on that later.

Monday, May 3, 2010

The Post Where Lindsey Spends A lot

Still suffering from senioritis. I can't concentrate. I can't do much at all. I've decided that I am bored with all things school. And I've decided that my status as a Senior means that I have mastered school, which explains the boredom. This is what I'm telling myself.

This weekend I took a break from my psuedo stressful life and went to visit my boyfriend in Santa Cruz. Yes, I have a boyfriend in SC. Yes, that means I'm in a long distance relationship. Yes, that means another post for another day.

Anyways, it was a wonderful weekend. We swung down to Berkeley to pick up our friend and headed on to San Fran. There is something so freeing about spontaneous roadtripping. Also, the Parking Gods were on our side this weekend, as we did not have to pay a single penny for parking in Berkeley or San Fran. Thank you wonderful person who left us a three hour parking stub in the ticket vendor. Thank you random street in SF that has no parking limitations (we all got out and read the sign--we couldn't believe it either!).

The above made (both paragraph and picture) me very happy, because I spent a little too much this weekend. Not a lot, but just a little more than I typically do. But gas, and overpriced tourist clam chowder and the Santa Cruz Diner add up.

And to top it off, I went out again tonight. (You may get the notion that I don't eat out much because I tend to complain when I do--you're right.) However, tonight was special; I had dinner with my new roomies. Tonight, I had the pleasure of dinning with four UC girls. I'm kind of excited about next year because they seem like they are outgoing and fun. My current roommates are really sweet but extremely studious, which sometimes makes for boring conversation and boring Friday nights. (Currently, my roomate is reading outloud to herself in French) Hopefully, they will be a good balance of crazy fun and quiet nights at home. And hopefully I'll learn a new language because all four are billingual.

I have my Food Science and Folklore midterm tomorrow, so I'm praying that it goes well. I just filled in my dry erase calendar for this month, and realized that May is going to be a bit....full.

Like my stomach. Mmmm. Chocolate bunny from Easter. I may have had the will power to save it, but not the will power to stop once I'm eating it.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Breaking the Myth of Senioritis and Other Highlights of My Week

This blog may be labeled Life After College but unfortunately I am still in college at the moment. I say unfortunately because I am still taking midterms and buying books and attending lectures. And I am still stuck reading perhaps one of the most dreaded books in the English language--Paradise Lost. For those of you who don't know, I am an English major, so I do a lot of reading. Don't get me wrong, I am use to heavy reading. I eat and breathe books. But as of this quarter I want to take said book and throw it against the wall. I get the feeling that Milton and I would not have been friends. And I get the feeling that this thing called senioritis, really does exist.

For those of you who remember senioritis from high school, this is nothing like that. And for those of you who remember senioritis from college, you probably agree with the former. College senioritis is different. I am potentially leaving school behind FOREVER. (unless I grad school it, which is another story in itself). Leave behind late night cram sessions and annoying TAs and obnoxious term papers. The word FOREVER sounds really nice next to those items. And I'd say that it's enough to make anyone a little antsy and a little unmotivated (note how I am writing this and not reading Milton's masterpiece).

But moving on....

Highlights of this week:

I signed a lease. In August, I will be moving into a very nice but very small room and sharing an apartment with 4 other girls. Hello estrogen.

I went and saw Kick A** in theaters on Friday. Two things surprised me about this movie. One: how desensitized I--and millions-- have become to hardcore violence. And two: How much I loved this movie. Oh, Generation 00, we have issues.

I cleaned out/reorganized a ton of stuff. Apparently, I may lack motivation to do school related tasks, but I seem to have the energy to Spring Clean. As Lauren Conrad said last night on the never ending rerun of The Hills, and I loosely quote"There is something to be said about cleaning things out, you reevaluate your life." She was moving to a house with Audrina and Lo, and I was cleaning out my toiletries. Whatever. First time watching that show, and probably the last. But I make no promises when it comes to reality TV. Like I said, GEN 00 has issues.


Monday, April 12, 2010

Preluding It Up

There seems to be a trend in the blog world. Everyone wants to try something extra ordinary and chronicle it. Julie of the Julie/Julia Project. No Impact Man of No Impact Man.

But this blog is not doing that. I am not cooking my way through Julia Child's cookbook and I am not living without toilet paper. I'm not even attempting a new feat. I'm doing something extremely ordinary. I'm graduating from college.

In T-minus 8 weeks (if my dry erase calendar is correct), I will be walking across the stage, moving in to a new apartment, living with new roomies, finding a new job and basically making a brand new life for myself. whew.

But can't this be seen as it's own project? I am trying something new for me. And you know what? I'm a bit scared to tell you the truth.

Let me introduce myself. I'm about to graduate from University of California with a BA in English. No minor, no double major. Just English. I like to write. Hence the blog. And hence my zero job offers. But I don't regret majoring in something I sort of like---as of right now I'm so over all things school, so I'm not really backing this statement---but ask me this again when I'm pounding the pavement in a few months.

Unlike the majority of my friends, I am not opting for the boomerang option---moving back in with the parentals. Don't get me wrong, I love my parents and I often have fantasies about moving back in with them. My mom's cooking + my Dad's auto tune ups + the fact that my parents and I actually enjoy each others company= an awesome situation for a post grad who has no place to live, right? Wrong. After many sleepless nights (most of which occurred during Finals week for some reason), I've come to the conclusion that moving home isn't the choice for me. Personally, I feel like I'd be taking a step backwards. Backwards into a backwards town that I've been trying to escape since I entered puberty.

So instead, I've been craiglisting and ulooping apartments in NorCal. I've been going on what is the closest thing to a blind date that I've ever had in my life ALL week. It's been a crazy map questing, gas guzzling whirl wind of a week.

So next year I am starting over. Starting new. Starting an adventure. Something like that...

One things I do know?

I am

Rising above the Ramen.