Sunday, November 28, 2010

practical schmactical.

You want to know something strange about me?

Not once have I ever decided what I wanted to be when I grow up.

That's right. I have never made a plan for my life, or set a career goal.

I don't remember ever telling anyone "when I grow up, I want to be ....."

Usually when people ask me that question, I fill in the blank with "happy". Because what's life if you're unhappy? Shouldn't we all stop scrutinizing our futures and enjoy our here and nows? Can't we all just step back, look at what we've already accomplished, and go,"Oh, hey, I rock." Why does everyone feel this incessent need to tell me that I need to have a plan, I need to pick my career right now? I couldn't tell you what shoes I'm going to pick tomorrow, much less what I want to do with my life. Why do I need some huge life goal? I'm comfortable with taking this all one day or week at a time. I'll see where my heart leads me. My double degree I'm working on right now? May not be the smartest majors I could of picked, but I enjoy learning those subjects. I picked based on what classes I loved in high school, and I'm amazingly happy that I did. I love my classes. Sure, some professors leave a little more to be desired, but I genuinely love  my majors. I can't wait to learn more, hopefully getting the opportunity to learn more languages. I would love to do nothing but travel, explore life and love throughout the world, learning languages as I go. As Elizabeth Gilbert said in Eat, Pray, Love, "Tis' better to live your own life imperfectly than to imitate someone else's perfectly." That woman did what I am DYING to do -  she did the unthinkable and gave up he hectic life to simply explore, enjoy, and marvel at the world.

So, as I told my friend Jen,

Practicality be damned, I'm going to study what I want to study.

and I'll find my own path, one step at a time, and love every minute of it.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Gobble gobble

That's right, folks.
Tomorrow is Turkey Day, aka the best holiday EVER.

I love Thanksgiving. More than any other holiday. Even Christmas pales in comparison.

I mean, the holiday is traditionally based on food and family. Can you get any better?


Just thinking of the turkey, the potatoes, the delicious pumpkin pie, and of course Gramma Tiny's homemade rolls has me drooling. Sadly, I have to only enjoy the soft foods due to my new collection of metal in my mouth- oh wait, all the good Thanksgiving food IS soft food. oooh buddy, I'm gonna gain back all ten pounds I've lost in the past month, and love every minute of it.

Now time for.......(drum roll please).....the traditional "What I'm Thankful For" list.
With a twist!
1) I'm thankful for my stepmom, who has shown me this year who my real family is.
2) I'm thankful for a certain almost-roommate, who let me escape her crazy and get to know my cousin again
3) I'm thankful for my orthodontist, who is helping me lose weight by putting braces on me today, the day before the feast
4) I'm thankful for all the bad in my life, so I can appreciate the good.

I know it's not typical, but I feel like I say the same things every year so I twisted it up a bit.

Now, time to enjoy some pumpkin cake, then head home to the Rock.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Thursday, November 18, 2010


I get to rock the frizzy hair, glasses, metal mouth in all its glory.

The worst part?
I get my uppers the day before Thanksgiving.
Which means eating will be painful on a day that is literally based on food.

Looks like my turkey day will consist of mashed potatoes,
Pumpkin pie with no crust, and maybe, just maybe, a roll or two.

On top of the family issues that are sure to start - dinner with the stepmom, first time I've seen/spoken to her since July. Not looking forward to that moment.

Just having the spacers in is painful. My jaw is already overly crowded, and they threw in spacers. Sooo pleasant.

On the plus side, I do get to go to the midnight premier of Harry Potter :)

Monday, November 15, 2010

Couldn't say it better myself.

“"'I want out of the labels. I don't want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that's not on the map. A real adventure.'

A spinx. A mystery. A blank. Unknown. Undefined."”
Chuck Palahniuk stole the words right out of my mouth.