After this past week, and a weekend diet consisting of soup, tea, vitaminwater, and the occasional slices of chocolate cake, here's my latest blog entry:
1. Do not toss banana peels in wastebasket under my desk - it will be the banana-smelling cubicle aLL day.
2. Making healthy decisions on a daily basis is noble. Just remember that all bets are off once Girl Scout cookie season has begun. (Sidenote: WHY ARE SOME COOKIE SERVINGS FOR ONLY ONE COOKIE?!)
On Completely Unrelated Notes...
1. I think a call girl goes to my gym. She was wearing a denim skirt with knee-high boots and a light jacket. Her top was this fishnet-type-thing in which her sparkly gold bra was completely exposed. She wore dark sunglasses that she didn't take off the entire time she was primping in front of the mirror.
2. One of the cattle-called eligible bachelorettes from Millionaire Matchmaker also goes to my gym. The one that Patti called "trashy." If you must know, she was dressed pretty much to the same effect as she was on the episode that aired. (And when will there be millionaire women getting matched up, hmm?)
What I Did This Weekend1. Had my first Mel's Drive-In experience. They've got some life-altering chicken noodle soup there. Mmmm..homemade soup.
2. Got sick.
3. Bought juice/medicine/soup/vitaminwater.
4. Slept the day away and missed arts day and a birthday outing on Saturday.
5. Sucked it up and participated in gospel-song-contest-hoopla. Didn’t stay energized enough to see where my team placed, though.
6. Drank my weight in green-tea-with-lemon-and-honey elixir.
7. Slept for ten hours on Sunday night.
8. Felt better. Which pretty much brings us to Monday.
More to add onto this entry...
Monday, March 10, 2008
Saturday, March 1, 2008
Reflections, Paulo Coelho, and GQ
Again - ding dong, the strike is dead. Everyone's slowly emerging from their 'cautious optimism,' that things are gradually picking up.
So just some personal thoughts, since they're on the brain. The agony of career-debating and related quarterlife questions and those all-important 'transitional' periods in life continues.
After spending much of the past couple of weeks, I mean months (MONTHS!), interviewing, temping, actually cooking at home, contemplating other jobs (and less lofty aspirations), and becoming buddy-buddy with sites Defamer and 100 Days in Bed, I've had some time on my hands. To blog. To reflect. To reevaluate everything I've ever known in life. Fun, I know.
Consider other industries, possibilities, American coastal cities. I would have to say my greatest success is having survived the last several months of my own life. (Take that, cookie-cutter job interviewers!) A roller coaster of emotion, these twentysomething years. Considering all those years I've spent studying, writing, showing up prepared.
So I'm widening my horizons. My passion is film and television, my creative juice is good writing. The tools that I use and search for are wit, thoughtfulness, and brutal honesty. But it is possible that life will lead me to other places - my life in the grand scheme of things, is just one life. Wow - am I just another hack? Okay, I'll just go wherever God takes me. The only problem with having a Judy Blume moment when it's not as a kid, is that it's not as easily dismissed. Oh, character building experiences of your twenties. If only I could somehow include the aforementioned on my resume...
"We who fight for our dream suffer far more when it doesn't work out, because we cannot fall back on the old excuse: 'Oh, well, I didn't really want it anyway.' We do want it and know that we have staked everything on it and that the path of the personal calling is not easier than any other path, except that our whole heart is in this journey." Oh, Paulo Coelho. Do you have any idea what you've done?
COTW
This week, it's whatever Cecil Donahue was having when writing about job interviews in GQ's February 2008 issue.
So just some personal thoughts, since they're on the brain. The agony of career-debating and related quarterlife questions and those all-important 'transitional' periods in life continues.
After spending much of the past couple of weeks, I mean months (MONTHS!), interviewing, temping, actually cooking at home, contemplating other jobs (and less lofty aspirations), and becoming buddy-buddy with sites Defamer and 100 Days in Bed, I've had some time on my hands. To blog. To reflect. To reevaluate everything I've ever known in life. Fun, I know.
Consider other industries, possibilities, American coastal cities. I would have to say my greatest success is having survived the last several months of my own life. (Take that, cookie-cutter job interviewers!) A roller coaster of emotion, these twentysomething years. Considering all those years I've spent studying, writing, showing up prepared.
So I'm widening my horizons. My passion is film and television, my creative juice is good writing. The tools that I use and search for are wit, thoughtfulness, and brutal honesty. But it is possible that life will lead me to other places - my life in the grand scheme of things, is just one life. Wow - am I just another hack? Okay, I'll just go wherever God takes me. The only problem with having a Judy Blume moment when it's not as a kid, is that it's not as easily dismissed. Oh, character building experiences of your twenties. If only I could somehow include the aforementioned on my resume...
"We who fight for our dream suffer far more when it doesn't work out, because we cannot fall back on the old excuse: 'Oh, well, I didn't really want it anyway.' We do want it and know that we have staked everything on it and that the path of the personal calling is not easier than any other path, except that our whole heart is in this journey." Oh, Paulo Coelho. Do you have any idea what you've done?
COTW
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
