Easy come, easy go

September 2009 was great -- No, make that spectacular. October of this year? Not so much. Perhaps it's bad in comparison to the month before (really, how can anything compete with Las Vegas, Keith Urban, and Miranda's 21st birthday?), or maybe it's just bad. Let's hope this is merely a bump in an otherwise smooth road, since June, July, and August were all very good as well.

It all rests on you, November. No pressure.

Inside and out

I finally received confirmation today of something I always suspected: Nobody out there will ever really know anybody else. We think we do, but we are so very wrong. Most of us don't even truly know ourselves. Life, why must you be so complicated?

Different scenery

The seasons change, but I stay the same: I'm bored, I'm tired, I have no money. Sick of hearing it? Me too.

Craig was joking a few weeks ago about us running away somewhere, and oh how badly I wished he'd meant it. I am ready to trade these places for new territories. I long for an adventure of my own, where I don't have to worry about who is doing what or how everyone is getting along or why something wasn't done and on and on and on and on. I don't want any of that. It's my life and I should be living it for me -- At the same time, I don't want to miss out on everything that's going on here (which kind of seems to be happening anyway). I'm not hinting at a vacation, either, because you still have to come back to reality after that's all over; I just want something different.

At least I have a five-year plan to look forward to.

Fail

Dear Seth Rogen,

Please don't ever make a movie like "Observe and Report" again. I only laughed a few times during the 86 minutes I wasted on this garbage, one of which was the fat naked man's running scene. The rest of the time? Not so much. I'm still angry at how stupid the whole thing was.

P.S. I don't really like you anymore.

The upside to freezing

Instead of complaining about winter this year, I'm going to list off all the benefits of the frigid season:

*Snuggling is almost a requirement.
*Scarves.
*The crunching of leaves, and later, icicles.
*It's the perfect temperature and atmosphere to burn candles. I love candles.
*Decorations.
*Treats galore.
*Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas.
*Cute socks.
*Warming up in front of the fire.
*Blazer basketball.
*Christmas music.
*Pumpkin smoothies and sweet potato fries at Burgerville.
*Hot cocoa.
*Wrapping presents.
*Watching Christmas movies with the girls.
*It reminds me of Pullman.

Mysterious ways

Katie Pierson is a 20-year-old sweetheart with beauty queen good looks and a personality to match. This year she's studying abroad in Spain, and her mom told me a story yesterday that I just have to share. It goes something like this:

A few days ago, Katie went to a store near her home in Sevilla to buy some food. The place was really busy, so when it came time for her to pay she hurriedly handed over the amount without thinking about it. Before setting out on the return trip, she tucked a candy bar inside her backpack; the rest she carried in her arms. On the walk home, Katie noticed a couple of small children digging through a dumpster. The two children were skinny, dirty, and clearly very hungry. The road was busy with passersby, yet the air was filled with silence. Nobody spoke. Nobody coughed. Nobody gave the starving youngsters a second glance. Nobody, that is, except Katie. She walked over and handed the children everything she had worked so hard to buy. The children readily accepted the gift, showering Katie with gratitude, and at the same time, the people who witnessed the generous act began shooting her dirty looks. It was as though they believed her act of compassion was done out of arrogance. Katie continued home, unsure of where the children disappeared to or if she'd ever see them again. A little while after arriving in her room, she pulled the candy bar out of her backpack and began examining the receipt. She then discovered that, during the chaos at the busy store, she had actually only been charged for the candy she was holding in her hands. Everything else -- all the food she had given away -- was not on there. It was as though God meant for her to deliver those goods to the starving children. It was a miracle.

I almost started crying when I heard this story. All day I'd been fighting back tears of frustration and anger, but after hearing this act of selflessness I realized that everything I'd been feeling was still for me... I was frustrated for me, sad for me, angry for me. There's a girl halfway across the world who willingly gave everything in her grasp to those in need, yet I still struggle to keep my mind off my own little problems. It's stupid. Katie's story has inspired me to be more loving to my fellow man, and I hope by sharing it on here, others will do so as well.

I'll be back

Vegas was a crazy, fun, awesome, amazing, exciting, fabulous, exhausting, bizarre, overwhelming, intoxicating, expensive, jaw-dropping adventure. We got back more than a week ago and I'm still recovering.

I can't wait to do it again.

Food for thought

A list of what I'd like to eat right now (in the order it pops into my head):

Beans on toast
Sushi
Pretty much everything on the menu at Super Burrito
A Butterfinger Blizzard
A big, fat hamburger
Teriyaki chicken and rice
Grilled zucchini
Baked zucchini fritters
Corn on the cob
Bratwurst and sauerkraut, plus spicy mustard
Grapes
A grilled cheese sandwich
My dad's barbecued ribs
My dad's meatballs
Spaghetti
Gelato
Brownies a la mode
Chocolate chip cookies
Peanut Butter M&M's
Popcorn
Pizza
Chips and salsa

... Heck, even a Hot Pocket sounds good to me.

Time for a new game plan

Is there such thing as being in a happiness slump? In baseball there are hitting slumps, so I think it's a fair assessment that people sometimes go through droughts of happiness in life. With that said, I seem to have been in a slump lately. While it's true I have some decent reasons for it (exhaustion, physical ailments, my grandma being diagnosed with cancer, slow drivers, probably having to use my Vegas money to get a wisdom tooth pulled, etc.), I also have plenty of inspiration for a sunny outlook. A short list includes:

*A weekly paycheck
*Craig
*Summer weather
*A new shower curtain
*Starbucks gift cards
*Saturday

Irony is murder

It's crazy how I spend most of my life wishing for my top teeth to squeeze together on their own and now, after 26 years, my bottom teeth have decided to move closer. My perfect, straight, good row of teeth. Ruined. The front two don't line up anymore because that stupid wisdom tooth is pushing them into one another. That explains why my head has been killing me these past couple months, why a headache kept me up all night on Saturday, why my facial and neck muscles have been so sore... I guess at least I know it's not a tumor. But seriously? Dammit.

Suck and blow

I feel as though I am always doing, doing, doing, mostly with little appreciation or success. I try, it just doesn't always turn out right. Why is that? What's the point if I constantly fail? This is a drum I have beat over and over, and I still don't have a solution. I walk around always on the verge: of tears, of anger, of sleep. My life is a mess, my brain is messier... I can't seem to find a moment to stop and think.

I realized I thrive on structure and routine, and ever since being laid off I have lived in a world dominated by chaos. I need somebody to tell me exactly what the following day will bring -- Or, better yet, I need another job where I can tell myself what to expect the next morning. Will that ever happen? Doubtful. Time to just suck it up...

Monkey on my back

I haven't written anything in this blog for a while -- Or at least I haven't published anything in here for a while. It seems like every time I try to put my words down I get distracted, bored, tired, or otherwise too busy to finish. The half-dozen drafts saved onto Blogger are a good reminder of my failures, and they taunt me whenever I bring myself to log in. It is perfectionism at its finest.

I wish I could just click Publish Post without agonizing over each sentence; then again, if I didn't scrutinize everything, my rantings would likely resemble all the other shoddy writers out there who think having a blog makes them intelligent and scholarly. I guess by default I am choosing quality over quantity (that's what I tell myself anyway). I think it's about time I work on getting the saved ramblings published so that logging into my account isn't such a chore. Right? Right.

*Note: This post was one big pep talk to myself.

A tall order

One of the articles in the August Cosmo is titled, "Have the Summer You Want!" Oh really? I want a summer that never ends. I want a summer filled with tropical beaches, sparkling getaways, exciting camping trips, and barbecues galore. The summer I want involves me eating glorious foods without ever gaining an ounce. I certainly won't have to worry about money or a job, even though shopping will be a regular occurrence. Weekly pedicures. Daily massages. Drinking without hangovers. Oh, and that list of books I've been meaning to read? Finished, all of them. Think you can do that, Cosmo?

It's always something

Too busy, not busy enough. Too hot, too cold. Too hungry, too full. Too tired, too awake. Too loud, too quiet. It's always one or the other, isn't it? Complain, complain, complain, complain. Is anybody ever happy with his or her present situation? I honestly don't think so. It seems like we pretend to be fine with life, but in actuality we are just doing our best to push through to the next moment that makes us forget our discontent. Maybe I'm jaded, maybe I'm just being truthful here. Who really knows anymore?

Still the questions remain

"So, what do you do?" It may seem like an easy enough question, but this innocent inquiry really trips me up these days. What do I do? Am I a writer? A paralegal? A LEGO employee? What wording best describes my way of making a living? A lot of people asked me that magic question this weekend, and as pretentious as it sounds, I always said Writer first (and yes, with a capital W). Writer... Because that is what I went to school for, it is what I used to be, and it is what (in theory) I still want to be. I haven't had an article published in months, yet I still cling to that time when my life was filled with words. Pathetic much?

An upcoming assignment has prevented the Writer label from being a complete fraud, thankfully, though I still feel like I'm putting on a front.

A sticky situation

I spilled oatmeal on my laptop yesterday. Oatmeal... In the keys, on the touch pad, on my desk, on the clothes I was planning to wear to work. It upset me until I remembered some other epic spills I'd had in the past that were much worse than this. There was the time I spilled gallons of German chocolate cake frosting in the back of my car, never fully finding a way to get all of the coconut out of the carpet. There was one time while babysitting that I splashed liquid Jello all over the kitchen floor just minutes before the parents were due to arrive home. And how about that night in college when my roommate and I made margaritas and accidentally unscrewed the bottom of the blender while it was still incredibly full? At least oatmeal doesn't stain. It's probably not good for a computer though, right?

Indecent proposal?

One of my friends got engaged last week. How do I feel about this? Ridiculously happy for her, and, well, kind of old. I've obviously known other people who got engaged and/or married, but this is different because Kim and I grew up together. We were practically joined at the hip during the awkward teen years, partaking in all the time-wasting activities common to our generation (or at least the more innocent ones). We learned how to drive together, our families pretty much considered us their adopted children, we crossed state lines and back multiple times... We even lived together for a while after college. We were inseparable.

Kim turned 26 last Friday, I'll be 26 next Friday. Are we finally at the age where marriage and babies and careers and life begin? Two of my friends who started dating in college are heading down the aisle in July, and that seems weird enough, but this is someone I have known for more than half of my life. So, who's next?

Note: If you think this is an attempt to get a proposal of my own, you're wrong.

Zzzzzzzz

Right now I am too tired to think, too tired to write, too tired to try my new yoga DVD, too tired to go see Star Trek. Just. Too. Tired.

Trix are for kids

The best thing a little kid has said to me at The LEGO Store: "I'm too young to have blisters like this." He then explained how he'd gotten them from climbing on the monkey bars at school. Priceless.

Feeling this

May 7, 2005: Sitting through the long ceremony, packing up the last of my apartment, cleaning, savoring Pullman with my family and friends. It was a bittersweet day.

I can't believe it's been more than four years since I graduated from college... It feels like a long time, but not that long. As I turned in my graduation cap and gown at the bookstore, I remembered thinking, "So this is what adulthood feels like." Cheesy as it sounds, I really felt different that day. Scared but different.

Two years before that I graduated from CCC. Six years ago. Six. Wow. I didn't participate in the ceremony, didn't really make a big deal out of it, but I can see now that earning my associate's was an important part of my education. Community college taught me a lot about life and how to deal with adversity, which came in handy when I set out on my own at WSU. I believe college is a lot more about learning how to jump through hoops than it is about learning the material in textbooks, and CCC was a good training ground for that kind of thing. That last-minute scramble to earn the math credits needed to finish also showed a resilience I had never really tapped into.

Eight years ago I finished up high school and prepared for the unknown. My job as sports editor at CCC was secured before I completed high school, yet I still questioned whether I was doing the right thing. "Should I instead be going to Washington State as a freshman? How about U of O?" Already I felt overwhelmed at the responsibility before me -- Full-time classes and putting the paper together seemed incredibly hard at the time; in truth, it was difficult but not impossible. I got out of there when I was supposed to.

College is behind me, marriage and family are (maybe) ahead of me, and eight years from now I'll probably look back on this post and laugh at how naive I was. There really isn't a point to these ramblings, just a chance for me to understand why I feel so old. The reason: I am old. And from here on out, I'll always be old. I guess I'd better get used to it.

Bad timing

I hate how the weather takes a turn for the better and I suddenly become busy. Like, busier than God. Where was all of this work during the dreary winter months? I'm not complaining about jobs that actually pay the bills, I just find it really ironic. Agreed?

It's a girl thing

Today one of my coworkers and I were discussing why LEGO doesn't make more products aimed at young girls, and we jokingly decided the company is sexist and actually doesn't care about coming up with designs for females. We mentioned the idea to one of our supervisors, who quickly responded that LEGOs are just naturally more popular among boys (though he admitted this seems to be changing a bit), and therefore the company is just following smart business practices by creating products geared for its targeted demographic. Okay, but what about if the reason more boys like LEGOs is because they are supposed to like them? What would happen if the same number of sets were made for girls as there are for boys? Even the neutral kits rarely contain ponytail wigs or female faces, making it seem like only men are supposed to be police officers, dump truck drivers, or farmers.

I'm not really a feminist (I still believe there are some things men are better at than women), but I do think it's unfair to all the girls out there who otherwise would be diving into such cool toys as LEGOs. It's also a shame for the company to be missing out on such a big chunk of customers. I can't tell you how many people have come in looking for more "girly sets" besides the Belleville products (they are like a larger Barbie doll and not really LEGOs at all... Ick), and all I can really point them at is a tiny set of generic bricks with pink ones mixed in. It seems like such a stereotype to me.

This also goes along with the trend for young boys to be pushed toward math and science and young girls being pointed in the direction of art and reading -- Suddenly we don't know if either gender actually is better at those things, since they were never given the chance to step outside of the boxes society placed them in. If more girls were encouraged to be math nerds we might actually have more female engineers out there, which would then inspire even more females, and then what? The possibilities are endless.

Start the commotion

I see the panic in people's eyes about the scary job situation, and all I can think is how I went through that last year. I got laid off before it was the "cool" thing to do. I must have started a trend or something!

All joking aside, I really did learn about the nightmare of losing your job long before it was a regular feature on the nightly news. Here's a recap: It's bad, it's scary, it's embarrassing. I'm sure people can imagine the first two emotions, but the humiliation is something I never really considered until it slapped me full in the face. If you think about it, you lost your job. Nobody likes to lose.

The question now is how I made it through such a difficult time. The answer? I don't completely know. I'm still incredibly sensitive about being laid off -- and the journalism situation in general -- so who knows if I will ever truly get over it. After looking back though, I am able to offer advice for folks finding themselves in a similar predicament. This includes:

1. Don't get down on yourself. It's easy to do (trust me, I did it a lot) but it doesn't do much good. Actually, it doesn't any good at all.

2. Let your friends and family be there for you. They'll be your biggest source of comfort.

3. It's okay to have fun sometimes. For a long time I felt like I didn't deserve to enjoy myself -- I lost my job, so I'm a loser who is supposed to be miserable, right? Stupid, stupid, stupid. I finally decided to stop being a stick in the mud and am slowly regressing back to someone who knows how to have a good time.

4. Take what you can get. Don't be picky about what your next venture is. It might not be a great job, but it's a job. Take it, keep looking for something better, and all the while be thankful you have something.

5. Don't be afraid to talk about it. Sometimes you just need to let it out so you can get over it. I'm still working on this one...

The ugly truth

Sometimes I need someone to agree with me. However wrong, stupid, ridiculous my opinion may be, all I want is a willing ear to listen to my rant and say, "You're right." Is it really that hard to offer that kind of support? Even if you think I am a little off-base, please just humor me.

On a related note, have you ever been in a situation where you get upset and start crying, and then you get embarrassed for crying, which only makes you cry more, and once you finally get your ugly tears under control someone brings the issue up/apologizes... Which makes you cry and starts the cycle all over again?! Unfortunately this is something I am familiar with; equally unfortunate is the fact that I do not know how to prevent it.

Tell me why

I've never understood why cow equals beef, pig equals pork, but fish equals fish. Oh, and chicken equals chicken. Why do we change the name of some kinds of flesh-based products and not others?

And what about the fact that orange is both a color and a fruit -- And the color of the fruit?! Strawberries are red, but red is not a fruit and strawberry is not a color (except as part of a more precise shade, such as strawberry blonde). Grapes are purple, green, red, white... I doubt anyone has ever said their favorite color was grape.

At first I thought maybe oranges were so special because they were the only fruit of that color, but tangerines, kumquats, grapefruit, and cantaloupe all belong to that color scheme. So do carrots. It seems like a produce family only uses a color as part of a name when it has run out of creativity (I'm looking at you, Mr. and Mrs. Bell Pepper), so oranges certainly have no excuse.

One is enough

Just when it felt like everyone in the world was against me, I found evidence to the contrary. One... It may sound small to you but for me it's enough. I can keep on keeping on because someone believes in me:

"Elena is Carrie Bradshaw, even if she thinks it's just her wish that she is. Even if she's writing about toothpaste, you want to keep reading and you want more when it's over with."

Thank you.

Free at last

Why do people flock to free stuff like flies on horse poop? If it's free, they want it and they want it right now. I agree this sounds like the pot calling the kettle black (I do enjoy my freebies), but mostly my complaint lies in the general attitude being expressed. You aren't paying for it, so why can't you wait two seconds for me to find what you are looking for? Just. Simmer. Down.

Money, money, money

When state funds take a nosedive, do police officers make an effort to write out more tickets? Is there an "official unofficial" order for cops to generate more money through citations, thereby easing the agency's budget shortfalls? It makes sense to me. It basically seems like a good way to punch up a lagging bottomline while still doing what is technically part of the job description. Think of it this way:

Saving a person's life = $0
Catching a speeder = $200+

I've noticed a lot of officers posted up along highways with radar guns these past couple months, though it is hard for me to judge if this is any more than usual for this time of year. There must be facts and figures on this somewhere, right? If this theory turns out to be true, it also follows that the public is in more danger during a recession than we are during times of wealth.

Sticks and stones

Why am I sick of journalism? Why do I often wake up feeling hopeless about the future of newspapers and the media in general? This e-mail sent to my editor regarding a recently published special section sums it up perfectly:

Dear Mr. Kelly --

In our 35 years as subscribers of The Valley Times, this is a first comment to your Community Newspaper organization regarding your publication. Our family first subscribed to The Valley Times years ago to keep up on "real" local news and that associated with the schools. I know, I know -- things have changed. . . .

My husband and I returned from spring vacation yesterday and, as we generally do, -- we attempted to read the newspapers and mailings we'd received during our absence. My husband said, "Let me know what you think about the insert in the Valley Times." He was referring, of course, to the "Best Ever" collection. I looked it over (thinking that he'd perhaps found it interesting) then thought, "Without question, this piece is the biggest waste of paper and resources we've ever received in the Valley Times." It even had a slick cover -- covering a bunch of "junk." I told my husband so; he said, "I thought so, too. We'll cancel at the end of this subscription."

I don't know what your staff was thinking in selecting those representing "Best Ever." Likely, many (most?) were self-nominating (or closely connected for the purposes of self-advertising.) You stated in the preface that the results were not a scientific study -- and yes, certainly not a decent random sampling. They were, however, dismal suggestions and a very poor representation of what might even be considered "somewhat good" in the community. The resulting insert does say something about the number of your remaining readers: it's likely very few readers read the solicitation for suggestions or CARED about the topic. Too bad. It's my opinion that your organization needs some serious help in your creative department. Save the paper -- next time.

A friend of Renee's once referred to me as the "negative" sister. At first I disagreed with her... Nobody wants to be known as the downer of a group. But now I see what she is talking about. You'd be pretty pessimistic too after getting booted from an industry that broadcasts your every mistake, carries airtight deadlines, and constantly encourages the public to voice their (mostly critical) opinions. What do you do when the only feedback about your hard work is a mean e-mail? If you are me then you cry a little on the outside and a lot on the inside. I just don't know how to win.

A word a day...

Words that make me laugh:

Crumb
Roll (like a dinner roll, but not the act of rolling)
Munch
Crunch
Waft
Kernel (not colonel though... that one is just weird)
Ciabatta
Usurp
Erect

I kept a rather lengthy list in high school that I've all but forgotten. Does anybody have suggestions?

Fearless

If I were to write a song for Craig, it would sound a lot like this one by Taylor Swift:

There's something about the way
The street looks when it's just rained
There's a glow off the pavement
You walk me to your car
And you know I wanna ask you
To dance right there
In the middle of the parking lot
Yeah, oh yeah

We're driving down the road
I wonder if you know
I'm trying so hard
Not to get caught up now
But you're just so cool
Run your hand through your hair
Absentmindedly making me want you

And I don't know how
It gets better than this
You take my hand
And drag me headfirst
Fearless
And I don't know why
But with you, I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress
Fearless

So, baby, drive slow
Till we run out of road
In this one horse town
I wanna stay right here
In this passenger's seat
You put your eyes on me
In this moment now
Capture it, remember it

'Cause I don't know how
It gets better than this
You take my hand
And drag me headfirst
Fearless
And I don't know why
But with you, I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress
Fearless

Well, you stood there
With me in the doorway
My hands shake
I'm not usually this way, but
You pull me in
And I'm a little more brave
It's a first kiss, it's flawless
Really something
It's fearless
Oh yeah

'Cause I don't know how
It gets better than this
You take my hand
And drag me headfirst
Fearless
And I don't know why
But with you, I'd dance
In a storm in my best dress
Fearless

I lost my marbles

Change scares me most of the time. I'm not talking about trivial changes here, but the big ones: New job, new boyfriend, new living situation, new president, new monthly payment, new daily routine. It's like all those hoops I was used to jumping through just got swapped out for a different set that may or may not be comparable. What if it's all wrong? What if I fail? I never seem able to think positively in these instances, which makes me even more nervous, which makes me mess up, which shakes the little confidence I actually did have, which makes me want to curl up in a ball and cry for my mom.

It's not easy being an uptight perfectionist with multiple neuroses.

I walk the line

You know those times when you just have to write? It's like the idea is there, the juices are flowing, and the words start morphing into a perfect creation that leaves your fingers struggling to keep up. I've learned it's foolish to ignore something this strong, especially since there are days when absolutely nothing of value can be squeezed out.

I really need today to be the first of these options.

Moving on up

I rearranged my bedroom the other day, and ahhhh, it feels so much better. I'm not into feng shui or anything, but I do believe finding the "right" furniture setup makes a room aesthetically more appealing. It's also fun to mix things up from time to time. Have you ever walked into someone's home and just been instantly bored because it has looked the exact same for years? My parents' house was like that when we were younger, probably due to the fact that it was too small for more than a couple furniture placement options. I always felt kind of trapped over there... Maybe that's why I'm constantly pushing things around, moving that here, putting that there. It's like an itch I have to scratch. My friend Janette also moves furniture a lot, always with bigger and better results, so perhaps I'm taking a cue from her. I only wish I could paint the apartment walls...

Do not want

I was eating some baby carrots today and came across this:


Is that a thumb? A child-sized penis? Needless to say, I did not eat it.

R.I.P.

I hate how some people are pointing at how terrible newspapers are these days and citing that as a reason for their demise. Nooooo... They're bad because most staffs consist of four people doing the work of 10. That's like going to McDonald's and expecting a gourmet meal. Not. Gonna. Happen. It's not easy to write a quality story, take professional photographs, and then rush to a (slow, ancient) computer to put it on the page before deadline. Most journalists do the best with what they are given, which oftentimes is not much.

I think people don't read newspapers because most of them just don't like to read, at least not when they can turn on the TV news and have information spoon-fed to them. Books are one thing to pick up from time to time, but to invest in pages full of facts each day? That's too much to ask of this lazy society. Internet news stories are written more in the "wham-bam-thank you ma'am" style that is indicative of the way everything is heading... It's all about instant gratification and then moving on to the next thing ("Pictures of Paris Hilton partying! OMG!").

What a sad, sad world.

Locked out

"When God closes a door, somewhere He opens a window."

Have you ever tried to crawl through a window? It's not an easy task, and it certainly is nowhere near as simple as stepping in and out of a doorway... Too bad I don't have much choice these days but to shimmy my way through a window, what with the big door closing in my face last year and all these little ones slamming shut left and right. I guess all I can do now is suck it in and hope I fit.

In a nutshell...

*Even though I do kind of enjoy the song "Heartless," I can't get over how arrogant Kanye West is. The man thinks he lives and breathes genius, and while he is somewhat talented, he's not God. It doesn't help that the music video is STUPID.

*Sometimes I want to hit myself, but more often I feel like hitting other people. Does that make me violent or normal?

*I have been craving Peanut Butter M&M's for several weeks now; I might have even had a dream about them. That's definitely not normal.

*I really miss hearing the "Cheers" theme song while the bar in Pullman was closing down.

*My morning routine is pretty regimented: Wake up, feed the cat, make coffee, gargle mouthwash, drink coffee while checking e-mail, go for a run, brush teeth while oatmeal cooks, eat oatmeal in front of computer, work, shower, dress, work more...

*I love the smell, taste and all-around versatility of cinnamon.

*Newspapers are folding left and right, and it scares me deeply. It also makes me very sad. What kind of a world can exist without print journalism? Where does that leave me??

*I really want to play pool and shoot hoops, in that order.

I feel like I'm taking crazy pills

So we spring forward into ... snow? No, no, that can't be right. I thought we lost an hour of sleep this time of year in preparation for the warm weather ahead, but instead we're being bombarded by even more cold and ice. Huh? I'm confused.

The wait is over

A little while ago, Renee and I were talking about how weird it is that none of us have ever seen a healthy version of top ramen noodles. There are low-fat and fat-free alternatives for almost everything else out there, so why wouldn't companies want to make something like that? The two of us agreed that even if we had to pay a little more than 15 cents per package to have something that is not absolutely horrible for you, it would be worth it. I guess someone was listening, because today I stumbled upon something called Choice Ramen, made by Nissin (the inferior ramen brand). I'm not sure what it tastes like yet, but it sounds promising: 95% fat free and 25% less sodium than the regular top ramen product. Plus, it's only 3/$1 at Fred Meyer. Am I a dork for being this excited about a convenient, inexpensive, somewhat healthy meal option? In case you are curious, here is a comparison of the two kinds:

Maruchan Beef Ramen
190 calories
70 calories from fat
7 grams of fat
3.5 grams of saturated fat
790 miligrams of sodium
26 grams of carbohydrates

Nissin Choice Ramen
140 calories
0 calories from fat
0 grams of fat
0 grams of saturated fat
370 miligrams of sodium
30 grams of carbohydrates

It's also good to note that each package contains two servings, so eating an entire block of the regular noodles counts for 2/3 of a person's sodium intake for the day. It also equals a lot of fat. I'm very excited to find out if this stuff tastes like poo or if it is actually edible. I'll keep you posted...

Being lazy is hard work

I am one of those people who finds it hard to truly relax. Even when I'm sitting down or resting, my mind is constantly ticking off what I should be doing instead. For example, during a movie, I'll be calculating what I need to do when it's over to make up for the time I spent in front of the screen. When I sleep in, I'm always in a rush to catch up on the e-mails that have to be sent before noon in order to get the responses I need by day's end. On weekends I frantically plan what the coming week should look like, complete with deadlines and "now or never" launching points. It's tedious and exhausting, but I honestly don't think I'll ever be any different.

That is why today has been fabulous. I made a concerted effort to get things in order enough so I could set aside one solid day to do absolutely nothing, and March 5 is that day. I cheated a little and sent an e-mail this morning, but otherwise I have not done any writing or, most importantly, worried about not doing any writing (besides obviously this blog). I won't think about my taxes, I won't think about doing laundry, I won't think about cleaning the bathroom, I won't think about paying bills... I am leaving it all for tomorrow, for the weekend, for later.

Right now I'm going to sit my butt on the couch -- I never sit on the couch -- and watch a movie or two, finish reading my book, and just veg out. AND I WILL NOT FEEL GUILTY ABOUT IT.

Wish me luck... I might need it.

Can I have a hint?

Things I don't understand (and most likely never will):

Cars
Computers
Insurance policies
My family
The stock market
Taxes
People with really thick accents
Shakespeare
Conspiracy theorists
Luke
Why people think Bill Clinton is sexy

The time is near

Rain, rain, go away
Come again some other day
Little Lainey wants to play
Rain, rain, go away

I don't know about anybody else out there, but I am ready for summer. Rain, snow, fog, clouds, be gone!

The case of the ex

It drives me crazy to associate with people who spend so much time lying that you start to question everything they say. What's the point? I can't separate fact or fiction, so even the most obvious things must be analyzed and re-analyzed to sort out the untruths. This just makes me angry. And tired. And angry again.

Unfortunately there are times when it is unavoidable, such as right now. Have I mentioned how angry and tired I am? All I want to do is send a message that reads: "Karma's a bitch! You deserve every horrible thing you claimed has happened to you times 100, and even that would not be enough for what you put me through. Stop your pathetic good-for-nothingness and grow up." One of these days I'll be able to say those things, but until then I will have to endure the barrage of lies constantly aimed in my direction. Suck.

Craig > new socks

I've always believed slipping into a pair of new socks is comparable to giving your feet a hug -- And not just a pat on the back "nice to see you" hug, but more of an embrace reserved for lovers reunited after months of loneliness. Putting on virgin socks is like that first blast of cold from an air conditioner or a plate of spicy Mexican food with a fresh fruit margarita, soft kisses on the forehead or a summer roadtrip. In a word: perfect.

Priorities

Can anyone explain why a person living in an apartment would rent garage space in which to keep a giant freezer and pantry full of food? To me that signifies the need for a house, or at the very least a larger living space. And how about the guy a couple buildings over who drives around a sparkly red Corvette? None of the apartments in the complex could be considered huge, they're not exactly in the best part of town, the management is mediocre -- There's really nothing special about them. If you can afford a ride like that then it seems like you should be able to splurge for a more upscale place to rent from, or, I don't know, buy a house. It just doesn't make sense. I'd trade my car any day for a home of my own. Ah, someday...

A pat on the back

I love the feeling of accomplishment. Marking things off a To Do list and then collapsing in exhaustion signifies a day well spent, one that I can be proud of and look back on with favor. Even doing little things that I'd been neglecting (cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming, sending an e-mail, blogging) is enough to put me in a jolly mood.

Today was a good day.

Coming attractions

I'm very tired today. I have tons and tons of thoughts about things, but right now I haven't the energy it takes to put them out here. Soon I hope to write, and write a lot, possibly about the following topics: church meetings, new socks as they relate to being in love, hamburgers, taxes, ideas.

Back in the habit

What happened to there being loads upon loads of things to do online at 3 a.m.? I finally gave in to my sinus headache and decided I should at least capitalize on this inability to sleep (a.k.a. navigate the gossip sites on the internet, check up on old friends, find new music), and for what? It seems I haven't missed out on a whole lot by being too busy with writing lately. Or, perhaps I am just turning a new leaf of maturity.

Ha! I crack myself up.

The sun will come out... tomorrow?

Nobody likes a whiner, so I'm not going to complain about everything that went wrong today. Instead I think I'll list off the things that went right:

My cold got a little better.
I finally got to eat the grapefruit I've been craving all week.
It didn't snow.

That's pretty much it. As you can see, the day sucked.

What's in a name?

Is Redland a weird name? How about West Linn? I went to Heppner this weekend to celebrate Craig's dad's retirement, and on the drive over I started thinking about how strange all the names of the towns/cities in Eastern Oregon are. I'm sure familiarity is a lot of the reason Milwaukie, Damascus, Molalla, Carver, Clackamas, Sellwood, Tigard seem normal to me, though I still can't help but think the names of cities near Portland are better than the ones in that part of the state.

Like Ione (I own what?)...
Rufus is what I would name a dog...
Enterprise is the name of a starship...
Condon sounds eerily similar to condom...
Fossil is an ancient artifact...

Even Heppner sounds like the noise I make when I hiccup. I'm not making fun of the people who grew up in any of these places or even live there now, I just find the names to be a touch on the bizarre side. Agree? Disagree?

"If"

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And – which is more – you'll be a Man, my son!

– Rudyard Kipling

Maybe it does grow on trees

The economy is tanking, jobs are being cut left and right, people are flocking to get on welfare... So then why are there always so many people at the mall? How is Best Buy constantly staying busy during this post-Christmas, pre-summer season? I doubt shoppers are just out there trying to do their part to keep capitalism going (AKA spend, spend, spend); some might, though certainly not all of them can have this in mind. It seems like it's more of an attitude of disbelief that is prompting people to continue to spend. Listen to the news on any given day and you'll hear reports of huge stock market losses, but around here it's almost business as usual. I honestly would like to know why. Maybe they think everything will be okay just as soon as Obama takes the helm. Ha, right.

Love and labels, baby

Sometimes Carrie Bradshaw (AKA Sarah Jessica Parker's character in Sex and the City AKA pure awesomeness) wears the most amazing clothes; other times, not so much. Like the fanny pack she was sporting in the episode I just watched -- I'm pretty sure those things were never considered cool in the history of the world, yet for some reason she is shown pairing one with tight pants, a tank top, and heels. How is that fashion?? And the tutu and see-through leotard thing from the starting is just atrocious. I can remember other huge style misses from throughout the series, ones that would get normal people like you or me laughed at for wearing, but there have also been some really amazing outfit combos. So my question is this: How many bad clothes is one allowed to wear while still being considered stylish?

I told you so

I love to be right about things. A lot of times I'm not, but I really do enjoy it when I am. That's all.

O-o-kay

A funny thing happened earlier this evening, and I'm still trying to understand it. Here's the setup: Renee and I are at the Sweet Factory at Bridgeport Village; she is picking out candy, I am trying to contain my indignation at the prices. She pays for her selections ($13 for a bag of candy?! Oh my...), and as we walk out, a little girl runs up and asks, "Did you buy that candy for your children?" Renee and I stop and just stare at this kid who came out of nowhere with her random question, like "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Finally, after what felt like minutes of silence between us, I force out something like, "Nooooo, we don't have kids." The girl seems to accept this answer, and I somewhat jokingly add, "We just like candy." As we quickly walked away, I heard the father of Miss Nosey say, "What did you just ask those girls?" I'm guessing she wandered away from the playground equipment nearby and he was just as surprised by her inquiry as we were. So now I want to know if she was watching us as we looked at the candy inside the Sweet Factory (and if so, why?), and what exactly prompted her to run up to us.

And for the record, a play structure next to the candy shop is just plain mean to all parties involved.

An ode to Costco

I think I know one of the reasons why I love Costco: It brings back so many memories. Growing up in a large family made massive shopping trips a necessity, so the monthly excursions to the big box store became a ritual to look forward to. I could always tell when it was getting close to shopping time, as the cupboards would be empty and the list on the fridge would be a mile long. Sometimes Dad would ride in the car with us, other times he'd meet us there, and as we got older, we would just go by ourselves. I think it was easier going without him -- weekday morning trips were far less stressful than shopping on a busy weekend afternoon. Plus, Mom couldn't get angry at him for wasting money on random stuff.

And the samples... ! Free food is always a good idea, even more so when you are a child. I remember how special it felt to score mini servings of pizza bites, cookies, fruit snacks, chips, soda, or even ice cream. When we were especially fortunate, Mom would bring us along around dinner time and let us get Costco dogs on the way out. Sometimes we'd even pick up a huge package of the hot dogs, buns, and sauerkraut to help recreate the experience a few nights at home. Ahhh those were the days.

I still think Costco is an amazing store with mostly reasonable prices, but I can't help wondering how much of my love affair is due to the attachment I formed at a very young age. Even still, I doubt I will ever find a better place to buy trail mix, hummus, jumbo muffins, toilet paper, cat food, hot dogs, a giant bag of pretzels, or beef jerky.

A fault of my own

I'm a coward, an absolute wuss who is afraid of life. I came to this conclusion after spending last night at a party with the people I used to work with. We all gathered to celebrate Jennifer's move to Germany in a couple weeks, and I wished to God I'd had something interesting, positive, exciting to tell these people -- these friends -- I'd done since the big layoff. It's true I've traveled a bit here and there (and much more than I'd done in my life), but none of it could compare to the cool places these people had gone to in addition to keeping exciting journalistic careers. It gets worse: Since last March, one of my former colleagues has gotten married, another had a gorgeous baby girl, another is a soon-to-be mother... and I'm just me. I fail in all accounts.

So I asked myself why, in the span of time since my editor position was eliminated, have I not found a steady source of work. Do you know what my answer was? Fear. I am terrified of the job hunt, of interviewing, of working, of putting myself out there for the world to judge. What if I can't find anything? What if not one manager deems me worthy of a regular position? Or worse, what if I land a job doing the simplest of tasks that somehow turn out to be too difficult for me to get the hang of? I cannot bear to watch another job slip away. I thought by not settling on anything I was keeping my options open, when in reality, my not deciding was a way of choosing. I chose to be a loser. I chose to be a disappointment. I chose to hide the tears as my younger siblings make jokes at my expense in front of me and, most likely, behind my back. Being laid off is like a wound that can heal with the help of medicine, except I have let mine fester and rot to the point of needing amputation. And it's all my fault.

It's obvious you don't care

You know you're getting old when what previously seemed attractive about a guy is now a turn-off. For example, watching the Fall Out Boy video for "I Don't Care" made me hate the vision of a man wearing eyeliner and skinny jeans. The band members were running around acting like a bunch of idiots (albeit, on purpose) while dressed like teenagers, even though they haven't been teens for what, like 10 years now? At least 29-year-old Pete Wentz is old enough to know. There is an age when angst and dressing like a punk become ridiculous, and I think it's somewhere just before the big 3-0. Ha, he's even a father now -- How stupid to go out looking like an immature jerk with a baby in tow. I guess dressing "cool" is part of the rock star life, even though I get the feeling these guys would be dressing the same whether in a band or working at McDonald's. All the time I see people who think shirking style in favor of trends makes them cool, only to wind up looking like a slacker. It's kind of sad.

No, to me a grown man should wear shirts that fit (ones with collars are a bonus), clean pants or jeans, and shoes that aren't necessarily made for skaterboarding. Also, what's up with always wearing hoodies? There is such thing as a jacket that doesn't have a hood attached. Men should know there is nothing wrong with wearing clean, classic, and classy attire.

And I'm aware of how snobbish I sound right now, but hey, I don't care either.

A fault like that

I can’t decide what’s worse: To think to yourself, "I’m glad I’m not messed up like (insert name here)"; or to think, "Wow, my life would be much better if I was (insert name here)." Neither of those thoughts will get you anywhere – one will lead to dissatisfaction, the other will lead to arrogance and a sense of self-importance. I blame it on Arby's. I blame everything on Arby's.

So much doubt

This isn't what I went to school for, is it? All that hard work, all that money, all that time spent memorizing and writing and reading and reciting has gotten me what? Not very much. I'm not entirely convinced it was worth it. I feel like I've written this too often for it to have meaning anymore, yet the idea continues to run through my mind with the same impact it did that first time I thought it. Where do I go from here?

My yearly review

I know, I know, looking back on the year 2008 is a little cheesy, but it's my blog and I'll do what I want to. I want to fill this out. So there.

JANUA​RY

1 Who kisse​d you on new years​?​​
Craig, but only after we fought a lot.
2 Did you have a New Year'​​s Resol​ution​ this year?​​
I'm sure I did, probably something along the lines of getting in shape and being happy.
3 Does it snow where​ you live?​​
Sometimes, but usually not very much.
4 Do you like hot choco​late?​​
Indeed, especially when it's from 7 Eleven. Yum!
5 Have you ever been to Times​ Squar​e to watch​ the ball drop?​​
No, and I think the amount of people there would send me into convulsions. I'm very claustrophobic.

FEBRU​ARY
1 Who was your Valen​tine?​​
Craig! We went to Cheesecake Factory to celebrate.
2 When you were littl​e,​​ did you buy Valen​tine'​​s for the whole​ class​?​​
We had to.
3 Do you care if the groun​dhog sees its shado​w or not?
Nope.

MARCH​
1 Are you Irish​?​​
Maybe a teensy little bit that I don't fully know about.
2 Do you like corne​d beef and cabba​ge?​​
Yes, plus the potatoes and cornbread. Mmm mmm Renee made a killer meal last year.
3 What did you do for St Patri​ck'​​s Day?
Ate the food mentioned above in the Oregon City apartment. It was delicious.
4 Are you happy​ when winte​r is prett​y much over?​​
Absolutely! I hate the cold, rainy months.
5 Do you get tons of candy​ for Easte​r?​​
Not at all, actually. We never really have.

APRIL​

1 Do you like the rain?​​
Hardly. But at least it's not snow, right?
2 Did you play an April​ fool'​​s joke on anyon​e this year?​​
Not that I can recall.
3 Do you celeb​rate 4/​​20?​​
Haha, no.
4 Do you love the month​ of April​?​​
It's not the worst, though it is kind of dull. This year the whole family went to Michigan, so that was neat.
5 Your birth​day is in April​,​​ isn'​​t it?
Wrong! I like how assuming the writer of this survey is...

MAY
1 What is your favor​ite flowe​r?​​
Tulips.
2 Finis​h the phras​e "​​April​ showe​rs…"​​
bring May showers, which bring June showers. I'm a native Oregonian, what can I say?
3 Do you celeb​rate May 16th:​​ Natio​nal Pierc​ing Day?
Never heard of it. I might this year though.
4 Is May anyth​ing speci​al to you?
There are a few birthdays in there, plus it's almost summer which equals fun times. So yes, it is special.

JUNE
1 What year did you gradu​ate from high schoo​l?​​
2001
2 Did you do anyth​ing fun durin​g this month​?​​
My birthday, Joseph's birthday, lots of other birthdays, and the big golf tournament in Heppner was at the end of the month. That was loads of fun.
3 Do you have a favor​ite baseb​all team?​​
I guess the Mariners, but I also kind of favor Cleveland.

JULY
1 What did you do on the 4th of July?​​
Had dinner with the parents and then went downtown to watch the fireworks.
2 Did you watch​ the firew​orks?​​
Yep.
3 Did you blast​ the A/C all day?
I'm sure it was on, but I bet I didn't need it very much.

AUGUS​T
1 What was your favor​ite summe​r memor​y of '08?
That is a tough call. My birthday party was great, as was the weekend in Heppner, the first beach trip, and Craig's birthday dinner.
2 Did you have a sunbu​rn?​​
Not that I can remember...
3 Did you go to the pool a lot?
The pool at Craig's house, what what.

SEPTE​MBER
1 Are you atten​ding colle​ge/​​schoo​l?​​
I haven't for about 3 years now.
2 Do you like fall bette​r than summe​r?​​
No way. Fall is a sad time for me, as I mourn the loss of sunshine and warmth.
3 What happe​ned this month​?​​
Mir's birthday. I think that might be it.

OCTOB​ER
1 What was your last Hallo​ween costu​me?​​
Um, I think it must have been one of the sand monster things from Star Wars.
2 What is your favor​ite candy​?​​
Oh dear, probably peanut butter M&Ms, but anything with caramel is also right up there.
3 What was your favor​ite thing​(​​s)​​ about​ this month​?​​
The Idaho football game against New Mexico State was amazing. Okay, I didn't really pay attention to the actual game, but the weekend was fabulous.

NOVEM​BER
1 Whose​ house​ do you go to for Thank​sgivi​ng?​​
Mom and Dad's.
2 What are you thank​ful for?
My family and friends, Craig.
3 Do you love stuff​ing?​​
Oh my gosh, yes. My mom makes the best in the world, hands down.
4 Anyth​ing speci​al in this month​?​​
After-Thanksgiving sales, the pre-Christmas buzz around town.

DECEM​BER
1 Do you celeb​rate Chris​tmas?​​
Heck yes!
2 Have you ever been kisse​d under​ the mistl​e toe?
I'm not really sure.
3 What do you want this year?​​
An Official Red Ryder Carbine-Action Two-Hundred-Shot Range Model Air Rifle!
4 What do you love most about​ Decem​ber?​​
The excitement of the Christmas season! The cookies, the shopping, the music, the decorations, the tree, the church services, the happy feeling that fills the air -- all of it is just so special.

Rain, rain, go away

I wish problems really could just go away if you pushed them out of your mind. For once I would like to have something disappear solely because I ignored it, rather than having it reappear at a later time as an even bigger issue. How great would that be? "I didn't pay my taxes and the IRS is pissed? Oh well, I don't care!" "The boss wants to talk to me in private about my recent tardiness? Sorry, I'm too busy and important." "A voicemail from the collection company about some unpaid credit card bills? Delete." Ha, who am I kidding? Nothing would ever get done, nobody would care, and the world would be utter chaos. But still, sometimes I like to think about how nice it would be...

A new project for the new year

Today I bought a broom and swept the kitchen. I took the trash to the dumpster. I tried on some shoes without buying them. Oh yeah, and I created a new blog: http://i-are-smart.blogspot.com/. Check it out!

Men are like diamonds

For me, selecting a new calendar is a roundabout way of showing what interest I deem will be appropriate for the next year of my life. Growing up it was always Winnie the Pooh or Tigger. Later on I had Lance Bass/'N Sync, after that I think I had Queer Eye for the Straight Guy, Mutts, Clay Aiken, Sex and the City, Justin Timberlake -- You get the picture. I've had a lot of different calendars throughout my lifetime, but there is one series I have grown very fond of that involves scantily-clad men and ironic slogans. That's right, I'm talking about the "Men are like... " calendars. My favorite from last year is, "Men are like fairy tales... They seem to make more sense when you're young." Jaded? A bit. Sarcastic? You bet. Funny? To me, absolutely. Some people find it offensive, and by some people I mean my friend David. I couldn't tell if he was serious or if he just liked to argue with me, so for Christmas last year I got him a "Women are like... " one. He later told me he didn't even open it, so maybe he wasn't kidding. Waste of money, anyone?

I get a kick out of these things. I sent one to Renee as a gag gift when I was going to school in Pullman, and I liked it so much that I had to get one for myself the next year. And the next. And the next. I didn't buy one this year because I was hoping my mom would give it to me for Christmas, and now that I know she hasn't, I should be able to easily go out and get it. Right? Sure, except the only one I've seen was at Washington Square. Do I want to drive all that way for one measly item when I have a Barnes and Noble (gift card alert) right by my house? I guess not. I guess I'm too lazy to risk wasting my time and gas for something that may already be sold out, since I bought my 2009 calendar earlier tonight.

So what will be gracing my walls for the next 12 months? "Skylines of the World, Past and Present," which contrasts photos of what notable cities used to look like with what they look like now. It's kind of cool. Plus, this was literally the only decent one left at B&N. Well, there was a Family Guy one that was funny, but Renee and I agreed that it "just wasn't me." Maybe this is just my year to become a more mature individual. Goodbye poster men and man-bashing humor... I will remember you fondly.

Bad form

Being around my family is so exhausting sometimes. Like earlier today when we had our delayed Christmas dinner: Everyone was in a bad mood because Mom planned on dinner being done early in the afternoon and Dad was on his usual schedule of sitting down at around 7, but neither of them communicated any of this, causing the food to be ready at varying times. Us girls literally laid around all afternoon doing nothing -- which is fine when it's an actual holiday, but not so much during the rest of the year. All they had to do was talk about things and then tell us the plan, yet for some reason they did not.

I paid the favor forward by becoming really nit-picky with Craig. Way to take it out on an innocent person, eh? I love my parents to death, but God help me if I turn into them.

Good friends, good times

I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed exploring the world around me until tonight, when the girls and I skipped a movie we'd planned to see and went on the prowl for some fun. There is nothing like a night drive with the music loud to make you remember how great you have it. Thank you, reasonable gas prices, for making this night possible.

A new beginning

Hello 2009! I know some people think new year's resolutions are trite, and while I somewhat agree, I still make a few in my head to motivate myself toward change. This year I additionally am going to map out some goals for what I hope to accomplish during the next 365 days, including:

Write every day. Even if it's only a page in the back of an old notebook, I want to try to keep my thoughts in order by getting them down on paper.

Try new recipes. I'm not afraid to experiment with weird ingredients, so I'd really like to find recipes that incorporate classic flavors with unfamiliar tastes. I want to be confident about working with curry, quinoa, cardimom, risotto, turnips, shrimp, kale.

Figure out what I want to do with my life. Do I want to keep trying to make it in an industry that's going to get worse before it gets better - if it even will? Do I want to go back to school to be a teacher? Should I start looking for something completely random that will earn me a lot of money? Hmm. Hmm.

Find meaningful employment. I want to start working somewhere that not only pays me a fair wage, but that also gives me a sense of accomplishment and makes me excited to get up in the morning. This coincides with the one listed above.

Ask for more favors. I do a lot for a lot of people, but for some reason I feel guilty when I ask anybody for help. This needs to change.

Stop worrying.

Run a marathon. I really want to do this for me, and if I can get hooked up with one that helps out a good cause, even better. This must happen before June 12.

Dress smarter. I've decided that I would rather be overdressed than underdressed. It's okay to look classy when only going to the store for milk, and in honor of that I am pulling my heels out of their hiding place in the closet. Sorry feet, it must be done.

Stop making plans and not doing them. Pick something, do it, move on; otherwise I end up feeling like a failure.

Don't be so negative. It's okay to look on the bright side of things. Really, it is.