I blame it on How I Met Your Mother

I wouldn't have remembered this blog if it hadn't been for the episode of HIMYM. Marshall is offered a job contingent on him passing his background and internet search. I thought, well I've been on the web since my early teens, I should probably do a google search and see what's out there. Low and behold, here I am. Lucky for me, no one will find this blog cause it took me 8 google O's to get to. No one is that determined.

Clearly, my bold declaration of posting every month fell flat. Surprise Surprise.

So here I am, searching the interweb for my online footprint. Not to bad, nothing scandalous. Thankfully, I'm old enough not to get caught up in taking provocative pictures on myself and post them online, but young enough to still be hip with the internet.  My 23 year old self was smart enough to lock down my melodramatic livejournal and block all my memory of my username (though it probably has more to do with embarrassment than anything else). HA

So at the risk of ranting about something unimportant and giving some random stranger some vague insight into my life, I'll cut this post short.

I'd like to think I'll post something soon, but my track record for this blog is horrible.

Challenge Fail

I obviously couldn't stick to updating once a week. So we will change this challenge to updating once a month.

That way, when I look back I won't be disappointed in myself for not updating once a week. Similarly I'll pat myself on the back if I update more than once a month.

Like most blogs/on-line journals in the past. I'm sure I'll frequent this spot to vent about my real life.

Today's topic: Men

First of all, let's just say that I'm 25 now and I can no longer call men, boys. Which throws me off alot because that would mean I'm a women, and adult if you will, and being an adult scares the SHIT out of me.

Moving on, Men... at 25 I still have yet to figure them out. Infact I get the same massive headache I did when I think about boys I did when I was 17. I question myself alot when it comes to dating or the prospect of dating. I try and keep in mind that if a guy actually wanted to go on a date with me he'd have already asked me out. However, recently I was told that, infact that isn't the case. So what now? Am I suppose to ask out the guy? Me?

Which leads me to then think about gender roles and whether or not I'm as progressive as I'd like to believe when it comes to modern day gender roles.

Which leads me to then think about Disney movies and how they have failed me and while I can draw the line pretty thick between real world and fairy tale, if i'm being honest with myself then I'd have to admit that on very rare occasion I do fancy myself a day dream or two of meeting the man that will sweep me off my feet.

Which makes me irritated and then pist off again that I still can't figure out men. So all that's left for me is to put on a good record- volume so high I can't hear myself think. Nothing is solved and 8 months down the road I hit this road block again.

Being a girl is hard.

New Chapter and a lesson on following through

It seems that I am constantly rediscovering this blog of mine. I constantly forget this thing exists. Just recently after reading a friends blog, did I realize I had this blog.

I guess that's my problem. I never follow through with anything. I get a good head start, start out totally enthusiastic and then the dreaded Gemini twin emerges and I drop whatever I was doing like a hot potato.

Usually I'll remember a journal or blog of mine exist when something new and life changing is about to happen. This time is no exception. Maybe Its because I think otherwise, I'm too boring to actually write about anything.

So what's new with me? I am about to start a new job. After 2.8 years working at this high stress, work load job I am finally moving on. I feel that this is the start of something big, and not because I'm getting paid more either. Since I interviewed for this job, things just seemed to fall into place in a big way.

So in light of this new chapter in my life, I'm feeling lucky and I am challenging myself to update this blog once a week.

Here's to new beginnings!

Tick Tock

More than a year has passed since my last update. Ain't it how it always goes...

I never follow through, maybe the next year I'll challenge myself to post something every month at the least.

We shall see.

And just like that...

How quickly 10 months go by. I was in the process of creating a new blog (I totally forgot I had this one) when I accidentally clicked on some link and BAAM! here I am.

Anyway, I occasionally hang out at Best Buy, in the Mac area on my free time (I pray that one day I'll check my bank account and have enough money to afford a mac laptop and or desktop):

The mechanics of life.

So much to do so little time.
These seven words have never ringed so true. I am in the midst of something fierce. Preparing job packets that need to be turned in tomorrow. Working on resumes that should be done by next week at the latest. Working on off days, working on on days, going to school and studying. I got a call back from the volunteer place, I go in on Wednesday to fill out yet another packet (Do you see a pattern, my life is surrounded by endless piles of paper).

I'm taking breaks between studying to remember what it is my striving for. God Damn (forgive me father) am I digging deep for motivation.

I register in a week for Spring classes. Can you believe its going to be 2007 in a like six weeks? Anyway, I register which is like 20 dollars a unit and then its fifty bucks per application I send out to Cal-States. I mean, where is that money tree our parents joked about.

Life has certainly turned up the stress level. I'll hang in there, though. One thing I'm big on is pride. And I refuse to give into sadness, frustration and stress.

I'm an extraordinary machine.