Wednesday, March 9, 2011

In case you didn't know

In case you didn't know, or forgot-- being a girl is no picnic. I mean, it could be a picnic, if my hair would stop frizzing out in the humidity, and ants refrained from nibbling on my carefully and delicately cut sandwiches. Or I didn't accidentally drop a grape down my cleavage. But alas these things happen. Girl life, come to find out, is not all red and white checkered blankets. And those cute little baskets. (Where do people get those anyway?)

Today I woke up refreshed. I had plans. Awesome, productive type plans. Like leaving the apartment with my bed made, and a cup of tea. Honey Lemon Green Tea with a spoonful of Splenda, that was my plan.

I maintained these intentions up until my shower, when I emerged sopping wet, and slipped.

In case you didn't know, or forgot--falling HURTS. especially when you're naked and surrounded by tiles and a porcelain toilet.
I think it knocked all the plans out of me. I was annoyed and tired. I let my hair dry naturally (afro-y). I put on yesterday's clothes. I no longer cared to make tea or my bed.

Isn't it funny how things can so quickly change in the hands of a clumsy,hormonal girl? Like I said, no picnic.

I'm too tired to finish this.
I am not, however, to tired to shop for one of these:

This weekend's suppose to be pretty. :)

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Cubicle for one, please.

I never should have researched job openings. It makes me crazy for a multitude of reasons, which I will now list.

1) The job description. I realize you can "professionalize" any job with certain words. I can make my position at All About Pets sound like a complex, responsibility-cloaked managing job (I don't just sit behind the counter and write blog entries after all).
2) I can't picture myself performing some of these tasks--simply because I never have. And what if they don't teach me first? I'm really starting to doubt the point of college.
3)NEW YORK. Of all the job postings I was interested in, only one was somewhere other than NY. And none were in Memphis.
4)I actually love my current job. It's the new experience I crave. And maybe more $.
5)What should I be doing? Purpose? Passion? Too many decisions. Too many questions.

So I put it out of my head, I diligently cut the UPC's off of expired products. I finish The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (I highly recommend this book to anyone who loves letters btw). I don't think about it. And then I think about what I'm not thinking about, and my head hurts.

What should I do with my life?

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Days like today

I told Matt I was feeling uncomfortable in my skin. That was sometime last week, and while he tried to tickle me out of it, that feeling of fidgety discontent still lingers.
I'm tired of a lot of things. Small things that make no difference in my character, or where my life is headed;things so slight that they could be changed with ease.
I could lighten my hair. I could find a Pilates class that tones and strengthens me. I could make more time to write, to garden, to cook, to read.
But I want my hair to be lightened by the ocean sun, and my body to be toned by mountain hikes and bicycle rides. I want to have days solely for pansies and sunflowers or seasonings and spices.

But if I can't have these things, and as far as I know, I can't until December, I'll take more cool breezes and warm sunshine.
I can be content on days like today.