Makes you appreciate the awkward years

It's such a shame this show only lasted a season. I really wish I had tuned in when it was on TV. The episodes were so well-written and the characters loveable in every sense. I will always hold The Wonder Years on a very high pedestal, but this show ranks very high on my list.

A slump.

I know it's barely going to be a month since I graduated, but I'm already terrified I've fallen into a slump. I've applied to a few jobs and haven't heard back from any of them. Pretty discouraging.

When I get home from work, I pretty much feel fried. I feel like retail is killing me, literally. I've had this shooting pain in my back from the lack of support in my shoes and the fact that sometimes I work eight hours straight without a break. I don't know how much longer I can listen to my own sales pitch. I'm sick of beauty products. I'm sick of working so hard for such little pay.

I feel like my creative side is lacking life and luster. I have so many ideas, so many beginnings and middles without ends. I start writing and always hit a wall. I haven't read a book in months. I feel like a total slug.

I know this is temporary and I can't let anything stand in my way of my dream, but God do I wish something good would come my way. A little help. A little...something.

Is it Sunday yet?

Push the reset button.

Can't sleep. I'm sure the exhaustion I actually feel will kick in in about 20 min...In the meantime, I thought I'd write. I'm feeling slightly anxious right now. As happy as I am about graduation, the typical melancholia is setting in. Being a student was such a big part of my identity for the last eight years of my life. And even though I am set on going to grad school within in the next 2 years, I am flipping out over the various huge question marks that are currently lingering over my head. Where should I apply? What writing sample should I include? What if I do awful on my GRE's? What professors should I seek advice from? What if I'm not good enough? What if I don't get any to any of the programs I apply to? Augh. I know I just have to reset my goals list again and take it one step at a time. Right now, I just feel like I'm at point A. I'm hating the thought of working at PB full-time. My resume right now is totally unimpressive and needs major polishing and updating. I'd also like to get back my writing. I need to compile the books I want to read over the summer. I need to get back into a healthy workout routine. I need to do so much!

This to do list is growing...Also, my exhaustion has kicked in.

Embrace it.

This morning, I was looking through an old journal of mine from 2003. I had just begun to discover my passion for writing and was already at work with my first "novel." I think I wrote about fifteen pages until I realized my idea was completely ridiculous and I myself, was not interested in the subject matter. Now I've got a story I'm actually excited about and looking forward to working on (and maybe even finishing) this summer. As I get ready to graduate tomorrow, I'm still not having doubts about every decision I made up until this point. I'm glad I switched my major a gazillion times. I can't imagine going into any other field and feeling satisfied. I enjoy creating characters and worlds filled with emotions far too much. I'm going to embrace the self-doubt and self-loathing that comes with being an aspiring writer. It's my dream. I am living my dream.

Adios Orange County?

Last night, Mark and I saw an article on Huffington Post regarding the ten best/worst cities to live in post-graduation. Coincidentally enough, Austin, Texas showed up on the best list. Not surprisingly, Los Angeles was on the worst. Ever since John mentioned how the Austin's been flourishing to Mark and I discovered it's home to a top MFA Creative Writing program, I've been curious. With Mark's graduation this weekend and mine approaching rather quickly, I feel my head spinning with excitement, fear and motivation. Aside from my family and few close friends, there's nothing really holding me back here in Orange County. I'm dying for a change of pace and scenery. And, the thought of not having to pay over a thousand dollars for a measly one bedroom apartment in Orange County is kind of...refreshing. I just keep looking at pictures and reading about the city and I ask myself, "Why not?" I mean, Mark's already made a big move once. And, what better person to have a new adventure with than your best friend? I feel those Austin city lights calling...

It's as simple as a dog with funny teeth.

On days like today when life feels unnecessarily complicated, I look at this picture and find myself instantly smiling. I can't remember how I ever stumbled across it or why, but I'm extremely grateful to the person who took it. :-) . Sure, it may seem nutty to some, but I'm glad I have that silly (and dorky) sense of humor.

The only poem I'm not ashamed of...

Music & Love

I believe in second chances because I believe in love.

I know now that it all depends on good timing.

We lost time with discord, but now we're dancing to the same rhythm.

Do you hear the music playing? Babe, that's our music.

Dance with me now, let's get lost in this beat.

Do you feel that pitter-patter of my heart?

You always had my heart

and from the beginning, I knew it was love;

The kind of love that makes your heart beat

faster with every second. And you hope the timing

is right. I remember sitting in the car listening to music.

Making out under the stars, we found our rhythm.

Dance with me now, to this perfect rhythm.

Let your heart dance with my heart.

Nothing else matters now, let's just dance to the music.

In this song, let us be lead by love.

It's all about timing, oh how it's all about timing!

Dance with me now, dance to this beat.

Do you feel my heart beat?

Do you feel the speeding rhythm?

I feel a breeze of confidence that our timing

won't let us down. Here babe, put your hand on my heart.

Can you feel my love?

God, I love this music!

Let's make love to the music.

Let our hips make some beats.

Let's make sweet love

under these stars, in a continuous rhythm.

Let your heart make love to my heart.

Steady babe, it's all in timing.

If ever there were a perfect time

To know what music

Really feels like it'd be now. In my heart

there's a beat. It's a continuous beat.

And that never-ending rhythm

Will never die. That's what you call love.

It's all in the timing. So, let's dance to our beat.

Let's dance to our music, let's dance to our rhythm.

Feel my heart babe. This time, it's love.