Friday, May 7, 2010


soooooooo its my birthday. indeed i am sipping bacardi like its my birthday. to celebrate another year of wisdom, good looks, and odd habits, i have decided to look back at the year that was 21. so here she goes, this year in photos:

may: celebrated the 21st by trekking to the moabs. it was the phase when i thought my hair should be one inch long. we now know otherwise. thankfully.

june: spent some days in the big apple before heading to...

...the big waffle. they dont really call belgium the big waffle.

july: this looks like an iphoto background but it is actually the eiffel tower. in paris. because i went there on a train. it was the phase where i went to other countries on trains. much better than the hair phase.

just my feet on the...

...which actually hasnt fallen down.

august: the diet coke phase...

the shopping phase...

and the explorer phase. (my feet and i were very much lost when this photo was taken.) im still waiting for all three phases to end but i kind of hope they dont. there are some, however, that have ended and i think maybe we are all grateful.

the phase where i used the same water bottle for 3 months.

the phase where i refused to cut my nails.

and the phase where i ate disco biscuits.

september: returned to the mother land...

where i laid my two most noble pairs of sandals to rest. til we meet again, dear friends.

october: had a fest and carved a pumpkin like haleys face.

november: spent thanksgiving morning at the wal marts. pretty sure its going to be a new tradition.

december: melted a votive candle all over my dresser and partied it up with eva.

january: hit the floridas for some much needed vitamin d.

ethel and willard know that the more skin you expose, the more vitamin d you get.

february: things started to slow down so i kept it exciting by eating some expired chips...

followed by some expired rice cakes. i guess you could say i live on the wild side.

march: chose one skill to focus on for the month and it was gas pumping. id say overall it was pretty successful.

april: easter brought snow and blue lips...

followed by phoenix, where the sun actually shines.

so here we are, back at may. heres to 22. the oldest age i have ever been so far. my goals for this age are nothing out of the ordinary, just self-actualization, translation into heaven, and maybe a movie based on my life. in that order. we can check back next year and see how it went. cheers.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010


you may or may not but definitely should be aware that my birthday is coming up in approximately 5 days. birthdays always shoot me for a loop and give me some unwelcome and paralyzing perspective. this is the account of such perspective:

today i was at my favorite place within my favorite place, which is the tcby within the mall. i went because they now have soft serve butter pecan frozen yogurt. not the point.

the point is that the man helping me was 40 and working at tcby. when i ordered the butter pecan he asked if i had had it before and i said no and he said it is totally so good. and i smiled and in my head i said oh man that guy likes his job way too much. and the fear struck.

what if i like MY job too much? so i dont leave? ever? granted 40 is not 21 and tcby is not the gap, but fear does not listen to reason.

i know that it was only recently that i carried on about my bright but partially undecided future so if you want to stop reading now (traitor) i will (not) forgive you.

i identified the problem with my future fears (fears about the future, not fears i expect to have at a later date) and this is the problem: unrealistic comparisons.

exhibit a: bob at tcby.

exhibit b: a friend of a friend just bought a house and she is 27 and i practically revere her for it. then came the fear. i felt behind because i dont have a house. then haley told me that 21 isnt 27. valid point.

exhibit c: amanda seyfried is 24 and she has a dog and she takes him on walks all over the city and i know this because us weekly always sees them out on walks and takes pictures. and so the fear strikes. if she can have a dog then i can have a dog, notwithstanding the fact that she is a (beautiful and talented and also my favorite) movie star and can afford to live in an apartment where dogs are allowed or she could buy herself a palace.

oh no she could buy herself a palace. and cue the fear. i should save my money so i can buy me and my dog a palace when i am 24.

or i could not save my money and instead invest in some retail therapy to overcome (or temporarily block out) my fears. which is the one i choose because this currently resides at banana and i cant wait to own it.

umm also are you aware that catalog is the preferred spelling over catalogue in america? blogspot tried to inform me that catalogue isnt a word. but that is false.