Life plan

So, I now have a fall back to my original life plan (financially at least...) to win the lottery... the new goal is to write the next Harry Potter. I think this plan is more do-able seeing as how I never even buy lottery tickets but somehow just expect the winning one to magically appear one day... or that maybe one of the5 I've bought in my life will magically reappear and be the winning ticket.

Oh well, so about this new life plan... I already have the story idea and everything, I'm just waiting for the patience to write it. I have the ideas, I just wonder when I will have the time to write it as well. I was reading that Nickolas someone-or-other... the guy who wrote "The Notebook" writes his books on his commutes on the metro in DC. I wonder if I could make my story come in 40 minute spurts like that. I doubt it. I can't even keep a train of thought in here, my blog... where writing more than a few paragraphs is frowned upon....

We'll see what happens.

Awesome Sauce!

So... my new phrase is "awesome sauce." I have no idea where it came from or when I started to say it but apparently I mutter it under my breath quite a bit... usually when I am frustrated and/or angry... mostly annoyed out of my mind.

Most recently, I was looking at this website for a job that I applied for... I have interview in two and a half hours and I actually read the job description. Wow, am I REALLY REALLY unqualified for it. Like, ridiculously unqualified. Awesome sauce! I don't know why they even let me come for an interview.... but I have to go and pretend that I can do and see if they will give me a job doing whatever it is that the job entails cause I need one like whoa! So I get to show up at the office and put on my "I know what I'm doing, I'm super confident/knowledgeable/serious..." face. AWESOME SAUCE! I soooooo want to call the whole thing off cause I think that they are going to laugh in my face... unfortunately I do not have their phone number because I set up the interview with the recruiter in NYC so I only have his phone number... awesome sauce.

Dude... I totally need something to go right in my life right now... maybe they will see my desperation and just give me a job... PLEASE???!?!

Why yes, Rugby is amazing!

Yeah, so somewhere apparently someone is actually reading this blog (this really shocked me to tell you the truth!).... and the one person who posted a comment did not post on any of the random thought that pour out of my mind, but on the one line of my profile that says I played rugby. So, I went to his blog to check it out, and let me tell you, that is one confusing blog. There are... I don't know how many languages on it but once you find the languages you speak, the blogs are pretty good (if random sports stuff...).

Check it out: http://eboraguebijuvenil.blogspot.com

Dating websites

The newest in entertainment: dating websites. I just joined this one: OkCupid.com because Jai was on it and said it was good. I really think that I need to get a life outside of it. Not only can you have a profile and all that, but you take all these tests and do little quizzes about yourself. You find out a lot about yourself. Apparently they have found out two things about me since I have joined (based on the answers to various questions: I am more desiring of sex (well, duh) and I am greedy (am I? really? I don't think so... but ok).

No matter what its a lot of fun. (Please don't stalk me.)

Home and me.

Yay! I get to go home and see people. It really makes me think about all the people I haven't seen in a while and really miss.

No big surprise to a lot of people... if I don't see you on a regular basis, I am horrible at actually keeping up with you. I have tried really hard for the last four years to keep up with certain people from high school but have found it really challenging, especially in the last year or so, since I am not coming home for the summer and only get to see people for a few days at a time when I am in North Carolina. I love all my friends from high school, but there are times when I feel so disconnected that its hard to make the effort.

BITD... when I had first decided to move up to DC for college, my mom told me that I would probably grow up a lot more than my friends who stayed near where we had grown up. She told me about a friend of her's who went away to college and came back to their hometown a few years later and how much that friend had changed. I remember thinking that nothing like that would happen to me. Its so much easier to keep in touch these days: there's email and instant messangers, etc. Freshman year, I didn't feel the effect, sophomore year not so much either. I didn't really think about it too much until my friends came up here to see me and I realized how different I was up here compared to when I go home. I feel like I am two people: one like I was still in high school and one that I am now. While these two people are very similar, there are some touches of maturity that I lose when I am there. I love who I am now, when I am here in DC/MD... when I go to North Carolina I feel not only like I've lost a little bit of myself but like I am an outsider for not keeping up with my friends as much as I should. Then I feel guilty for not keeping up with them more. GAH! I think that I need to learn how to realize that it takes two people to keep in touch... its not all my fault, but I do accept that half of it is me.

Oregon PBS in DC?

Not having cable (hey, some of us are poor...)has taken me back to the stations of my childhood. (And I've actually watched the local news for the first time in five years...) Lately I've rediscovered my love for the Price is Right and Family Feud... shows that I haven't seen since my brother was sick back in 2002. When I started yelling with the crowds, I know that my new neighbors just loved me (hey, thanks for the Internet if you are reading this... maybe I'll get my own someday...:) So while I am writing this I am watching PBS (hence the fragmented thought process), more specifically a historical investigation show where they get people's things and confirm if they are real or not... so far I've seen them tell an old man that he was screwed over, the painting that he bought online was not, in fact, a real painting by some famous person; also a Chinese Tong building that ended up being a gambling den....

So, yeah, at the end of the episode they should the PBS logo but it was PBS Oregon.... hmmm... yeah, cause DC and Oregon are right next to each other, I can see how they were confused... maybe they thought Washington DC was Washington State?

Apparently someone is trying to make 1520 Sedgwick Ave a historic site by calling it the birthplace of hip hop.... hmmm....

By the way, one of the historians has the same earrings as I do... I might never wear them again.

Naming a plant is a very important step in keeping it alive....

I am the kind of person who not only names a plant but has a thought process behind it. One of my latest namings for example... in my last apartment we had an "un-killable" plant (BTW... my roommates and I had killed 4 "un-killable" plants before this one...) and since this one was dying we decided to take some advice on it and 1) water it and 2) prune it.... so one day about 3 weeks after receiving this advice I finally got around to doing so. Just by cutting off some of the dead stuff (not all...) I reduced the size of the plant by about 2/3. To me I had just given the plant a haircut... a buzz cut to be exact. Then I got to thinking that the plant needed a name... why? who knows... thats just what I thought. I went through my usual names for naming random things, my favorites being George, Fred, and Lucille. But I decided to walk on the wild side and try something new. So I decided that because it now had a buzz cut, it must be a marine.... and then I thought, well I know 3 marines well.... 1 from high school, 1 of my friend's boy friends (neither of which my roommates knew) and the third was a friend of ours, Dathan: so the plant was named after him.

Everyone who hears this long, drawn out story says one of two things: 1) OMG, its just a plant, that was WAY too long of a thought process to name it and/or 2) Dathan isn't a very "marine-y" name... you should rename it something more "marine-y"

Of course after that there was pressure to keep it alive... especially after we told him about it (oh, and did he laugh at me....). I kept it alive for the remainder of the time that we lived together and then lost custody of the plant.... but hey, at least I don't have to worry about keeping it alive anymore.

I now have a cactus which is much more my speed... its name is Spike... original I know.