Sunday, May 31, 2009

On the weekends...

I added a playlist to my blog...I hope it's not too annoying...

considering life is always better with a soundtrack.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

I hate my Jay-Oh-Bee.

Current soundtrack: Counting Crows - August and Everything After

Random thought of the day: How freaking good are the Counting Crows?

"But we're never gonna survive, unless we get a little crazy...
In a world full of people, only some want to fly, isn't that crazy?"

Thank you, Seal, for your words of inspiration. Sarcasm aside, I believe Mr. Seal makes a poignant remark in his song Crazy. I have always been a bit on the reckless side myself, at least in my head and heart. What's a life if it's not to be lived and lived to the full? Do people really find themselves content just monotonously going through the motions day in and day out? Perhaps. I am not one to judge the hearts and happiness of others, however, I am a strong believer that many people would probably feel an immense amount of freedom if only they stopped living as a slave to their fears and instead worked hard to conquer them and live a little bit on the edge. What really gets me is that I feel not only that I tend toward living a little crazy but I also feel I was created to live that way. Such a deep part of me feels wild and unbridled passion to get out of my comfort zone and be touched by the world that I can't deny it is at the very core of my existence, a place I feel only myself and God can reach.

I should clarify what I mean when I talk about getting a little crazy...considering I wouldn't want people to think that I am encouraging hooligan acts of vandalism or general lawlessness...what I am referring to is more a matter of the heart and truly living out what's on the inside without fear or insecurity. Sure it's difficult to overcome such obstacles of the self, but it is not impossible...and deciding to try is half the battle.

I suppose this is more of a pep talk for myself...seeing as I am currently stuck in a job that is sucking the soul out of my body through every orifice at put it mildly. Have you ever worked in a soul-murdering job? You know, the kind of job that doesn't appreciate any part of who you are beyond your ability to breathe or show average dexterous ability in all ten digits? The kind of job that goes against your very moral compass, the fiber of your being, your literal gut instincts? Sigh.

I am resolved to make my life better, not sit around and bitch about it all day. So, I will show up to work with a genuine smile on my face, do my job well and with a good attitude, then go home every night and job search for a position that will offer me life rather than imminent death!

Here is one good thing to remember when feeling really crappy about said death-job...the grass is always greener...and there is always someone else who's job sucks more than yours.

Case in point...

Never underestimate the power of a good laughing can do wonders for the down trodden soul. In the meantime, I need a nap.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Septacycle. Say WHAT?!

Quite possibly THE coolest invention on the planet.


Friday, May 15, 2009

I dare you to move.

I'm so pumped.

I met a really cool girl last night that was part of the Invisible Children Rescue event that happened a couple weeks ago and we ended up talking at length about her adventures. I was completely sucked in and immediately wanted to find out how I could get more involved. Since my heart's desire is to work in a human traffiking non-profit, I am eager to eat up as much experience as possible within that realm.

I have decided that sometimes in life it's ok to live a bit recklessly. I generally play it safe even when my heart is screaming to live with tons of passion-driven zeal for the things I believe in. I knew I would unleash myself at some point, I just didn't know how it would manifest itself. I think I have found the perfect outlet.

Towards the end of June there is a political rally in Washington DC with Invisible Children. They are taking their cause to Capitol Hill in order to make their voices heard by the very people who can do things to solve the problem of this ugly and despicable war happening in Uganda as we speak. I want to be an active part of history, a player in the intense battle for freedom around the world. I have decided to embark on an adventure to Washington DC...alone. It doesn't matter whether or not I know anyone going, the point will be to unite with a group of like-minded individuals fighting side by side for the same cause. I'm sure I will meet some amazing people along the way...but until then I am planning on hopping a plane with merely a backpack and sleeping bag in tow and getting lost in the hustle and bustle of our nation's capitol...just me, a camera, and a loose game plan. I am beyond excited.

It's time I take responsibility for the passion I have in my heart and stop making excuses by letting life get in the way. There will always be other obligations, jobs, money issues, blah blah's never what am I waiting for? Now is the time in my life when I am most mobile; I am single, young, healthy, and ready for some adventure in my conquest to make my mark on our incredible planet within the span of my short life. So, here it goes.

Find out more about the Invisible Children event: How It Ends.

Feel inclined to join in the fight? Talk to me. Talk to someone. Visit the Invisible Children website. On Facebook? Find out more here.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Broken Zipper Blues

Current soundtrack: Bloc Party - Blue Light, via Pandora Radio

As much as I might like to pretend that I am above trendy and faddish movements within the social world, I am quite the opposite; I eat that stuff up...well, kind of. Being that I am artistic and love self expression as much as the next Andy Warhol-tote carrying hipster (joke), I find myself getting really caught up in social networking sites. I was a huge MySpace buff back in the hay day of the early 21st century and now find myself a frequent user of the all-hailed Facebook. I do love it and I do see the fun/function in it as well. However, I must say that this new movement of Twittering-status-updating madness is simply just not my style. Should I care that you are about to change your pants, butter your toast, or sew a button back on your favorite coat? Nay. And I don't.

Please, can someone explain the Twitter phenomenon to me? I have never used it, don't understand it, and don't care to. Now, as much as I love self disclosure to a certain depth between intimate friends, this is just far too much information. TMI, people, TMI. See, I'm hip to the three letter phrases that seem to offer a truncation for EVERYTHING. LOL, OMG, NVM, LMAO (oops how did that 4th letter sneak in there?)...this is something else I just cannot get behind. We sure have become lazy.

What exactly does "Twitter" come from anyway? Is it supposed to conjure up visions of a bevy of obnoxiously loud squawking birds? I suppose that is very fitting in a way. Really...?

OMG, you have to read this article, I'm so glad someone else shares my sentiments on the matter...

Ok, moving on.

This morning at work my zipper broke. Yes, the zipper on my nice Express dress slacks that I have only owned for a couple of months. Let's just say it's a good thing I sit most of the day. I called Express straight away and got verbal confirmation that I can exchange them without a receipt. The girl on the other end didn't sound the least bit surprised that the zipper busted so soon into owning a pair of pants that I take impeccable care of...they have never even seen the inside of a dryer. Since when did $75 start buying cheaply made crap? Yeah, I guess I should have just gone to Target from the start...

The word of the day (thanks to Stephanie and Dane Cook): Snarky.
Use it.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

Her Morning Elegance.

I cannot get enough of this's wonderful, genius, innovative, and insanely executed.

I wish I were this creative.

Great song too...