22 Things I’ve Learned In Twenty-Two Years (a little early)

My birthday isn’t until the 21st so this is about three weeks early. However, I’m expecting my life to be in some state of disarray that day seeing as I will be freshly transplanted in Germany. So, since I had decided I wanted to do one of these posts it seemed like a good idea to get on it while I have the time. I’m sure I won’t learn that many new things in the next three weeks.

  1. You’re not always in control. Sometimes you have to let life do its thing and just follow along.
  2. Life is never truly dull. It may be blissfully calm sometimes, but never dull.
  3. Change is simultaneously exciting, sad, scary, awesome, and necessary.
  4. The single most important thing in life is the people you surround yourself with.
  5. Adding onto #4, be loving to others. That, in turn, usually leads to others loving you.
  6. Sometimes it’s okay to be lazy.
  7. Sometimes it’s NOT okay to be lazy. (Know when to tell the difference between #6 and #7.)
  8. Hasty decisions are generally not a good idea. But damn, they’re fun.
  9. Don’t let the enormity of a task stop you from attempting it. Break it down into smaller tasks and DO IT.
  10. Understand that you are simultaneously an unidentifiable speck in the universe and also the center of someone’s (or some people’s) universe.
  11. Find your niche. I repeat. Find your niche. Finding your cozy little spot in the world is enormously comforting.
  12. Having a sense of humor about something is pretty much always imperative.
  13. Try really hard to accept that people can have vastly different beliefs and opinions than you. I struggle with this sometimes, but in the end it’s none of my business.
  14. Find what you love and try really, really hard to do it. Doing what you hate day in and day out is no way to live a life.
  15. Know when to throw your first impression of a person (or thing or place or event or so  on) out the window. First impressions are almost always bogus.
  16. Appreciate what others bring to your life.
  17. Remember that you are the sum of those you love. Every step you take, every word that slips from your lips, ever blink of your eye is inspired by a loved one.
  18. Goof off. Nuff said.
  19. It is not your responsibility to make others happy. It’s nice if you can, though.
  20. Meeting new people is intensely scary. It’s also necessary for growth.
  21. It’s okay to shop for fun sometimes. Not all the time, but sometimes.
  22. Adventure will come when you least expect it. Go with it.

I also did a 20 Things I’ve Learned In Twenty Years post on my old blog. Feel free to read about how wise and sage I was when leaving my teens.

And just in case you’re craving it, here’s a brand-spankin-new picture of me with my favorite nephew/godson ON THE PLANET.


Bear with me…

My life is a weee bit crazy right now. I’ve found it hard to muster up the energy to write a blog post I can be happy with. I will come back soon. I’m just taking a little blog vaca.

I’m Doing Something Productive With My Life!

Okay, I’ve undertaken a new hobby. Can I call it a hobby if I don’t like it yet? I’m going to call it a hobby.


Crazy, I know. On an average day I like to spend at least 23 1/2 hours in bed.

But that’s over. I’m training for a half marathon with my friends Cheryl and Demi.

And being me, I made a blog about it. It’s going to chronicle our individual and group progress so you should totes check it out. We’re also trying to raise money for our registration. We’re doing our half marathon at Disney World, here in Orlando. The registration price is pretty high for this one because it benefits the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. Hear that? It’s a good cause!

So check out the blog (and check it often-we’re going to be posting a lot!) and donate if you feel so inclined.

I’ll leave you with a picture taken right after our first two mile run (which links to the new blog):

Tell me those red faces are not pure sexy...

Am I The Only One That Does This? #2

So for the past, I don’t know, ever people have constantly asked me “What’s wrong?”. I promptly answer nothing. When they give me that look that says, “Come on…you can trust me with your hardships. Just tell me what’s wrong,” I have to assure them once again that nothing is wrong other than the fact that they’re getting kind of annoying. And I don’t mean “nothing” like fourteen year old girls yell at their parents when their first boyfriend breaks up with them. I’m serious. Nothing is the matter. I am perfectly at peace with the world like 90% of the time I’m asked that question. I always thought it was weird until I started looking at other people’s faces. On the shuttle to campus, I scoped random people’s expressions when they weren’t looking. Then I went home and looked at myself in the mirror with my default neutral expression. This is what I found:

Somehow from this face people get the feeling that I’m in some sort of pit of despair. No. I’m sorry my mouth doesn’t just settle into a smile when I’m not thinking.

Does anybody else have this issue?

This Has Been A Weird Day…

Most of it hasn’t been weird in a bad way, just out of my routine. My first class was canceled (never a bad thing), my roommate and I made pancakes for breakfast (also never a bad thing), I had a little 1  1/2 minute presentation in French and then I was able to leave. None of that was bad-just different. I worked a non-eventful shift. Then I went home and vegged for about forty minutes. Not entirely out of the ordinary but with my bestie/roommate gone it always feels different. I ate chocolate so I wasn’t hungry for dinner (which I wouldn’t have time for because of the veg time anyway). I had to go back to campus to hear an author speak. He was interesting and funny at times.

Afterwards, I made my way to the shuttle that would take me back home (paying for parking is for cotton headed ninny muggins). I talked to my Dad on the phone for a while and at some point it occurred to me that not only was my shuttle taking forever to get there but everyone’s shuttle was (this shuttle stop is actually like a bus station type of deal with a bunch of spaces for a bunch of different shuttle routes). Since my phone was now alerting me every 30 seconds that it was dying, I decided to bid my father adieu and see what was going on. One of the only other people in the entire shuttle station happened to be on the next bench over so I asked him if the shuttles were running. He replied that he had been there since 8:10 (it was now a little after 9:00) and there was no shuttle. I panicked a little inside since I had no idea how long my battery would last and the person I would normally call immediately was 2  1/2 hours away.

My first call to a work friend was a failure, as she was on her way to her parents home a few hours away (I did manage to scare her a little since I basically told her I was stranded, my phone was dying, and then hung up on her). My second attempt was successful and my other roommate was on her way.

About a minute later my phone died, but with my ride secured I was oddly serene about the whole thing. I was in a well lit area so I calculated my chances of being raped/murdered/kidnapped were fairly slim. I stuck one headphone in and let my ipod do its thang as I pulled out my trusted moleskin notebook and let my literary juices overflow. I wrote a couple pages about how for some reason I felt really good about being at the shuttle station alone with my phone dead on a Friday night. Almost like I was Bear Grylls and this was just another adventure that I would work my way out of like it was nothing.

Eventually, my roommate made her way to UCF and essentially saved the day (shout out to Ana-don’t think you read my blog but if you do…you’re my hero). She brought me home safe and sound. I plugged my phone in and let my poor friend from my first attempt at safety know that I wasn’t dead. Good thing too, she was about to have her friend drive thirty minutes to campus to see if I was still there (that right there is a good friend). I sat on the computer and talked to my bro.

But then I got into a funk. My adrenaline fueled high by which I felt truly alive and at one with the world had faded and in its place I just felt…weird. I still do. I am a creature of routine. I like to do things over and over and over and over and over and over and over until they are as much a part of me as the hair on my head (which was very frizzy today…thanks humidity!). This funk morphed into what I like to think of as my latest unhealthy habit-popping blackheads. Ew. I know. What a weirdo. Don’t judge me. They pop just like zits and for the past month I’ve gotten more and more addicted to sitting in front of the mirror and getting as many as I can.

This led me to the awesome conclusion that I’m just on the latest leg of my journey to becoming bat-shit insane. With this revelation I decided the next logical step was to put on one of those green, creamy face masks. My skin happens to be dry and peely right now which probably won’t be helped by the mask that tends to dry skin out. Don’t worry…I’m confident it’ll be fine (by confident I mean I don’t really care because make up fixes all).

In the end I just don’t really care about today. All I’ve eaten today is pancakes and chocolate so really I was just setting myself up for failure. Good for me, I get to screw up my routine once again by spending all Saturday at school. But such is life, and maybe I’ll even learn something.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Whether you’re in a relationship or not, why not spread a little love? Tell someone you love that you couldn’t live without them (I told my Mom), eat some chocolate with a girlfriend, and drink that sparkling grape juice like a boss!