A night full of puns from “Flicker-looking-good” to “Sit here so I can put my feet up on you and you can be my…” “Ottoman?” “Well, otto-woman.” I know, I know you had to be there. Forget it, it’s too late to try and be coherent…

Ever just sit down and talk for an hour with someone you’ve never spoken to before. I did it this morning. It’s so funny because I never cease to be amazed by how different people are from my preconceived notions, but also how many things we have in common.

Things were really getting to me last night, but I just had to stop for a minute to gain some perspective. And right when I finished complaining about all of the time I don’t have, I volunteered to take on a few more tasks. I’m insane, I tell you.

Another wedding this weekend, but thankfully I’m not in it. It will be like a mini high school reunion. The “player” is getting married. The guy that used to sit behind me and read my notes, take my yearbook home for a week and end up writing “Have a bitchen summer.” He’s actually saying his “I do”s. Interesting how the years are molding us. As I get farther away from my adolescence, I understand more of what it was about.

I entered the apartment at dusk, the darkness is growing around me. For some reason, I don’t want to disturb this peace with light. Any modern convention except the soft glow of my computer screen seems barbaric. The children in the complex have quieted and the only thing audible is the steady wooshing sounds of freeway traffic. A light breeze streams through the house and I am finding myself very relaxed. A moment to be savored. Close your eyes, push your hectic life away from you for an instant and feel this.

Owowowowowow–OW. Ortho this morning…ick, I hate that place. My poor mouth has been throbbing for the last 4.5 hours, even after 4 advil. I’m going to go lay down. 🙁

Well, it’s official. I’m a Yuppie. I just got hired fulltime at a real job. A post-college job. In my field. I still don’t think it has hit me yet, but I’m actually at the next level. I am now a professional. I’m not a student anymore. My feet have hardly touched the ground since yesterday afternoon.

People are great, but even the best can let you down. I suppose it’s my own fault for thinking unrealistically optomistic thoughts about all people. I just want to believe the best. I hope that no matter how many times I endure this type of awakening I will learn a little more about myself and who I want to be. I screw up a lot. Everybody does.

“When I do good, I feel good. When I do bad, I feel bad. And that’s my religion.”
-Abe Lincoln

Yes, I stole it from John 🙂 But it works, especially for me right now. Simple is best.

Off to be a bridesmaid, this is round 5 for me. I am thinking of putting my skills as a member of the wedding party on the market:

“Professional bridesmaid–Excells in walking slow, smiling, and holding flowers. Comes equipped with deep purple, hunter green, and navy blue dresses. The perfect match for any groomsman, height is no issue.”

Hmmm, now what would I charge for this?