Another shot at it?

I recently started following a friends blog, Jaxson Ivy and decided I should maybe start back blogging. I started my senior year of college for a class assignment. I read back through them and was kinda shocked at what I wrote. So here it goes....
It's Friday, my usual day off. However this week has been different. I have had mono and about to go crazy inside. It's absolutely beautiful out. Temperature is 69 and cloudy. Makes me so excited for the fall. My back is aching so bad. You know when you are sick and all you do is lay around and then you get horrible achy pains? Yeah thats how I feel. I am a very active twenty something year old and being inside for three days is about to make me go insane. The highlight of my days are taking Timber (my furry little dog) out for bathroom breaks.
Lately, I have had a lot on my mind. From my social interactions to my career. I don't know what to do. Ever feel lost in every part of your life? I do. A lot. ha. ha. I have a bachelors degree and feel like I should be doing something with it. I mean all that money for school and not use it? Seems like a waste. I just wish I knew what I wanted to do with my life. Part of me wants to go to culinary school. But then that's just more debt. However, if I am going to invest in something, why not invest in myself?
Too much thinking for me already this morning....off to watch Beauty and the Beast. All time favorite.

LC

One Sweet World, Dave Matthews Band

I love live music. There is something about being caught up in the moment at a concert or even just your best friend playing the guitar every night.
Is it one sweet world? Really? Who really knows?
A thousand thoughts are racing through my head.
Dave's voice is so peaceful. I love listening to him while I study. It makes me focus on the things I need to do.
This weekend I am going to be seeing Dave live in Dallas. It kind of sucks because I have a final at 7:30 in the morning and then I have to make the 5 1/2 hour drive to Dallas. Then the next morning I have to wake up and come back Sunday. It is going to be a terribly fast trip. But hey - I get to enjoy some great live music.
I find myself trying to write to the beat of the music but it doesn't work. I constantly have to pause and think, damn this isn't right. Who cares.
The Lakers and Jazz are playing and for some reason, I looked up and saw PDiddy on the screen. What a way to ruin my concentration. And now Jack Nicholson. There is something about him. Creepy maybe? Ever since that movie with him and Diane Keaton (Something's gotta give) he has creeped me out. Him and all of his young girlfriends are quite disturbing. What a horrible subject to start ranting about....
Damn now the song is ending and I have lost total concentration. Why are there so many distractions? Sometimes I try to trace back things that I started thinking about and can never remember where they come from. Minds move too quickly. Half time - Lakers are up by 13 and are going to win the series.

6 Word Memoir

1. It's time to go, say goodbye.
2. Please, shut the door behind you.
3. That was then, this is now.
4. Fast cars and freedom, nobody's watching.
5. Tequila, Tequila, Tequila, please no more.

Essay 4

I am going to do the quest narrative. I have an idea of what I am going to write about and think this is the best format for me. I like to make things very organized and chronological so the quest narrative fits me. Also I am very analytical of myself and think this would be the most effective writing format.

September 11

High School was still new to me. I was a freshman and had no idea what to do every morning. Who was I going to talk to when my parents dropped me off? Where was I going to stand? Where was I going to fit in? Questions that every freshmen get as they are starting high school. On September 11 I decided to go straight to class to ask my teacher a few questions - biology was never my thing. I walked in and he is staring at the TV. Class didn't start till 9:30, so no one was in there. Tears started dripping down his face. I looked at the TV and it was utter chaos. I wasn't familiar with the World Trade Center buildings in NYC and he began to explain everything to me. Students began rolling in and others were being picked up from school already.
The rest of the day was quiet. The TV's stayed on all week. Rumors surfaced. The biggest one of them all was the next terrorist attack was going to be in Texas - on President Bush's land. It is kind of obscure to think of this now, but it was feared in young Americans in Texas. Of course, none of us knew what was ultimately going on. There was no information yet and as far as we could see, anything this insane could happen.
At the end of the day, I realized it didn't matter who I was going to talk to or where I was goign to stand. There were bigger problems in the world to fear - Not my social interaction at 15.

Spring Break

I am counting down the days to graduation....45 left......so I spent my spring break applying for jobs. It is a long process. The most annoying thing is filling out the apps with the same information. At one point I had to stop and take a break from the applications because my hand was getting a cramp. That is just sad and far ridiculous. Also as journalism major I have lots of video and decided to create a website where I uploaded my video. I found it much more convenient and a whole lot cheaper than sending out resume tapes.
If I wasn't applying for jobs, I was reading. And fortunately I was doing it for leisure and not for school. I started reading Barbara Walter's memoir "Audition". I look up to her in so many ways. She has a lot of stories to tell. I began to think how I hope one day I am lucky enough to write a memoir about my life. Hopefully one day I will have an interesting story to tell. ha

A scene from Sixteen Candles

Pink must be her favorite color. Her rod iron twin bed is un-tucked with pink sheets and two pillowcases stacked on top of each other from her nights rest. The walls are almost the exact same shade of pink as her undergarments as she stands observing her new sixteen-year-old body. Her rosy cheeks, cherry lips and short red hair make the room turn into a horrible nightmare for any boy who walks in. The room is full of panty hose thrown across the bedpost, bras and panties in every direction, and shoes scattered across the floor. Her thin, bony body stands there looking hopeless in the mirror. “Chronologically you are sixteen today, physically you are still fifteen,” she says to herself, shaking her head from left to right. A sigh comes out and she tries to force herself that this fifteen-year-old body magically, overnight became a sixteen-year-old body. “Hopeless,” she shakes her head again and gives up. She picks up the phone and says “Nope. I look exactly the same as I have since summer.” She walks backwards to her bed and sits on top of her pillows with the white phone cord barely reaching her bed. Her shoulders sink to her chest and says “Utterly forgettable.” She pauses waiting to hear her friend’s response on the phone. “No, I didn’t expect to wake up transformed. I just thought turning sixteen would be so major that I would wake up with an improved mental state that shows in my face. All that it shows is that I don’t have a tan left.” She sighs and looks around to the disaster that she has created in her room. It doesn’t even faze her. She then says to her friend, “I better get downstairs. My family is probably pissed off that I haven’t let them wish me Happy Birthday yet.” She gets up and ends the conversation, “Alright see you at school.” The phone slams down and she takes one more look into the mirror. “You need four inches of bod and a great birthday,” she says to herself. A big smile crosses her face.