... block.

I never thought I would grow up to become a writer. I've always been told that I write well, but I could've never fathomed pursuing a career in it. 

Today, at work, I am supposed to be writing the copy for a website. The website is about a local historical home and farm. The goal of the copy is to sell the property as a venue for, primarily, corporate functions and weddings. 

This may seem a mundane task to some, but, for me, it's the reason I get up in the morning and drive the 45 miles to Dallas. I want to be a copywriter, I want to turn the mundane into magic. 

Epic greatness awaits. 

piggy

I drive a Jeep Wrangler. It gets 11 mi/gallon on the highway. I commute 90 miles roundtrip every day. So, this month I have spent $300.00 on gas. Lord. 

I and Love and You. God bless Scott and Seth.

COMING SOON

My professional portfolio blog is in the works. 

I love Steven Harrington. Have for years. 

My favorite piece:

 

as promised

spoiled silly... sorry

I am listening to M. Ward right now. I can't say I'm a devout follower or anything like that. But, I really do enjoy Transistor Radio. My old room mate gave it to me two Christmases ago (with a little bit of hinting on my part).

I had an epiphany on drive home from work yesterday, and I realized that I am so very blessed to be able to bitch about the triviality of my life. Goss, there are starving children with flies all over their faces somewhere and I'm complaining that the line in Subway's too long.

So, I got home and I made it a point to quit feeling sorry for myself. Really, I have no reason to feel that way anyways. God, I am so fantastically blessed.

No more bitching. No more moaning. This blog is going to be all smiles and kittens from now own. Well at least for today.

Tuesdays aren't much better.

Today sucks. I would elaborate, but I can't even muster the energy for a typographic rant.


Blah. Tension. Blah. Monday. Blah. Stomach ache. Blah. Blah. Blah.

I want to write a book composed of just dumb facebook statuses. Genius. 

In regards to my last post

The glee I was feeling on Friday afternoon as yet to subside. 

Real life is just so supremely unpredictable. I can say confidently, that my current situation is not one that I could have ever anticipated in anyway. 

My hearts in my throat, and there's a burning in my stomach. It's exciting and new, but, yet, it still brings with it the comforting sensation of possible longevity. 

As self-centered and divalicious  as it may sound, sometimes it just feels so damn fine to be adored. 

I'm happy. 

3rd Times the Charm

In the last 2 weeks my life has been full of exciting encounters. Let's hope things keep up like this. 

I had one such encounter just minutes ago. It made my day. I'm giddy like a school girl :D

24 hour party people

The spirit of this blog has begun to shift slightly.

Sorry if it's not as fun.

I'm not sure it was ever that fun.

I've just started to get kind of whiney.

Blah.

Don't party on the weekdays!
It kills your soul!

dragons and gridlock

This morning it took 2 hours for me to get to work. Ugh. There's something about rain that apparently makes people completely forget how to drive. People are going 25 in a 60. And, for every car you find abandoned in the margin, you can tack an additional 20 minutes on to your travel time.

For a some reason unbeknownst to me, I feel quite agitated right now. No one should ever feel this annoyed while listening to Peter, Paul and Mary side not: Girl in the War by Josh Ritter is either about Peter and Paul from the Bible, or it's about Peter and Paul of Peter, Paul and Mary ... Listen, opinionate, comment?

two eyes

I think I am officially a blogger.



Anyways, today, for the first time, I experieced the true euphoria of using two monitors simultaneously. Oh my goss, I never want to go back.

I'm on facebook and iTunes on one monitor, and Photoshop, InDesign, and my blog on the other.


So good.

I love the harmonica. 

out damn spot!

In my office, there is this numbing and constant hum of white noise. It puts me into a trance, which  is hard to escape, ever since I slipped into an unfortunate pattern of sleep deprivation. 

Today,  I would just like to share that I have finally grown out of my acne. 20 years old and my skin looks like it did, well, 20 years ago. Amazing! Fantastic! Splendiferous! 

Nothing's Finer Than an Ice Cold Shiner!

Things I'm into right now:

90's night - dirty, hipsters, Dentron style

Andrew Bird - The Mysterious Production of Eggs

free musics

summer fun 

my natural hair color

getting skinny

boys! boys! boys!

seeing the Avett Brothers Sept. 27th

finally bringing my laptop to work 

My best friend, Michael 

 

I voted.

For the last 3 days I have been struggling, trying to keep myself from blogging about religion and politics. 

Ah I'm surrounded!

I can't escape the topic!

Nevertheless I will continue to stave off the little bastard!

Maybe, in like 15 years, someone will stumble upon this little blog and find it to be an ingenious  political allegory of biblical proportions. 

everything you own in a box to the left

I enjoy being around people that have strong opinions. Or, let's face it, just have an opinion period. More often than not, the people I tend to gravitate towards have opinions and beliefs that are totally opposing of mine, and that's fine. Life's too short to partake solely in Wonder Bread. 

gato

Today I finally got someone to go to the lake with me. Michael and I blissfully played with a bunch of Mexican children for two hours. Lovely.

a note on proper grammar, or, in my case, a lack there of

This blog was not started because I wanted to showcase my excellent grammar skills. To be honest I couldn't care less about proper sentence structure. Great writers don't get caught up on a comma. I write how I think. Proper grammar, for the most part, is like the speed limit. It's a suggestion as to what you should be doing, and as long as you stay around it, you're not going to get in too much trouble. So heed this, I do not proof read these posts. I mean, sometimes later on, when I see a grossly obvious mistake I'll go back and edit it. But, for the most part, this process is fairly organic.

I don't want to write a novel. I want to write a sentence. A sentence that in one second can make you fall in love. I will never give up on thinking that there are only a few professions as noble as advertising.

I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void.

Last night, for the first time since I was like 9, I went to bed at 11. The only bad part about waking up at 8:30 perfectly refreshed on a Sunday moring is that I am in college, and no one n college wakes up before noon.



As I mentiond in my previous post, I am dealing with a lot of nerves right now. I sitting at this point that I've got all this nervous energy and I'm waiting for it to either crash into disappointment or sky-rocket into excitement. Alas, as per the norm, only time will tell.



So, get used to me blogging a whole lot in the near future. It distracts me because I get to talk about how nervous I am to someone that will never get tired of listening.



This experience I'm going through is much like the one I was going through while looking for an internship. I feel like I have it in the bag, but I can't escape that sinking feeling that I could totally be out in left field by thinking that way.


I am also so full of nerves I've dropped the pesky habit of eating almost entirely.

Butterfly Kisses

Masterfade by Andrew Bird is fantastic.



Please spend 99 cents and get it legits style off of iTunes.

I've got a hunger twisting my stomach into knots

I want something really bad right now. It's on my mind far too much. So, cross your fingers, say a prayer, wish upon a star.. please. Thanks.

we came for salvation.. wait.. that's somebody else

I saw Langhorne Slim last night. I've blogged about him before. No one reads this though, so I don't know why I bothered to say that.

Back to Langhorne, I got into him a couple years ago shortly after I began my love affair with the Avett Brothers. He's awesome, bluesy (?), folky, blue-grassy. God. Fantastic. I actually got to meet him. Which in hindsight should have been in the opening line of this post. Yeah, I got a poster signed too. Whoo Hooo! Hot Damn!


Here are some sick free songs courtesy of DayTrotter:
http://www.daytrotter.com/dt/langhorne-slim-concert/20030290-110269.html

this is just an article about him, that I am about to read, but haven't yet, so I can't vouch for it but what evs:
http://www.daytrotter.com/dt/langhorne-slim-concert/20030034-110269.html

the stale taste of recycled air

Today, at my super high-speed ad internship, I have been getting paid $6.55 an hour to:
take a nap
read a book
listen to my iPod
walk around aimlessly
blog

I should be happy. But, right now, I'd rather be doing almost anything else. I'd rather plow a corn field than sit here sleep deprived and bored to tears.

PS:: Although, this statement is far from original, I'm going to go ahead and say that excessive access to technology has robbed us of a little humanity. Ugh... pardon me...