Ah, I bet some eyes perked up there... no, I have not sold out to everything I believe in. Tonight on the way to the movie theater, Shanna and I had a discussion about online dating. Really, the whole conversation started with an elderly couple that I met at Starbucks, who just happened to be married for 41 years today. As, I was telling my dear sister the story, I began to think, if I got married at 25 I would be 65 when I celebrated my 40th year. However, I turn 25 in May, and I am NOWHERE near being married... thank heaven-So not ready for that yet. This makes my 40th anniversary year sky rocket- these are the things I think about... not the man and what-not, just how old I will be, quite the romantic, huh?
This brought up the dreaded topic of online dating. My oh-so modern sister believes that this is the way I will probably meet the "man of my dreams" (just gagged a little at that cliche). "You should sign up for Eharmony" she says. Umm desperate much? Yeah, being single has it's drawbacks, and I'm not gonna lie, dinner and a movie would be a nice switch time and again, but I am not about to pay a 30-60 dollar fee...I could take myself to dinner and a movie on that budget! Plus, I am only 24 and not to that point yet.
I kept insisting to her that I want a "story." I do not want my "meet cute" (coined from the movie The Holiday) to be the three words I despise the most... "WE MET ONLINE." Ugh! I know it works for people, and congrats to them! I just don't think there is anything wrong for wanting my own story that doesn't involve a... profile. The way I see it, I buy clothes, books, and movies online. I pay my bills online. Do you get where this is going.... it may be convenient, but it's not me.

I am really not a fan of abstract art... I mean, anyone can paint a red splash on a white canvas and say it symbolizes war, violence, or "blah blah." However, there is a new technique I am dying to try that is well, slightly abstract. It combines scrap paper, paint, and liquid pencil. I'm thinking about giving it a go this weekend! We'll see!

A new post! WOW, it's been for-ev-er since my last post. I was SO excited for Christmas that I decided to post something every day up until the 25th, starting on the first. Well, as it turns out, I didn't post until the 2nd and I stopped on the 7th... way to go me! Ah well, what can you do about it.
A new year also calls for a new job! Well, actually I started working on the 8th of December... I guess that's why I stopped "Christmas blogging." I began my job as guess what... a receptionist, sigh. However, the company offers a lot of job growth, so let's all cross our fingers. Not that answering the phones is horrible, but I pray that it's not all that I'll amount to! I caught myself thinking, "why, oh why, did I get a college degree (to which I am HEAVILY paying for), when all I do is answer phones, scan documents, and distribute faxes- and sometimes completely obscure ones at that?" I just keep reminding myself that we all have to start somewhere. What I really want to do is stand on my granite desk and hold my staple remover to the heavens and say (in my best Scarlett O'Hara voice, "As God is my witness, as God is my witness they're not going to lick me. I'm going to live through this and when it's all over, I'll never pull staples again. No, nor any of my folk. If I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill. As God is my witness, I'll never pull staples again." However, I remain silent, and I do mean silent since I sit alone and the only one that would hear me is... me. Plus, I would like to keep my steady job.
By the by, I am also working at Starbucks on the weekends! Oh, boy working 7 days a week! Yeah, I haven't toned down the sarcasm any! I gave myself the same Scarlett speech three years ago after graduation except I said "I'll never make a Frappuccino again..." This is me eating my words, make that double- Seattle people don't normally get blended drinks in the winter... Phoenix it NEVER stops! I love being a barista, it's just the high maintenance people I can't stand. People who stand over your shoulder and watch to see if you mess up. People who say "that's not how 'so 'n so' made my drink." I make drinks "the Starbucks way," by recipe, I can't help it if "so 'n so" makes it wrong! Moreover, who orders a stirred Caramel Macchiato (pronounced ma-key-ahh-toe, not ma-chi-eh-too)? It's not supposed to be stirred, FYI you are ruining the art of that drink!
I don't laugh as much as I used to. I roll my eyes more and release large sighs. I am sick of "character building." I am pretty sure people just tell you that you are 'building your character,' when they are really thinking... "that sucks!" By the by, anyone who knows me, knows my character is off the charts. I don't need anymore building... can I hear an amen! If my character was a building it would be comparable to the Mall of America- because it's large and fun!
To conclude, I haven't posted a lot lately, I remove staples at my new job, I repeatedly blend on the weekends, I feel I no longer need 'character building' experiences, for I have had enough. A new year calls for... peace and laughter.