My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

Time flies when life isn't shitty, huh? Ok, that was a rather crass way to open up a post, especially since I haven't posted anything in months. Honestly, though, I've been so busy just enjoying life that I haven't had time to just sit and ruminate on all that's going on in the world and my life. And you know what? It. Feels. Fantastic. Despite the total lack of posts, 2011 has been an amazing year for me. I mentioned it all in the brief ten-year anniversary post: new job, new car, new boyfriend, new outlook on everything. I gained about five pounds, which has forced me to buy new pants. But all in all, good times. I like to think that I will look back at 2011 as the year I got my swagger back. After two back-to-back years of feeling completely hopeless about where life was taking me, everything's falling back into place again. Yeah, I'm still living at home, but I think I'm going to be able to make a move in 2012. Hopefully. I was in the car

Ten years. Of growing up gracefully, but with the scars to prove that it has not been easy. Of laughter and adventure. Of tears and frustration. Accomplishments that now seem mundane; victories that are laughably small, defeats that were mere speed bumps. An incredible life lived and captured here in changing style and prose for ten years. So earlier this year I had made all sorts of plans for commemorating ten years of this blog. I promised rants and stories and revisits of posts. However, life got in the way, as usual, and I really didn't follow through with those plans. Whatever. It's my blog. But I had to write today, just for a minute. I won't post tomorrow. I don't think I'm going to do an "obligatory 9/11 post" any more. It's been ten years. We all need to move on. What a crazy summer it's been. Sorority stuff. Rock the Bells 2011. Met a new boy. An earthquake. Hurricane Irene (with Maria potentially on the way). New job

Those of you who have been following the blog for a decent amount of time know that I am a huge fan of Grey's Anatomy. Huge. Fan. I can honestly say that I've seen every single episode, and I stuck with the show through its several rough patches, despite my several rants and raves throughout the years. Season 7 just wrapped up a few weeks ago, as did all of my regular season shows, and I was left adrift in the wasteland known as Summer Programming. Usually I catch up on my reading and my never-shrinking Netflix queue. One night last week, I was browsing the Instant choices on Netflix... ...and I hit paydirt. Complete TV series. Tons of them. 80's, 90's, and current shows, all there at a mouse click. And of all of the shows I could have picked to enjoy...I went with GA. Because I'm a dork. Things I Have Relearned/Remembered from Revisiting Grey's Anatomy, Seasons 1-2.13: [insert requisite spoiler alert here, just in case] -Ok, so we know why Meredith

...I started a blog. My first blog post was on September 10, 2001. It was a silly little post - just a quick introspective on what it felt like to be growing up and becoming independent (sort of), and some weird little poem about an ant. (Oh, just go read the silly post. I'll wait.) Of course, we all know what happened the next day. I've mentioned before how what was supposed to be (and eventually became) a digital repository for all of my ranting and rambling ended up being a time capsule of how we felt and how the world changed on and after 9/11. I never wanted the war(s) that followed. I, like everyone else, just wanted justice. From September 13, 2001: W. is saddling up on his star spangled high horse and is ready to blow the middle east to kingdom come. and as much as i want to see justice for this nation and this horrible tragedy, i'm not ready for a war. enough innocent people have died...do really need more? i mean, all of these crazy little countries have e

Rain. Real rain, as the temperature remains above freezing right now. Not freezing rain, or sleet, or slain, or wintry mix, or that god-awful demon snow. Just rain, washing away the frozen detritus of the past two months. Ahh... Last week, the temperature got up to 65 degrees and it was sunny and beautiful out. At least, that's what everyone's Facebook statuses told me. I, on the other hand, was asleep for the entire day as a result of getting hit with the latest 24 hour stomach virus that's been making the rounds. On Monday, we had snow. But it's been melting away, and the rain is helping, and that's awesome. Otherwise, I guess things have been kind of boring. The job hunt continues, with better feedback this time around than in previous searches. No offers yet, but at least I'm getting calls and interviews. Still hanging out with my friends on the weekends and having fun. (Even when storming out of a club in Atlantic City while throwing up both middle fi

...you cruel, cruel month. Thank goodness you're the shortest one of the year. Weather-wise, things have only somewhat improved. We have been getting at least one major storm per week. Last week was my official breaking point - my car was completely encased in a coating of ice about a quarter-inch thick. The following fake news story is what I created on my Facebook page while I was at work that day: Somerset Co. Woman Snaps; Torches Yard With Flamethrower After melting the majority of the snow and ice in her front yard, the woman disappeared. Authorities believe she has fled the state for warmer weather, possibly Florida. Reports have come in from beachfront bars in South Florida about a half crazed woman demanding bucket sized margaritas. She is wearing one snow boot, one flip-flop, and is wielding an ice scraper. She does not appear to be dangerous, but is muttering about "making the white stuff go away." Authorities have not been able to determine if she is the

For realz, y'all, this winter shit is wiggedy-wiggedy-wack. (Yes, that sentence was just composed by a college graduate.) We had The (Other) Blizzard of 2010 the day after Christmas - 18 inches. Then we had a storm last week that added another 6 or so inches. Today we got another 6 to 9 inches. We aren't even halfway through January, and I'm already so sick of snow that I was looking for jobs back in Ft. Lauderdale. (Totally not kidding. South Florida and Atlanta.) I've been dreaming about a shore house down in Wildwood for a week this summer. Or a cruise to the Bahamas. Anything but scraping off my car and risking my life whenever there's a snowstorm because my company does not believe in snow days. They do, however, believe in public shaming tactics and psychological warfare that make one feel guilty for even arriving 45 minutes late for work because her street wasn't plowed yet. If you didn't catch on in that last sentence there, I'm job hunting