Do What You Love

Not very long ago, I came to the forehead-smackingly obvious realization that in order to have a happy life I need to continually surround myself with stuff that I love. Duh. Why I have to remind myself of this fact now and again is because I don't always do just that. Seems kinda strange, no? But, yeah. For instance, I love music but I am not one of those people that obsessively researches every new and old band. But a good tune can inspire in me an almost ecstatic reverie. Yet there have been times that I have gone for weeks, maybe even longer, without listening to ANY music. A good book will induce throes of joy, yet this winter I had every excuse not to visit the library for months. I love spending time with friends but I did something silly and moved away from them. Then when I made more friends, I was reluctant to seek their company very often for fear of interfering with their lives. The one thing I can't have near me is my family; this makes me sad, but then, I do talk to my parents weekly and visit every now and again.

Yet every once in a while, I'm reminded of all this by a book or a song or a fun night with friends, or all of the above, and I begin to seek out those things I love, and actively employ them. There are a few things I am lucky enough to have near me regardless of how lazy or absent-minded I am - the boyfriend and kitty come to mind - but most everything else requires my effort. As it should.

April Updates, Because That's All I Can Do

I am starving but I can't leave my desk yet, so damnit, now is the time to post. Currently I'm working on an audience project that requires me to interview people. Although I've had a few interviews so far, two have dropped out, and I'm worried I won't be able to gather much more. Furthermore, I'm somewhat shy about strangers so I'm reluctant to try to round up new people. Yet if I had to write a paper featuring only two interviewees, I suppose I could work with that. This is what I love about this class: it's flexible.

My very good friend John just moved to the city last week, on my birthday. I am proud of him for taking that step, especially considering he had such a solid and comfortable life back in Michigan. He took a massive leap of faith and so far it seems to be working out well for him. He was here a mere 2-3 days when he landed free lodging and minimal employment at a hostel in Manhattan (it's a work-exchange program, so he works for room and board). He's met people both through me, through his hostel, and through various church communities. He's doing damn well so far, especially for a place like NYC where it is so difficult to initially break in. He has good plans and good prospects, so I hope to see him here for a while.

Last on my list of updates: I am (hopefully) going to be taking a kickass roadtrip late July/early August. I mean, this will seriously kick ass. I haven't traveled like that in years, and I'm itching for it. Especially now that spring is here and I'm all energized by the seratonin overdose in my brain. Yay for sun! Birds! Warm air!

Happy Birthday to Me

Happy Birthday to Me
Happy Birthday to Me
Happy Biiiiiirthday to Meeee-eeee
Happy Birthday to Me

I am 28 today.

Peekaboo

I thought I'd peek out from underneath my mountain of school work/homework to say hello to blogland today. Okay, so I'm exaggerating. I thought I had a mountain of homework, but it turns out it's due a week later than I suspected and now I feel somewhat relieved. AHEAD, even. That does not negate the fact that I am behind on BIG WORK PROJECT. Remember when I said I wanted to build a website? Well, it's almost built, and it's a professional one at that. Great place to start, huh? Good thing I cut my teeth on the bf's and learned some Dreamweaver early last year or I would have had to hand this project over to someone else. I hate handing potential learning experiences and professional opportunities over to someone else. It may not be the fanciest, coolest site on the web, but that's because I still need to re-learn flash. That's next on my list, by the way.

In other news, did you know that insomnia can make you feel like you are on drugs? I learned that valuable lesson last week. I'm practically a basketcase on 4 hours of sleep, so 4 hours of sleep for 2 nights and then 2 hours for the third... that was interesting, to say the least. I complained a lot, as I am known to do, but I was still fascinated with how my body and mind reacted to the sleep deprivation. In my late teens/early 20's I could do that once a week, no problem, but not now. Yet the fact that I can't handle it anymore is what makes it so interesting to experience.

There was no reason for my lack of sleep, either, other having had coffee too late coupled with a nap the day before. It must have thrown me off.