Truth

I just need to get this out.

I don't know what I am going to do with the rest of my life. No idea. Really.

I've enjoyed my internship, for the most part, but communication/public relations is something I fell into.

And there are aspects of it that I am not so sure about. Like sitting in front of a computer all day everyday.

I also feel like I haven't tried a lot of things out.

Come the end of May I need a job. I don't even know where to start. Geographically, professionally, and/or personally.

For now I am putting it off. I mean, I have until the end of May. Maybe in a month I will start looking more seriously. Maybe not.

This Virtual World

The world of blogging confounds me. Not the idea of blogging, but the community (or communities) that have developed from it.

Everytime I sign into blogger I am informed about what blogs have been updated in this minute. And I only see a handful of the hundreds of thousands of millions that exist.

That's craziness.

A few times I have attempted to find paid blogging positions, thinking perhaps the sometimes hobby could make me a little money.

I quickly find myself overwhelmed by the options and my lack of knowledge of any one area.

Fashion, no. Technology, no. How to, not unless it's something so simple you probably already know how to do it.

So I remain a hobbyist, which I've decided is okay with me. Because, as I recently have discovered, the idea of making my living in front of computer screen is not all that appealing.

So enjoy my half-hearted, somewhat anonymous attempts at creativity, because that's what I'm all about.

Blah, blah, blah.

I have sat down quite a few times over the past few days to write another blog. Recently I have been a poor blogger.

But nothing would come.

My mind is a blank slate, literally. Ok, not really. There just weren't any coherent thoughts to share. Truly.

And I can't say that has changed, but I have decided to push through.

So, tonight, I share with you a joke. I enjoyed it, and maybe you will too.

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A burglar broke into a house, was gathering together valuables and stuffing them into a bag.

Out of the darkness he here's a voice say "Jesus is watching you."

The burglar pauses and looks around worried. Seeing nothing he continues putting things into his bag.

Again the voice says, "Jesus is watching you."

The burglar grabs his flashlights and directs it in the direction of the voice. All he can see is a bird cage.

He walks over to the cage and discovers a parrot. He asks, "Did you say Jesus is watching me?"

The parrot replies "yes."

"And who are you," the burglar asks.

"I'm Moses," the parrot responds.

"What kind of idiot names a parrot Moses?" asks the burglar.

The parrot says, "the same one who names his rottweiler Jesus."

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Enjoy.

Surprise!

Let me start off by apologizing for not writing in the past couple days. I have no good excuse except that I was tired and didn't really have the time.

Secondly, that exclamation point is for somebody to let them know I am paying attention, and to maybe get on their nerves just a little bit. :)

The real story for today, however, is about an awesome, amazing, wonderful surprise I received.

A letter arrived at my parent's house today from my institution of higher learning. (Yes, I am still in school even as I work 40 hour weeks)

The letter informed me (through my mother who read it) I had been awarded a scholarship for the Spring semester. Now, instead of having $2,500 in loans, I only have $415.

How exciting is that!!! So I am little less poor than I started out the day.

Updatedness

I made it back...after traveling on the plane surrounded by a family of six and a guy with dreads past his waist.

I also managed to avoid to toll road. Never again will I pay $5.75 to drive 30-ish miles. That's just silly.

I also fit in a visit to the gym and dinner back at the best place on earth, meaning the dorms.

Now it's back to the grind. Joy.

A Buffet

Airports are small little worlds filled with many wondrous stories and tales, full of adventure, trials, and who knows what.

You don't believe me. Perhaps you weren't paying attention last time you entered the airport.

Today I am at the Kansas City Airport flying to Denver. KCI, as they call it here, is interesting. There are seperate security check points for each clump of gates.

This seemed like a brilliant idea when I the third in line to get through security, less exciting when they scanned my backpack ten times just to make sure it was safe, and even less thrilling when I realized that I really needed to pee.

Luckily, after contemplating the merits and having to undergo airport security again, I realized there was a bathroom in my gate clump. Apparently they took myself and small children with small bladders into account while designing the facility.

Seriously though, airport security is no joke. It is a very serious act that needs to be taken seriously. I am serious. So was the woman that checked my torso for any dangerous objects.

The things people take with them through security is quite ridiculous as well.

I saw a man with two dirty pairs of boots. That's right. Two pairs, and he was even wearing shoes.

Another man had a fishing reel, that he didn't even realize was there. And a large stack of papers. I don't know...in case he needed to start a fire or do his taxes???

The good news for me. I have cash now. Hopefully enough to cover my parking and the toll road. If not, I'll charge it to my account with the state transit authorities. Just add it to my bill.

In case you couldn't tell, traveling is a pretty exciting experience for me.

I should probably sign off.

The plane is supposed to take off in 15 mintes, kinda like we were supposed to board ten minutes ago. Like that's going to happen. There are still small children running all over the place.

Many, many dollars.

You know what's dangerous?!

Shopping with friends/family. Meaning with friends, friends that are family or family that is friends.

That's what happened today.

And my bank account is hating me for it.

Four-ish hours and many shopping bags later, we called ourselves successful and exhausted.

That pay check that went into my account yesterday no longer exists. At least not in my life.

But I got some good stuff and not one pair of shoes. For those of you that know me, a whole day of shopping and no shoes is pretty impressive.

I have some hot new jeans, a couple new shirts, and we visited VS for some support, if you know what I mean.

That's about as exciting as my day got. Sorry if you were expecting something more sparkly and thrilling. It's not gonna happen.

Journey to the Land of Oz

Today I traveled. Luckily I made it, but the journey was not without excitement.

First of all, I had to wake up and do my laundry and pack this morning. So even though I didn't need to leave until 10:30 I was up by 7:30.

Second, I had to travel on a toll road. And I was without cash. I now I have three ISF (Insufficient fund) receipts that need to be mailed by Monday.

At the airport, after contemplating coffee and/or sustenance (it didn't happen) I trekked through security, rode the shuttle complete with music and an excited narrator before and after every stop, and waited with hundreds of my closest friends for them to call my row to board.

I survived the flight. We landed, deboarded, and wrestled my luggage off the conveyor belt.

But the trip to the final destination was slowed down by a bank robbery, road blocks, and a high speed chase.

Now I have finally eaten dinner and am prepared to enjoy the evening.

Food

I just need to take a moment and talk about this day of Valentines. Yesterday I talked about blah, but today is going to be positive. I think.

I'll get to the title in a minute, in case you were wondering.

First of all I woke up this morning to Valentines, a rose, and a heart on my door. Pretty sweet if you ask me.

Some of the other interns decided to give everyone something. Two girls put goodie bags outside everyone's doors, and the men (or guys as they called themselves) left the flowers and the decorations. It was really nice.

There were other small things throughout the day. It was never anything large, but it just lifted me up a little. So, thanks to those that contributed.

Now...on to the food.

The meals here, as I have mentioned, are pretty tasty. But tonight topped them all.

Lobster bisque, crab legs, filet mignon, and the grand daddy, a chocolate fountain complete with an assortment of berries, marshmallows, rice krispie treats, and nuts.

I have never been so happy. It was awesome!

So the day was great, except for the second evening in a row people seem unable to move their laundry from the washer to the dryer.

I officially am out of all socks except for fleece ones, sports bras, sweat pants, and almost out of t-shirts and shorts.

Awesome.

I better be able to do laundry in the morning.

Da Funk

You know those days when you just feel blah.

That's me right now. And thing is...I have no good reason for it.

Tomorrow is my last day of work until next Tuesday. I get to spend 3 1/2 days with my cousins this weekend. Work is going well.

Yet still I feel blah.

I could blame it on tomorrow. If you don't remember what tomorrow is, I'm not telling.

How mature am I.

But the thing about blaming tomorrow, it's not like my first time not having a special someone. In fact, it will be my 22nd. Which really means I should be a professional.

I don't really think that's the reason though. It's just an easy cop out.

I think the fact that I have work 9 straight 8 hour days doesn't help. I think I am tired. But really, those aren't good reasons. So who knows.

Now that I have you feeling all happy go lucky...

Have a good night!

Neverending work week.

I know I wrote a brief update about three days ago. And I apologize that it's been a while.

In my defense, I worked almost 60 hours from last Monday to yesterday. With that whole tournament of spandex this weekend things were crazy.

Now I am laying in bed with the lights out, about to fall asleep, but wanting desperately to update you all (however many people that might be) about my not so exciting life.

I wouldn't be so tired if I had gone to bed a normal time Saturday and gotten up at decent time today. But instead I chose fun (Saturday) and exercise (today) over sleep. Maybe not the best idea, but those decisions have past.

I have to say that I felt like a stalker this weekend.

I was interviewing different spandex-clothed people throughout the event, and I would have to chase them down across the gym. Sometimes evening calling their name as if we were friends, when in fact I am only 'the intern' that they have never seen before.

I must have looked pretty cool.

The exciting part, I got to be one of the chosen few. I was allowed through the gates, I could wander, basically I ruled.

Okay...so I was still just the intern, but a girl can pretend, right?!

There's is more I could impart from the weekend, including my dancing abilities, but instead I am choosing sleep.

Perhaps tomorrow, after or before I play 80 minutes of basketball I will find the energy to impart more lame anecdotes.

Probably not though.

Lots and lots of spandex

The organization of men in spandex is having its first major tournament this weekend. Over 300 athletes are participating from all over the world.

Needless to say, I am working all weekend. But I get to see some of the action that I have been writing about for all these weeks.

So I am sitting here, writing in my blog, after having been banished to a table by myself. To keep the wrong people from sitting here.

I am a tough, scary person. Good thing they chose me.

The semifinals are about to start, after which I will run around getting quotes, creating bios, and generally trying to please my boss.

It should be fun. I'll keep you posted.

A Menagerie

First of all, that title doesn't really apply. I have just really wanted to use that word. No collection of animal figurines here.

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End of an Era

I don't know if you know or care, but Bobby Knight resigned yesterday after 42 years of coaching. That's 20 more years than I've been alive. Pretty crazy!

I can't quite imagine the world of college basketball without him. But apparently it's happening.

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Dodge, duck, dip, dive, dodge

That's right, yours truly is back into dodgeball. I played again last night with all the interns, and I have another league game on Wednesday.

My arm is sore and I was reminded of something I already knew, I am an incredibly competitive person.

It was fun! A lot of fun!

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What a Monday

It was just one of those days.

I locked my key and ID card in my room; I got lost driving around Colorado Springs.

Well, it was less I got lost, and more that I have wrote down an address wrong, thereby have completely incorrect directions. An errand that should have taken 45 min, took over two hours.

Awesome.

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That is all. Just a few updates from my world and the world around us. In case you weren't paying attention.

Have a good week.

I'll be working from now until next Thursday, so excited!

Trials and Tribulations

Today, as I sat in church, which I try to do most Sundays, I listened to the preacher talk about trials. And it got me thinking.

My life has not been exceptionally tough. I haven't ever been homeless, well...except for that one summer. I have never not had something I needed.

So as the preacher talked about trials leading to patience and patience to maturity, I wondered if I had gone through that process.

Then it hit me. Trials are not necessarily huge moments. They don't always make you feel like crap, like bawling your eyes out. Not always.

Trials can be moving alone to a new place, working for an organization you aren't familiar with, living with people that maybe don't share the same beliefs as you.

I would say those count as trials.

Here is my definition of trials.

A moment, experience, or occurence that stretches you, tests your faith, and/or makes you work a little bit (or a lot of bit).

So there you go. Apparently I have been feeling philosophical recently.

Sorry, but not really. :)

Feeling out of place.

Have you ever felt you are still looking for your niche in life? Maybe you are successful and well thought of, maybe you're not, but either way you just aren't in the right spot.

I have been wondering recently if the right spot, isn't always the comfortable spot. Maybe finding your place has less to know with being exactly where you want, as it does with being where you are supposed to be.

Does that jumble of words make sense? Probably not.

I am just wondering if maybe the right spot isn't exactly what we expect it to be, so sometimes we miss it.

I know this has been incredibly general, vague, etc. Maybe you have missed my point. That's okay.

Because this post is more about me than it is about you. Sorry. But it happens.

I just hope that when my spot comes along, when I stumble across, that I can recognize it before too long.

I know it exists. I have faith in that.

But this uncertainty is killing me.