Shortest Update Ever

Where the heck do I start? I have so much to do right now that blogging may actually be a crime but it’s been way too long. I seriously can’t hold everything in anymore and I’m gonna start forgetting key things if I don’t get at least some of it down in writing. Some things I’m going to have to be a bit vague about for the sake of peoples privacy and for that I’m sorry.

Let’s start with the most (long-term) exciting thing going on in my life… It’s an awesome freelance job opportunity! When I say awesome I mean completely right up my ally. I am so pumped about this and have a meeting regarding said activities on Wednesday =). YAY for a big breathe of fresh work air!! I know that’s ridiculously nondescript but I don’t feel comfortable saying much more right now. So cross your fingers for me. I’ll obviously still keep the job I have now so this is just for fun, experience and resume building- which is always a good thing.

The most short-term exciting thing going on right now? The Washington Capitals!!! We are kicking New York Rangers ass!! The series is tied at 3-3 right now meaning there is one. game. left. Tuesday (tomorrow) is the end-all, be-all, everything-rides-on-this-all final game in the series and it’s being played here, in DC. Wanna know what I’m doing tomorrow night? Ohhh ya know just chillin AT THE CAPS GAME!!! I’m so excited I literally might die. I’ve never been to a Caps game before and now I get to see them in the playoffs in a super crucial game. My hearts beating double time.

I was watching the Caps game Sunday at a bar in Arlington and met a guy who works for the Caps (convenient eh?). He asked me if I wanted to go with him (free) and I was about to say, “HELLS YES” when BFF put her foot down, hard. She’s been a huge Caps fan for forever. Capitals hockey to her is like Redskins football to me… she would kill me if I went and she didn’t get to. I know this b/c she told me this. And I understand, b/c if it was the Redskins and she was going without me… I’d more than freak. So we worked out a deal where he gave us a free ticket and we split the cost of the other. He also gave me his 30% discount at the Caps merchandise store upstairs so I got jerseys for way less than anyone really ever should =). I’m glowing like I’m pregnant and planned it.

Shit ok, shit. I gtg I’m being beckoned. I’ll write more tonight I have a lot more to talk about.

A New Beginning

This is either the stupidest thing I’ve ever done or the smartest. Can’t tell yet. I’ve decided that WordPress.com (though it has been very good to me and introduced me to blogging for which I will forever be thankful) is too restrictive and it’s come to a point where I feel like I am not under creative control of my blog. Control (and now creative control) is my #1 love and I have to have it. Therefor… even though html, css, ftp, dns, bla, bla, bla, and anything related to web design jargon is basically alien to me… I’ve decided to take control of my blog and start hosting my own site.

GASP! I know. But… you don’t know what you’re doing! I know. But, but… how are you going to host your own site if you aren’t fluent in web design? I have absolutely no idea. But I do know that I just spent $100 for a full year of it. So, if I ever had a good reason to learn… this would be it.

Honestly I am freaking out a little bit b/c I don’t want to lose all my previous posts and comments and fuck everything up royally (that would be worst case scenario), but I have a good feeling about this (and that’s not just the xanax talking). I’ve been wanting to learn and do this for a while now and I’m confidant that I will. So I just did it. I’m trying not to think of the cute clothes I could have bought with that $100 and instead think of how this is going to challenge me intellectually and creatively and how much I’ll gain from that (which wouldn’t have come from purchasing clothes). I am super excited.

Bed for now. Tomorrow my work begins. But don’t give up on my blog! (That’s another one of my fears) I’ll still be writing here until I’ve gotten the basics down and I’ll import everything to my new sight asap. Any helpful tips would be highly appreciated. The only local web design ‘friend’ I have is my brothers ex-girlfriend… so I can’t really go to her for help. Even if he said I could ask her I wouldn’t do it; after the way she fucked with my brother… I’d rather not talk to that self-righteous bitch again, esp to ask for her help. Nope, that bridge has long been burned. So I’m on my own.

Wish me luck or give me pointers. I think the new 20somethinginsight is going to be fucking fabulous. I can’t wait to get started!

PS- Tomorrow I’ve got some interesting things to talk about… Ta-Ta for now! =)

Meet My Baby

Sorry for the grainy quality… I took the video on my Blackberry and wasn’t totally awake yet so it’s kind of unsteady too. But still… the cuteness is undeniable.

And some pics. =)

My Baby Basking in the Sun

What are you doing mom? Open the door already!

This Makes Me Happy

A guy from my highschool just commented on a picture of me, BFF, .5 and Caylie (friend from highschool who just moved back into the area. BFF, Caylie and I were basically the 3 musketeers in early highschool years). He wrote,

“It’s amazing y’all have managed to stay such good friends all these years… I have like no friends from highschool, I is well jealous.”

And he should be. I am ridiculously lucky to have such amazing friends that have known me for the better part of my life. It just makes me smile. They’re the reason I stay in DC. Friends like mine are irreplaceable and hard if not impossible to find. I was blessed when I moved back home after the ex incident and became sisterly close to Juicy. We lived basically next to each other for 3 years in college but didn’t become good friends until we were both back home.

There’s something very cohesive about a home town; a sense of security. Not everyone knows you but everyone knows someone else who knows you, and I find that very comforting. It’s like an instant common ground or understanding. No one is really a stranger in the town you grew up in and even if you move far away it will always be your hometown. It’s exactly like the OAR I Feel Home song:

There are few things pure in this world anymore,
and home is one of the few.
We’d have a drink outside,
maybe run and hide if we saw a couple men in blue.
To me it’s so damn easy to see
that true people are the people at home.
Well, I’ve been away but now I’m back today,
and there ain’t a place I’d rather go.
I feel home,
when I see the faces that remember my own.
I feel home,
when I’m chilling outside with the people I know.
I feel home,
and that’s just what I feel.
Home to me is reality,
and all I need is something real.

Feeling alright, heading out tonight,
maybe out to a dark driveway.
I say now some feel bored,
and some are looking for more.
Well, we all just decide to stay.
We got nothing to do,
and I look at you
I see something that I know and love.
and with the crack of a smile we all stay a while
we know from home there ain’t nothing above.

Well in the end we can all call a friend
well that’s something I know as true.
And then a thousand years and a thousand tears
I’ll come finding my original crew

cause to me throughout eternity
there’s somewhere where you’re welcome to go
I said it’s something free that means a lot to me
when I’m with my friends I feel home.

I feel home,
when I see the faces that remember my own
I feel home,
when I’m chilling outside with the people I know.
I feel home,
and that’s just what I feel.
Home to me is reality,
and all I need something real
Home to me is reality,
and all I need something real

I feel home.

Words of Encouragement

Some words can make all the difference. Encouraging words coming from someone you look up to can change your whole outlook and open your eyes to possibility. Hostile words can be emotionally damaging and hinder you from progress. The last 24 hours has been full of people giving me their 2 cents concerning my life and the path I’m on. And no, I didn’t fucking ask for it.

I was hanging out with my brother last night at his place. Oh btw, he just got dumped last week by the girl he was planning on marrying one day; so he’s not in the best of spirits. So he’s all depressed and “ohhh what am I gonna do now? What will I ever do without her? What am I doing with my life?” When out of the blue, he fucking turns on me, the little sister who is out at midnight to console her big bro, and says,

“Well you’re never gonna be happy unless you get a different job, you know you hate that job. You don’t do any work there anyways! You do nothing. You’ve gotta figure out what you’re doing with your life. Ya know you can’t live at home forever.”

I’m completely taken aback. His roommate is sitting in the same room so I can’t scream at him. And I didn’t want to. He’s just projecting his own miserableness onto me. But still, it hurt. He knows I don’t plan on living at home much longer. And seriously? Guess where he lived till he was 26…. My grandmothers house. So fucking gimmie a break. You live in a condo that belongs to DAD. Yes it is quite a shame dad doesn’t have two condos and fuck you brother for being allergic to my dog so I can’t live there.

Then this morning, I guess I deserved this, I didn’t get up till 11 and instead of throwing on clothes and going to work; I went downstairs in my pjs and had some cereal and sat in the sun (like a dog). My mom’s in the same room and she held her tongue for a good 20 minutes before she said anything about work. Then she basically said the same thing my brother said; except she offered “brilliant” solutions. AKA telling me all about all of her friends’ kids and the wonderful jobs they have that they just Love. NOT helpful. Then she tells me I must be very depressed b/c otherwise why would I be lying on the couch when I should be at work.

Getting ready for work I was not very happy. I was wallowing in depression. I got to work around noon. I went to get coffee and of course, it’s gone, b/c who drinks coffee for lunch? Then Sue walks in. I love Sue. I’ve known her since I was 10 years old? Maybe even younger. She’s just a lot of fun for an older person and has a sarcastic sense of humor which I love. Oh and she always tells me how awesome I look. Which I also love.

As I’m getting water she asks me how the dating life is going and I tell her dating is lame so it’s not going… anywhere. Then she says well, what are you gonna do just live with your parents your whole life? And I look at her and say hell no to which she replies,

“I didn’t think so, you never seemed like the kind of person to do that. You’ve always struck me as someone who is gonna go really far once you figure out where you wanna go. And don’t worry, you’ll figure it out. I know you will.”

I almost cried. Just a few encouraging  words in a storm of negativity made all the difference. Why must people always be so negative? Instead of building you up they want to point out your flaws. Its just unnecessary. I’m already aware of my flaws. I know I don’t like my job. I know I really wanna move into my own place. I know this isn’t what I was born to do. Why cant more people be like Sue? Instead of causing me to wallow in my pathetic depressing life; her words gave me hope.

Wherever you are in your life right now; I hope you know that you have the potential to achieve anything: To achieve everything. I don’t even know most of you, but I know you can do it. We all have it in us to be amazing; we’ve just have to figure out who or what we want to be.

Happy Monday!

The Office

It’s official… no more cubicle! I’m sitting in my new office =) and no I don’t have a window. But I can see through the glass into the office across the hall and it has a window right in my view. So I can just look out that window, so it’s like I have a window. At least my plants are getting sunlight. They’re super happy about it. I actually only have one plant right now, the other died. But I will be getting many more. Maybe even a palm tree. Who knows.

I definitely need to do some organizing and decorating. The walls are pale white and ice cold I’m SO excited. I’m also thinking about new furniture… in a deep cherry wood, and maybe a filing cabinet or a bookshelf or something. I just got all my junk in here so I know it looks a wreck but it’s my wreck, and I love it.

My OWN New Office!!!!!

When I Grow Up I Wanna Be…

“I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious.” -Albert Einstein

“It’s hard to think about growing up when you’re right in the middle of doing it. It’s hard to know what you want. Sometimes there are so many voices in your head it’s difficult to know which of them is yours.” – Kevin Brooks

“The key question to keep asking is, Are you spending your time on the right things? Because time is all you have.” -Randy Pausch

“We never keep to the present. We…anticipate the future as if we found it too slow in coming and were trying to hurry it up, or we recall the past as if to stay its too rapid flight. We are so unwise that we wander about in times that do not belong to us, and do not think of the only one that does; so vain that we dream of times that are not and blindly flee the one that is…We think of how we are going to arrange things over which we have no control for a time we can never be sure of reaching…Thus we never actually live, but hope to live, and since we are always planning how to be happy, it is inevitable that we should never be so.” -Blaise Pascal

“Whatever you think you can do or believe you can do, begin it. Action has magic, grace and power in it.” -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Yes I know, that’s a lot of quotes. I couldn’t decide on the best one, they all kinda fit. SHIT. That’s my whole point; I’m indecisive like whoa. Not on all things. Ya know, just the things that determine my life direction and important as hell stuff like that. I’m a dreamer. A big freagin dreamer.

I know I know I know. I WANT to live it. I’m full of these awesome ideas that I come up with literally every day. Big ideas; like life altering fantastic ideas. My therapist says this is ADD in me; evidently us ADD people are very creative and are always coming up with new things to try. Some examples (as told to friends and family):

“I’m thinking I wanna join the Navy and become a naval pilot. Ya know, go to officer training and then aviation school. How bad ass would that be?!?”

“This year I’m totally gonna try out to be a Redskins cheerleader. I mean, it’s always been a dream of mine. I really think I could do it and what a great experience that would be!”

“That bitch Erin Andrews. Screw her and her long legs and perfect hair. I could do that. Yup, that’s totally what I wanna do. Sports reporter… it’s perfect. I love talking, I love sports AND I would totally love being on TV.  Someone call up Ms. Andrews and tell her to watch out for her new, better, younger competition.”

“So I heard Chris Cooley is directing a movie here in DC and acting tryouts are next week. I’m sooo gonna do that. I’ll get to meet my fav tight end AND break into the movie business which is exactly where I belong.”

“Lets just pack up our shit and move to Key West. Lets do it. I’m completely serious.”

“We need our own reality show so bad it’s not even funny. I’m gonna start video taping us and submit it to MTV or some other station… however it is you go about doing that. I have no idea but I’ll figure it out. This is it Juicy. This is IT.”

“I’ve been thinking about going back to school and becoming an RN. Nurses are in high demand right now and I think it would be a really good career path. I mean, just think… I could work anywhere!!”

“I’ve always wanted to be a singer. I’ve been reading all my old journals to get some insight into what I used to want to be when I grew up and every single entry ended with, ‘I’m gonna be a famous singer one day! You can do it!’ Maybe I was right. And how freagin cool would that story be when talk show hosts ask me ‘So when did you decide that singing was your dream?’ Oh. Well. According to my old diaries… when I was 9.”

“Let’s open a clothing store, with bad ass clothes obviously, but not just clothes… when you walk back to the dressing room you realize the store is a lot bigger than you thought. Then you keep walking and all of a sudden the store opens up into a huge tiki bar area complete with a huge pool and waterfall and awesome bikinis and flip flops for sale, so it’s still a store, but there’s no roof, so you can get tan AND drunk AND shop. Maybe we could even have some Hollywood type effects like every hour there’s a huge rainstorm for just a minute to cool everyone down and add to the excitement. We could call it ‘Weather’. I know… Genius.”

“I love tan lines. I wish tanning salons sold stick-on bikinis so I could keep my tan lines without having to wear my bikini in the tanning bed and worry about the strings giving me weird loopty loop lines on my back and neck. I’m totally gonna invent stick-on bikinis.”

“I’m gonna teach myself CSS and HTML. I’ll be a self-taught web designer before you can say, ‘Hey, kick ass blog.’ Mom, go get me some web design books, I’m seriously going to do this.”

“I just wanna surf. I wanna move to Cali, get really good at surfing and then get sponsored by Roxy or Billabong or Toes to the Noes and get free stuff for life and live on my board just surfin waves man.”

Ok enough examples, I’m sure you get the idea. I have dreams. Lots of them. I just don’t know which ones to pursue. So. I. Do. Nothing. It’s awful. I crave adventure and excitement but something always holds me back. My therapist says this is the ADD curse: Inability to follow through. On. Anything. Well fucking great. Thanks for the great genes mom and dad. You’ve screwed me to a life full of amazing optimistic ideas with a serious lack of follow up action. All my ideas are just that: Ideas.

But, being me, I don’t fully accept this notion of a curse. I’d rather make completely bullshit excuses rational explanations for why I’m not pursuing my dreamy ideas…

I’m not in good enough shape yet and I’d have to workout a bunch to be a Redskins cheerleader or a naval pilot.

I’m not skinny enough to be a in a reality show and make girls hate me but secretly wish they were me; I’ve just gotta lose the 5-10 pounds that the camera adds.

I don’t believe in myself enough to try to be a singer or Hollywood actress. Are they really happy anyways??And what if everyone was just being nice when they told me I’m an awesome singer or would make a really good actress? I bet they were lying. Y0u too mom. You liar.

I’m thinking someone probably already came up with the whole stick-on bikini idea… I mean, there’s no way I’m the only person that loves tan lines right?

I am NOT a morning person… reporters get up at the crack of dawn… scratch that idea right off the list. Unless ESPN caters to spoiled lil prissy girls who “Like totally need my beauty rest and do not wake up until 9 at the earliest but usually 10 am is preferred. It’s in the fine print on my contract.” ESPN, “I’m sorry, but, who the fuck are you again??” Me, “Umm I’m your next Erin Andrews… DUH.“

The other ideas I don’t have the funds to support and I’m clueless on how to execute the ideas and get the ball rolling. I also can’t find the time to teach myself anything new and complex with work, family, friends, my social life and stupid boys getting in the way. Ughh the complications of a busy life. No ME time.

How am I possibly going to become the best ME that I can be with NO ME TIME?!?

I need another vacation… Is there any way to become a professional vacationer? If so, I’m TOTALLY gonna do that.

Quarter-life Crisis

These past few days I’ve been having a major quarter-life crisis. WTF am I doing with my life??? This is NOT what I had in mind when I used to think of myself at (almost) age 25.  My job is boring with a capital B. I hate hate hate it. I hate being in a cube, being in an office, being at a desk, sitting on my ass all day. I’m literally wasting away under these horrid fluorescent lights. It’s gotten me thinking. Some seriously serious thinking. I’m thinking of joining the Navy.

This could be me soon

Only cuter… obviously. Why not? Ya know? I’ll get some extremely serious exercise. Something I’ve been craving for a while but can’t find the time or discipline for. I’ll get to travel, a lot. I think I might want to go to aviation school and become a Navy pilot.

How cool is that?!??!? Seriously not your average day job. How exciting would that be!? I’d never thought about it before. And now, I’m totally contemplating it.

I’d go in as an officer since I’ve graduated college. It just sounds really exciting. And I have been craving excitement for a long time. My mom’s not too happy, she thinks I’ll be called to war or something. Which is the only really sucky thing I can think of about joining the Navy.

My dad said he’d be really proud. Of course he would; he’s been saying his little baby’s gonna “fly jets off aircraft carriers” since I was ten years old. But maybe he was right? Maybe I will.

High Maintenance… Who Me?

I’d never really given it much thought.

Paris Hilton is High Maintenance ( I would think). Dolly Parton… probably high maintenance. But me? I can roll outta bed and be at work in 30 minutes flat. Sometimes I forget to brush my teeth and go days without showering b/c I can’t find the time. Seriously. I wore a hat to work two days ago to cover the greasy frizzy mess on top of my head. Granted it was an adorable slouchy beret and I got massive compliments for it, but still… I’m pretty sure I smelled bad (how French of me).

This past weekend (Friday to be exact) a good guy friend of mine, we’ll call him Shizzam (Shizz for short), invited me to go to an ‘invite only’ club downtown that I’ve been dying to go to. He got hooked up with a table and with that comes a red velvet rope around your VIP leather couches, 3 bottles of Kettle One in an ice bucket, cranberry juice, orange juice, red bull, bottled water, cheese, crackers & fruit, champagne, and chicken fingers. Yes, this club gives chicken fingers to people willing to shell out over $500 on a table. Amazing, I know.

We had been there for a couple hours getting drunk and dancing when I had to go to the bathroom. I put my glass down on the table and didn’t worry about it since our area was roped off from the masses. When I got back my drink was gone. The club staff must have cleared it from the table thinking I had abandoned it or was done. I pouted.

Shizz’s roommate (Jed) saw my pouting and was quick to try to make me happy again. He picked up one of the clean cups stacked on the table, filled it with ice and asked what I had been drinking. I looked at him with disgust,

“I don’t want that cup, I want my glass back.”

Jed: “Well, I think they took your glass. I’m making you another drink, what do you want?”

“No… No. See, that cup is plastic. I don’t want a plastic cup. I want my nice rocks glass back.”

He stares at me in disbelief.

Jed: “Seriously?”

“Uh, yeah, seriously.”

Shizz is watching this go down and he knows me better than I know myself sometimes. He really is one of my best friends. Possibly my best guy friend. He’s drinking out of a rocks glass and without hesitation he hands me his glass and takes the plastic one from Jed to drink out of himself. I smile my adorably seductive smile and flounce my hair a lil, “Thanks Shizzy.”

I look at Jed to make sure he is learning from this; always give a girl what she wants, never question, never look bewildered. He’s completely bemused.

Jed: “Has anyone ever told you you’re high maintenance?”

“Who me? Nooooo. I’d say I’m medium maintenance.”

Jed: “No, You’re definitely high maintenance.”

“Shizz doesn’t think I am.”

Jed: “No, Shizz just puts up with it b/c he thinks it’s cute and he’s in love with you.”

“Oh… I didn’t know that… well seeeeee, it’s ok to be high maintenance b/c there are guys out there willing to put up with it!”

Jed gives up. I’ve left him speechless.

I didn’t think about it again until Sunday afternoon I was going to a wedding with my dad and we were talking about the frugality of the brides family. We weren’t really gossiping… just talking about the wedding details. Like how the mother of the bride organized the reception and had her close friends help out instead of hiring help and how she did the flowers herself and they don’t drink so there was no alcohol at the reception. You heard me right. NO alcohol whatsoever at the wedding reception…NONE.

So the day before the dishwasher at the church (where the wedding was) had broken b/c the pipes were frozen and my dad is talking about what an inconvenience that is b/c now the helpers (like my mom) are going to have to wash and dry the cups and plates by hand during the reception.

me: “Wait, I don’t understand… why do they have to do that?”

dad: “Ya know, so there are clean plates and cups for people.”

me: “You mean… there aren’t enough cups and plates for everyone to have their own???”

dad: “Right.”

me: “Soooo, I might get down to the reception and have to eat off a plate someone’s already eaten off of or have to wait for a cup to be cleaned before I can have punch?”

dad: “Yes.”

me: “Are you serious?? That’s ridiculous! It’s not even sanitary! I’ve never heard of anything like that at a wedding!”

dad: (laughs) “Ya know, you’re kinda high maintenance… I apologize for that, it’s my fault.”

me: “Oh dad don’t be sorry it’s fine there are tons of guys out there looking for a high maintenance woman (I tell him the story from Friday night) and besides, I’m really only medium maintenance most of the time.”

How cute is my dad people. Taking the blame for my high maintenanceness.

It honestly is his fault though. Nothing is ever good enough for my dad. He’s sophisticated, he’s a wine connoisseur (or at least he strives to be), we’re members of the most prestigious country club in the area b/c of him (current and past Presidents play golf there), he only flies first class, he only stays at the best hotels, he has his suits all custom made, we eat at the best restaurants in the area and the people that work there all know his name (and his preferred table), his idea of a little Christmas present is a diamond necklace and matching tennis bracelet. He slips me hundred dollar bills after a couple glasses of wine if I’m whining about my pathetic financial status; or if he’s just feeling generous. Growing up, his family ‘dressed up’ for dinner every night. Seriously, suit and tie or no supper for you.

My mom grew up totally different. They’re night and day really. Her dad’s family were farmers and he worked his ass off his whole life. He was successful though. He was very very successful. He always remained frugal though and my mom inherited his frugality. I’ve always wanted to be my dad though. My whole life all I’ve wanted was to make him proud of me. That’s my goal: To be successful in my father’s eyes.

It’s impossible of course because really… what is success? I’ve been trying to figure it out for a while now and the possibilities are endless. Is it having a loving family? Is it a high powered job making more money than you know what to do with? Is it just being happy with what you have?

This is the root of my quarter-life crisis. I will never measure up to the potential my dad sees in me; mainly because I can’t identify it.

My ex ex boyfriend (before previous ex) was kind of a dead beat. He came from a blue collar family and attended community college. My dad always told me I could do so much better. I thought famous boy would impress him and make him proud but instead the next day he told me that guys like that are jerks and I could do so much better.

What the fuck kind of guy am I supposed to bring home??!? A recipient of the purple heart who is also a neurosurgeon looking to settle down and focus on a family while supporting his wife’s career aspirations??!? HE DOESN’T EXIST!!

Last night my dad asked how many of my friends are getting married anytime soon. I told him none of them, only a couple have steady boyfriends but they aren’t ready for marriage. He then stated, “Something’s wrong with you guys… you should all be settling down by now.”

This opened up a huge argument in which my mom took my side and it ended with me saying, “Dad… can you see me married? Like right now, can you picture me having a husband sitting across from you at the dinner table?”

He looked at me. “No I can’t.” And as I was about to win the argument and proclaim “See! There’s your answer!” I realized that I’m 24 years old. I’m done with college, I have a job, and I have no desire to even have a boyfriend let alone a husband. The thought of a husband freaks me out to be honest. Instead I said, “Omg you’re right. What’s wrong with me? This isn’t normal!”

But what’s normal anyways? On the bright side, my mom pointed out that I’m aging fabulously. Which is true. And maybe there’s nothing wrong with me and my girls. Maybe it’s the guys. We’re not going to just roll over and die for any old male that wants to get married. We’re fucking special. And we demand special men.

Planets and Arkansas Come Together

2:00 in the afternoon. Yet to really do much of anything at work despite the voice in my head telling me I should really buckle down and just do it. Well that’s false, I’ve done a lot at work, it’s just not work related. I’ve read countless blogs, played online games, and debated whether or not I feel like writing a post today. Evidently I do. I also read my horoscope for January and never really noticed how scientific horoscopes try to be. Example:

Your life is changing quite dramatically for the better, dear Gemini. Jupiter, planet of happiness, expansion, and good fortune, will now move into Aquarius for the first time since 1997 on January 5. Jupiter will stay in this sign for a year, until January 18, 2010.

Now that Jupiter will be in fellow air sign Aquarius, you will have more support from Jupiter than you’ve had in a very long time. The difference will soon become deliciously obvious as you go through your New Year – everything will be so much easier for you to achieve because the environment around you will be so much more supportive. You’ve labored through the trenches, but finally you’ll get help from VIPs and influential friends and you’ll be able to achieve your aims. In short, you are about to enter a much sweeter, softer phase.

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the universe will send you a very positive, friendly eclipse, also in Aquarius, on January 26. This eclipse will open a door very wide in this very same area that we’ve been discussing: communication, travel, commerce, pursuits for higher education, the courts, and so forth.

This solar eclipse will fall very close to Jupiter, and also on that day, Mercury, your ruler, will conjoin Venus, a planet not only associated with pleasure, but also with money. One way or another, you seem to benefit financially from all that will be going on in this realm.
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Well I feel super important. I even noticed while reading that the difference will soon be deliciously obvious and that the universe is going to send me a friendly eclipse that the crinkle I get between my eyebrows when I’m stressed or worried or bored or concentrating slowly faded and I smiled. Yes I smiled because I adore the use of the word delicious and because I always knew the universe knew how important I was. Now an eclipse to prove it. I hope it’s as bad ass as the Twilight book because if it’s not I’m afraid that I am going to be sorely dissapointed on January 26th. Which is a MONDAY btw. Does anything good/cool/amazing ever happen on Mondays? After football season I mean. No it does not. This brings the worry wrinkle back.

I just took a quiz for fun at Find Your Spot. A website that matches you with compatible cities should you want to move somewhere. Guess what my top 5 were?

1. Las Vegas, Nevada ~ The entertainment capital of the world.

2. Honolulu, Hawaii ~ America’s Tropical Paradise.

3. Baton Rouge, Louisiana ~ The Cajun Capital.

4. Little Rock, Arkansas ~ Where America Comes Together.  (I shit you not)

5. Charleston, South Carolina ~ Cosmopolitan Southern City.

They give you 25 top cities but I thought 5 gave you a good gist of things. I couldn’t get over the fact that Vegas was number one until I was writing them out and realized that Little Rock’s Slogan is Where America Comes Together. Do we all share a cigarette after too? And why the Fuck would anyone wanna move to Arkansas anyways??? So I click on Arkansas b/c I can’t believe it made the top 5.

Did you know that all maybelline products are made there? I did not. Did you know that Little Rock is where they shot Gone With The Wind? I should have known that but still, no I did not. The rest of the “Move to Arkansas you’ll love it” page talks about the pretty trees and skyline and how modern yet classic the city is. Interesting, I didn’t know that either. Nor do I really care. You border Mississippi, Arkansas! You’re dead to me. You are the rat and Mississippi is the sewer. You can both rot in the southernmost pits of hell for all I care.

Georgia however, Georgia I love. I was very surprised not to find Atlanta on my list. Maybe it’s destiny that it’s not there. Destiny is an awful word. Maybe it’s better that it’s not there. Too many ex’s in Atlanta anyways. Wouldn’t wanna run into any of them. Really I wouldn’t. I cringe at the thought and my crinkle is back again. I’m sick of gchating. I just want to move to #2 but it’s too far away. I wish I was Hawaiian. Then I’d look ethnic too. I’ve always wanted to look ethnic.