My Role In This Nation's Economy

My Role In This Nation's Economy

... And What Happens When I get An Idea

     
      I don't mean to blow my own whistle, but if there were more people like me in the world, our economy would be prestine. Today, I decided I was going to get a job. Against all odds in today's economy, I would ride my pink and white bike down the bike path to downtown Algonquin to get as many job appications as I could carry.
      

       Midway through my journey, I came across a few obstacles though. Not only was caution tape surrounding the bridge I had to cross over to get to town (its literally the only way to get there), but upon further inspection, I discovered that the bridge was completely gone, leaving a steep drop into a shallow creek. My hands were full of papers, my ipod, and a cookie for the road. Determined as I was to get this job, I had to weigh my options. I could cross this potential death trap and get to town, but that would have a high risk of casualties and loosing my cookie was not an option. But it was either that or turn around and head back home. I contemplated this for quite a while before I remembered an assignment I had in my creative writng class earlier today. It was Make Your Own Bucket List. A big thing on my list was to do something irrational in hopes for a good outcome, another to have an adventure everyday. Well this was my chance!!! How stupid it would be to cross this 20 foot span of rocky waters on a slim tree branch (no bigger than 7 inches across i estimated) that could give out any minute and risk my darling bike and my backpack of goodies, but here I found my self hoisting my bike up off the ground, throwing my shoes across the creek, and shoving my cookie down my throat. I balanced first one foot, then another on the tree branch, it wobbled a little under my weight but I was able to keep steady. It only took my 6 minutes precisley to get over that creek. I can only imagine what I must have looked like, dress pants rolled up to me knees, bike held high over my head, barefoot and walking like a tightrope walker to the other side of a clearly restricted area. But hey, I was determined.

The creek was muddy... my bike endured some hardships, but don't worry, I'll get her cleaned up right away!

My bike, my trusty patner on my many adventures through the bike path.

     

    

        I eventually got to town, making my way into various stores and such. To my great delight, I was promised a position at an art studio as an assisant. I really cannot wait for it to start, but one job I wasn't so sure about was a local hot dog/icecream parlor. They called me in tonight to have me start my first day, I didn't even officially apply and I had only first entered the place an hour earlier, but i guess it is pretty hard to resist my charm. But at 6:30, I walked in with high hopes to find myself washing grease stained dishes. No worries though, this girl won't be broken by a little hard work. I was now a working class citizen! I don't really have need for money, but as I have proved, I am all about new experiences. I spent the next four hours cleaning, sweeping, wiping all surfaces of the small building, filling ice cream cones to satisfy countless costumers' sweet tooth, packing fries into bags, readying bags on an assembly line, and of course, manning my main post at the cash register. A certain co-worker of mine, who is not so tiny at all (about 2 of me stacked high, and four of me wide), seems quite amused by me and my 'funny glasses' and 'free spirit', I'll admit I was a little intimadated by him at first. He actually reminds me of Lenny, from Of Mice And Men, minus the whole mentally challenged part. But man, do these people know how to swear, and talk dirty. I am an awkward person, but these guys treat me like one of the guys, yet constantly mention my petite size. I have never met people like this, only seen them in movies. I'm not sure about this job but who knows? Maybe I'll adjust and work there afteralll, the point is, without my random spur of the moment, determined, stuburn decision to get a job agaisnt all odds, I wouldn't have had this completely random, unique night. Waking up this morning, I had not expected today to have turned out in such a manner, but here I am again, proven wrong by the universe. So thats how I successfully became a part of this nation's economy, working for minimum wage in a privately owned bussiness. Today's lesson? Be adventurous, because you never know what will end up happening or who you will end up meeting. And never let a broken bridge stand in the way of your heart's desire!

Life Lessons Learned In The Comfort Of My Own Home, part 1

How I Learned That 'Nothing-Ever-Goes-Exactly-As-You-Plan-It-In-Your-Head' Without Leaving My Bedroom

So sitting in my bedroom tonight, I was feeling kinda down in the dumps. Too often lately, time seems to be moving way too fast. But earlier this year, I had promised to make a few life changes, one of them being complete happiness. I'm not saying its wrong to be sad, I just don't want to spend any of my time unhappy. I have learned that happiness is a choice, and not something you can cling to desperately. It has to come naturally. But there is a time for everything and all good things must end, in this case, happiness, at least thats what I began to tell myself tonight, until something occurred to me. I am healthy, I have wonderful friends, and even if my family relationships aren't the best, I'm in a household that is whole and loving. Sure, my petty problems help make me who I am, but if they make me sad and I let that happen, then who am I? A lazy bum who wallows in her own self pitty? No sir. Deciding I would immediately make myself feel better, I sat down to work on my ever so colorful oil pastel abstract project for my 2D drawing class. I guess its coming along, but not how I had pictured it in my head. I can't explain to you how much this was bugging me and how much it contributed to my awful mood. 

"Its just an art project, you've barely started, chill out," I kept telling myself. But nope, I was just about ready to spew forth the venom of satanous demons if anyone dared to comment on the project. It just didn't live up to my hopeful expectations.

Again I started to feel sorry for myself, getting ready to throw a pity party, I was reminded of last weekend. After the productions of our school play, a few of us left the cast parties headed over to St. John's, where my friend Michael locks up every night. On the second night of the production, we left the party in low spirits, it wasn't how I had hoped the night would go and in fact, I was just ready to go home. But we got to St. John's and it was a great night. Michael played piano and we all talked and sang and danced and had a great time. Needless to say, that night was not what I expected. I was hoping for a fun, late night out with my friends in the cast, playing Just Dance and having countless sugar rushes before I finally crashed, not a night in a closed, quite church, playing music with some awesome people. But I like what I got much better than what I had hoped for.

I noticed a patern in my life then, so many times, whether it be parties, or school, or just any unexpected news; my life continuelly surprises me for better or for worse. Looking back even a year ago, I wouldn't have pictured who I am now to have taken over that young self concious girl. I have delt pretty well with what this year has given me, even though none of it was how I planned my highschool years in my head. I didn't plan for any of this, the good or the bad, but whats its given me has just about made up for all the ruined plans and disappointing art projects.

So what with our little adventures and other happenings of these past months, this year has not only presented me with happiness, but also with some sadness. None of this is what I expected but I guess thats ok, because I wouldn't have ever expected this and I like it better than my expectations. So just because this year, or this art project, or last summer, or last week's late night outings didn't play out as I had planned it in my head, its okay because, it all ended up being more than ok. So I'm quite proud of myself, being able to relate my struggling with an art assignment to a pretty descent life lesson without leaving my bedroom.

Now, time to get working on that abstract...

Believe it or not, its actually an enlarged solarized version a a headband Madona wore in a 2009 Vogue shoot with Louis Vuitton...

The First Blog

The First Blog

Sitting down to write this, I drew a blank. I had no idea what to write, and honestly, the whole idea of actually doing this still seems pretty intimidating. The idea of blogging, to me, has always belonged to the hipsters and articulate, it belongs to winners like in Ugly Betty who are inspirational or know how to take their average lives and turn it into a comical story that others can relate to. Not to me, a closet writer with run on sentences like the one I just typed. I have read some pretty hilarious and popular blogs and of course, some by my friends, and they all seem so impressive. They just can’t be done any better, at least not by me. So I decided I wouldn’t try to compete with that in my blogs, I won’t even edit them, they will be posted as is. So bear with me. I don’t write like a blogger, but they say you’ll never know until you try. So try I will. My writings have previously consisted of poetry and short stories done for school, messing around with dialogue in different languages, striving for originality. But any serious writings for me never turn out how I want them to; they end in a long rant that strays from my original topic, which will probably happen here. So having just reread what I have already typed, I guess this blog is about writing, and sure, about blogs too and the people who write them. And you can bet that it will be full of run on sentences.

I don’t know how long a blog should be; whenever I read someone else’s, length always seems to vary. So I’ll do this the way I want to until i find my style. Maybe I’m wrong but I feel like bloggers are very similar to poets. Blogs have a flow and relate to how the blogger is feeling. They put it out there for everyone to see and read and they hope people will like it, but at the same time, whether or not it’s a huge hit, doesn’t really matter. It’s a form of communicating. Reading and relating to the blog reminds people that they aren’t alone in anything. Our lives vary, but aren’t we really all the same? I guess that’s why I really wanted to start this, because the idea of unity has always interested me. I like reading in general because it relates me to a person I might not have ever met, but I find in their writings that I’m not so different from this stranger. Even peer editing papers in school gets me excited in the hopes that I may find a common interest or experience with a classmate. Writing a blog is like saying, “Hi, this is who I am, am I like you? Decide for yourself and hopefully you will follow me!” For me, starting this makes me hope that even if only one person ever reads this (other than me), then maybe I can make one person feel a little less alone in the world.