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Monday, August 23, 2010

Some days start off bad. You wake up feeling damp because your window was open all night, which results in a morning-long internal chill that can't be swayed even with tea. Your mother skips the pleasantries to ask when you're going to move everything you've ever owned out of the house.* Lovely.

Then they get worse. Your friend breaks up with you - more or less - because of a misunderstanding. Says she will never tell you anything personal, ever again. Oh, blessed misunderstandings. To top it off, this happens at work. With a smile on her face. Oh, blessed professionalism. And don't get me started on your passivity. "Oh. Okay. That sucks." Go you.

Then, in the middle of it all, you get an email, and someone else has had a bad day. And it doesn't make you feel better, but you realize that you still have friends, your mother actually loves you, and life goes on. The chill will go away, and you'll hopefully mend things, but hey, if you don't, you won't be missing out on much so long as you put one foot in front of the other and continue to breathe.



*I am moving away for school and have yet to start packing. I am not getting kicked out or anything.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

All caught up and so far behind

1. I wish I could pull off bangs.
2. No, really. Life goal.
3. Chicago is AH-MAAAAAAZING!

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

This culture of stuff

Packing really makes you realize how much stuff human beings have the tendency to collect.

I have piles of magazines. Papers everywhere. Books that have to be divided into "taking it with me" or "not taking it with me". Bobby pins in every crevice of my desk and carpet. Don't even get me started on what I'm going to do with my CD collection.

This month, I have not bought a single magazine. A big thing, coming from the girl who once told her mother that magazines were her vice, since she didn't smoke or drink (the second-latter has since changed - ah, wine). Magazines were what got me into design, which led me into my current (but soon to be gone) position in marketing and graphic design. And yet, I look at these monstrosities of piles, and wonder how I could possibly have bought so many monthly collections of glossy pages. I am a notorious information junkie, but my RSS feed fills my information quotient on a multiple-times-a-day basis. PLUS there are so many great digital magazines out there now, such as Lonny. Oh, Lonny. I really heart you badly.

I am a lover of the literal page, but I'm seriously considering getting an iPad or a Kindle to minimize the stuff I have.

Let's face it: I love my books and magazines, and I love being able to reach out to the shelves at any given time to pull out old favourites (The Bell Jar and Gentlemen Prefer Blondes were two books that had me reminiscing tonight). I love remembering where I read - and often reread - these books. Excuse my French - packing up books really blows. Despite having moved before, this is the first (and ideally, last) time that I am leaving the family nest. It is forcing me to think about what I need versus what will comfort me. I have ongoing piles - things to recycle, throw out, give away. If I hadn't been such a collector, would I be here tonight, in this organized mess of a room?

I don't know if I'll ever be the kind of person who will be able to pack all of their belongings into whatever they can hoist onto their back, but I am really considering hypnotism or a trip to the dump to get me into the mindset of minimalism from now on.

Monday, August 9, 2010

Two storms converging

I have so much to do. I'm not stressing. It will get done. I make lists, after all. Can I put "crazy multi-tasker with too many occupations" on a resume?

I like to bite off more than I can chew. It's what I do. It's how I function.

I won a tiny battle today. My logo was chosen to brand a new service. Three months of trepidation, and they chose it. Thank goodness.

As an aside: through the wonders of my RSS feed and clicking on links from blog to blog, I've stumbled upon one or two wedding blogs (namely http://www.oncewed.com/). Before I begin, I must preface that I AM NOT GETTING MARRIED. No no no. Twenty-three years old, people! After talking to a co-worker about his pending nuptials, we have concluded that so much time and attention to detail is put into one day that flies by before the beginning of "real life" with "real bills" and "real rent" et al. I love so many things about the weddings that are featured on Once Wed: the photos, the people who are soooo in love, the smiles, the quirky decor. And quite frankly, why can't EVERY day be like a wedding day? Let's put flowers on tables in beautiful old vases and tie them with raw string! Let's kiss our lovers like each and every day is the beginning! Let's have giant parties with cake and love and too much dancing and bare feet! Throw in some tea bags with hearts at the end, and stop-motion videos. Am I alone here?

Some images from Once Wed:







Maybe I'm only in love with the photography. But one day, when I own a house, I plan to make it look like a non-stop wedding.