pet names pt. 1

I have been thinking lately of what I want to call my future significant other, when I have one. No comment on the status of any future significant other. But I have the names ready. SO STEP RIGHT UP, MENFOLK.

Here's what I have thought of so far:

-my little acorn (squirrel themed)

-my baby paint can

-my sweet flower pot

-ma petite pomme de terre avec le fromage (my little potato with cheese)

-my baby kitten paw

-my sweet marshmallow-stuffed pillow

-my birthday duck

-my little pile of crunchy fall leaves

-my sweet pet squirrel

Really. Fall just makes me want to walk around in track jackets and hold hands, enjoying the beautiful colors and crisp air and clear skies.

*insert wistful sigh here*

when i am the boss

When I am the boss of my as-yet-unnamed future company, there will be many rules. Rule number one: every hour there will be a 5 minute dance break in which the lights will go down, the floor will light up, and everyone must dance furiously as the song(s) of my choice play over the PA system. Dance in any style you want! I personally prefer the "Kermit flail", as it seems to best relieve me of stress. Water and snacks after!

Also, naps scheduled into the day.

Ice cream novelty day (bring your favorite ice cream novelty)!!!

A reading corner.

Movies in the lounge with a little popcorn stand.

What do we sell? That is not important! Don't concern yourself with silly details like that!

I think this is actually what it's like to work at Pixar. They have paper airplane contests and secret rooms (on top of making incredible films). So the REAL message here is: John Lassiter, HIRE MEEEE. Put me on your roster as "SUPERVISOR OF RECREATION". I can't animate, but I can do funny voices and bake cookies!

case of the grumps

I cannot watch "Bones" in my new apartment home because the internet is sketchy and slow and we're pirating it from somewhere else right now ANYWAY. It is like TORTURE.

I miss my cat, my whole body hurts from moving, I built a whole DESK by myself (!), I didn't really think about where I'd need to put clothes and have temporarily sorted them into separate boxes (shirts, pants, pjs, underwear, laundry), and the pole to hang clothes from in my closet must've been installed by a giant because I can barely reach it. I am unsure whose decision it was to paint the walls in my new room charcoal gray, but it is truly like living in a cave. Weird choice, former tenant! If I were to really live in a cave in my secret life as a hermit, you better believe that cave would have light fixtures everywhere. Hermits can be classy too, you know. I suppose I'd have to power them with a potato or a bike or something, or maybe a hamster wheel. Not important right now.

Also, I hope I start getting more hours at work because I need to go grocery shopping, and right now I have about enough extra money to buy a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter. Which is fine, because I'll definitely eat it, but I'd like to at least pretend I don't have to live like a hobo.

I hope no hermits or hobos were offended by this entry. Say "hope no hobos" ten times fast. Bet you can't do it (I am in an instigating mood)!!!

being a grown up

Yes, I have indeed been a Neglectful Nancy to my blog this past week. My closest friends know that I sometimes stray off into my own little world, or "hermit", if you will. That's definitely been happening lately, as much as my random insularness annoys even me. I am also (deep breath!) taking a half-sketched leap into adulthood next weekend when I move into my first real rent-paying apartment and start my new job. Yay! Exciting! The problem? I'm scared. As you can see, this entry isn't really laughter-inducing, but I don't laugh when I'm scared, only when I'm nervous. Like, "on a date" nervous, not "going onstage in 30 seconds" nervous. That usually makes me nauseous. Not important to this conversation (soliloquy?), but still true. The point is: I've lived in this house my entire life. My room is exactly how I want it. I know where everything is. I have my cat. My parents and I live in symbiosis. My dad might disagree with that statement, but don't let him tell you I'm all parasite, okay?! Anyway. I know that it is time to move on, but that's never made it easier for me. I will never live across the hall from my sister again and head to her room at 3am when I've finished Harry Potter 6 and I need a hug. Look for my cat every morning in his bag and follow him around everywhere. Hear my dad snoring in the middle of the night. Or my mom (now she will probably kill me), and know that they are always down the hall when I need them. I understand that that's the way it is supposed to be. I'm excited for the future. But letting things go has never been a strong point of mine.

A couple of nights ago I ran into my first "boyfriend" (and giver of my first kiss at Tracy Forschler's pool party! Ah, 6th grade. What a time!) and his now wife outside of Portillos. They got married in January, and told me that they are expecting their first child! I couldn't believe it. It's like none of us has aged a day, and here they are, having a BABY. I have a letter in my old diary from this boy. He told me, in 6th grade, that I was pretty, that I was special because I looked past what other people thought of him, and that he loved me. In 6TH GRADE. He was, and is, a very special guy. Even then I remember thinking to myself that he would be a great father someday. I'm so happy for them. For some reason, when they told me they were expecting, it made me cry. Why would I cry? I'm not sure why that might make me so emotional. They're starting their lives. It's wonderful. I hope to be as happy as they are someday. But I get scared, and when I get scared I tend to push people away. If my fear had its way, it'd probably kidnap me and keep me in a room with a comfy couch, widescreen tv, and all the movies I could possibly wish for. I don't want to be content with that.

new dream #2387

I HAVE A NEW DREAM (to add to my list of dreams)!

Started watching "Bones" last night (Netflix on Demand FTW!) and it is definitely growing on me. Emily Deschanel is great as anthropologist Dr. Temperance "Bones" Brennan, and David Boreanez (ANGEL) is delightfully snarky (and delicious) as her FBI partner. I WANT IN. And so, this leads me to my new grand dream: to play a feisty yet awkward and intellectual solver of mysteries and murders on a hit TV show. I will use my deductive powers, smarts, and PhD in Anthropology (or something...) and work / share banter with DAVID BOREANEZ (or someone...) to solve crimes and seek justice! Honestly, few things are more exciting to me than seeing an acting role and thinking: WAIT. I could play that girl. I AM that girl. It's a rare and mystical treat. Like a Super Mario ice cream bar or a kitten in a grocery bag.

(This entry counts for Tuesday, because I already have one planned for Wednesday. I mean today. Enjoy.)

I graduated! ...Now what?

About three weeks ago, I graduated from college. Hurray! One life goal down! And yet...I'd planned my whole life up to this point around college: where to go, what to study, how to succeed. I didn't really plan past it. But here I am. Every day someone new asks me, "Well, what are your plans now?" I want to ask them, "Do you mean my dream plans, or what I am actually doing at this point in time?" Because right now I have moved back home, where I hang out with my cat, go out to lunch with my dad, watch DVR'd shows with my mom, and attempt to job search online (the first three things I LOVE; the last, not so much). Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention: my degree is a Bachelor of Arts in Musical Theater, which I am VERY proud of, but which employers seem to view as a sort of novelty item. Try finding anything "arts" related on Monster.com and you will probably only turn up one of those "secret shopper!!!" applications, which I file in the "too good to be true" job option basket. So, I am currently balancing auditioning with odd jobs (housesitting? babysitting? mowing the lawn?) with anxiety, as well as cleaning out my closet and room to help me give the old heave-ho to the clutter that has probably built up in my mind these last 23 years.

It's exhausting.

And it's only been three weeks.

So now what? Well, for now I am going to go eat some pizza and remind myself to breathe.