You Just Haven't Earned It Yet Baby

I realized of late that I have lived in this city for almost 26 years, and have maybe 8 real friends to speak of. What's up with that? I also noticed that 1) most of my 8 friends are people who many people really want to be friends with, and 2) that I'm closer to each of the 8 than most other people. Is there a word for that, for a girl who isn't very popular herself, but maintains close friendships with really popular people?

Now.

I'm tired of my desk/computer job in the windowless box. I'm tired of seeing the same 4 people every day. They're lovely people, but a girl needs some variety.The time has come to strike out, to make a path for myself. Trouble is I have this annoying habit of being responsible and doing the right thing. The money is good, the job is dull. Suze Ormann (Ormand? whatever) says that money is not worth unhappines, especially in one's twenties. I'm over half done, and need to find fulfillment before the chips fall and I REALLY have to start being responsible.

It seems like older adults I know have resigned themselves to work they don't really enjoy, for the sake of mortgages and college funds.

The time to start is now.

I just wish I knew what the heck I want to do!

I've gotta get over this low self-esteem and build some confidence righ away. I'm 8 years out of high school (yikes!) but am gripped with teen angst on a semi-weekly basis. Why o why did I never learn to schmooze?

Good Eats to Come!

My sister is getting married in July, and I spent my lunch hour with her, her fiance, and our parents, sampling some of the great eats that will be served at the Lemp Grand Hall reception. We tried roast beef, pasta con broccoli, chicken, cheddar mashed potatoes and some of the best freakin' salad dressing ever! Although they will only offer one brand of beer, they will have a fully stocked bar, which means my plan of drinking only Long Island Iced Teas will be fulfilled. Her wedding is going to be such a blast!

Not a blast is riding in a car when either of my parents are driving, unless one enjoys hearing sharp intakes of breath, cursing, and namecalling for the duration of the trip. Every day, I see more and more where some of my not-so-wonderful traits come from, and it's kind of depressing. I want to have patience and be relaxed, but it is certainly not in my gene pool.

When we were finished tasting, sheets of rain met us at the door, and I had left my umbrella in the car. Is it ironic if the rain is on your tasting-food-for-the-wedding day?

here goes!

I've been meaning to get this started for awhile, because i know too many people on myspace to be honest in my blog there. they let you make a list of who can look at it, but not a list of who can't. Some things need to be kept on the down low.

Basically, I just need a place to talk to my future self (& future others, maybe, hopefully)

Gotta run! More later!