She's baaaaaack

How did I get back here again, computer? I started the blog not because I thought I'm awesome and my life is great (shout out to Jessica's Daily Affirmation on Youtube) but because I had a steady stream of ideas and witticisms that I wanted to share with my eager audience. Alas, alack I revved up the old writing engine and got my creative juices flowing. 10 posts and 100+ blog views later, the well ran dry.

Looks like my followers are going to have to settle on listening to my life in its entirety. Not that the existence of a young, jewish single about Dallastown isn't fascinating in of itself. Please, who are we kidding? Dallas is the younger and less cooler but diehard wannabe version of Los Angeles, you can't deny. And I am here to utterly reap the hand-me-down benefits. So far, Summer 2010 has been 50% everything I ever wanted and 50% everything my parents ever wanted for me. It's funny the way life works isn't it?

So say hello to my daily mon-fri 9-5 routine. I will walk you through it like an LA reject working the nightshift at the Dallas Museum of Art. iPhone-turned-alarm-clock goes off at 8. I'm out the door 8:30 listening to Kidd Kraddick in the morning all the way to my Microeconomics class commencing at 9. Kidd has been on the radio for as long as i can remember and I embrace the time I can spend with him and his team of entertaining workaholics. keep doin yaw thang. I spend 3 hours with a bunch of state school kiddos who need a boost in their GPAs and opted for summer school. Hey, I never said I wasn't one of them.

Class ends. I rush to car. I come home, quick change of clothes to go from drab to fab. eat some lunch and off I go! Only to arrive at the most fabulous internship ever invented, ever. Did I say ever? I meant to. At North Texas Kids Magazine, I sit with my head boss and second in command boss-turned instaBFF (Dr. Riordan and Heidi, respectively) from 1-5 being the extra set of eyes, ears, hands, brain and the like. Don't you wish you had one of me?

Anyways, I love it and I think it loves me. June wedding planned. Stay tuned.

So there's my cooler-than-yours life. Next to come: what happens when you find love at community college? or how to let your smarter-than-you boss win on words with friends? life can be complicated, but i didn't say it wasn't fun!!

When the old look to the wise

My sissy turned 18 today. She entered the big bad world of tattoos, cigarettes, lotto tickets (I wish I may I wish I might) and fake IDs. Yeah you read that correctly. Receiving ones very own fake identification card that falsely asserts the legality of alcohol has become as commonplace as the ability for an 18-year-old boy to buy his first issue of Playboy.

I hate that I had to drop that bomb on you parents, but if your child falls between the promiscuous ages of 18 to 20yearsand11months, then I think it’s safe to say they have illegally purchased this generation’s liquid courage.

Do I think that it’s morally or ethically right, absolutely not. Do I think you need to drink to have fun? Absolutely not. Did I get my own damn fake at 18? Heck yeah I did, no one wants to sit at home with mom and pops while precollege teens are busy downing mike’s hard lemonades in their parents laundry rooms. I can smell trouble like a mix of Tide and Coors light.

Sister, be smart, make good choices, only buy lotto tickets when you feel lucky, and please, if you want to buy alcohol come to your 20-year-old sister. I look much closer to actually being 21 than you do, let’s use our heads here.

Writing to avoid reading

You ever wonder why your room is its cleanest during finals? Or why you’ve checked and responded to every email/tweet/Facebook wall post instead of studying? Or perhaps you don’t really think about it you just know that you have managed to take care of everything else in your life before having to do the one thing that’s actually looming before you.

I bet if a study were conducted, it would find that students who haven’t set foot in the gym all year average 3x a week before cracking open the books. Anything to put off the task at hand. But really, why is it that we absolutely haaate studying?

I don’t enjoy cleaning my room. I don’t particularly love to drudge through 200 items of trash on Gmail. But I do ‘em both happily, nay, daily, this time every semester. Laundry? Check. Trash? Taken out. Twice.

I would put studying on an equal level of boring with the rest of these monotonous tasks, but for some reason we students have a particular aversion to absorbing yet another stack of index cards/notes/chapter outlines/insert random study method here. We’re just hardwired this way.

Perhaps if our mothers tested us on how to do the laundry we would be begging for that extra homework assignment. Hmm.