Skip to main content

Mixed Bag

I haven't blogged in a month. I know you've missed it, non-readers. To be frank, I don't really know what to write about. Actually, that's kind of a lie considering I sort of figured out something to write about this morning while waiting in line at Starbucks this morning. I still don't quite know how it's going to turn out, though...

My morning was kind of weird. I somewhat overslept and was still hoarse from screaming from excitement at the Grammys. I then found out this that I didn't have to take my brother to school. This is always a good thing because it means I can listen to whatever I want to in the car. So I went to Starbucks to get my Tuesday breakfast, as I do, and I was busy worrying.

I know what you're thinking. OMG ME WORRY??? NEVER!!! The typical things were going through my mind. I'm going up north this weekend. Will  they make fun of me for having a southern accent???? Will Whole Foods food make me fat??? Am I wearing shoes??? Why is this guy so CLOSE to me in line?? You know, things everybody worries about put probably won't admit to on something like, oh, I don't know, the Internet?

Then, "Touch of Grey" came on as I reached the front of the line, I picked up a penny, and everything was just dandy. I'm in a great mood for someone who heard "Black Hole Sun" as soon as she entered the car on Valentine's Day. I even heard about four of my favorite songs on the radio from Starbucks to school this morning and proceeded to scream-sing them all (this is why I enjoy riding to school by myself. If people heard me scream-sing in the car, they would have me institutionalized.). So, even though my Internet is being slow and the day is somewhat gloomy, it's a good one.

I hope yours is good, too. Feel free to scream-sing to any of your favorite songs. Preferably in public. While wearing silly outfits and doing silly dances.Or laugh out loud at something nobody else is watching/hearing/seeing. I do it all the time and I'm quite content. Have fun. Enjoy the day. Do something stupid. If you're with someone, make them have fun, too. If you're alone today, don't feel bad. I still love you. Or if you're heartbroken, just look at this chick:

If life stinks, please put a big red bow on your bike. It will make me happy. And that's all that matters.

I scream-sang this in the car this morning. It's sooo cheesy but so good at the same time. "Seven Wonders" by Fleetwood Mac

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Okay, Oprah: Or, a Pat on the Back and a Push Forward

I didn’t watch the Golden Globes this year. In fact, the closest I got to Oprah Winfrey was when a customer at the Starbucks I work in forgot we no longer sold her chai tea and ordered a “dirty Oprah” by mistake. Still, I was told about the speech. And I watched it. And I, like so many others, was moved by her words. 
It made me irritated, too. Here’s the thing: it’s incredible that Oprah stands with women who are oppressed, abused, assaulted, and silenced. Beyond incredible. She spoke with a characteristic eloquence that made people aware and gave people hope in a way so many of us need right now. However, we cannot deny that she had the opportunity to speak those words on such a public stage because she isOprah.
She’s one of the most powerful women in the world. I don’t think the irony is lost on anyone that the network that she owns is, well, OWN. We think Oprah, we think mogul, renaissance woman, icon, boss. The woman doesn’t need her last name anymore (or, the last five letters …

I'm Still Not Sure

I've tried to start this post several times over the past few weeks. For one thing, it's incredibly difficult to write after not doing so for months (seven, to be exact). It's another thing entirely to admit that I don't know what I'm doing, where I'm going, or who I am.

That being said, I've done it before. Two years ago, I posted a video on YouTube entitled "I'm Not Sure". Now, if you've never seen this before, I completely understand. I just watched it for the first time since I posted it, and it was cringeworthy. This is not only because it's weird to watch 20 year old me go through her YouTube phase, touch her face too much, talk with some strange inflection in her voice. Well, that's certainly part of it. Really, though, it's because nothing's changed.

At the end of the video, I say I'm grateful that I have a year and a half left of college to "figure it all out". That year and a half has passed. I gradu…

Talking to Myself in the Mirror

I think it's a pretty safe bet that a lot of aspiring actors/writers/directors/filmy people practice their future Oscar speech in the mirror as kids. I did. Who am I kidding? I still do. It comes with the territory. My mirror talks go, ahem, went (who am I kidding? go) further.

Sometimes, I do my makeup while talking to Barbara Walters. Other days, brushing my hair turns into a podcast interview. Most of the time, though, I rehearse what I'm going to say to my heroes. These hypothetical moments are incredibly important, and I can't afford to say anything stupid, so car rides, showers, and mornings getting ready are devoted to preparation.

This probably makes me sound crazy. The word "narcissist" may also come to mind. I think one of my heroes would have appreciated both the crazy and the narcissism in this bit of oversharing, though, but we lost her this morning.

One of my first posts on this blog was a tribute to Carrie Fisher. I read it over this afternoon after…