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Soooo…the title of this post has nothing whatsoever to do with the content but I’m allowed to do that every now and again.  At this very moment I am working on my cover letter, eating some chili and wondering what happened to my version of “life-after-college.”  And in a few moments I’ll go and do the dishes, straighten my hair, leave to get groceries and pick up mi madre…but I’ll still be wondering what happened to my version of “life-after-college.”  Tonight I’ll probably submit a few job applications maybe even look for a place to live, do my nails, watch whatever shows the parentals normally watch on Thursday nights…and wonder what happened to my version of “life-after-college.”  And tomorrow I’ll get up, excercise, do my makeup, submit some more job applications and wonder, wonder, wonder what happened to my version of “life-after-college”?

Are you noticing a theme?  You are??  I’m shocked.

You see I had this picture in my head of what my life would look like post-graduation.  And it was only a tad-bit realistic.  I figured it would take a little while to get a job (that’s the realistic portion) but I figured in the meantime I would have some fun.  I thought that as soon as I was done with school that all the stories that have been pushed into the back of my mind to make room for my academic papers would come pouring out and I’d have tons of energy to submit applications and write stories and go out with friends and catch up on all my blog friends and, and, and, so on and so forth.

Somehow I underestimated a few things.  Such as the fear I was suddenly filled with at the thought of getting a job.  It sounds silly but it felt different to me.  It wasn’t just a job to get me through school, it was a job.  A job as an adult not a college kid.  I was scared, terrified actually.  So I procrastinated and hemmed and hawed around and probably lost a few jobs by not applying to them…stupid really.  And now I’m fighting to get back into the game.

I also underestimated how utterly exhausted I was after graduation.  And how boring my life suddenly seemed to become.  I really didn’t understand how being a college kid gave me a readily available topic.  Uneventful week?  Well I can just talk about what movie we watched in class this week, or what we discussed, or what author we read, or, or, or, or…any number of things.  And now?  What am I supposed to talk about?  Well I got up this morning, ate some breakfast, excercised, put on some makeup, submitted five applications, haven’t heard back from any of the others yet, did the dishes, watched x hours of TV, hung out with the parents x hours, it’s cloudy today.  Admit it that sounds boring…I’m not complaining, I love hanging out with my parents and the other stuff…eh, it’s alright…except for the dishes, blech! ;).  But it makes it difficult to find something to talk about when you feel like you aren’t going anywhere or really doing anything. 

Why does it always feel like everyone else has the perfect life??  Like you are the only one who is bored, broken, alone, tired, etc.

God, I hate it when I do that, when I compare myself to other people.  Don’t you?  I mean you look hard enough and there will always be someone whose life is better than yours…but there will also be someone who is in a worse position.

I just need to learn to deal with my situation without adding the burden of trying to make my life like someone else’s.

And now…a song.

Courage by Orianthi (featuring Lacey of Flyleaf).

And some randomness to make you smile, ’cause everyone needs to smile at least once a day right?

  1. I am a picture whore.  Lol!  Sorry about that I just had to say it; what I mean is I’m the type of person who trolls the internet looking for interesting pictures of celebrities, objects, whatever grabs my attention.  I use them to practice my sketching or so my mental picture of a character from one of my stories has life or just to look at and think “how pretty/cool/breathtaking/beautiful/etc.”  Yup, picture whore.  :D
  2. I have a playlist on my windows media player titled “songs that make me smile.”  It has OneRepublic, Train, Yellowcard, that Orianthi (ft. Lacey) song that’s right ^ up there, The Afters, Anna Nalick, The Calling, Francesca Battistelli, Good Charlotte, Hyland, Pink AND Miley Cyrus, Selena Gomez & The Scene, Miranda Cosgrove, Kelly Clarkson, Aly&AJ (aka 78Violet), Hilary Duff, Katy Perry and Avril Lavigne.  Yes, I listen to pop music, it makes me…smile :D .  Feel free to take your shots, I can handle it and I really don’t mind (after all I never said you had to listen to it)  ;).
  3. So during my last semester of college (all of what two months ago??) I developed a new guilty pleasure (that’s pretty much gone now since moving in with the parentals).  I started watching WWE Raw *cringe.*  I know, I know but I found it hilarious…and fascinating.  And really good mindless TV for when your brain hurts from trying to understand Jung or Percy Bysshe Shelley.
  4. Via my twitter feed from GC’s Benji Madden — “Westboro baptist Church=WBC=Weally Bad Christians lol.”  Call me terrible but that cracked me up!
  5. And an exchange via my twitter feed between Trevor, lead singer of TFK and the TFK tour manager starting with the TFK tour manager — “Let’s recap. Bought an ipod, 2 weeks later ipod touch comes out. Buy an ipad, 4 weeks later ipad 2 comes out. What the heck!!” — followed by Trevor’s response — “@tfktourmgr i’m gonna start buying stuff 2 weeks later than u.”  ROFL!!
  6. via my twitter feed, Chester Bennington lead singer of LP — “I’m watching Cops and some naked guy was shooting at a person he was robbing and it took 5 cops to take him down. Cops don’t get paid enough”
  7. And Tam (Hodge, aka inprogress) also from Twitter — “RT @pinkbirdi i don’t understand jogging skirts. // I dont understand jogging.”  Lol!!  :D
  8. And finally via my twitter feed, Joe Rickard drummer for RED — “God is good.”  — makes me smile every time :)

Saguaros

It is summertime here in the desert.  The Saguaros are flourishing and there are various other small green things growing around on the ground.  The dust is blowing and obscuring surrounding areas.  But it is the Saguaros that capture my heart.  The Saguaros stand tall and proud and have so much character packed in their spiny arms.  The wind whips my loosened hair into my eyes and I brush it back and tuck it sloppily into my ponytail.  The sun touches the horizon and I look up from my sketchbook and wait for the sunset.  My bare feet rest underneath my knees warmed by the desert rock I sit Indian-style on.  A lizard scuttles past blithely unaware of the larger world around him.  I smile as he darts underneath the rock and then out into the desert.  A hawk cries lazily circling above me looking for something to dive onto and devour.  I smile as the sun sinks lower into the horizon.  The colors take my breath away; rich golds, bright pinks, deep purples, light yellows and the fiery dark orange of the sun, all on display for the world to see.  The Saguaros look even greener in this sunset light and I can really see the spikes jutting out from their trunks.  I sketch a few more quick studies and wait for the next phase of the sunset.  The second to last phase of the sunset the yellows and golds and pinks are pretty much gone, but the purples have deepened and are nearly black and they are joined by a dark, sapphire blue and a little jolt of gold from what’s left of the sun.  The Saguaros look nearly black at this point and I can only see the root of the spikes now so I sketch a few more studies and look up eagerly waiting for the sun to finally disappear below the horizon.  I look up to see if I can find the hawk but it appears that he found his dinner and ran.  The lizard is long gone but there is a lazy scorpion doing a scorpion dance in front of me and a sidewinder a few feet from the scorpion winding his way away to somewhere.  I hear an owl hoot in the distance and imagine that the sidewinder is putting a little bit of hast in his gitalong now even if the scorpion continues his dance.  I watch him a little longer to see how much closer he is going to get to my shoes before I have to shoo him away, but he doesn’t get any closer and I go back to watching the sun set.  It dips below the horizon shedding its last colors as I look up and watch the last jolt of gold disappear from sight and watch as the purple and blue blend into the black of night.  I make one last sketch of the Saguaros.  They look like forbidding sentinels now all dark and tall and arms outstretched towards the sky as if warning the traveler to back slowly away.  I tuck my loose hair into my ponytail yet again and slowly unfold my legs.  I set my sketchbook down next to me and bring my knees up under my chin adjusting myself for the best view of the stars coming out to play.  The air grows cold and I feel a few bats flitter by my head.  I close my eyes and breathe in that cool summer desert scent and smile.  The first stars begin to twinkle at each other and slowly they all come out for a game of “let’s see who can twinkle the most.”  I sit there for about another hour watching them in their slow dance across the sky and let my legs down onto the ground carefully.  I grab my flashlight and shine it down onto my shoes, carefully examining them for desert nightowls that may have crawled in their looking for a nice hidey-hole.  There isn’t anything there tonight so I slip them on and grab my sketchbook.  I walk slowly towards my Jeep, shining my little flashlight on the ground in front of me, carefully listening for any of the bigger night-time creatures that haunt this little piece of desert.  I climb into my Jeep and start it up carefully negotiating the terrain that leads back to the main road.  Eventually I find my way back in town and drive blissfully through its empty streets.  The streetlights and the lights shining from doorways add a mysterious air to the sleepy little desert town of Saguaros.