Consistently Inconsistent

Take yourself back to the days when the lunchroom was the place to socialize, assemblies were conducted in the gym and Friday night football games were must-be-at events. Recently I stumbled across a long-lost case of CD’s containing all the music that captured and in essence, defined my teenage years. From country to rap, pop to rock, there was a song to mark all occasions. These melodic memories culminated themselves in the form of mix CD’s.  Every few weeks you'd sit down, compile a list of your favorite songs (for the time being at least) and attempt to make them all fit onto one solitary disk. If you are anything like me, you had numerous new songs to add every time you embarked on your CD creating venture. However, if you're also anything like me a certain song seemed to finagle it's way onto about 70% of your mixes.  To be honest I did not even notice this phenomena until last week when I began to review and  reminisce  over those forgo...

Remember me? How could you forget? (Please refer to the posts below excerpted from my original page if you need to be reminded) I've decided to take another crack at this whole blogging thing – you know: if at first you don’t succeed and that sort of stuff… Here's the CliffsNotes version of what has happened since I last posted: I enjoyed college life to the fullest, fell in love, graduated summa cum laude, moved cross-country, started a full-time job and have been promoted (twice), bought my own apartment, and a puppy. I’m sure the unabridged version will surface at some point or another but that’s the gist of it. For now I would like to place the focus on the move cross-country. Firstly, can you say culture shock? After living in LA for almost two years, I feel as if I should be able to say it in seven different languages. Everything is new, diverse, and unfamiliar. From the food to the people, the laws and the mentality - everyday there's opportunity for discovery. T...

Since it is Christmas Eve, I thought it only appropriate to share a "night before Christmas" poem that I wrote a long time ago expressing the true meaning of Christmas: 'Twas the night before Christmas and high above earth, All the angels and saints were preparing for Christ's birth The star was hung in the sky with care, In hopes that Jesus would soon be there The town was all still and made not a noise, But would soon be awakened by the first Christmas joys! The inns were all full, there was nowhere to stay, So they came to a barn packed with animals and hay The illustrious star beamed through the snow and the fog, Lighting the way for one and all The shepherds were carefully watching their sheep, When suddenly masses of angels were gathered in a heap! They flinched back in fear at the heavenly sight, Trying to keep their flocks from scurrying with fright The angels in the sky, who were reflected in the snow, Sang hymns of exultation to the o...

Have you ever kept something (a very big something) from someone that’s very close to you because you were so afraid of what they’d think of you? Well I have. And I knew perfectly well that this person would not care at all or judge me in the least bit, but I was still scared to death to admit the truth. I never actually flat out lied, but if faced with the situation to, I most likely would have. But why? I could trust this person with my life, my deepest darkest secrets, or simply my insecurities; why would I not tell her this? And so when (under the influence of something greater than my own will power and inhibitions) I finally blurted the entire story out, she surprised me with one of her own. We are so much alike and were both frightened to admit it to each other. I just found it incredibly amusing (definitely at the time of this epiphany but also the next day when thinking about it clearly.) Both of us were keeping the exact same secret from one another. The irony in life...

So I’m sitting here, it’s about 2 in the morning, and I’m staring at the blank page which is my blog. Yet I started this endeavor about a week ago. Why no posts? Procrastination. This word pretty much sums up my work ethic, study habits, room cleaning ritual and life. Now don’t get the wrong impression, I’m not a pathetic, lazy, unsuccessful, unmotivated person (quite the contrary), but I am a firm believer in the power of pressure. Why spend three nights studying for an exam if you can spend 3 hours in the middle of the night the day before the test and achieve the same results? If I started to study extremely early I would not feel that time crunch, that do or die adrenaline kick in, and I would most likely perform poorly. Therefore I have accepted that putting things off (for school work at least) has been the most effective way of doing it, and although yes, it does cause stress, it gets the job done. However, school is not the only place that I wait till the clock starts ticking, ...