Monday, October 31, 2011

Variety post!

I've had this realization before, but it always takes more than once for me. I need to volunteer more. The benefit of this will be twofold. First, it will bulk up my resume and give me even more references (hopefully). I'm looking to be a part of a long term volunteer effort that goes on year round, or at least annually for more than just a day. Something that I can help plan and then execute would be ideal, so that I'll have references that can attest to my ability to do those things. Secondly, it will give me something to do. As I complained in my last post, life is dull right now. I'm in the "post-college slump" and excitement just doesn't come as easily these days. I actually have to make an effort to make my life interesting, and I dislike effort. However, this is what it's come to. So with an ongoing volunteer assignment, I can have something that keeps my busy instead of laying around on my (chubby) butt all day complaining about my boring life and eating bonbons (I never eat bonbons, but I'm thinking I should get some now to make this post more authentic).

So, I'm beginning my quest to find volunteer opportunities. The internet is irritating because organizations don't always update their websites. I've found a few organizations online that I'm going to apply to, but I need to find more referral sources. I know that I should network with my friends and acquaintances to see if I can dig anything up. Does anyone know of any other ways I can get connected?

In other news, I now have a part time, seasonal job with Macy's! I'm very excited about that. My mother reminded me that she too worked at Macy's, almost 30 years ago. I'm excited about the position because I can pick up hours that are available. From what I understand, I don't have a set schedule, which is good because I can have some flexibility and be free to do other things. It's all part of my "keep busy, get money" plan.

Random sidenote: Why is it that oftentimes when people (especially white people) dress as hippies/disco kings and queens from the 70's, they wear afro wigs? Were there no white people in the 70's? Did no one have straight hair? Why don't I see more fluffy blonde, Farrah Fawcett style wigs? (These are rhetorical questions of course, because other than jewfros, white people wore their hair straight in the 70's from what I can tell.) Anyway, that just gets on my nerves sometimes. When I think of white people in the 70's, I think of the Bee Gees, not fake afro hair.

Very fluffy, but still no fros. Source

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Just like Prince's mother! Damn.

Have you ever woken up one day and realized that you're not happy with the way your life is? That realization has hit me every year for the past 3 years or so. It happened again today, while I was sitting at the kitchen table and eating ginger snaps and realizing that I didn't have anywhere to go or anything to do for the Halloween weekend. I realized that next year, I'll be in my "mid 20's" and what have I got to show for it? Let's review.

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

lace denim

Still working on my "what I bought from Savers" post. So in the mean time.... Looks I created on Polyvore. :P I'm new at this so don't ridicule me!

lace denim

lace denim by avannap featuring a lace dress

i'm on a boat!!!


Friday, October 14, 2011

When there is nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.

For a little while last year, I was going through some emotional issues and one of the side effects was that I lost interest in things that I used to love. Now that I'm recovering from those issues, I've rekindled my love affair with music. Almost every morning, I have to listen to some type of music to get me going (unless I listen to NPR, but even then they usually have cool bump music). My favorite routine is to get up, throw on and jam out while I wash the dishes or do some other mundane but necessary task. And after giving my listening habits some thought, I've realized that there are 4 major things that have shaped my current musical tastes. 

The Quiet Storm- Every night until I was around 10, my mother would leave the radio in my room tuned to 95.7 R&B while I was going to sleep. I have no idea why she did this, but I assume it was so that I wouldn't get scared at night and so that I wouldn't try crawling into her bed. Anyway, in the evenings, the station featured the "quiet storm" format, even though until yesterday I thought it was an actual radio show. As I laid in my bed, the smooth voices of Smokey Robinson, Anita Baker and the like lulled me to sleep and burned their memories into my brain.