The One Where My Life Turns Into Word Vomit

So I never blog. Which doesn't really make sense. I spend a lot of time on the computer. I also enjoy writing and myself, so this doesn't make sense to me. (I'm not that conceited, it was a joke) Anyway, here's a quick update into my life and what has been occupying my thoughts.

I need to be out of my apartment by the end of October. I have no idea where to go, what to do, or how to be in this new undiscovered mysterious solution. We'll just call the whole mess my destiny. It sounds much happier when I use that word. So how do I go about defining and discovering said "destiny"? I've been emailing one of my favorite High School teachers (the beloved Ringen) and she said, "geography is destiny". I think she's right. Think about how people end up where they are at, and the chain of events it takes for them to get there. Where do I go next? Why am I going there? What if I make the wrong choice? These are all things that are on repeat in my brain.

It would be nice to have a reason to be somewhere. End of story.

My parents' cat had 5 kittens. So far, taking two of these kittens home is the biggest reason I have to get my own place. At least that way I can start fulfilling my "destiny" as the crazy artsy cat lady who goes to the cinema by herself and treats herself to Justin's organic peanut butter. Mad. But wouldn't they be cute?

I've also been thinking a lot about if I did have my own space... what would I fill it with? While shopping with my darling mother, I acquired a set of kitchen chairs for the amazing price of 35 bucks. They are terribly retro and I love them. I don't really have any "grown up" furniture, so buying these chairs was soooooooooo exciting for me. I really was giddy. This purchase was me being independent. This purchase was me not relying on my roommates to have kitchen chairs. I still need like... a billion things. But I'm not going to wait around anymore to start adding to my collection. I also bought an antique metal water pitcher. Look at me. Progress.

I challenged myself with my good friend Sam to quit sweets for a month. I'm going to do it. It will be hell. I know it.

So I've been spending many hours of  my life putting up with that damned NEVER ENDING PASTA BOWL  at the Olive Garden. And yes, if you didn't know that this wonderful promotion was going on, now is the time to leave your computer screen and run screaming for the wonder of salad and breadsticks, because now is the time people. It kind of grosses me out to see how much some people can eat. I know it's "never ending" but that doesn't mean that you shouldn't STOP before you die from pasta induced shock. Gross.

Speaking of the Olive Garden... still no job/internship, but I'm still applying and trying to work on some projects just for the sake of keeping me sane.

I'm reading "Into the Wild" right now. So far, I really like it.

My next blog will include my summer play list, because frankly I don't want you all to miss out. And by "all", I mean the three people that might read this pathetic excuse for a blog.