Friday So Soon

It is already Friday. I feel as though my last post was ages ago, to be cliche. In reality only four days has passed.

I have been experiencing an almost overwhelming urge to play The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. This is impossible as I am sure the Nintendo 64 has found a cushy home in my brother's apartment in Chicago. (Cue my downstairs trek to double check the imminent disappearance). Well it seems I was wrong. The game system is safe and sound here at home. The game, however, is not. My best guess is that he has a way of playing the games through the Wii or someone else's system. Safe move. But now I am upset.

I have decided I need to work out and stop drinking so much soda. In about another month I will be saying the exact same thing.

Speaking of the future reminds me to mention the job interview I have on Tuesday morning. I will be driving an hour to Seaton Hackney Stables in Morristown sometime in the morning to talk about whether or not I can take on the job of Assistant Barn Manager. Or whatever it is we will be doing in the interview. What do people do in interviews? I have never had a normal one.

In any case, I am hungry. I will go now and fulfill the requirement of food.

Til next time...

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When it comes to writing what I have been doing lately, I find myself suddenly unmotivated to write anything. My theory is that these days leave much to be desired – brought about either by boredom or the lack of anything special. I deem both as the culprits. Let’s see what you think.

In general, a typical day will wake me at random from any point during the seven to ten o’ clock hours. Upon finally arising, the bathroom is stop number one, then the computer in the living room, traveling with a bored half-attempt of finding food in the refrigerator, ending under the salmon-colored comforter on the couch. At this point the TV becomes prime focus, playing out the lives in a chosen movie or, of course, of the various characters of House. Later in the day the channel migrates to the Disney Channel when one of three shows is on, but that is a different subject. And so, I basically do nothing every single day.

Strangely, I feel the need to defend my inactivity. Surely there is SOMETHING I do from day to day. Okay, every day may not see the progress in my room or the garage, but I am, as it were, unpacking from college. Still. I simply have no where to put it all! If you have seen my room you would know why. At the moment I have boxes piled in the garage until I make room for the belongings in my bedroom. Literally, I have to make room. I found this to only be possible by discarding things. As I am sure none of my readers know, for why would you, I am terrible at throwing anything out, or giving it away, or anything of the sort. I hold onto stuff worse than a packrat. There are moments, however, such as this one, when I see the reason behind saying goodbye to old things. Sometimes it doesn’t work when the hobo living in your front yard refuses to leave. In any case, you’ve heard the term "spring cleaning." Having too much crap and needing to reorganize my life after college is the perfect excuse to finally take part in the ceremony. For me it is a very slow-going ceremony. Lasts weeks.

On the other hand, other than attempting productivity at home, I have been on the hunt for a job. If my job hunting skills were necessary for survival I would be dead by now. In all seriousness, I landed a part-time, maybe full-time, position working as a groom for the Chapots. Work is one hour from home, making for a two-hour commute. If I am working there multiple days in a row I can stay at the house on the property with the other grooms. Actually, I can stay there for the duration that I have the job, but I am also riding ponies and horses for my instructor I had through high school. That requires living at home. I am waiting for word from the Chapots for days I can work again; I only had four trial days so far and they wanted to know if I was interested in full time work. My affirmative reply has not yet garnered a response. We shall see. Anyone else dislike waiting?

Some random stuff I meant to blog about: some of my graduation gifts from my mom included a bucket, double-ended snap, and leather halter. My dad got me two bobble head horses for the car. On top of that, if I am around at the end of July or in August, a trip to Universal Studios/Wizarding World of Harry Potter has been promised! If I cannot go, I get the value of $900. I want to go. I also want to know my future so I can decisively say "I am going!".. or not. Seems I dislike uncertainty as well. But that is life, isn’t it?

There is still so much more I wanted to write. For now I will wait to type anything else. What has been happening in the lives of my friends? Anyone willing to divulge?

Til next time...

Just an Update

Upon scrolling through OMG Facts I came across a piece of trivia worthy of a gasp. The common pronunciation of the name of beloved children's author, Dr. Seuss, is completely wrong. The Americanized pronunciation of "Soos" sounds nothing like the actual pronunciation of "Soice." Although I must admit, I prefer the sound we all grew up with.

Time for a quick update: I am currently working part-time as a groom for the Chapot's - a family well-known on the showjumping circuit and no stranger to the Olympics. They are friendly and accommodating, and the job is low-key. Yesterday I rode Umber under the supervision of Frank Chapot and shared the indoor with Laura Chapot. I still have not seen Gemini, the clone of famous Gem Twist, as he is still out breeding to mares. I wonder if he will be back while I am working there. At the moment I am searching for a full-time job somewhere. Hey, at least I get to add this job to my resume in the meantime!

Time to finish these thank you notes, shower, play Scrabble con mi madre y sleep in tomorrow! I love not having to wake at 5:30 to drive an hour to work. Mmmm the simple pleasures in life.

Til next time...

What Now?

I am less than a week old in my post-college graduate years.

So when do I go back to school?

Okay. I admit it. This is scary. Everyone is thinking it and this might be stating the obvious. The real world, full of responsibilities, pressures, loss, gain, constant change, is a place I had mentally been putting off being a member of. (Ew, I just ended a sentence with a preposition). Though, the scariest part would have to be the uncertainty of whether or not I will ever see those who I have come to love. In case any of you did not already know, my wannabe standoffish persona hides a deep connection to people. Without those people, those rocks, I tend to fall apart. Two nights ago saw a freak out moment. On the plus side, looking to the future now seems to be decorated with random streetlights - the kind that turn on and off as they see fit - instead of shrouded in complete darkness. Is that a little cynical? I have been watching House for a few hours. Fine, you caught me, more than a few hours.

Time to get a job, and get off this blog.

Til next time...

What Now?

Here is the beginning of my life as a college graduate.

So when do I go back to school?

I admit imagining life now is scary. I had a bit of a freak out moment last night. Truth is, when I love something or someone so much I have a difficult time adjusting to a period without them. And I will continue sappy ranting later when I have the time but right now... off to the bank! then CVS! then Prestige Riding Academy! and finally the movies!

Til next time...