It's been months since my last blog (which happened to be a Friday Five), so here we go:

  1. It's 1am and I have to be up in 3.5 hours for my Super Shuttle pickup.
  2. There's no A/C in my bedroom right now.
  3. The fan is ridiculously loud.
  4. I'm nervous about anything I haven't packed.
  5. In 7 hours I will be en route to San Diego for a glorious 5 day weekend!
Tell me your Friday Five!
  1. It was Friday
  2. Temps were in the 70s and sunny
  3. I have a fabulous weekend planned
  4. My roommates are some of the best around
  5. The realization that life is good, and I am so lucky to live the life I do.
Someone asked me today why I was wishing the month of August away. The simple answer?

Because I hate August.

Historically, it's never been a good month for me. August signaled the end of the Summer vacation, the beginning of long practices on the concrete slab in the Florida heat, and worst of all, the start of school. August meant the end of fun summer nights, and the beginning of 5:30am wake up calls. Nights out with friends were replaced by nights spent doing homework and writing essays. WHO in their right mind would enjoy any month that brought all the crap?!

This August, in particular, has been especially terrible. Nothing went the way I wanted it to, and I felt like everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. I understand not everything can go your way, but hot damn, a little bit would have just fine with me. I've heard of people hating the month of January, and I understand that. January is like the Monday of the year. But to me, August is like the never-ending Thursday; the kind that feel like they last all week long, with no end in sight. Yes, you know good things are on the other side, but damnit, getting there is going to be no easy battle. I was ready to give up two weeks ago and just have someone wake me when September started. I was promptly called Ohmy-emo-i. Thanks.

At a party on Saturday night, a friend and I were comparing terrible months (his was July) and he told me that he had a good feeling for me, and that Saturday was my turning night. I tried to keep that outlook in mind as I went into the week, and I like to think it worked. That being said, I'm excited for the month to end, and to shake this month off and move on to September. I happen to have almost a full week of fun activities planned starting tomorrow, which I like to think is nature's way of helping me celebrate.

In 30 minutes, this dreadful month will be over. I'll wake up in the morning, and August of 2010 will be a thing of the past. New month, new hopes. Don't let me down, September.

It's hot here. SUPER SUPER HOT. Like, not even this hot in Florida, hot, and at least there you can escape to the pool in on the back porch, or the BEACH which is only 45 minutes away (and then you can pick up some Frozen Gold on the way home!)

But here, there's nothing. No New Smyrna Beach, or sparkling pool to stay cool in. And what makes it worse is that most of us have to rely on WMATA and their less than stellar service which means waiting outside for a bus that may never come, and if it does, then it might not have air conditioning....
That "feels like 99" number is a LIE I tell you! It's at least 100 degrees and feels like HELL ON EARTH.

102 on Tuesday...just thinking about it makes me sweat.

Remember when DC looked like this, and we were all like OMG!:
Yeah, me neither.

I miss you, Snowpocalypse.

"Yeah. Age is a bitch..."


"...I better not see this on your facebook, twitter, or blog..."

When I graduated high school, I had these grandiose plans of going to college and coming out with an AMAZING, well-paid job, and would be living The Dream. That would be that. Life would be started, and there would be no looking back.

Fast forward 4 years and 1 economic crisis later, I found myself sitting front-row at my college graduation thinking "Hmm...this is now how I imagined this would go...". Needless to say, I've spent the last year nannying my way through unemployment. It's been an unforgettable experience, to say the least. I've met some of the most adorable, and intelligent little kids, and I've even made friends with (most) of their moms. Being a nanny is so much fun. The hours are great, the pay is fabulous. But it's not what I went to school for, and most certainly not what I dreamt about those 5 years ago when I was gleefully accepting my high school diploma.

It's all coming to an end. You see, I've been keeping a secret from you. I got myself a really sweet internship, doing exactly what I want to be doing, at a company that could not be more perfect for me. Tomorrow is my first day. I've spent the past year looking for this opportunity, and I beyond thrilled that it finally came through for me. While it means saying goodbye to some awesome families I've been working with, it also means that this could finally be the jumpstart I've been anxiously waiting for. I'm nervous, excited, and yet scared to death of how tomorrow is going to go. I'm starting a week after the other interns, so I'm the new girl coming in, after they've already had time to bond and make friends with each other. I've never been good at the first day, let alone being new.

Despite that though, I've been counting down the days until the 16th, and now it's finally here!

After 402 days, my summer vacation is finally coming to an end.

Today, I am Little Miss Grumpy. I have this little raincloud following me around, raining on my parade. Let's go over why:

  • It's been cold, rainy, and gray for two days straight now.
  • The Orlando Magic lost Game 1 and are about to lose Game 2.
  • I'm the only one that seems capable of filling the Brita water filter in my house. And it's always empty when I want some water.
  • I've been expecting a phone call for days, and it still hasn't come.
  • I didn't workout today, even though I should have, and I had no reason not to, except that I just didn't feel like it.
  • The money I deposited on SATURDAY, still hasn't showed up in my bank account yet.
  • I'm broke, broke, broke!
BLAH!! I'm just so GRUMPY!
Things I learned this weekend:

  1. The rate I can consume Wheat Thins is alarming
  2. 3 iced coffees between 7pm and 10pm is not a good idea
  3. Listening to your neighbor's bbq, just makes you feel creepy
  4. The last few episodes of Private Practice were about as interesting as watching paint dry
  5. The Amazing Race can easily disappoint you
Here's a bonus, and you can thank me later:
  • Walk on the Wild Side is a brilliant show

I'm on a self-imposed house arrest for the time being. Mainly because I have no money...like none at all. Last week, when the new and improved Social Safeway opened, I could hardly contain my excitement. I intended to go and "just take a look around", fully intending to do just that. Let me just take a second and discuss how amazing and beautiful this new Safeway is. It's huge, it's got a sushi bar built in, a temperature controlled wine cellar, a wine bar, a Starbucks, a Suntrust, a nut bar, a huge produce section, a gelato bar (!!), the people who work there are absolutely delightful, so many more awesome things, and a genius marketing department. Who rents out the empty store across the street from Whole Foods, just to deck it out with ads for the Safeway just down the street? A genius, that's who. I might have fallen in love with the place.

Anyways...1 hour, a handful of delicious cheese/bread/steak/cake samples, and $30 later, I was on my way home. Everything was on sale! How could I NOT buy the blueberries when they were $.89 a pack? or the wheat thins because they were two-for-ones. It was all stuff I NEEDED, therefore, I must buy. It pained me to not buy any of the wine that was 30% off, only because I was walking home, and didn't need the extra bottle(s) of weight.

So, I spent $30...but I saved $11! SCORE! WIN! I merrily made my way home, basking in the glory that is this new, glorious place, not even a mile away from my house. Goodbye gross Giant! Goodbye over-priced-not-always-worth-it Whole Foods!

Until the next morning when my mom calls to let me know I overdrafted my checking account. Bollocks. Lucky for me, I was able to use my sweet, innocent, I-have-no-idea-how-this-happened voice, and they credited me back the overdraft fee. (Really, I think it was because my mom's been a customer there forever. Like, from back when Dinosaurs ruled the earth.)

I'm so broke, I can't even buy myself an ice coffee. It kind of sucks, and I'm so not digging this whole "being broke" thing. I will say though, on a positive note, I got a lot done today. The DC weather is absolutely divine, and being at the house all day inspired me to get some chores done. I "cleaned" my room, I did laundry, I hand-washed a few of my dresses and shirts, I opened the windows, I caught up on my missed tv (on the porch!), and I cranked out a blog post. However, as awesome and productive as my day has been, I'm sure I won't be able to keep up the productivity for long, and I'll soon be itching to reacquaint myself with civilization.

Even more reason to keep my fingers crossed for a big opportunity hopefully in the works for my (dear God please near!) future. Until then, I'll just have to stick to my homemade iced lattes. Have any awesome, cheap (ie free!), fun things to do?! I'm looking for ideas!
please excuse my naked bed, like i said, i did laundry. it's now fully clothed, i promise

Was my last post confusing enough for you? Yeah, sorry about that. I had to go light on details to avoid more catastrophe, and I had had just enough wine to fuel an emotional driven post. Ah, Friday nights.

So it's Tuesday, May 4th. Um...holy crap 2010 is almost half-way over. It's been almost a year since I graduated, and I've gone absolutely nowhere with my life. Do you know how incredibly depressing that is? I find myself getting overly-excited about finding 40 cents in my bed. Most days are spent tooling around the internet, willing myself to get up and workout, and doing absolutely nothing. But hey, at least I'm not out spending money, right? Except those days I go to lunch, or dinner, pick up a starbucks, or grocery shop. Those are the days I think "I have PLENTY of money in my bank account!" and then promptly freak out and hole myself in my house for the next two days because I'M BROKE. It's a vicious cycle. Oh to be me.

I'm in that point of my life where it's always wedding season. So let's talk for a second about that. Why is it that there are so many damn rules when it comes to weddings? Why does it matter whether you give the gift before the wedding or after? Why are there certain "price" codes you have to follow? Is it acceptable to give the gift in a bag? They sell wedding gift bags, so why wouldn't it be? Do I buy only from the registry, or do I branch out and get them something else in addition? I have decided though, that I need to get married ASAP. The loot these people come out on the other side with is ridiculous. I'll gladly take six months of wedding planning headaches in exchange for a kitchenaid mixer and some other shiny new toys. Not to mention the gorgeous wedding photos. So not fair, you engaged people have all the fun!

In other news, I'm still unemployed. I still have my "part time nannying" gigs, which keep me afloat for now, and have provided some pretty sweet opportunities (hello England! I'm comin' for you in a few weeks!) but I really wish I had something a little more...valid. Hear of opportunities in the Advertising/PR/Anything business? Because I'M AVAILABLE!

Anyways, I've spent way too much of my time being productive here, so I'm off to will myself out of bed and perhaps even shower. Try not to be jealous of the lifestyle I lead.