it’s only life after all. yeah.

i feel a bit weird posting bits of my life on the internet. this is an awfully public place to be writing about my life, isn’t it? oh well, the personal element often gets left out. seriously just look at my facebook profile if you want personal. you’ll see that my religion is worshiping the brits, my music taste is “goodbye earl” by the dixie chicks and that i look hott playing kickball in pink pantaloons.

tonight i was talking to my mom about something that had happened last spring in bloomington and i realized how long ago that seems. in reality bloomington was only a year and a half ago but so much has happened since then. i feel like i’ve lived a whole other life in that year and a half.

i’m back in raleigh at the moment. well not literally since i’m home in indianapolis right now. i moved into a cute apartment and am the proud owner of a black and white fuzzy couch. i’m going through camp withdrawal, as i do at the end of every summer. i think i can safely say that this ties for my most wonderful summer ever (with my second summer on staff). i ended up having junior line instead of hillside, which meant 8-11 year olds. honestly i cannot imagine having any other girls. i loved giving hugs and holding hands and being all out silly with my sweet junior mints. i have also never been so endlessly proud of a group of girls. every single day one of them did something that made me smile a mile wide. how can girls so little stretch themselves so much? i see so much potential in them. i watched them grow so much over just five and a half weeks. and my staff. i cannot compliment them enough. i would’ve been lost without such an amazing group of counselors. and we all had so much fun. good summer camp fun. lots of lake jumping in our clothes (especially after hot days at the barn during june camp), nights in town, even getting pulled over by a cop, lots of late nights up in the office, random and ridiculous adventures on days off.

now i’m writing a lot more. i’m looking for a big girl job. i’m wishing i could run back to the mountains where people look up to me and i’m a somebody.

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when dinosaurs roamed the earth

i have a new favorite website, http://thesuperficial.com, a celebrity gossip website. not only celebrity gossip, but also trash talking celebrities like it’s your job. for example, on mariah carey thinking about adoption,
“If you made a list of people less qualified to be a parent than Jessica Simpson there’d only be one name on it and it’d be Mariah Carey. And maybe a drawing of an angry dinosaur. But even that would be behind Mariah.”
now i don’t have a problem with mariah carey but seriously, an angry dinosaur? i think i like these stories because they come up with the most random insults. why is it ok to make fun of celebrities in such a blatant way? i guess they ask for it when they put themselves in the public spotlight. sure they don’t ask for their every move, stupid or not, to be documented and published. that simply comes in the job description, a benefit of being famous.

i’ve started a serious apartment hunt in the raleigh/chapel hill area. tomorrow i am taking my laptop with me to work and dedicating the afternoon to applying to jobs and sprucing up my resume. because every time i say i’m going to do that at home after work i just pass out on the couch or in my bed. UNproductive. i’m actually excited about living by myself. i’m finally going to get a dog. i’ll get to clean whenever i want, put whatever i want on the walls, run around naked (come on, don’t deny it, you do that when no one’s home) and play my music loudly whenever i want. of course a single will probably encourage more conversations with myself. as if i don’t have enough of those already.