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Birthdays, Birthdays

2 Jun

Well, hello world.  You’ve stumbled upon my own version of those 365-blogs everyone seems to be doing.  Here, on the daisyflyover, I will be writing once a day.  These writings may include some fiction…some non-fiction…definitely some pictures…or, quite simply, things that I observe or think of on any given day.

Today, for instance, was my 25th birthday.  It was pretty perfect, I’m not gonna lie.  Family, friends, good food, a pedicure – though quite honestly, anything that involved a pedicure is pretty high on the list of awesomeness.

I think this project will be good for me.  Anything that forces me to write is a good thing, and being forced to really see things, to think up something intelligent and halfway interesting to say every day will surely sharpen my writing skills, and by the end of this year I hope to walk away with…something.  Not sure yet, but definitely something.

In other, late breaking news, I’ve decided to move my new blog here; I want to start fresh, and if a new blog space won’t do it I don’t know what will.  Maybe you’ll see me back at daisyflyover after this year is up.

I’ll leave you with some pictures of the evening.

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1 Jun

Stuff no one told me, but i learned anyway:

  1. Blogging every week can be tedious…but also FUN.
  2. Being in a good relationship is hard…but also FUN.
  3. You can teach yourself anything by reading about it…and there’s probably a YouTube video for that.
  4. If you really want to walk on ice, take off your shoes and walk in your fuzzy socks.
  5. People are kind.
  6. Carpet in an apartment isn’t as bad as I always thought.
  7. You CAN do what you love…you DON’T need to have a traditional 9-5 job…therefore, don’t listen to those people who put you down.
  8. It is possible to not have roaches in a place of living.  You’ve just got to have the right tools.
  9. Nights in, with pajamas, snacks, and a movie?  Priceless.  Most of the time, it’s better than a night out.
  10. Atlanta is an awesome place to live…no matter what anyone says.

Could I elaborate?  Probably.  Will I?  Most likely not.  I like leaving people with a little illusion, and sometimes what you create in your head is better than reality.

It’s been 52 weeks since I started this blog.  52 weeks of laughter, fear, happiness, sadness, and a myriad of other emotions that people should feel.  Life has changed, and so have I.

Here’s to the next 52.

Tomorrow, I start my new blog, where I will be posting once a day.  Tomorrow is also my birthday, in which I am a quarter of a century old.  Good things will happen this year.  I can feel it.

Until.

50

18 May

As clichéd as this sounds, it’s quite hard to believe that it’s been almost a year since I started this blog.  Things have changed; yet some things have stayed exactly the same.  It’s hard to pinpoint exactly which things match this description, unless you dig down, sifting aside the mundane…maybe, eventually, you’ll uncover what really matters.  But does it really matter without the dust of the everyday?

As I sit here writing this morning, the gears of opportunity, luck, and talent are turning.  Did I mention that I’m writing book reviews for Random House?  My good friend George with Peerless Bookstore set me up with this gig; they sent me the first book, a few weeks ago, wrapped in paper and addressed to me.  The Night Circus, by Erin Morgenstern, was in short, perfect.  It was different, yet familiar.  Magical, yet with realistic tendencies.  I pretty much want to marry it.  Anyhow, the review I wrote (which you can find here) was sent back to Random House…and they loved it.  I was nervous, actually, as I spent too much time staring at the screen and trying to make my words convey how much I loved it.  I didn’t think it worked; apparently I was wrong.  There’s talk of a book club (that I would host??) and a competition, though I’m not sure of what kind of competition or what the prize would be.  But they liked it, and I have this feeling in my gut that this could really be something.

In other news, reading and reviewing The Night Circus made me quite anxious to start writing more of my own stuff.  I have some ideas, but have been delayed with worried ideas of lack of theme, narrative arc, and other kinds of writing terms that don’t mean much to the common reader but mean a lot to a writer.

Other than that, my time has been taken up by nannying, planning birthdays (mine and Ry’s), reading blogs and reading books.  It’s a good life.

I’m also starting a jogging program next week.  Running of any sort is not something I really want to do, but being healthy unfortunately, and fitting into my old jeans, is.  I’m sure I’ll have lots to say about that next week.

Until.

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6 May

This is the season when words that you speak sometimes aren’t enough.  Tomorrow, some of my old friends from Oglethorpe will graduate, will wake up too early, walk across a hot stage in front of those they love and take that giant step into life.  I remember it like it was yesterday.  I feel it like it was yesterday.

However, my current life is full of babysitting, reading, writing, and the occasional concert.  Just this week, for instance, The Decemberists came to the Cobb Energy Performing Arts Center; Ry and I, of course, went to see them.

Quite frankly, they are poets.  They can weave words and melodies into something more than song, something almost ethereal.  You feel it.  From love songs to lyrics inspired by Japanese folk tales, The Decemberists music is an experience.  I’ve been singing their songs all week now, as always happens after a good live show.

Today, I added some Fleetwood Mac to the mix, mainly Rumours, but others as well.  Then last night while cleaning the bathroom I started to sing that graduation song from around ten years ago…the silly Vitamin C one, where she’s singing how no matter what happens we’ll all be friends forever.  The one line that kept circling in my head was, “So we talked all night about the rest of our lives, where we gonna be when we turn 25?”  I remember singing that in highschool and thinking 25 was so far away…ages, in fact, so far in the distance that I couldn’t even see it.  25, actually, is three weeks and six days away.  Where am I?

I’m in a damn good place.  I like my life.  And though it isn’t exactly traditional, it’s perfect for me.  It’s heading in the right direction, and I feel completely in control.  I know what I want, therefore, I will go get it.

From there, since my birthday is always my own personal summer kick-off, I decided I wanted to make a Summer Playlist.  Maybe that will tie in with graduation songs, of which I have plenty.

Music is amazing.  It makes you feel…it makes you dance…it helps you say things you wouldn’t be able to say otherwise.

When words fail…music speaks.

Happy graduation, all my young friends.  The world is giant and waiting for you.  Have lots of fun.

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2 Jun

The original name of this blog was A Year in the Life, a not so cleverly disguised copy of my favorite song from Rent. That year ended almost six months ago. I’ve reached a stalemate in my mind. I don’t write enough; I feel a little guilty about that every day. But lately these guilty feelings have actually begun to inspire me to do things, instead of just sitting there sulking in my brain. I want to get out and do something, not just sit around and dream and make plans. I want to take control, make a difference, say I’m doing something worthwhile and real. Something tangible. Something that I can point to and say, “Yes. That’s mine. I did that.”

So today is my 24th birthday. Birthdays are important in this family – from the time I was born, great planning went into every June 2nd and it always turned out beautifully. Mom always went out of her way to make my birthday special. There was the time she surprised my friends and me with a limo ride around Atlanta, I think when I was 10 or 11. She turned the living room into Paris for my 20th birthday. And for my 22nd, I helped her convert the back patio into our own little restaurant, complete with little cafe lights and bottled soda in tin buckets.

We videotaped all of my birthday activities from the time I was born until I was seven. I watch them every year; it’s become tradition, and June 2nd wouldn’t feel quite right if I didn’t sit in my favorite comfy chair and watch my little self running around on the screen in front of me. It’s amazing how these days intertwine and all feel the same.

Mom and I just got back from lunch; tonight, we will hit Pozole, this amazing margarita bar in the Highlands, for drinks and dinner. I thought I’d finish this post now, before the warm buzz I always get from tequila kicks in. Another year down, this one much different from all the rest. School is over (for now), I’m working every day, I moved into my first place, I broke up with my first boyfriend. There’s so much material here, waiting for me to sort it all out into piles and start writing…waiting for me to find the common threads, to learn the lessons, to gain experience and knowledge. I think it’s finally time. Time…to stand up, or grow up, to step faithfully into the future and carpe the shit out of the diem. So here we go.