Grown Up

I have this roommate, we shall call her Sue for confidentiality. Sue is the craziest person I have ever met. I spend 80% of my time with her wondering how in the heck she comes to the conclusions that she does or where she came up with the nonsense pouring from her mouth. I spend the other 20% of my time laughing. To say the least she is the most humorous person I know.

She is the prime example of what it is like to be entirely comfortable in your own skin. She has a way of being confident without being cocky, and proud of who she is without being vain. I find myself more comfortable with who I am as a result. Today she discovered what it means to be a true adult by using the Quicken program to monitor her money. Who knew that dividing expenses from income could offer such a defining sense of self!

I wonder if I will ever feel grown up. I wonder if I will ever make enough to actually need Quicken, instead of my fingers to do the math. I am in college and while it is socially acceptable to have less than ten bucks or less to call your own, I seem to barely make a car payment or fill up the tank of my car.
For Sue, Quicken has drawn the line between adolescence and adulthood. What is that line for me? Is it the day I stop eating s'mores cereal or laughing at Laffy Taffy jokes? Or is it when I get over the fact that my mom knows everything and I stop calling her every other day? Or is being an adult the day I trade in the old slip on vans for some leather loafers and my beloved USU hoodie for some Banana Republic pea coat? scratch that..... I will never get rid of the vans.

I almost forgot... we had homecoming last weekend and I just wanted to say that it pretty much was amazing! I conveniently have an adorable man friend to dance the night away with and I can't deny the fact that he looks kinda gorgeous all dressed up. The best thing about dances around these parts, is that there are several dance floors and a few live bands to fit any musical taste and offer a fun variety. I must admit that we preferred the big band/ Frank Sinatra sounding band. I have a thing for Frank.

The first day of the rest of my life

September 11, 2007

Welcome to blog one of perhaps a million that you will see from this desk in the coming months. In this cyber-savvy world that we live in, it seems that the every-man voice is getting more hard to hear, thus the creation of the blog. As far as I am concerned, I am a writer, born and bred with a story worth telling and you, you are an information-starved reader who has wisely chosen to spend some time seeing the world through someone Else's eyes. Mine.

So welcome, I hope you find not only what you are looking for but perhaps something more. I hope you find something that makes you think, makes you curious, makes you laugh out loud or hope for something more. I hope most of all, that by being exposed to my stories, that you own will become more valuable, more relevant and more true. After all, we are the storytellers and it is our job to capture the human experience the best we can. This is my attempt.

No one gives you instructions on how to properly blog. I think that that is the beauty of the whole thing. I find it easiest to relate to someone when I know a little about them so here goes....

I'm a student in my home state. I am vigorously in pursuit of a degree in Public Relations and English. I work hard for my school, it is in that work that I have found who I am and really who I have the potential to be.

I'm addicted to snowboarding and wake boarding, hiking, biking and really anything in the mountains I love so much! Of all the books I have read, the Kite Runner and a Thousand Splendid Suns by Kahled Houissini are by far the best. I love my family and a few close friends.

I believe in God. I believe in music and the divine creation that is the Ipod. I laugh more than is necessary and have a tendency to be sarcastic when provoked. I don't respond well before 9 a.m. and I can't live without Dr. Pepper. I work hard, I play hard. I'm happy... What more is there?