As I was sitting here this morning sipping on a nice cuppa tea and reading my first tweets of the day, one of my fellow tweeters, followers, friends (or whatever you choose to call the people in which you converse via the Twitter world) had posted a link to what is known as a 'tweet cloud'. Intrigued, I clicked on the link and discovered that this tweet cloud collects the words used most within your tweets by either day, week, months, or within the last year. Being the complete word nerd that I am, creating one of these was obviously necessary.
Choosing a time frame was easy enough considering my curiosity for learning what words dominated one of the most stressful, thrilling years of my life! Within a few short clicks of a button, the past year of my tweeting life was organized first in order of most used words and then neatly into a colorful cloud of words (found here):
http://tweetcloud.icodeforlove.com/southerndreamer/69222
Here are the Top Tweeting Ten highlights:
1. The fact that LOVE is my most used tweeting word is both perfect and completely comical. I wish you knew how many times people have brought up the fact that I am what some would refer to as a 'love whore'. Sure, I'm a lover of the word love and I just love to use it whenever I lovin' can! I figure if that's the word most associated with my name, I'm not doing too shabby in this life.
2, 3, 4, 5. Time, Night, Life, Dissertation...these four words pretty much sum up what the mass majority of the last year of my life revolved around. Time for this deadline, time for that one; more sleepless nights than I ever care to remember; and it all lead up to the ultimate ruler of the 25th(ish) year of my life...the 'dreaded' dissertation. Yup, sounds about right to me!
6. Watching. Wow. This tweet cloud is showing my soul! I'm always watching. It's one of my all time favorite activities...people watching, watching films, watching life happen all around. The problem here sometimes becomes that I get caught up in watching, rather than living.
7, 8, 9. Happy, London, Days. I decided to group these into one category because I'm not sure that anything could more accurately describe my life and LOVE for that city. Happy London Days pretty much says it all!
10. Sweet. The fact that this word rounded out my Top Tweeting Ten actually surprised me a bit. Not because I'm against the word because it is in fact, a very 'sweet' word. Apparently, I'm just unaware of my extreme use of this word in my everyday descriptions of this 'sweet' life.
Further Tweet Cloud inspection can be summed up with the last year of my life apparently being filled with quality music and films. I must have run off coffee from the exhaustion of no sleep due to writing research causing my brain to go crazy and completely dreading the mornings when my body didn't feel ready to face the day! I spent many tonights hahahaing with amazing friends, talking about the pretty people and waiting on what the tomorrows would bring. I'm a girl with a lovely life, always feeling with my whole heart. I hear about news, write words, and dream of the world outside of Nashville, always missing London and looking forward to getting back to the true home of my heart soon. It's gonna be hard darlin to leave people behind but everyone knows I think mainly with my heart and not my head. But they know the life I hope for and know I will check in on them no matter where I am in this world. Oh, and I'm apparently very polite, always using my dears, pleases, and thank yous.
I can now safely say that tweeting your life away DOES in fact breed self-discovery. So how about all you twitter haters put that in your pipe and smoke it!
Peace, Love, & Chicken Grease
Beks
"By all means use sometimes to be alone. Salute thyself; see what thy soul doth wear." ~George Herbert
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
The decision to move back to London is FINAL. Visa information and applications are underway and the saving of pennies has commenced, which basically means that I am the happiest lil lady that this world might possibly have ever seen! However, the big move isn’t until next summer so as I’ve previously mentioned, I plan on fully making the most of my time here on southern soil. I shall also be using the next 7 months as one big giant self-improvement project because let me tell you, grad school did a real number on my mind, body, and spirit! So I’m counting on you lovely folks for support and the occasional kick in the ass when I start slacking, as I am fully aware that I do require those from time to time.
So here are the basics:
This ragged, abused, lazy body of mine MUST be whipped into shape! A gym must be joined and these muscles must be utilized. I’m certain they feel neglected after a yearlong hiatus from the world of exercise and overall well-being. Apparently sitting on your tookus in front of glowing computer screen while eating cheap junk food to survive the torture that is grad school doesn’t exactly do a body good. Shocking, I know! I could probably count the number of times I’ve worked out over the last year and belieeeeeeve me, my body has suffered the consequences. While I (miraculously) haven’t gained any weight, I know how my clothes are supposed to fall on my body and they sure aren’t fallin’ right. I’m ready for a change and my body is aching for one…literally! Not to mention, if I'm gonna be dragging my arse all over Europe next summer, I want it to be a toned one!
Bonus: This physical change will no doubt, have a positive effect on the weary mind and tainted spirit. My brain was sent into overdrive and pushed to its absolute limit! I was challenged every step of the way and have learned that I am capable of much more than I ever thought. However, I think it deserves a break and by break I mean that I am going to allow it to run free…reading, writing, and exploring the world, all for pleasure! On the other hand, the mind and I have a few things we need to work on as well. For example, my unexplained and misplaced guilt issues (which cause me to think I should probably have been Catholic).
As for the ole spirit, well let’s just say that while it may not have been completely broken by grad school and some rough patches this past year, it certainly has some cracks that need to be mended. I’m already seeing the progress in this area but when it comes to a few certain areas (i.e. matters of the heart, men, my reign as Queen of Unrequited Love, etc), I can’t seem to keep it lifted. I’m pretty much as hopeless as the hopeless romantics can get and I don’t even want to get started on my pathetic excuse for a dating life. Pardon me, my NON-EXISTENT dating life. I know, I know, it’s probably not the right time for me to be meeting a specific someone with the move back across the pond approaching in the not to distant future but the lack of companionship does wear on the heart at times. Granted, I have officially decided that Tennessee has something to do with it because it’s a proven fact that I’m appreciated more ANYWHERE but here. True story, theory tested, proven FACT! In other words, I guess I should just suck it up for the time being and look forward to taking steps in that area of my life when the timing is right and focus on lifting the spirits elsewhere for now? Yes?
So what I’m asking of you, my dahlings is that you take the time out every so often to check in and see how I’m coming along. A little support always helps keep me motivated and accountable. So get your words and boots ready because I will be the first to admit that I’m going to need you to give me a swift kick along the way to remind me what I’m working for…a healthier, happier, balanced, improved version of yours truly.
Peace, Love, & Chicken Grease
Beks
“It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will” – Sam Cooke
So here are the basics:
This ragged, abused, lazy body of mine MUST be whipped into shape! A gym must be joined and these muscles must be utilized. I’m certain they feel neglected after a yearlong hiatus from the world of exercise and overall well-being. Apparently sitting on your tookus in front of glowing computer screen while eating cheap junk food to survive the torture that is grad school doesn’t exactly do a body good. Shocking, I know! I could probably count the number of times I’ve worked out over the last year and belieeeeeeve me, my body has suffered the consequences. While I (miraculously) haven’t gained any weight, I know how my clothes are supposed to fall on my body and they sure aren’t fallin’ right. I’m ready for a change and my body is aching for one…literally! Not to mention, if I'm gonna be dragging my arse all over Europe next summer, I want it to be a toned one!
Bonus: This physical change will no doubt, have a positive effect on the weary mind and tainted spirit. My brain was sent into overdrive and pushed to its absolute limit! I was challenged every step of the way and have learned that I am capable of much more than I ever thought. However, I think it deserves a break and by break I mean that I am going to allow it to run free…reading, writing, and exploring the world, all for pleasure! On the other hand, the mind and I have a few things we need to work on as well. For example, my unexplained and misplaced guilt issues (which cause me to think I should probably have been Catholic).
As for the ole spirit, well let’s just say that while it may not have been completely broken by grad school and some rough patches this past year, it certainly has some cracks that need to be mended. I’m already seeing the progress in this area but when it comes to a few certain areas (i.e. matters of the heart, men, my reign as Queen of Unrequited Love, etc), I can’t seem to keep it lifted. I’m pretty much as hopeless as the hopeless romantics can get and I don’t even want to get started on my pathetic excuse for a dating life. Pardon me, my NON-EXISTENT dating life. I know, I know, it’s probably not the right time for me to be meeting a specific someone with the move back across the pond approaching in the not to distant future but the lack of companionship does wear on the heart at times. Granted, I have officially decided that Tennessee has something to do with it because it’s a proven fact that I’m appreciated more ANYWHERE but here. True story, theory tested, proven FACT! In other words, I guess I should just suck it up for the time being and look forward to taking steps in that area of my life when the timing is right and focus on lifting the spirits elsewhere for now? Yes?
So what I’m asking of you, my dahlings is that you take the time out every so often to check in and see how I’m coming along. A little support always helps keep me motivated and accountable. So get your words and boots ready because I will be the first to admit that I’m going to need you to give me a swift kick along the way to remind me what I’m working for…a healthier, happier, balanced, improved version of yours truly.
Peace, Love, & Chicken Grease
Beks
“It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will” – Sam Cooke
Saturday, October 24, 2009
I Got a City Love
"Holy Schnike! I have a life again. Which sounds amazing and is amazing. However, with a life, comes time and with time comes thinking.... lots and lots o’ thinking.
The most constant of thoughts, involves my beloved Anglo lover and by Anglo lover, I mean London. I miss it with every breath I take. EVERY breath. That city changed me in every way imaginable. It didn’t just steal my heart; it became a part of my soul. There are days when the memories of it completely consume me. Days where I can hear my heart beating to the rhythm of rain splashing the pavement and feel the swoooooosh of an approaching train on my face. No matter what kind of day I was having when I lived in London, I would walk through the streets in awe of the fact that a place could give me butterflies everyday of my life. I could be crying and destitute and still feel completely elated by merely stepping out to discover the city and knowing that I belong there. I could go on and on about the days I spent with my geographical companion, some wildly adventurous, some just ordinarily beautiful, and all equally life changing in their own way.
While I often get frustrated with myself for moving back to the south, I know I came back for a reason...whether I fully understand why at this point or not. Tennessee will always be my home but I can safely say that I know it isn’t where I belong. I left my heart in London, exactly where it’s meant to be. I can’t go on living my life for others or out of guilt. I have to learn that I don’t always have to be everywhere and everything for everyone all the time. I too deserve to be happy even if my version of happy takes me across an ocean and away from so many of my loved ones. I have to remind myself that I can still be the same family/friend even with a tiiiiiiiny little Atlantic Ocean in the way.
Luckily, that masters degree that nearly killed me will pay off in the form of a two-year visa in my dear England. Operation extend visa has now commenced and will involve much planning, serious funding, and paperwork excitement...a labor of love! So if all goes accordingly, the potential plan is to cross back over the pond next June for European backpacking adventures, graduation celebrations, and life back in London. *Fingers crossed*
Until that moment, I shall be soaking up all the family and friend fun I can get! It’s time to discover what this little city has to offer me. So bring on the new places and faces…I’m ready to make the most of this experience!
Peace, Love, & Chicken Grease
Beks
"When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.”
Samuel Johnson
The most constant of thoughts, involves my beloved Anglo lover and by Anglo lover, I mean London. I miss it with every breath I take. EVERY breath. That city changed me in every way imaginable. It didn’t just steal my heart; it became a part of my soul. There are days when the memories of it completely consume me. Days where I can hear my heart beating to the rhythm of rain splashing the pavement and feel the swoooooosh of an approaching train on my face. No matter what kind of day I was having when I lived in London, I would walk through the streets in awe of the fact that a place could give me butterflies everyday of my life. I could be crying and destitute and still feel completely elated by merely stepping out to discover the city and knowing that I belong there. I could go on and on about the days I spent with my geographical companion, some wildly adventurous, some just ordinarily beautiful, and all equally life changing in their own way.
While I often get frustrated with myself for moving back to the south, I know I came back for a reason...whether I fully understand why at this point or not. Tennessee will always be my home but I can safely say that I know it isn’t where I belong. I left my heart in London, exactly where it’s meant to be. I can’t go on living my life for others or out of guilt. I have to learn that I don’t always have to be everywhere and everything for everyone all the time. I too deserve to be happy even if my version of happy takes me across an ocean and away from so many of my loved ones. I have to remind myself that I can still be the same family/friend even with a tiiiiiiiny little Atlantic Ocean in the way.
Luckily, that masters degree that nearly killed me will pay off in the form of a two-year visa in my dear England. Operation extend visa has now commenced and will involve much planning, serious funding, and paperwork excitement...a labor of love! So if all goes accordingly, the potential plan is to cross back over the pond next June for European backpacking adventures, graduation celebrations, and life back in London. *Fingers crossed*
Until that moment, I shall be soaking up all the family and friend fun I can get! It’s time to discover what this little city has to offer me. So bring on the new places and faces…I’m ready to make the most of this experience!
Peace, Love, & Chicken Grease
Beks
"When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford.”
Samuel Johnson
Friday, July 31, 2009
Whistlin' a different tune...in the key of G(reen) sharp.
Oh sweet maple, it has finally happened! The universe has decided to give me a chance to prove that I am, in fact, an intelligent, hireable person after all. What a relief! For a minute there, I thought that heaping pile of school loans was going to be a massive monetary waste. However, by some stroke of much needed luck or long overdue good karma, I have managed to land one helluva sweet internship!
I’m not sure which plea to the powers that be got through but it just goes to prove that persistence (and whining) pays off. As of September, I shall be embarking on what could only be described as a tailor-made internship opportunity for yours truly. I’m entering a work world where my passion for music and the arts meets social change. My brain will be a churning and all of this higher education will finally be put to good use. It gives me the urge to start singing “I’m So Excited” in true Jessie Spano fashion! Sans the freak out moment and speed, obviously, but you get the drift. Excitement…lots and lots of excitement.
So what pray tell, shall this arts lovin’, social change promoting diva be lending her (slightly delusional, yet brilliant) mind to? Check it out for yourselves folks:
http://www.blacksmoke.org/danger/
OR
My job description in a nutshell: Gaining support, momentum, and musical contributions in preparation for the big U.S. launch next year…Not to shabby for Beka, I tell you.
Next on the agenda…a job that pays the bills (and contributes to my European savings jar) and finishing that dissertation! Man, oh man, will I be in business then.
Oh! If you want to be a real gem and make my future job easier, you should go click on that Facebook link I so conveniently provided above and become a fan. It’s easy peasy lemon squeezy…
Now go be Green & Gorgeous!
Peace, Love, & Chicken Grease.
Beks
Friday, July 10, 2009
The stuff dreams are made of...
As many of you may or may not know, I recently made an announcement of a "Top Secret Life-changing Mega Plan". Well, the wait is over folks and all shall now be revealed.
Since my return to American soil, I have been on a roller coaster of emotions. This tends to happen after major moves, particularly on an international scale...reverse culture shock, they call it. Despite having gone through this on a relatively smaller scale twice before, I don't believe it's something one ever gets used to. Granted, coming from the south, most anywhere is going to be an extreme shock of culture, due to our very Southern way of life, a way of life that I know and love, a way of life like no other. It's my home, my roots, the very center of my being. However, with that being said, I have and always will long to see more. While the south may be my heart, traveling the world is the blood pumping through my veins...the very thing that keeps my heart going.
After reading a friends blog ( http://www.lifewithoutpants.com/lifes-cheat-code/the-god-mode-mindset ), I decided then and there that I have to start living life on MY terms. I'm tired of living a certain way just because that's what is expected of me. I know that some of you may find this confusing as you probably thought I was kinda sorta maybe already doing that. The truth is...I haven't been. Yes, there have been moments or glimpses of what I want my life to be and where I would like to see it go, i.e. all my moving adventures. The thing is, well, most of those choices were made to please others in a very round about please Beka at the same time way.
Despite what anyone may think, my decision to do the grad school thing was not because of some intense desire to get a masters in Events Management or really even to further my education. Basically, I wanted to move back to London and grad school was more of a means to an end than the actual goal itself. Don't get me wrong, I'm truly happy with my choice to do so and it was one of the best decisions that I've ever made but I'm trying to make the point that I keep making decisions based on what others expect from me and society in general. They expect us to get educated, put some roots down, get a proper job, get the man, have the babies...which I want to do...eventually...when it's right. The fact of the matter...I'm not quite sure it's right yet. I've still got dreams I need to accomplish on my own before I can see myself in that life and even then I highly doubt I'll do anything the traditional way.
Hence, the BIG plan.
Riding along after a day of relaxing under the clouds, Beebe (the BFF) and I were gabbing away as usual. Subject of the ride: planning a trip back to London for my graduation next June. I mentioned that since we were going to be in the European neck of woods, we should haul our southern asses on down for a grand Italian adventure and pop by to see my old flatmate, Tabata. One ramble lead to another and by the time we glided into park, the BIG plan was in motion...
BeeKa Does Europe:
So here's the plan. The next 10 or so months are basically going to consist of a whole LOT of working our knuckles to the bone...or maybe something less dramatic and painful. Point is...mass quantities of money must be saved by means of two jobs or one really really amazing paying job. THEN comes the Life-changing part. Although it should probably be noted that Beebs and I working 2 jobs and saving money instead of blowing it left and right could and probably should be considered life-changing. But on to the good stuff...Beebe and I are taking on Europe! As of now, the plan is to spend two to three (or more) months backpacking through 12 countries (thus far) including our stop in London to watch me grab that masters degree.
So how is this grand plan life-changing, you might ask. Aside from the obvious seeing the world, experiencing different cultures, stepping outside the comfort zone, meeting new and intriguing people fabulousness, we have a motive. Seeing as Beebe and I are travelin' fools, we've been scheming for years upon years about how exactly we could combine our passion with some money in the pocket. Many an idea has come and gone but there is one that has never left the mind and now we've tweaked it into what we think is pure perfection and we're taking the plunge!
Basically, this BIG plan is all a lead up to us pitching a travel show! The details are going to remain on lock down for obvious reasons but I will say that it is pure GENIUS...an absolute original. Our entire European adventure is going to be documented via video and blog, which will be an obvious part of the pitch when we return. Call us crazy if you wish but I'm just doing what I've always wanted to do....living out the life I've imagined! I'm ready to take a risk and if I fall at least I fall trying for something I have an intense passion for rather than sitting around always wandering what if? I'm done with what ifs and shoulda coulda wouldas. If all we end up with after this trip is the journey itself, I will still count myself lucky because at least I did it my way, on my terms.
"It's a shame to be caught up in something that doesn't make you absolutely tremble with joy."
~Julie Child
Peace, Love, & Chicken Grease
Beks
Since my return to American soil, I have been on a roller coaster of emotions. This tends to happen after major moves, particularly on an international scale...reverse culture shock, they call it. Despite having gone through this on a relatively smaller scale twice before, I don't believe it's something one ever gets used to. Granted, coming from the south, most anywhere is going to be an extreme shock of culture, due to our very Southern way of life, a way of life that I know and love, a way of life like no other. It's my home, my roots, the very center of my being. However, with that being said, I have and always will long to see more. While the south may be my heart, traveling the world is the blood pumping through my veins...the very thing that keeps my heart going.
After reading a friends blog ( http://www.lifewithoutpants.com/lifes-cheat-code/the-god-mode-mindset ), I decided then and there that I have to start living life on MY terms. I'm tired of living a certain way just because that's what is expected of me. I know that some of you may find this confusing as you probably thought I was kinda sorta maybe already doing that. The truth is...I haven't been. Yes, there have been moments or glimpses of what I want my life to be and where I would like to see it go, i.e. all my moving adventures. The thing is, well, most of those choices were made to please others in a very round about please Beka at the same time way.
Despite what anyone may think, my decision to do the grad school thing was not because of some intense desire to get a masters in Events Management or really even to further my education. Basically, I wanted to move back to London and grad school was more of a means to an end than the actual goal itself. Don't get me wrong, I'm truly happy with my choice to do so and it was one of the best decisions that I've ever made but I'm trying to make the point that I keep making decisions based on what others expect from me and society in general. They expect us to get educated, put some roots down, get a proper job, get the man, have the babies...which I want to do...eventually...when it's right. The fact of the matter...I'm not quite sure it's right yet. I've still got dreams I need to accomplish on my own before I can see myself in that life and even then I highly doubt I'll do anything the traditional way.
Hence, the BIG plan.
Riding along after a day of relaxing under the clouds, Beebe (the BFF) and I were gabbing away as usual. Subject of the ride: planning a trip back to London for my graduation next June. I mentioned that since we were going to be in the European neck of woods, we should haul our southern asses on down for a grand Italian adventure and pop by to see my old flatmate, Tabata. One ramble lead to another and by the time we glided into park, the BIG plan was in motion...
BeeKa Does Europe:
So here's the plan. The next 10 or so months are basically going to consist of a whole LOT of working our knuckles to the bone...or maybe something less dramatic and painful. Point is...mass quantities of money must be saved by means of two jobs or one really really amazing paying job. THEN comes the Life-changing part. Although it should probably be noted that Beebs and I working 2 jobs and saving money instead of blowing it left and right could and probably should be considered life-changing. But on to the good stuff...Beebe and I are taking on Europe! As of now, the plan is to spend two to three (or more) months backpacking through 12 countries (thus far) including our stop in London to watch me grab that masters degree.
So how is this grand plan life-changing, you might ask. Aside from the obvious seeing the world, experiencing different cultures, stepping outside the comfort zone, meeting new and intriguing people fabulousness, we have a motive. Seeing as Beebe and I are travelin' fools, we've been scheming for years upon years about how exactly we could combine our passion with some money in the pocket. Many an idea has come and gone but there is one that has never left the mind and now we've tweaked it into what we think is pure perfection and we're taking the plunge!
Basically, this BIG plan is all a lead up to us pitching a travel show! The details are going to remain on lock down for obvious reasons but I will say that it is pure GENIUS...an absolute original. Our entire European adventure is going to be documented via video and blog, which will be an obvious part of the pitch when we return. Call us crazy if you wish but I'm just doing what I've always wanted to do....living out the life I've imagined! I'm ready to take a risk and if I fall at least I fall trying for something I have an intense passion for rather than sitting around always wandering what if? I'm done with what ifs and shoulda coulda wouldas. If all we end up with after this trip is the journey itself, I will still count myself lucky because at least I did it my way, on my terms.
"It's a shame to be caught up in something that doesn't make you absolutely tremble with joy."
~Julie Child
Peace, Love, & Chicken Grease
Beks
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
"Adventures" of the unemployed
First and foremost, I would like to welcome you to my humble blogging abode! I've been meaning to get this up and running for AGES but now that the ages have passed, it's a done deal. I have arrived and life as you know it will never be the same.
DISCLAIMER: If you are in any way offended, scared, or annoyed by spazzy, cheese loving optimistic (well...predominantly) nerds; this probably isn't the place for you. If you dig bigotry, wearing socks with sandals, talking during films, freakishly orange people, or Paris Hilton; please leave quietly and unannounced. If you've made it to this point, I have a feeling this a the beginning of a B-E-A-uuuuutiful blogtastic relationship.
This blog, like myself, is a work in progress...
I've been back from England for just over 6 weeks and find myself sitting on this same corner of soft leather day in and day out. So often do I sit here that I'm quite certain that a Beka-shaped booty imprint is going to be permanently etched. This being jobless thing...well, it's for the birds! I am more than over it and incredibly ready for some fabulous (or mediocre...the lack of funds doesn't really allow for being picky) employer to, in the words of ABBA, "Take a Chance on Me." It's not like I'm expecting my dream job to just fall into my lap but all I'm asking is Dear sweet mother of all that is good and holy, please don't make me go back to waiting tables! Yes, it's good money. Yes, it's a job. Yes, yes, yes, I know all of this. However, this doesn't change the fact that it feels like a huge step backwards after all of the effort and hard work I've put into this masters degree I'm currently working towards. Not to mention, I would much prefer something that is oh, you know, slightly more engaging for the ole grey matter and will actually contribute something useful to my resume. Is that really too much to ask of the universe?! I think not. It must be said, at the risk of sounding slightly boastful, that I would be an excellent employer. I'm intelligent, quick, freakishly organized, and have the work ethic of a Trojan! Just sayin'.
To add to my ever rising stress levels, I do still have this tiny little thing called a dissertation to finish writing. I've got 12 weeks to take that bad boy down, which sounds achievable right? Well, it would be if all motivation for anything and everything masters related hadn't gone into hiding. If you find it, please return immediately. It is sorely missed and my desperation and despair seem to be increasing with each passing day. Before long absolute FREAK OUT mode shall commence...I'll give up, fail my degree, wind up on the street singing shoulda, coulda, woulda's with my out of tune guitar and a mangy mutt as my only companion...all hope will be lost! (Pardon the over-dramatizing but it's my way of coping. To be fair, I did warn you of my spazzy behavior in the above disclaimer.)
Now chuck in loads of movie watching, music discovering, social networking, and boozing away worries...welcome to my world. I vote for an improvement.
Until next time...
Peace, Love, & Chicken Grease.
Beks
DISCLAIMER: If you are in any way offended, scared, or annoyed by spazzy, cheese loving optimistic (well...predominantly) nerds; this probably isn't the place for you. If you dig bigotry, wearing socks with sandals, talking during films, freakishly orange people, or Paris Hilton; please leave quietly and unannounced. If you've made it to this point, I have a feeling this a the beginning of a B-E-A-uuuuutiful blogtastic relationship.
This blog, like myself, is a work in progress...
I've been back from England for just over 6 weeks and find myself sitting on this same corner of soft leather day in and day out. So often do I sit here that I'm quite certain that a Beka-shaped booty imprint is going to be permanently etched. This being jobless thing...well, it's for the birds! I am more than over it and incredibly ready for some fabulous (or mediocre...the lack of funds doesn't really allow for being picky) employer to, in the words of ABBA, "Take a Chance on Me." It's not like I'm expecting my dream job to just fall into my lap but all I'm asking is Dear sweet mother of all that is good and holy, please don't make me go back to waiting tables! Yes, it's good money. Yes, it's a job. Yes, yes, yes, I know all of this. However, this doesn't change the fact that it feels like a huge step backwards after all of the effort and hard work I've put into this masters degree I'm currently working towards. Not to mention, I would much prefer something that is oh, you know, slightly more engaging for the ole grey matter and will actually contribute something useful to my resume. Is that really too much to ask of the universe?! I think not. It must be said, at the risk of sounding slightly boastful, that I would be an excellent employer. I'm intelligent, quick, freakishly organized, and have the work ethic of a Trojan! Just sayin'.
To add to my ever rising stress levels, I do still have this tiny little thing called a dissertation to finish writing. I've got 12 weeks to take that bad boy down, which sounds achievable right? Well, it would be if all motivation for anything and everything masters related hadn't gone into hiding. If you find it, please return immediately. It is sorely missed and my desperation and despair seem to be increasing with each passing day. Before long absolute FREAK OUT mode shall commence...I'll give up, fail my degree, wind up on the street singing shoulda, coulda, woulda's with my out of tune guitar and a mangy mutt as my only companion...all hope will be lost! (Pardon the over-dramatizing but it's my way of coping. To be fair, I did warn you of my spazzy behavior in the above disclaimer.)
Now chuck in loads of movie watching, music discovering, social networking, and boozing away worries...welcome to my world. I vote for an improvement.
Until next time...
Peace, Love, & Chicken Grease.
Beks
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