Yet Another Day One

I have three chief reasons for making another effort at blogging.  First, I am unemployed and have a lot of time on my hands.  Second, everyone else seems to be doing it. Finally, I like the sound of my own voice/whatever the technological translation of that sentiment is. Really though, I’ve made a few previous attempts at blogging in the past, all of which have floated off to wherever it is the projects that I start and inevitably abandon three days after eventually end up. I kind of like the idea that they’re all together out there somewhere, not getting too lonely or worrying about me thinking of them again. 

So although there is no guarantee that I will ever post here again, I’m asking you (you being my imaginary readers, since i just realized that I have never even told anyone about any of the blogs I’ve started and, more importantly, I doubt anyone cares - not that they should. I have very little to say and will most likely ramble about myself. you should probably stop reading this, actually.  Have you checked out stumbleupon.com? Great way to waste time.) to give it a chance. Unless you don’t want to, in which case you have no business here and I ask that you leave.  Good day, sir!

I called this blog The Blank Slate because that’s kind of where I am right now. I won’t ramble ceaselessly about my life/issues, because I honestly want to hear about that less than you do.  (But don’t get comfortable, any potential readers are not safe from my life/issues.  No one is, really.  Ask the guy who was the cashier at Fido on May 26 at 8am.  Poor guy.) Regardless, I like the idea that you can always start over.  In a rare but valuable gem of a real conversation that I had with my dad last spring, he told me that he thinks the key to being happy is never being afraid to change your situation and start over if you’re not happy.  Whether that pertains to your career (ha), job (nothing to change there either), school, friends, or lunch choice, I think he had a point.  For a series of reasons that I won’t divulge now (again, lucky you), I’m at a place right now where I have a chance to start over with regard to an overwhelming majority of the aspects of my life (don’t freak out, don’t freak out). And I want to do it.  I’m going to go new places, hang out with new people, listen to new music (probably not, I still like mine better than yours), find new hobbies, and sleep on a different side of the bed (just kidding, wall side forever). If you are interested in assisting me in any of these endeavors, ask me. I’ll say yes. 

If this blogging ridiculousness is to continue, there will be no format/theme/pattern.  I have no structure in my life and do not see that any reflection of my life should be extended the courtesy of organization. 

For today, I think I’ll give the aforementioned imaginary readers (none of which are gingers) an update on my current projects in the vain hope that the act of writing said projects down will make them somehow more real and therefore more likely to come to fruition.  Do not be too optimistic, my success rate here is devastatingly low. 

1- Finding a job - This is not going well.  Yesterday I thought I had a potential hire in my net (Sweet Cece’s Hillsboro Village please, please please hire me! I will be so smiley and helpful! Please) but it may have swum out, as I have not received a call back today.  Having previously been someone who is generally worthless in terms of contribution to the workforce/society, I was misinformed with regards to the level of difficulty involved in procuring a job without benefits like of any sort of talent or work history.  P.S. thanks, woman who said she’d hire me as a nanny and then quit contacting me back/didn’t answer any of my emails. I’m not pretending to be a math genius, but I am learning a little bit about the effects using your debit card a lot without ever depositing anything can have on the bottom number of my regions.com balance checker.  Oh well, it was about time to delete that from my toolbar anyway. 
2. Starting a blog - BAM. goal achieved. Sort of.  Technically I’m still writing this in Pages (long story short - my microsoft word committed suicide).  But surely I wouldn’t write this all out and then delete it....Right?
3. Reading Cien Años de Soledad by Gabriel Garcia Marquez - This is one of two Spanish books on my summer reading list that I made for myself. (Don’t make fun, nerds need love too!!**) I’m pretty sure my reading comprehension in spanish is très far from where it should be, so I’m attempting to work on it. 
4. Learn all the words to Sorry, Mrs. Jackson by Outkast in order to increase my awesomeness levels - I feel like this is relatively self explanatory and indubitably necessitates action.
5. Working on the book I’m writing - I’m not going to say a lot about that right here.  Suffice it to say, it’s going to be fantastic and is owed more space than a spot on a list in a blog.  In fact, it needs a whole book. 
6. Journaling again - I used to write all the time just about what was going on in my life. I never show it to anyone, but I love it. I love going back and reading what was important to me in mid april of 2007 or whatever.  It helps me work out my endless conundrums (seems like there should be a cooler plural for that word) and generally just makes me feel calm.  Sometimes I get a little freaked out by my life and can’t deal with thinking about how real it is for long enough to write it down; that may have happened lately. 
7. Restart my picture a day project - This was a terrible project for someone who has such problems with commitment/continuity/consecutive brain waves.  But I like it.  I also have a lot of time and a new backup hard drive. And Nashville is absolutely beautiful right now, so there’s really no reason not to. 
8. Do something artsy - I am not functionally artsy. That is to say, there’s an artsy pseudo indie girl inside me who is perpetually drowning in her artsiness because I have not provided her with any talent through which she could channel said artsiness.  Regardless, I have some paints and paintbrushes, so maybe I will sit on the floor in my room and try.  I’ll probably either throw it away or draw stick people on it and put it on our refrigerator and say my cousin made it. Note: of all the things on this list, this is the least likely to happen. 

So wish me luck on those projects. My goal for the day is to work a little on all of them, as I am telling myself the job I interviewed for yesterday is going to call me back so I therefore have no responsibility to go look for new opportunities now (for real, Sweet Cece’s, I’m begging).    

If you just read this whole thing, maybe you should make your own list of things to get working on. Just a suggestion.

**This is actually a lie perpetuated by nerds themselves in order to gain an advantage over their stronger, more street wise non-nerdy counterparts.  Nerds do not need love. They are robots.