come on baby, light my fire

Lately I've needed a fire lit under my bum to get me going. It's so weird because you think at this point in my life I'd be rip-roarin' and ready to get things done. Instead, I've needed something to push me to move. So annoying.

The examples are many: applying for jobs, writing this blog, figuring out what I'm wearing for graduation, writing papers for class...you know, the usuals.

A few weeks ago I saw a posting for an internship that caught my eye and I IMMEDIATELY wrote a bomb cover letter and e-mailed them my resume. I heard back from them, interviewed and waited. I felt pretty good about the interview--what they needed the intern to do was nothing beyond what I know how to do. Well, they picked someone else for the position. No biggie though...I wouldn't want to drive to that office everyday and the vibe wasn't completely great.

I interviewed for another internship last week and it went so much better than the first. Practice helps, ya know? Everything about it seems ideal. I'm afraid to get my hopes up and I am probably jinxing myself by writing about it here. They've had close to 50 applicants and can only take 6. Sweet.

If that doesn't work out, something else will. It's not the end of the world if I don't have my plans finalized by May 9, it will just require a lame response to my friends' parents' questions about what I'm doing with my life. Whatev, everyone knows the economy sucks and it's the worst time ever to be looking for employment.

As for my papers that need to be written, ehh, they can wait. I'd rather have roommate-bonding time and nap time than essay time. I'll graduate, it's NBD.

I was freaking out trying to find a dress to wear for graduation. I spent a good chunk of my Friday afternoon in the Hulen Mall trying to find a dress. All I came away with were two sale items from Express. I thought I had found a great dress today but as I was in the check-out line at the department store, I got warm and uncomfortable and realized the dress I was about to spend a good amount of money on wasn't what I had set out to find--I was settling.

AHHHH, the symbolism.

I came home, thought some more about what I'd wear, and then I realized I had a dress in my closet that I hadn't even taken the tags off of! Ridiculous! I tried it on, had it OK'ed by my roommates and now I am set.

I wonder if this is a metaphor for other things in my life. We shall see.

I had inspiration for another blog entry tonight...but I will wait for tomorrow to write it. It's reflective and insightful--everything my essays for class should be.

And now, the picture. I was in Sadler Hall the other day and walked over the TCU crest on the floor, which reminded me of this picture that my dad took back in 2005. Enjoy!



love!