4

It took a little time, but I finally got a job. Not that serving wasn't a job, but I actually got a job based on my experience and qualifications and not on my ability to remember who was drinking what and which table asked for the sugar-free syrup. I've been at it for close to two months and I have almost convinced myself that I'm happy behind a desk again...almost.

3

There are a couple of things I really wanted to accomplish during my little sabbatical. I wanted to listen to a slew of old bands I thought I needed to hear more of, I wanted to listen to a lot of new bands that I hadn't taken the time to listen to, I wanted to write more, I wanted to start running again, I wanted to force myself to like carrots and I wanted to sew more. I did all (well, most) of these things- to an extent.

I listened to a few older bands, but I didn't get swept away by the first few, so that was the end of that. I found a couple of new bands and listened to them and had a little more success there, but nothing extraordinary. I wrote a few short stories, but I started a million more than I actually finished. I ran the first few weeks I was unemployed, but then it got cold, so I put that on hold- although as of late I have been gearing back up again. I didn't even try the carrot thing. Ugh. Out of all of those things, the one I waited the longest to start is the one I have been the most consistent with and the one I enjoy the most. I have started sewing. Like, a ton. I haven't used a pattern to make anything yet, but most of the things I have screwed around with and created have turned out decent.

I think can now call myself a sewer. Not to be confused with a sewer. Maybe I should call myself a seamstress. That seems too advanced though. I like sewer better.

2

It's taken me almost a year and a half, but here is entry number two! As much as I would like to say I haven't had enough bad ideas to justify an entry, I can't. I've had countless bad ideas and just as many bad decisions in the last year and a half to write a book, let alone a few blog entries. Probably the most influential bad idea I had during my blogging absence was also the best idea I seemed to have. I quit my job. Sometimes it still seems like it was a colossal mistake, but then I think back to the year and a half of hell and agony and I smile and thank god I am out of that place.

After four months of laying around my house, basking in the glow of the television and reading anything I could get my hands on; I decided I would take a "meantime" job. A disposable job that I could have to keep me busy and put some cash in my pocket until a "real" job came around. So, for a month now, I have been contributing to society as a waitress. It sounds awful and sometimes I feel awful telling people what I do, but actually, it's kind of fun. It's not like a day at Disney World or anything, but I don't dread going to work and I'm starting to get good at it. I haven't been good at something in awhile and I like it.

Weak Justification

There is always so much pressure behind a first blog. The premiere entry that will define this space, justify my reason for being here and for adding to the countless other narcissistic blogs that already exist. I guess I will indulge that notion and explain the title of my blog and why I'm doing this in the first place. Then the first blog will be over.

So, I kept trying to come up with a theme for this blog. I thought of writing a professional blog or a music blog or a stupid girly blog, but every idea I had was overused and just, well, bad. Hence the title. My myspace blog is littered with childish surveys, drunken antics and whatever else I feel like writing. I wanted this blog to invoke some sort of structure in my writing life. Something to aspire to and really concentrate on instead of just plopping something down at an asinine pace. I want to become a better writer and my myspace blog is just assisting me in becoming an entertaining writer. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying I'd like to be a good writer who knows how to entertain.

By the way this is going so far, I can already tell you this is going to have as much structure as a glob of slime. I'm bad at making myself commit to something and then follow through with it. I blame my parents. As a child I was allow to quit absolutely nothing. Not anything and not ever. I took piano lessons for 13 years because I wasn't allowed to quit. I ran track with a case of tendinitis in each of my ankles because I wasn't allowed to quit. I collected over 200 Pez dispensers, a garage full of pig paraphernalia, a million different Peanuts collectible ornaments and countless other heaps of junk, because I wasn't allowed to quit. Now I can't seem to stay with anything. I come up with fantastic new projects that I can't wait to dive into and half-way into them I'm bored, so I quit. Another nod to my title.

Hopefully, I can follow through with this blog and actually tweak my writing skills. I'm not completely convinced, but we'll see...