Reset button

I think it's time for me to push the reset button on this blog. 

Here's how my blogging cycle goes-I have an idea, I make a "I'm back and I hope to write more I promise!!!11!!!" post, then I run out of ideas, and then this blog runs dormant as spam comments fill up my inbox so quickly that it makes me dizzy. 

So here is my reset on this blog without the promise that I will update regularly. I mean, I hope to write more now that I'm out of college, have a full-time job and as a result, need an outlet to improve my writing and make my voice sound like less of a ramble of ideas (who am I kidding!). However, I can always hope to make this blog more integrated in my life as I head into Chapter 3 in my life. 

Let's see where this takes me.

My last semester

Hello, checking in again!

So I sit here 3 months after my last post (oops!) pondering what I'm going to make of my last semester in school. Weird for me is that my last semester is going to be 100% work experience with few seminars. No more lectures, no more hurrying to do readings at the last minute and (thankfully) no more exams.

This transition is going to be weird for several reasons. Weird in that I get to pretend to go to work for 3 1/2 months and yet, I can still participate in undergrad life as I am still an undergrad. Also, I have to wear real work clothes (in which I will update in a future post). The part that really hasn't hit me yet is that a lot of kids that I went to school with will no longer be there because they've already started their post-grad lives. So the days in which you can scroll through your phone book and just call up someone and say "Hey let's meet for lunch at Chipotle" are over because they're already at work...and technically, so am I.

Also, my new project is to make new friends as an adult. This sounds like an impossible task because a lot most people make these kinds of relationships in college. I have no idea how to go about with this except to go to work, make connections and sometimes, hit up a bar but I can make this happen. I will push my anxieties aside and make this work!

Anywho, this was such a pointless post except to put my thoughts together. After I get ready for my second internship today (eek!) I'll prepare that work clothes post as soon as I press the publish button! :D

Be great!

Depression sucks

This is one of those posts where I expose my vulnerabilities and feelings. Therefore, without a hint of irony, it will be behind a cut.

Shopping for jeans without feeling defeated #1

I don't have time for all of this! 

Jeans shopping is a miserable, mundane, demoralizing process that could eat up your entire day if you're not careful (I wish I were exaggerating!). First, I would find a pair of jeans, and look at the size. If it's the size I wanted, cool, I would head straight for the fitting room. The fitting room is where all the over-analyzing starts: you suddenly start thinking to yourself that you're either:

• Too small
• Too tall
• Your legs are too long
• You're legs are too short
• You're too thin
• You're too big 
• This is not a body criticism, this just proves how much longer you can go on.

So, what if size didn't matter? Yes, I know, saying "size doesn't matter" doesn't help our body issues. That saying is so tired that I can't stand to hear it-in fact I'm mad at myself for even typing that phrase. However, there are some women that unconsciously tie self-esteem to a number on a tag on a piece of clothing. Doing this means that your self-esteem may change even when you're comparing two pairs of jeans from the same company.

So how to get rid of this frustration? Yesterday, I had an epiphany. In 20 minutes of jean shopping, I made up four five three several important points to remember when you are jeans shopping so that you won't waste your energy trying on jeans that frankly, you wouldn't want to try on in the first place!  Once again, I have too much to say, so I have to break up the posts...again. I need to discover the art of brevity -.-