A Year? Let's Try a Month

I'm going to try and blog every day for a year? Okay, I'm taking things a month at a time. So for January, I'm going to blog every day. I'm already regretting this decision.

Don't worry, I always regret these kinds of decisions, but eventually appreciate it if I stick it out.

Tonight it was 11:25 and I realized I still had half an hour before midnight. I asked my friends why New Year's Eve was so much more exciting in high school. I was told it's because in high school it was exciting to stay up late in the first place that doing anything else was just a bonus. But now that we live on our own it's just us choosing to stay up late. Which isn't as fun. Now that I have the ability to stay up late I appreciate getting a good night's sleep.

Is that what being an adult is? It's too early in the new year to have an existential crisis.

HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Confession Session (Netflix)

I feel safe enough to admit this here: I watch Star Trek.

A friend of mine was talking about starting a new TV show and shyly mentioned the name. I jumped right on it. I had been wanting to watch it mainly out of curiosity. So, here we were. Two young ladies in our twenties. Agreeing that we would watch this 60's sci-fi TV show together over the course of a few months. The next time we got together we selected the pilot and away we went.

It was crazy. Pushing aside the innovative special effects (for the time, obviously) and the fact that there was an African American woman being portrayed on TV as something other than a maid or less, it was a good episode of a TV show. There were little bits of humor interspersed a very unexpected plotline.

We're about ten episodes in and each episodes starts in a way that you can't anticipate the ending. One episode starts off where they're investigating this frozen planet where they find dead bodies in a  research station. Turns out that they got infected by a disease where their inhibitions are lowered and SPOCK CRIES. Let me repeat. SPOCK CRIES. Even if you've never seen an episode or any movie version you know that that's weird. And, it turns out, completely hilarious.

Also, my friend and I have decided that there must be a running gag that in every episode someone tries to impersonate Captain Kirk. That's probably the only predictable plot point in each episode. And now it's just become fun trying to figure out when it'll happen and who will discover it's not the real Kirk (let's be real, it's almost always Spock).

I'm a little sad that when I mention I watch Star Trek people just scoff. Because it's a genuinely good show and I wish more people would take the time to give it a try. On the other hand, then it's like I have this secret that only a few people really know about. Only the select few who care enough to travel back in time. And forward in time. And space. HAHA GET IT?

Wish List (Technology Edition)

I was talking to someone about what I would do if I had unlimited money. As shallow as it is, these were the first things I thought of:

1. External Hard drive - I have a laptop full of footage. I would love to get rid of it.
2. DSLR camera - It would be great to have anice camera, and something nice to record videos upon. Instead of, you know, my webcam of iPod Touch.
3. A smart phone - "HAHA, look at her Kyocera!" What? You've never heard of a Kyocera? I'm not surprised.

I'm sure that I'll update this as the years go on. But right now, that's all I can think of. Also, I revised my scenario after talking with my friend. Her first act was going to try to jail the Taliban. So I decided my scenario was actually if I won $1,000 dollars.

New Hire Woes

I recently was hired part time to help do A/V work at an organization. There's a lot of sound boarding, a lot of talking to people, and a lot of watching my boss do things.

That last one is bothersome for two reasons:
1. I know that I have a lot of this skills they're looking for (I think that's why they hired me) so I know I can do things. And yet, no one trusts me to do anything on my own.
2. There are few things I find more frustrating than having to sit back and watch someone do something worse than I would.

I'm not trying to be arrogant, I just know where some of my gifts lie. So it's hard watching my boss type up something that's not even formatted consistently. I just want to scream, "DON'T YOU KNOW KNOW HOW TO FORMAT?!" but instead I refrain myself and sit demurely in a chair. Over and over. Watching typo by typo go by without saying a word.

Ah, the joys of being a new hire. I know I'm complaining. I know. I also want it to be known that I am grateful to have a job. It's just this weird waiting for people to trust me period that's kind of annoying.

Wish List (Career Edition)

Here are some jobs (some real, some made up) that I might enjoy at some point in my life:

1. Talk show host - Get to incessantly ask people questions and no one can get mad because that's my JOB.

2. Production director - Edit and produce commercials, image sweepers, and whatever else they might have me do. Get to work in a studio and choose if I want to talk to people or hide away in my studio.

3. Travel writer - Attempt to write funny things about new places and get to go to new places.

4. Video blogger - Live my every day life and somehow people are entertained. Get to edit videos all day and try creative ideas.

5. Television writer - Hang out with funny people every day and sometimes make something funny.

6. Podcaster - Somehow make a living by recording WHATEVER I wanted.

7. Discernment counselor - Help others figure out what the next step in their lives might be.

I have no idea what I'm doing with my life right now, but if I could somehow have health benefits with any of those jobs that'd be great. Thank you.

Cocktails, Mount Rushmore, and Slow Dancing

I know some people might find this inappropriate as someone who is currently on a traveling ministry team. However, I still have grand dreams of becoming a cocktail connoisseur. I started having them when I first turned 21 and had ideas of what my life with alcohol would look like. I imagined something similar to a scene from Sex and the City. One of the scenes where Carrie is at a trendy bar while Samantha is hitting on the bartender as he's making them free cocktails. Well, that image never came true for me. But now, as my year on team ends, I have new images. Where I'm living with a few other girls my age and we try new cocktails every once in a while.

I would also like to record that I'm sitting in a room in Lodi, California as my host parents (both in their 70's and newlyweds) are watching a documentary about Mount Rushmore. I really thought the documentary was over. There was inspirational music that swelled and a brilliant ending quote, "It's not a joke, not a dream. But it's real. It happened." But now they're starting a whole new segment about the sculptor's son. (Also, I just learned that the entire project cost $982,983.82. So.)

Another dream I have is of marriage. I don't know if I'll ever get married. My teammate is trying to set me up with one of his best friends from back home. It's pretty convenient for him that we're actually going to his home this Saturday. And that we'll be there for a week. One of the many distractions I have in my life.

Part of that dream of marriage includes dancing in our room every night. But not just dancing. Dancing to slow, sad break up songs. I have no idea how this came to be, but I find them incredibly romantic. No reason why, since they lament the opposite of love. Two of my favorites are Last Kiss by Taylor Swift (guys 3/4 time, the most dreamy of time signatures) and Me Without You by The Band Perry.

The First of Many, One Would Hope

It's so hot in this room. My face is the kind of sweaty you get after jogging for five minutes. And it's not even that hot here in California. Did I mention I was in California? Orange County to be specific. Dana Point to be even more specific.

My friend, Hannah, and I drove up to Laguna Beach. Have you ever been there? It's like the TV show, but with more people that aren't quite as pretty. That's a really harsh thing to say, but it's true. I mean, no one watching TV is going to watch a group of average (but still beautiful) teenagers going about their daily lives. Like, ew. Who wants that?

My goal while I'm here in Dana Point (we leave Friday) is to see a celebrity. You know, someone I've seen on a screen of any kind. Preferably a theater or TV screen. But I'd be cool with seeing some YouTuber. Trust me, I understand the lack of depth in that personal goal.

I have to wake up in seven hours. And for most people that's a pretty decent night's sleep. But not when you spend three hours of your day working with 100 kids. I know, I'm some weird enigma working in a town that I'm leaving in three days.

This is my first post on this nice, fresh new blog (the old one is now resting in peace). It's kind of invigorating knowing no one I know is going to read this. I'm sure at some point I'll write something really clever so I'll HAVE to link to this on my Facebook page. And then people will know you exist. But for now you're just my creative outlet where I can write whatever I want.

If I wanted to I could use this blog to complain and whine about all of the "terrible" things going on in my life. I wrote terrible in quotes because I have such miniscule problems compared to a majority of the world. My problems are so far from severe.

If I wanted to I could use this blog to attempt to write humorous anecdotes in the hopes that my self-perceived charm and wit will be noticed by people.

If I wanted to I could use this blog to compose poetry and prose that would no doubt be terrible and constantly rhyming. If I try to write anything "free" like that I always end up rhyming every line, if possible. It's like my brain still needs some pattern to it, otherwise it just feels unnatural.

What I'm trying to say is that I don't know what this blog will be.