Dreaming of a White House

I’ve gotten a little behind with everything. Guess that’s what happens when you head to the boonies for 5 days and refuse to access a laptop or Wi-Fi internet while you’re gone. Going home is like a mini vacation for me. So I’m allowed to leave the my online life behind for a few days.

My small part of paradise!

Walking out in the woods on a beautiful fall day will never compare to any day spent entirely on a computer.

I had quite an assortment of dreams last night. One very, very steamy one, and another where I drew on experiences from what is happening in my real, conscious life, and I was President of the United States of America. And they say life doesn’t influence the art we create in our heads. Pffft. I’m actually not sure if that’s true. I may have made that up.

What IS true, however, is a fun fact I read the other day while eating breakfast. Apparently, upon first waking up, if we are going to recall a dream, we remember it in its entirety within the first 10 seconds of waking. Another seven seconds, and we can only recall about 1/4 of it. Within ten minutes of waking, we forget the dream entirely.

Before you do anything else, write it all down. Every single detail.

Fascinating, isn’t it? I’m a little bit different, as I recall bits and pieces of dreams for hours/days/weeks to come after it has been played over in my head. Sometimes, I dream the same dream a couple more times, each time adding on a little bit more than the last time. The mind is an interesting, complicated piece of organized mush. I’m thankful there are people in the world who can cut open a person’s skull, get their fingers in there, probe around and fix the issues that are happening. Someone would crack their skull open near me and I would probably barf from the sound of shattering skull alone.

I’m pretty sure there are a few brain surgeons out there just as good-looking as McDreamy.

I’ll spare you the details of the hot and steamy one. But the POTUS one? I’ll share that one:

“I’m pacing in a back conference room. There’s a long, mahogany table shining in the center of the room, and a rather large flat screen TV is fixed to the wall behind where I am pacing. (All I can think at this point is of Effie Trinket from the Hunger Games yelling her infamous mahogany line.)My hands rest on my hips in my slim-cut navy blue suit, and i just keep pacing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

You tell them, Effie!

Quickly, the door opens, and a younger man steps in. Camera flashes and the shouting of invasive questions burst from the doorway and are quickly shut away once the door is clicked closed behind him. He walks over to me, I stop pacing, and we simply stare at each other. He has the same curly flop of hair that Josh Groban does, but he is tall, dark and handsome. (He has been in my dreams many, many times before, and I can feel my mouth starting to water just thinking about him now.)I continue to stare at him, waiting. After a short time, he lets out a deep and sigh, looks down to the floor, and only shakes his head once: No.

I just want to run my hands through that floppy, curly mess.

Instantly, my eyes fill with tears, and I can’t breathe. (I wasn’t expecting this. POTUS does not cry ever!) He tries to reach a hand out to me, but I quickly step away. ‘Don’t touch me. Don’t ever touch me again.’ He looks at me with concern, but quietly mutters, ‘I’m the reason our country still has a living leader instead of a scorched body to mourn.’ I turn back to him then, walk over to him, and slap him hard across the cheek. (How DARE he?! But I still don’t know what’s going on…)‘That was my family in that plane. I should have been with them,’ I yell at him.

Do you need to be told twice?

The door opens again, another burst of blinding camera flashes, and its my Vice President. He’s come to tell me I need to meet with my Press Secretary to draft a statement as to my whereabouts and why I wasn’t on the plane with them when it crashed. Handsome looks at me, and we exchange a painful look. We knew this affair wouldn’t result in anything good for either of us. (Don’t you know you never sleep with someone you work with?!) Never did I imagine it would end with my family dying in a plane crash while I got it on with Handsome here in the fake Oval Office (you know, the one the tours are led through. Not the ACTUAL Oval Office. Too many things of value there.) Nor did I imagine that a private tour was being conducted at the same time my legs would wrap around his waist. (Twitter-verse must have been in heaven.)

The most coveted office in all of the world.

I nod, and prepare to follow the Press Secretary through the melee of reporters waiting outside the door.

‘You do know the truth will come out no matter what we say in the next few hours,’ he says to me. I nod, and say, ‘Next time I won’t be so stupid and we won’t be in this mess.’ I give Handsome one more long look and tell him to pack his things. He is no longer a member of my Cabinet. (GASP!)With that  final word, I’m out the door, blinded by hundreds of cameras going off all at once.”

Can you handle the pressure?

This is not a demonstration of how women wouldn’t be competent in leading our country. THIS is a demonstration of A woman who wouldn’t be able to lead our country:

“Refudiate. English is a living language. Shakespeare liked to coin new words, too. Got to celebrate it.”

Remember those words from our last election in 2008? They are from Sarah Palin, a politician who decided to comment about her bard-like brilliance on Twitter. Brilliance…is that what they’re calling it these days? Of all the women John McCain could have picked to be his running mate, he had to choose Miss Russia From Her Backyard.

Thank God for Tina Fey and her dead-on impersonations.

Whatever. I’m over and so so SO happy McCain didn’t win. Otherwise who knows what Palin might have done, and in case you need clarification, I’d be holding my breath in worry, not in rapt anticipation.

Yoda/Kenobi 2016…Because they are our only hope.

They ran in 2012 here…but I think they have a better shot at 2016.

Iceberg Right Ahead!

One hundred years ago tonight.

Tragedy struck, and history has never forgotten.

One hundred years ago tonight, the Titanic struck an iceberg. Two hours and twenty minutes later, her passengers no longer stood on her sturdy deck. At least 1500 of them either remained in the bowels of the ship or floated at the surface, chilled to death by the frigidly cold waters of the North Atlantic. Those 700 who remained in the lifeboats after ordeal had nothing to do but wait.

“Wait to die. Wait to live. Wait for an absolution that would never come.” – Old Rose DeWitt Bukator.

I can't get over how much I love this movie!

Amazing to think about, isn’t it? Not only that the event happened 100 years ago, but that it still holds so much intrigue. Not just for me, but for people everywhere. You know how obsessed James Cameron had to be in order to fulfill his movie project? He spent more time with the wreckage of Titanic than the actual passengers spent with it when she floated on top of the water’s surface.

A final resting place for many.

It’s also amazing to think about how quickly the ocean water took her under. A ship considered by many to be unsinkable took just under 2.5 hours to be completely submerged and settled into her final resting place. A floating palace, it was called, or a floating hotel. For as grand and safe as it appeared to be, it only took 2 hours and 20 minutes for her to go under. There’s a message to be learned from the whole ordeal. Not just architecturally, or in terms of the number of lifeboats on a ship deck, or how class segregation only results in heartbreak in disaster settings, or how men’s arrogance can cloud proper judgement….but there are larger forces at work constantly that should not be meddled with.

Oh, the ship sunk alright.

“God himself could not sink this ship.” Those are the word of Cal Hockley in the film ‘Titanic.’

I’m not saying God mandated the sinking of the Titanic to prove a point. I’m not trying to turn this into a religious debate either. Only God knows what His plan is, and I’m not going to point fingers and claim this was a message from the heavens.

What I will say is that a larger force was at work when the Titanic struck the iceberg and sank so quickly with not nearly enough lifeboats, no other ship to come aid the Titanic in time, or that the emergency flares shot off in distress were misinterpreted as party fireworks. All these circumstances to be lined up so perfectly in an awful and disastrous way is too coincidental to not believe a larger force was at work. Be it Fate, the Force, the Greek gods, or dozens of ocean nymphs, someone in the universe was trying to make a point to mankind.

This ice warning is currently selling for $7.99 on eBay.

As a result of the Titanic’s sinking, ramifications were dealt and things changed for ocean liners for the better. There are now plenty of lifeboats, there are emergency drill practices, someone is manning communications at 24 hours a day, and technology is much better in terms of mapping out a destination. You know exactly what route to take, what obstacles are there, everything you would need to know.

Titanic is a haunting and beautiful event of human history. Beautiful for its industrial innovations of its era, for its grandeur, and for what it meant to so many people aboard its decks. Haunting for its tragedy, for the heroism it saw in its final hours, and for the warning that mankind is not always right.

I'd call this pretty damn grand for the early 1900s.

It’s a romantic story of ship, all in all, with its passengers being ordinary people. The passengers very easily could have been you and me. Maybe we wouldn’t be sailing in first class, but we easily could have been the 3rd class passengers simply coming to America to start a new, and better, life. When I went and watched the movie in theaters last week, I found myself crying at the part where Rose has her chance to get off the ship by climbing into the lifeboat. She was actually in a lifeboat, and around her, men are telling their wives and children good-bye in their own ways. They know the ship is going down, and they probably won’t survive. I was crying, not only because the scene is terribly sad, but because I saw myself in the women’s shoes. I easily could have been one of those women, waving good-bye to my dad for the last time.

What if this was the last time ever you saw the love of your life? Put yourself in their shoes next time you watch the movie. You are bound to bawl your eyes out. I do. Every single time without fail.

I could have been one of them. Hauntingly beautiful in its relatablility, isn’t it?

In honor of their courage, I’d like to dedicate this post to those aboard the Titanic, surviving and deceased. I’ve been obsessed with Titanic since I saw the movie as a 9-year old girl with a rampant imagination. Fifteen years later, I’m still in love with the story, the history, the tragedy, everything. I don’t think my obsession with this event will change in my coming years. The spirit of the ship will always exist with me, and your memories as I discover them, will live on, too.

“Trust in God: She will provide.”

Being a big deal during the British suffrage movement, Emmeline Pankhurst spoke these words and broke the molded thinking that God is a man.

I'm sure she was barraged by a storm of criticism for her belief in God being a women.

When it comes to that topic, I don’t know what I believe. Is God a man? Is God a woman? Essentially, God can appear in any form he/she deems necessary. Do we really need to deem him/her as male or female? I’m not too big on debating religion with people. You start by saying you’re talking about it for fun, to get a feel for that person’s beliefs, because you’re curious. It may start out that way. Soon, you’re yelling at each other and mad because neither of you view religion in the same light and indirectly taking personal offense to whatever they say. I’ve been there. I’ve spent days not talking to friends because they bad-mouthed my beliefs. I didn’t talk to my ex boyfriend for most of Easter because he admitted to going to church with me on Easter Sunday only to appease me. He thought the whole ceremony and service was crap. Every word spoken was being spoon fed to us, and we, thoughtlessly, we drinking it in. It’s in the past now, so whatever, but that made me so mad, I didn’t talk to him for a few good hours, despite the beauty of the day and how much I love the Easter holiday.

I wouldn't bring this up over dinner, especially if that dinner is the first time you're meeting the significant other's parents.

Religion is not a good dinner topic. Just saying.

I regret to inform you of my Fabulous Friday finds again this week, and am pushing them back until tomorrow. I have been exhausted on a new level this week, and the instant I am done with whatever needs to be done on my personal agenda, my eyes close and I am asleep. The other night, I woke up because my phone buzzed with a text message right by my ear, and I found myself in a corkscrewed position. Legs were up on the couch, on arm under my head, the other wrapped underneath my hip, and my body twisted in a very uncomfortable manner. Just picture a human corkscrew with her legs up in the air. That was me.

Last night? I passed out on my laptop, glasses smooshed into my face still wearing my jacket.

Except my glasses were on my face.

Just a strange, tiring week.

I grew up with the Beatles, the Monkees, and the Beejees. Just a bunch of animals

So, Fabulous Fridays are coming at you tomorrow afternoon sometime, and they are fabulous. No need to explain myself. Otherwise it wouldn’t be Fabulous Friday. What I will do in the meantime, however, is share some Beatles love with you. Who doesn’t love the Beatles? Another reason why I’m sharing some old school Beatles tunes is because back in 1964, this band dominated the music charts, scoring 12 spots on the Billboard Hot 100 singles chart, five in the top five spots:

1.) Can’t Buy Me Love

2.) Twist and Shout

3.) She Loves You

4.) I Want To Hold Your Hand

5.) Please Please Me

Use these oldies tunes to get your blood pumping for your Saturday night festivities.

Put the glamorous in getting ready to party.

Be safe out there, and may the Force be with you.

After a hard week on the Death Star, a stormtrooper just needs to break down and dance!

More To It Than Laser Swords

Whenever I sit down to write, I need one thing and one thing only: comfy pants.

Hug every curve in your body and loving every minute of it.

Comfy pants. In case you didn’t know, I have a very makeshift desk. In fact, it’s a desktop for my lap. It has extendable legs that allow it to prop  itself up and not sit on the tops  of my thighs (which gets very hot very quickly.) And I sit on the floor. About 10 feet away from my front door. I’ve finally configured a huge body pillow up to lean just right up against the couch which usually is my uncomfortable back rest. I can now lean back and not hurt 2 seconds after doing it. I’m actually comfortable, except when I lean back I can’t reach my keyboard.

This is way better than the set-up Ii have going on currently.

So…yeah. Comfy pants are a necessity.

Maybe because the Easter season just happened, but there’s a topic on everyone’s mind and it’s religion.

What is it, exactly? Is it a set of personal beliefs that you have chosen for yourself for whatever reason you chose them? Are they beliefs fed to you from a formalized institutions, like the Catholic Church or the Temple or the Mosque? Do we believe these things because that’s what our parents tell us to believe, or society, or our very best friends? Is religion a fad, and we only care to follow when Hollywood takes a chance on showcasing it through millions of dollars?

Or is religion something we stumble upon by accident, and we just ‘know’ its meant for us?

I have no answer to this question. I didn’t even know what my personal religion was until recently. I’ve openly chosen to walk the path of a Jedi, but have I implemented every aspect of this religion into my daily life, but I’m trying. I really am. I’m thinking about the larger Force more times than not and at the most random times.

“I think it’s a problem that people are considered immoral if they’re not religious. That’s just not true. If you do something for a religious reason, you do it because you’ll be rewarded in an afterlife or in this world. That’s not quite as good as something you do for purely generous reasons.” 

Who said scientists can’t talk about the unknown, philosophical parts of life? These are the words of the Harvard hot-shot physicist Lisa Randall.

Brains and beliefs. A pretty great combination.

There is a book out there, which delves into the deeper thoughts behind the Jedi teachings, the wisdom of the masters, and what everything means within the all-consuming Force. The tragic part? I do not own this book. I should, and I will. Very soon. It’s stupid, really. Whenever I tell myself that I’m going to purchase what is probably considered the Jedi Bible, I always find something else to spend my money on. Like, high-heeled shoes. Or a new book, like the behind-the-scenes look on the (then) upcoming release of Titanic.

Every time I flip through this book, I smile.

You know, important stuff.

The Jedi do what they do because they want to help those who can’t help themselves. In any way possible, but most importantly, we want to save our race from injustice. By race, I mean human kind. Justice must be upheld, and if there isn’t anyone to stand for it, the ideal will be lost. The Jedi stand for goodness in the universe. We fight in defense, never in attack. We are keepers of the peace. That could mean helping a starving nation, or standing before an oncoming army whose sole purpose is to destroy anything that crosses their path.

Only in cases of defense do we act, or in the defense of those who cannot defend themselves.

I won’t stand for any of that. Hence, I am Jedi.

Everyone needs a zone out time.

When I was done with classes for the day, all I really wanted to do was go for a walk by the lake. A nice, long walk with nothing but music in my ears and the wind in my hair (yes, doesn’t this sound like a fairy tale?). But the sunshine was finally out, and I wanted to spend my time thanking the forces above for finally getting us some nice weather. It is spring, after all.

But, I couldn’t. Instead, I had to channel my energy into work and trying to keep my patience in check. I had to work with one of our coworkers who is…let’s just say, not all there in the head. She’s a bit unstable, and it’s never really clear when she’s going to burst. A volcano, that one. Another reason to be thankful? My shift wasn’t terribly long, so it was easy to grin through it all.

I’ve never fancied myself a designer of all things until this afternoon. Not until I was standing in the middle of the arts supply store asking for balsa wood, knowing exactly what I’m talking about, and not going away until I got what I was going for. Even better? Like, 20 minutes later, I’m hacking away at this wood with my Exact-o knife, ripping strips with my bare hands, and I’m just covered with wood chippings.

Wood shavings everywhere!

I never feel more like a woman than when I’m covered in wood shavings, let me tell you.

With the weather warming up, all I want to do is be outside and doing something. These are the days when I wish I actually loved running, and not just put up with it when I have to. I enjoy walking, and I intend on getting into nature hiking this summer when I have some free time. But before I seriously get into this, I need a pair of pants that are going to motivate me every time I slide into them.

Because of this, I have  my next project. I have a plain pair of black sweatpants, a patch for the Rebel Alliance, and a patch for the Jedi Order. These patches are going to be sewn to my sweatpants (which I bought for cheap…no need paying $40 for a pair of sweats I’m going to essential destroy a little bit anyways.) The next time I have a free evening, I will be seating myself on the floor with needle, thread, my sweatpants,and two patches, and making myself my very own special pair of work-out pants.

Actually, that’s the second thing I’ll be doing. The first? Clean my room so I have floor space to walk on. Yeah…it’s getting bad. The more hectic my final weeks at the Academy get, the less I see my bedroom floor.

Maybe get some reading done...

There’s no use in my attempting to apologize for my nerdiness. Come on…I’ve repeatedly told you I’m following the Jedi Path (a form of religion that didn’t exist ten years ago…we’re babies compared to any other religion already established!) and now I’m sewing my own pair of Star Wars battilion-ranking pants. Hey, it’s okay!

We all need a little glamour in our life.

With a little help from those living a more Glamorous life than I (at least for now), here are a few more things no one should feel embarrassed about. In fact, just throw up your hands and hear yourself say…

Hey, It’s okay…

1.)  …to own exactly one bathing suit that’s acceptable for photos.

I could pull this off.

2.) …to silently judge your office’s summer interns for wearing flip-flops.

These are always a no-no in any office...unless you work on a beach 24/7.

3.) … not to throw the flowers away until they’re near disintegration.

I have at least 3 bouquets like this around my apartment currently.

4.)  …to be age-inappropriately attracted to Alec Baldwin.

He actually looks a bit like Liam Hemsworth here via the Hunger Games.

5.) … to feel lame in a fedora or any of those other cool-girl hats.

My face is too round. Damn people who look good in everything!

6.)  …to eat ice cream while watching reality shows about weight loss. What? They can’t see you through the screen.

Does this not look delicious?

7.)  …if you still can’t forgive Tiger Woods.

I'd be making this face, too, if I knew the American public disliked me.

8.)  …to buy the entire outfit displayed on the mannequin. Isn’t that why it’s there?

Too bad it won't look as good on me as if does on that mannequin.

9.) …to catch sight of yourself in the mirror while passing, and think you look pretty damn gorgeous after a long day of work and play.

Take a moment or two to soak in the sight of yourself.

There’s no need to be ashamed. I’ve done everything stated above, and I don’t feel guilty about a damn thing. And why should I? There’s only so much time to live life, and if I want to eat ice cream, I’m going to eat ice  cream.

I want this immediately.

The weekend is almost here, so hold yourselves together, men and women, and we’ll get through this together.

Together now, and always.

Until next time, may the Force be with you.

Joey gets it. Why can't everyone?

Who’s Got Your Back?

Two very delicious pieces of tuxedo tart later, not only am I feeling like I’m about to burst at the sugary seams, but I’m also feeling like my head is about to burst.

Sinfully delicious.

So many things happening and all of them included staring at a computer screen for 3+ hours. Seriously. I’m turning slightly into a computer nerd the way I’ve been staring at this screen for the past six hours or so. Ish. And to think, many of the job descriptions I’ve been reading include staring at a computer screen for 8+ hours a day.

Who would have thunk it?

He can't believe it either.

In all seriousness, I’ve been working on my professional portfolio for several hours today. Will continue to work on it for several more I’m sure tomorrow. Just spend the last hour or so looking up job descriptions for potential big girl jobs. Man, how I want one of those. One where I work 40-50 hours a week. One where I get up in the mornings, and am home by the early/late afternoon. Where I go five days a week and have the weekends off to do things I want to do. For fun! Where I have benefits like health care, dental care, and as Phoebe from Friends would put it ‘a 401-wonk’ (or in normal people’s terms, a 401K.)

She's excited about Big Girl Job benefits, too!!

I never thought I’d want those things, but after working 3 jobs for the last year, having to give up time with family and friends when it comes to the holidays, or having to give up a hefty part of a paycheck in order to spend time with family and friends…it gets sort of sickening. I want the cooker cutter version of a big girl job. If I actually end up loving what I do at the same time, it would be a bonus. Really, it would be.

Watch, if I have a job in a year, I’m going to be complaining about all the things I’ve listed as desirable above, aren’t I? I can never be satisfied. It will be my curse and a my gift at the same time.

These ice skaters were never ever satisfied, and the won the gold. Remember?

It’s all a part of the journey, right? And if right on cue, Rascal Flatts ‘Bless the Broken Road’ started playing on my Pandora station. Coincidence much? I think not. The Force works in mysterious ways at all times

One of my Top 10 romantic tunes of all time

The big thing I’ve been playing with in my mind throughout the day has been friendship. My two closest girlfriends moved away in the last year are living fabulous lives. Just like me. We’re like that. Fabulous and all that jazz. You really can’t blame us. We were blessed with our charming smiles and stunning good looks!

Regardless of how beautiful one of them is, it’s not going to matter if they don’t have qualities to match their good looks. If they’re going to be catty and bitchy behind my back, for example, I don’t care how sexy one of them can be on the dance floor. I’m not going to want her for a wing woman out there when my drink is left unattended. Friends need to be there for each other when shit goes down. Friends need to be there when one has hit rock bottom, even if you’re flying as high as the stars at the same exact moment. Friends need to bring you back down to earth when your head starts to cause lift your big ass off the ground (and trust me, she knows when you’ve had one too many McDoubles in the last month.) Friends need to be there to pick you up when the love of your life leaves you hanging, bash his name when he breaks your heart, and encourage you when the hot guy from the coffee shop slips you his number after shamelessly flirting with you for weeks on end.

One of the best showcases of gal pals for life. Grey and Yang. Yeah, I'm a little obsessed with Grey's Anatomy.

And you need to be those things for her in exchange when the times comes.

“What I expect from my male friends is that they are polite and clean. What I expect from my female friends is unconditional love, the ability to finish my sentences for me when I am sobbing, and the ability to tell me why the meat thermometer isn’t supposed to touch the bone.”

Incredibly crystal clear, Anna Quindlen, the Pulitzer Prize winning essayist. The only thing I might add to that is how my female friends have to, have to, HAVE TO, deal with me watching the movie Titanic at least once a month and having me sob my brains out at the same exact parts. Every single time.

Think she had some good friends watching her back?

While women can be unbelievably bitchy to one another when we cross the line. Cheating on your best friend by kissing her boyfriend or current love interest isn’t good joo-joo for anybody. Girls, I don’t care how hot he is. If you two are meant to be, you’ll be together, but friendship should always come first. Men will come and leave and stomp on your heart in the blink of an eye. Remember who you’re going to want by your side when you’re throwing up your emotions in the toilet for the next week because he left you…again. That’s right. Your best girlfriend in the world.

This parts makes me swoon every time.

And again, appropriately, Pandora played ‘My Heart Will Go On’ by Celine. I’m not kidding you. That song really did come on. Pandora, you are rocking my world this evening.

When we come together, there isn’t anything women can’t accomplish. When I’m with my friends, it doesn’t matter what stupid shit I’ve done in the last week. They’ll laugh with me, groan and cringe with me, all the same. They’ll accept me for me, and I will do the same in return. In the end, they are my friends. I’d want them by my side whether we’re boarding a plane to Kentucky or holding my hand when the doctor tells me I only have 3 months left to live. Keeping my fingers crossed that day never happens. But you never know sometimes. I had a cancer scare. Never saw that one coming.

Even if I sing terribly off-key, my friends will stand by me. Maybe just in the corner, but by me nonetheless.

Just goes to show you can’t take any day for granted because it can change, as they say, in the blink of an eye. An intake of a breath. A flick of the wrist.

In a flash, you really do see your life. Will you be happy with it?

Now I’m just being obnoxious

If there’s anything you can do before you pass on from this life to the next, make sure you have that one friend who will stick by you through it all. It helps our health to have companions.

Socializing and martini's...I quite like this combination.

So call me up, and we’ll become fast friends. I promise. A Jedi to one is a friend to all.

We get by with a little help from our friends...with or without lightsabers.

Just…Dance. All the Time. Starting Now.

There are days when I wonder if I am headed in the right direction.

Where do I go? Hell if I know!

In everything. In absolutely everything.

Did I go to the right Academy? Did I make the right choices when it came to my alcoholic intake this past weekend? Am I right to be closest to the sister I am closest too, or should I be trying to get closer to another sister? Am I studying the fields of expertise? Should I be pushier in my job search? Should I be pushier with men? Should I lay it all out on the line the next time i feel something über special with a member of the opposite sex? Should I give up all of what I’ve created here in this city I’ve come to love, put it all on the line and just start somewhere new and fresh? Should I get my hair hacked off?

It's an option I'm considering. It'll make the summer heat more bearable.

Should I really be craving that new chip dip I bought yesterday as much as I am right now?

It's still calling my name...as I type here...I want to eat it!

See what I mean? Just tons of things going through this Jedi’s mind all the time. All the time! Some of this questions will be answered on their own time at their own pace. However, others…I either need to let my balls get all the way to the wall or forever tuck them away. Sorry for the indecent comments, but it’s the truth.

Balls to the walls, boys!

“I know that some lesbians are getting pregnant by going to sperm banks. I couldn’t do that. I’m just like my grandmother. ‘What? Everything’s frozen! Nothing’s fresh?’”

Wonderful words of the comic relief, Judy Carter.

Funny ladies supposedly get the man in the end. Some say I'm a funny lady. Time will tell.

This is the problem I’m running into as of late. No, not that I want to get pregnant or go to a sperm bank and bring a new life into the world. Maybe one day…but where I stand currently? Not a chance in hell. I don’t need a scare like that when I barely know how I’m going to take care of myself in the next three months. Seriously…I could be living under a bridge in a cardboard box. I’ll be lucky if I have a cardboard box to call home in four months.

This really wouldn't be that bad...would it?

Ha. That’s a very weird thought…and one I hope that doesn’t come true.

My back is very sore right now. It may have been due to my return to modern dance and tennis this afternoon. I just took a glance in the mirror and there is a pretty, light purple spot starting to appear in the small off my back. And its sensitive to the touch. Yay for bruising. How in the world did I do this to myself? I wish I could say it was from copious amounts of sex…but it’s not even close. I’m just rolling around on the floor, pretending to be an authentic dancer most of the time.

I think one answer to an above question is that I won’t be pursuing a career in the dancing world. I may like to think I have gained enormous amounts of experience with dancing, but really, I’m still just flailing my arms around to music and calling it art.

I tend to dance in the dark. Then, no one can see me.

It’s why I love theater.

I cannot believe how much I am craving this French Onion chip dip right now. I think I have a tape worm or something. I am hungry all the time, and my body wants a million things I should not be having. Like cheeseburgers on a regular basis. Like French Onion chip dip at 11:30 in the evening.

So many pills. It's becoming tradition for me to be in the doctor's office over Spring Break.

Maybe it’s the effects of my medication I’m not on. Did I fill you in on that new facet of my life? Over my spring break, and a couple of weeks prior to it, I started developing a rash all over my thighs. It actually started behind my knees, worked its up way my legs, and also crept onto my abdomen. It stopped once it reached the level of my belly button, but then I discovered another patch behind my left ear. It was really weird…and super itchy. Just sitting in my jeans, not moving, would cause me to want to itch uncontrollably.

Turns out I’m having an allergic reaction to something. What? I have no idea. I haven’t changed anything in my daily routine that drastically. Shampoo, soap, perfume, make-up, laundry detergent…it’s all the same.

It's so not my perfume. I love the smell of my scent!

So, I’m having an allergic reaction maybe to the Lycra or Spandex in my work-out pants. That’s the only conclusion we could arrive at. As a result, I am on three different pills to be taken at various points in my day. I also have to smear a cream all over the affected areas twice a day, and it takes a large amount of time.

Yet, here I am. Blogging instead of smearing cream all over my legs.

In the 12 days I am on these meds, I have to keep my fingers crossed it will stay away, that it was a one-time reaction. Otherwise we are back to Square One with what’s going on with my skin. The meds are helping though. One even has the ability to kick my ass enough to make me go to bed. When I decide to take it before heading to bed, anyways.

A part of why I love dancing…the music. And what better time to dance around in your lucky green underwear than March, the month of the leprechauns?

They always put a sprite in my step.

One of my favorite dances to watch? Irish River Dancing! I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love the Irish dancing scene from Titanic. One of the best 20 film scenes of all time in my book. And I have a very large book.

The ultimate scene for the expression of freedom in a young woman's life. I want to dance in 3rd class.

Here are a few of my favorite Irish songs helping me get through the days ahead. I’m sure they’ll put an extra skip in your step, too.

1.) “The Luck of the Irish” by John Lennon

2.) “Touch a Four-Leaf Clover” by Atlantic Starr

3.) “Some Guys Have All the Luck” by Ron Stewart

4.) “Good Luck, Bad Luck” by Lynyrd Skynyrd

5.) “Luck Be a Lady” by Frank Sinatra

Here’s a tip for you tomorrow. Whether someone is watching or not, dance a jig of your own. Even if it is to Lady Gaga…or even the Cantina Band. Just dance like no one is watching

Look at him go!