Life's too short for the wrong job...

....so I'm quitting mine. Hoorah!

I'm worth my weight in potting soil.

I was tagged (finally!) by my sister Kimberley to give 7 random facts about myself. After a long excruciating (nearly ten hour!) work day, I thought i'd lay down in my warm comfy bed and comply. 

So, enjoy:

1. I'm named (in part) after my aunt Rose, my grandmother's sister- who cursed like a sailor and had severe road rage. My mother loved her, she died of cancer young.

2. In regards to toasting, [bread, bagels, etc] I prefer it to be extra toasted and crunchy - almost burnt. I refuse to bother with any of that "lightly toasted" business.

3. I live for awkward moments. Sometimes I make them occur accidentally on purpose just so I can soak it all in.

4. If my mind is not busy, often I subconsciously imagine myself biting into random materials. Mostly styrofoam or silverwear. I'm getting the chills just thinking about it.

5. I am a firm believer in the fact that if you can't be a good example- you have an obligation to be a horrible warning.

6. I worry sometimes that I won't get to live up to my full potential, and that my future english degree will only come in handy when smart-asses try to correct my grammar at parties. I don't want my brain to go to waste like it has been in retail the past few years.

7. The thing I remember most about my grandmother is the way she made her eggs in the morning, and the way she used to chew. I hope I never forget her entirely.

I'm going to tag Steven, David, and Sarah. They may not do it- but they haven't posted anything in a while and they should. So there.

Yes We Can!

We did this. We really did this. You and I, we made history together. I've never been so proud of us. I've never been so proud to be an American. I don't care how cheesy that sounds. Now is when we start reaching our greatness potential! I'm so excited for our bright future with such an amazing, intellectual, and charismatic man leading us. We did good. :)

Empty stations

I know all good things must come to an end, 

but I really wish that they wouldn't....

just some words to kill off one more unheard statement

of another dying afternoon.

Hold ground down

I really love Jordan Crane.


"I want to run all my life, screaming at the top of my lungs. Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don't stop to think, don't interrupt the scream, exhale, release life's rapture. Everything is blooming. Everything is flying. Everything is screaming, choking on it's screams. Laughter. Running. Let-down hair. That is all there is to life".
-Nobokov

You could even try 20% less hard.

My mother came home from New York and brought me a really cute "Obama 2008" pin that she insisted I attach to my purse immediately. She loves that I am so into politics and she would like to encourage my choice 100%. It was really cute seeing her so excited about her find.

I know a lot of kids my age are not the political firecrackers i'd hope for them to be, but it doesn't matter. I won't try to appeal to you and make you love politics, but I do ask one thing of you. Vote. Please?
We deserve something better than what we've had the last eight years.
You deserve something better.

"Here’s why you should vote:"

You are going to really love it, the whole strange procedure. You get to walk right into a building that you would never normally be allowed in, often an elementary school. You can pause in the hallway to look at all the weird school-art and feel the eerie vibe of hundreds of kids living their endless kid lives right nearby. Then you follow the arrows to the voting room and look at the faces of the volunteers - who are these people? There is a hush of secrecy, the voting booth is clunky, the whole thing seems fake somehow. You consider filling in all the bubbles, like you did on the SATs. But you don’t. You vote. You walk back outside feeling like you just gave blood or something, lightheaded from citizenry. You are wearing a sticker that says “I Voted” and you wish you could continue to get stickers like this throughout the day:
"I Ate Dinner," "I Went To Sleep," "I Got Out Of Bed," "I Went To Work."

But alas, it is just this one thing that we all do together, savor it.

Overqualified Fever.

I used to say I never want children. But I do. And I want grandchildren. I want them to have lovers and I want them to know how good it feels to embarrass yourself so totally in front of someone you care about. I want the world to last forever just for moments like that. How sappy can you get? But I do.

I don’t know when I started believing that the world was going to end no matter what, and there was nothing I could do about it but accept it. I don’t know when I started teasing the people who care, or when I started thinking that caring meant you were a flake. I think everyone around me seemed so convinced, so certain, that I let myself get carried away.