I want one real bad.

I'm not running away.

I am, however, running harder than I ever have in my entire life and hoping the results pay off...

Doesn't mean I'm not thinking about it

I am running away.

I am going to be a roadie with a professional ballet company.

I am a little scared about life right now.

Oh wait.

Running away isn't going to fix anything.

Sigh.

I'm writing primarily so I can stop looking at the photo of that deathly gorgeous ring.

Mmmk.

Had a bbq this weekend. It was just globs of fun. For real. I adore throwing parties, but heavens they take quite the commitment of time in prep.

I start school next week. AHHHHHHHHH. Freaking insane. Freaking insane in a love it + freaked out way. One class on Thursday nights. I can do this. I can do this. I will do this and I will kick it.

Drinking coffee at present. Gotta get this Monday rolling.

I would like this, please. Granted, a boyfriend would be necessary. hmmm....

Just give me (please):

-More casual days at work

-Happiness when I watch reruns of Jim and Pam

-This office, which I truly adore

-Nights like last night when, in the middle of suburbia, there is no sound and no light pollution, accompanied only by the sound of crickets

-$10 in my wallet and knowing it's going to get me through the rest of the week

-Slurpees with Britta and knowing she's going to do phenomenal things

-Stories that show the good side of people

-A Bible chapter that slaps me in the face or makes me cry

-Free coffee at work

-My boss being super nice to me

-A gift card to Starbucks that was totally unexpected

Hopefully, someday, please give me:

-An Andy Warhol Exhibit where I can sit for HOURS

-A turntable for my records

-A Mac for my desk at home

-A Masters degree

-A little apartment in a big city

Today I'm in dreaming mode...

a bagel

Monday came too early this week.

Today started off with a new outfit, great hair, great shoes. And then I had a meeting where I felt utterly patronized and a little foolish. I don't feel young when it comes to most things. But sometimes my job makes me feel very young and unexperienced.

I suppose that only changes as I spend more time in the workplace. I wish I could fast forward my work experience but manage to stay 24.

I am currently listening to my other co-workers gripe about each other. It's ugly. Yikes.

But hey, I brought bagels to work today. Shouldn't that make everything better?