And by the way...

And now for something completely different.

2011-07-03T09:47:00.001-04:00

So yesterday I turned 29. Hoooooooray for the final year of my 20s! This decade has been...well. Intense. And wonderful. I did really cool things like graduate from college and figure out my career path and move to NYC and back to Charlotte again and cement friendships with people who are a thousand shades of brilliant. And that whole figuring yourself out thing? Pretty sure I did that too

The scars of your love, they leave me breathless, I can't help feeling we could have had it all

2011-05-10T20:56:00.001-04:00

Fuck love. There. I said it. And now I'm going to say some other things. But before I do, we need to have a little up front contract. I don't want to hear a word - not one word - of any variation of the following: He's not worth it, no man is worth the tears and the one who is won't make you cry, you deserve better, wow, consider yourself lucky for dodging that bullet, time heals all wounds,

Though I may be going down, I'll take in flame over burning out

2011-04-24T12:19:00.000-04:00

I went on a date on Thursday. My first date date in...well. Let's not talk about that. I am truly brilliant at failing at anything remotely romantic. But, I've decided to turn this around. I may still fail, but I'd love to at least have something good to write about. I will no longer be terrified of the first date. I will go on dates! And then, I will come home and write about them! And

Jump start my kaleidoscope heart, love to watch the colors fade

2011-04-20T22:20:00.001-04:00

I'll write soon. Really. I will. But in the meantime, I am going to let Sara Bareilles and friends tell you EXACTLY how I am feeling. Seriously. The lyrics, the mood, the bridge. It's like she got a snapshot of my innermost workings and set it to a really amazing melody. I love music. It makes me feel less alone. And for the record, I am fine. Just, you know. Figuring stuff out.

Please please please, come on and sing to me

2011-03-20T13:42:00.003-04:00

Ok. I am on my feet and up and running and have about a gajillion things I could blog about. I cannot deny that I spent my first month back in Charlotte shaking my head and questioning both my sanity level and decision-making ability. True, I wasn't happy there, but I didn't exactly fall into happiness here, either. And I'm a happy person, dammit! First and foremost - I did land myself a

Because it's all about the in between and what lives in your dreams.

2011-02-21T22:04:00.001-05:00

In happier news than that of the last blog, I got approved for my very own apartment today. Mine. No one else's. No co-signor. No roommates. No one to blame if the dishes are dirty or there's no toilet paper. No one to compromise with on the color of the walls, shade of the bathroom curtain, or the evening's television choices. Of course, no one to cook with, or vent to, or play board

And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow

2011-02-20T11:14:00.001-05:00

I wasn't going to bring this news to the world wide web, but I guess if you're invested enough in me to check my blog, you deserve to know that my Granny Connie left this world on February 10. I knew I'd experience highs and lows when I moved - I didn't know I'd be singing at my Grandmother's funeral within the first 3 weeks. In the end, she was ready. She was tired. It's what she wanted, and

Nobody said it was easy. No one ever said it would be this hard.

2011-02-06T12:38:00.000-05:00

I did it. I moved. And I thought the whole packing and moving and goodbye New York thing would be the hard part. But suddenly what I thought I wanted - no plans, no strings attached - is suddenly the most daunting thing imaginable. And just when I think I can't possibly be any more overwhelmed I realize that the real root of the problem is the simple fact that I don't have a single clue of what

Rose tint my world.

2011-01-18T18:35:00.001-05:00

Today I went to the grocery store and bought milk, which is an entirely uninteresting lead into a blog entry. Except this milk expires after I leave, which makes things feel weird and final and definitely surreal. I've got so many questions to ask the universe about what's going to happen after January 29th. Where am I going to live and what company is going to employ me and who is going to

Life's a ball, if only you know it

2011-01-07T18:54:00.001-05:00

New York, quit callin' New York, leave me be I'm changing the plans that I've been settin' on I'm scared of the way that my life's gettin' gone Carolina, one day I'll, someday I'll come home. (The Avett Brothers, Salina) I've loved those lyrics for years. I've been anxiously awaiting the day I get to use them to announce what we knew was coming all along. So here goes nothing. @

I'm lovin' it.

2010-12-06T21:46:00.005-05:00

Darling Lil Sis (in the sorority sense) came to visit me. We did things that you do in New York City. Liiiiiiike... Shots! And air guitar! Followed by more shots. I swear, I'm an adult now but sometimes it's nice to surround yourself with NYU College Students in a bar that features 5 shots of anything for $10. And since I'm an adult now, I stopped in plenty of time to avoid the

Tales from the inside.

2010-12-02T10:28:00.000-05:00

Yesterday, while I was deep in conversation with a couple of guests from Texas, a woman approached my desk. She looked at my sign, which reads "Concierge Desk" and then lists some of the helpful and delightful things the concierge is responsible for. As I was mid-sentence with the Texans, she piped in with a "Is this the Concierge Desk?" I nodded and smiled, and then she proceeded to attempt

I've been shot!

2010-11-23T10:05:00.000-05:00

And I don't know what I'm good at but I'm better at wrong than at right but come my turn, baby like bourbon I'll burn under the stage's bright lights... My heart is a little heavy lately. I'm not entirely happy and some days, I'm not at all happy. I'm not particularly fond of this side of me, so I'm working to fix this. There will be some major changes taken place soon. (Most of you can

New York, quit callin'. New York, leave me be.

2010-11-07T15:17:00.000-05:00

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Van Buren, why do you have to be such a MOTHER F*CKER!

2010-10-08T20:19:00.001-04:00

Holy. Crap. I have a tremendous new crush. On this man. And the entire cast, crew, and anyone touching anything having to do with the musical in which he is currently starring. Sexypants, indeed. And sexy lead, sexy supporting cast, sexy set, sexy lights, sexy props, sexy script, sexy music, sexy costumes, sexy musicians, sexy ideas, sexy levels of complete and total utter ridiculousness.

Baby you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me

2010-10-04T18:41:00.000-04:00

I "ran" a 5k this weekend. I came in 2038th. Or, 8th from last. Now's the part where I try and soothe my bruised ego and remind myself that I didn't exactly try my hardest or give it my all, that I walked when I could very well have run, that I sat on top of the cargo nets and stared down in fear for too long, that I barely broke a sweat, that I found it more important to cross the finish line

And if you're gonna love me, you're gonna deal with my fire

2010-09-10T21:34:00.000-04:00

Dear God, I know we don't talk nearly enough, so it might be a little gauche to do so now in so public a forum. But it worked pretty nicely for Liz Gilbert in Eat, Pray, Love and now she's got a movie about her life experiences and she's played by Julia Roberts so I guess it can't be all that bad. But I'm not asking for a national bestseller, or an A-list celebrity to play me in a C-grade

At times I feel myself smiling, at times I'm not. Doo doo doo doo.

2010-09-05T09:27:00.000-04:00

The calls for a new blog post have started to roll in again. Ah, to be popular. So I guess the first bit of big news is I've signed up for my first 5k. And not just any 5k. Allow me to walk you through it (pun intended). First, there will be some running through the wilderness, followed by cargo nets. More running, then some "island hopping" through cold and muddy water. Running. Mud.

I wanna go back to my room and find a message in dry erase pen on the door.

2010-08-14T14:45:00.000-04:00

Dear Baby Bro, I don't like to make pointless guarantees and empty promises, but mark my words: today is a Very. Big. Day. First and foremost, congratulations on making it 18 years without choking or being choked by our darling parents. No one else on the planet understands this feat quite like I do. Ten years ago, we parked cargo van in our front yard, and loaded it with suitcases and yaffa

Rock on, rock on with your fashionable frown

2010-08-08T16:15:00.000-04:00

Despite what my previous post may have suggested, I'm fine. Not crushed or depressed or in a bad place or anything. I mostly just needed to vent and to remember cliches are overused for a reason and that I'm not the only one who's ever felt this way and that I (hopefully) won't feel like this forever. Oh and also, that no man is worth the tears and the one who is won't make me cry. Whoops.

I could really use a wish right now.

2010-08-07T19:50:00.000-04:00

In the wake of my most recent boy-crazy fueled disaster (seriously, why do I even bother believing anymore?) I've had a whole slew of words of wisdom, friends' advice, song lyrics and cliches running rampant through my head. Of course, seeing that I'm the one home alone with my cat on a Saturday night, wearing a t-shirt I've had at least 10 years, eating Chinese takeout, watching chick flicks

So this old world must still be spinning ' round - And I still love you.

2010-07-31T19:54:00.001-04:00

I've done practiced yoga 5 times in the past 3 days. This clearly makes me an expert, so now I will share what I know with you. 1) I don't like Kundalini Yoga because it appears to be everything non-yogis use to make fun of yoga. I dunno. "Fire breathing" doesn't really make me feel like I've accomplished anything in my day, or workout. 2) Yoga by candlelight? Awesome idea right before

I'm in the wrong story.

2010-07-28T21:23:00.000-04:00

Something that makes me giggle... Megan and I name articles of clothing after the foods and beverages we spill on them. (Even long after we've washed and de-stained them.) Actual conversations in our apartment go a little something like this: "What should I wear tonight?" "Sweet tea vodka dress? Or soy sauce shorts?" "Hmm. Maybe. Are you going to wear your pizza pants?" "Only if my cacciatore

Tell me how to win your heart, for I haven't got a clue.

2010-07-18T11:04:00.003-04:00