oh, you think you got it

Life is too good right now.

I keep looking over my shoulder, wondering when it's going to throw me a curve ball or smack me down to the ground, but it's been a several weeks, and I'm still on my feet. It's a damn good feeling, I'm not going to lie, especially after that hell of a semester.

I wish I could freeze the next few months and just stay. I want to throw a potion or cast a spell over my world and slow the fuck down because I know, I know these months will fly by and come fall, I will be desperately clawing to retain these moments. I love my job. I love everything about it - feeling professional, the venue, getting paid to do what I love, my schedule, my fellow interns. There could not be a better way to spend the summer!

And I'm crazy for my boy. That ridiculous, swing your arms out and turn your face up to the sky, spinning and dizzy, wonderfulhappyamazement. I didn't know it could be like this! I honestly never could have even crafted this relationship in my head. It's above and beyond expectations - and yet, at the same time, so grounded and deep in my heart that I sometimes just want to cry and how happy and normal and right this feels. I'm daily surprised at how it's been almost four months - on one hand, who ever would've thought I'd stick with a guy this long... and on the other, wondering why it hasn't been six months, eight, a year. Every day is beautiful with him and it feels like we've already shared a million.

It's not that I'm not aware of the challenges this summer will bring. I'm not in denial about the terrors of the fall and finding and job and the (hopefully) impending move out of my parent's home. I think about these things daily. But just like that old Friday Five... I'm not going to feel entitled to this summer. I am grateful, so grateful, for everything, so I won't let worries about the future ruin the beautiful present.

I'm going to keep spinning, thank you very much.

friday five

I apologize that this is not, in fact, posted on Friday.  But life happens.  You know how it is.

Top 5 Weird Jobs I'm Considering

1.  Wedding planner

For someone who is so vehemently opposed to getting near a big white dress and "I do," I think I would be perhaps the most phenomenal wedding planner to walk this earth.  I'm organized, I have a good eye for design and color and I can crunch the numbers to make sure the bride and groom stay within the budget.  I'm a multi-tasker - I can do hair, I've got loads of creative solutions for those last minute problems right before she walks down the aisle and I've got a great power walk and menacing upwards loom for any catering staff that would DARE to tell me they don't have enough of the lemon chicken we ordered.  

Brides would love me.  I'd probably end up hating all of them.

2.  Bartender

I've always wanted to bartend.  I'm not sure why.  Perhaps it's my general amusement by alcohol and those under its influence in the happy, safe and ridiculous kind of way.  My parents would be abhorred that their child would be one to perpetuate domestic violence and the general slide into immorality, but dude.  Bartenders, good ones, and even okay ones, can make bank.  And considering I'm a pretty good conversationalist, I've got great hair and I'm female, I think I would be one to make bank.

3.  Secretary

I know, how boring and blah and what a waste of all that creativity you have percolating inside of you, jewel... but really?  Think of me in an office, surrounded by paper clips, dry erase markers, calendars, sticky notes, manila folders, pens and a computer?  I think I'd basically fall over myself to sit in that swirly office chair.  Another bonus of a secretarial position is that you wouldn't "take the work home" with you.  You go, 9-5 with the envelopes, and then leave.  Free.

Maybe I should just work at Staples instead.

4.  Painter

Not like, in the artiste sort of way.  I mean an interior painter.  With rollers and Duron and co-workers who most likely don't speak English.  I don't know, this has always been my joking fallback option if being an actor didn't work out.  I like colors, and I always dream about painting my own room wacky and ridiculous colors, it'd be pretty cool to paint everyone else's instead.

5.  Personal Assistant

Now, Jamie warned me off of this, saying it was frustrating and you had to do the stupid jobs that no one wants to do, but I still think it would be really ridiculous to be a PA.  I'm totally down for getting dry cleaning, coffee, going grocery shopping or planning my boss's dinners with clients.  This kind of reads into the Wedding Planner, but my talent for multitasking and simply getting shit done would make me a phenomenal PA.  

The added bonus is that then I'd be so busy managing someone else's life, I wouldn't have the time to worry about mine.

employment

bwahahahaha!  my new source of income!

Paper Source

it's like crack for a paper lover.  i.e., me.