Tuesday, January 30, 2007



I start on Valentine's Day. Isn't that sweet.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Gig in Columbia

Saturday night was fan-freakin-tastic. I played well (didn't do my new song, I just wasn't ready to play it out yet). There was a decent crowd. My sister, her boyfriend and two of my other friends came out to hear me and to do dinner afterwards. The owner's of the coffee shop loved me. In fact, they paid me $250 for the hour and fifteen minutes worth of music that I played. Unbelievable. So that's definitely a do over.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

New Song

verse 1
Should've broken my heart last night
And I couldn't even put up a fight
Thought the pain would hit me today
But it just feels like the flu

I keep thinkin' that I should feel somethin'
But I don't
I do believe that this feelin' nothin'
Might be the death of me
I keep thinkin' that I should feel somethin'
What happens when I don't?
I do believe that this feelin' nothin'
Will be the death of me

verse 2
Should've messed with my head, but instead
I just checked on out
Thought I'd go for the knife, think about life
I just went back to bed

It's like I see, I see, I see the innocence fallen
You wouldn't know it was mine by the look in my eyes

*This is another classic from the queen of writing depressing music. I just can't help myself, that's what comes out. But hey, depressed people need to know that others are dealing with the same stuff right? Anyhow, the lyrics are ok. It's still in rough draft form. I'll probably give it a go either tonight in Columbia or at an open mic this week.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Wednesday Afternoon

and I have heard not a word on the job. I am ready to climb the walls. If they don't call by tomorrow afternoon, I am calling them.

p.s. If anyone in my area is bored and needing to get out of Augusta on Saturday, I am playing at a coffee shop in Columbia and I am always happy to have a travel buddy or two.

Monday, January 22, 2007

Life Feels Like The Movies

It's true. Sometimes I feel like I am just part of an on going movie. One of those ones with the multiple plots, like Love Actually or even one of those TV drama series or (God forbid it!) a soap opera.
I was struck by all the plot lines going on around me. My sister's pregnancy. My mother's struggle with her career. A member of my church family passing on, and the grief her family is now experiencing. Other friends dealing with major health concerns, decisions on their life's direction and the list could go on and on. Plot line on top of plot line and it all somehow connects and interweaves. It amazes me sometimes. The complexity and delicacy of life and living.
For my plot line in this series/movie, I am waiting on pins and needles to hear back about the job. Whatever the outcome, I will be content. Also, I went out on a date last Saturday. This was my first official date in about three years, I think. Considering that I got so nervous on the way to meet the guy that I almost threw up, the date went really well. We did the art museum and walked around downtown. We went to dinner and a movie after that. It was like a marathon date, lasting approximately 8 to 8 and a half hours. So that's a good sign right? And he called yesterday. So that's a good sign too. The not so great part is that he is studying for a major exam this weekend and the next weekend I'll be out of town. So we might not be seeing each other again for about three weeks. I suppose that's not wholly bad. Forces things to be taken slow, which is exactly how I like it. Enough about all that. I'll write soon. Hopefully with news on the job front.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

I Did It!

I feel like the bravest woman alive. I called the lawyer and told him about my Chapel Hill plans. Despite my plans to move, he still sounded interested in hiring me! Woo Hoo! We'll see how it all works out.
In the afterglow of one brave act done (and turning out not too painfully), I was inspired to do another brave act. Call a boy. I met this guy at the Soul Bar last Friday. There was 80s music and lots of dancing. At the end of the night he gave me his number. So today I worked up the courage to call him. The outcome. . . I think I have a datish thing this Saturday. Scary. I despise dating. I don't really know this guy. He was fun to hang out with last Friday, but will we have anything in common outside of a love of 80s music? Possibly, possibly not. We shall see.
p.s. I always feel like a big retard on the phone. I never know what to say. I am more of a functional phone user, not a social phone user. sigh.

The Moral Dilemma

At my interview yesterday, I failed to inform my prospective employer that I plan on moving in five months.
Before going to the interview, I had shared my situation with others whom I respect and (I think) have good judgement. I got mixed responses. Some said I should definitely just go ahead and lay it out there and trust God with it. Others said that if I was asked, I certainly shouldn't lie about it but there is no reason I should feel like I have to bring it up.
My conscience told me that I should follow the advice of the former group of people. I wanted to, but I didn't want to. I tried to, but I failed. Now I feel like a jerk. The moment that I start to get happy about the prospect of getting this job, my joy is robbed by the thought that I somehow got it in a dishonest way.
So now I know that I really do need to tell them. Otherwise it will eat me up for the entire five months I am there. This is still all assuming that I am offered the position, which hasn't even happened yet.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Interview: Part II

It went well. I didn't fart, so that was already better than my interview at Partners in Achievement (and I got that job despite the fart). I should hear from them next week sometime.
All that said, the job is not all that I heard it was going to be. It wouldn't start out as a salary position. In fact it would be hourly and part-time. But even if I could earn the same as what I currently earn and work less than I currently work. . . that would be something. So anyhow, we shall see. I am feeling good about it all.
I made another decision too (upon pondering over a suggestion made by a friend). If this job doesn't pan out, I'm starting a full on job hunt in the Chapel Hill area. If I end up moving there way before I was supposed to in June, fine. But I really am not happy at my current job and there is no real point in staying there. On top of that, the lease at my house is up in March and Mary is already making plans to move at that time. I will probably move back in with good old mom and dad until I go to Chapel Hill. So really as soon as March would be fine by me for moving to Chapel Hill.

Friday, January 12, 2007


on Tuesday afternoon. Wish me luck. Hopefully I won't fart at this one.

Thursday, January 11, 2007

The Truth Is. . .

It is highly likely that nothing will come of this whole job thing. Alice did put in a high reccomendation for me, but that doesn't negate the fact that I have no paralegal experience. So I'm trying to not be too pessimistic nor overly optimistic. Whatever happens, it will be fine. As in all of life's circumstances there are pros and cons for getting this job and for staying right where I'm at for now.

Anyhow, I called and left a message for this lawyer to call me back. I hope he calls soon. I am on pins and needles until then.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Job Lead!!!

My friend Alice is a star. I have a job lead for a real job. By a real job I mean a job that has $25,000/year salary, benefits and semi-respctable. The guy wants me to call him tomorrow. Keep your fingers crossed for me. The daycare and my crazy boss are driving me insane. Not to mention that I feel like I am wasting myself everyday at that job. It sucks. It's a dead end. It pays crap. I don't think I can even take it for the six months I have left in Augusta.

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Back From the Great Beyond

Well, the truth is I have been back for about a week now. I just hadn't gotten around to blogging. Sara and Esther were with me for all of last week, so between them and getting back to work, there was no time for blogs.
Well (as if it was ever in question), I am officially a caffiene addict. Last Thursday I woke up late and didn't have time to brew my morning coffee, nor did I have time to even stop at a gas station to get my fix. Big mistake. By 10:00am I had a monster headache that had me dragging myself through the day. The headache was so bad I had no appetite. I came home miserable. I laid in bed for a half hour. Then I talked to a friend on the phone, but had to rush off when I realized I was about to vomit. After all my business was finished, Mary finally talked me into taking two advil (I absolutely abhor medicine, especially painkillers. I have this twisted view that only weak people need pain meds. Like I said, it's twisted). Within 20 minutes I was almost back to 100%. Why didn't I just give in to advil around 10:30am and save myself all the misery? I'm an idiot sometimes. Moral of the story: never oversleep, always make time for coffee.
Well, I could write more I suppose, but inspiration just isn't there and I would just be babbling on and on. So I'll just stop.
Oh! One more thing. I got some interesting feedback from the Lutheran blog. Don't read too much into it. I have nothing against Lutherans at all. It was just Ed being funny in his own twisted sort of way.

Monday, January 01, 2007

What Makes a Lutheran?

Being in the midwest, we have come across the nation's most concentrated population of Lutherans. Ed and I pondered what differentiates Lutherans from other protestant denominations. I offered the possibility that they might follow the theological guide lines of a man named martin Luther. Ed said that was crap and insisted that it was the fact that they drink blood.

I love Ed.

Happy New Year!

I rang in the new year here in the windy city. Chicago is a breath of fresh air. I love big cities. I love the diversity. I love the cultural mix you see all around you. I love the bustle. I love the tall buildings. I love the old buildings. I love the people watching. Chicago is a beautiful place.

Our hostel is fine. True, it is not quite the Radisson. However, what it lacks in comfort it makes up for in other ways. We (me and the Kauffmans) have a room to ourselves, but still all around you can find young travelers from all over the world. The people that run the place are friendly and helpful. On top of it all. . . internet access!

So what was I actually doing at midnight last night? I went to a little jazz club called the Green Mill. We heard some amazing musicians, but I have to admit that it wasn't my favorite style of jazz. I like swing and big band. This was glorified elevator music. Don't get me wrong, the guys were amazing on their respctive instruments, I just wasn't a huge fan of that style. I still had fun though, because I was with good friends. We ate Mexican food, sipped on Margaritas, contemplated New Year's resolutions, and then toasted and hugged as the clock struck 12. Good times.