Friday, August 15, 2014

Artwork by Cherie

I've always thought of myself as a creative person. Ever since I was a child, I loved to create things and express myself in as many ways as I could. I tended to gravitate toward writing and music at an early age... and I also used to draw and create artwork.

However, of all the creative mediums I tried out, art was definitely not my strong suit.

Since my mother moved to another state recently, I was charged with the task of deciding what of the stored, old crap I wanted to keep and what I wanted to toss. I've been sorting through stuff slowly over the last couple of years, since she has known she was going to move for some time. I ended up encountering a lot of old artwork of mine that I ended up finding, well, a bit disturbing. Let me show you what I mean...

About this one, my mom's comment was: "Now that's just terrible." My portrait of Black Beauty:


For awhile in my childhood, I really loved the Smurfs. So much so that I drew this masterpiece:


I also dabbled in clay art, where I created this piece which I call "Grandmother with Tongue." She had a nose at one point, but it has fallen off somewhere during the years:


In fourth grade, we were given a blank calendar to design. Mine was very sporadic, with no particular theme. For March, I drew Oddish (a Pokemon character) and had him speaking randomly about St. Patrick's Day. I don't even know:


Lastly -- and I don't even know what words can describe this piece -- we have a drawing of a girl and a mallard. I used to draw with my mother and I found this in a notebook where we both had drawn random things (I could easily tell which were hers and which were mine). This was mine. It frightens me a bit now:


I call it "Lulu." Lulu appears to have one arm and clubbed feet. The mallard also appears to be attacking. He is perhaps the reason that she only has one arm. Also, I'm not sure what is hanging from her ears but they don't resemble earrings in the slightest.

So what do you think? Have I missed my calling by not taking on the art world?

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Death, suicide, and Robin Williams

It's been a bad year for deaths, both in the celebrity world and in my own personal one. Several young people in my city tragically died this year, including someone who had been very important to me during a hard time in my life. We've lost the talented Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Casey Kasem, Tommy Ramone, Ann B. Davis, James Garner, and many others.

Yesterday, as I'm sure you're aware, we lost Robin Williams.

The news of Robin Williams' death hit me pretty hard -- possibly harder than any other celebrity death to date (although I'm still shocked about Brittany Murphy). The fact that there are so many people grieving about this is a testament to the man's life and his ability to touch us with his smile.

My introduction to Robin Williams came at a young age, before I had the capacity to really to understand that there were actually people voicing the animated characters I saw on the screen. Aladdin was always one of my favorite Disney movies, and the Genie was a large part of that.

During my childhood, Robin Williams always seemed to pop up -- in the underrated Flubber, which was my favorite movie one summer (I even created a Weebo made out of paper), in Fern Gully: The Last Rainforest, and of course in the unforgettable Mrs. Doubtfire.

The incredible thing about Robin Williams is that, as I grew older, he didn't get left behind. Unlike so many actors that remain in the memories of youth, Robin Wiliams' range allowed me to enjoy him and his work as I went through my teenage years all the way into adulthood.

In the Dead Poets Society, Williams inspired us all to seize the day. He continued to inspire in films like Good Will Hunting, What Dreams May Come, and countless others. 

I guess the thing that bothers me so much about Williams' death is that it solidified the fact that none of us are immune. At 24, I know that we're all going to die someday. In the logical part of my mind, I've known that for many years. But the romantic, idealistic part of my mind never really accepted the fact that my heroes are not invincible.

Even someone so outwardly jovial and warmly funny like Robin Williams was plagued with a dark depression that no one could fix. It's a true tragedy for both the entertainment world and for mankind itself that this man will not live to tell another joke or to inspire the new generation as he inspired mine and others before me.

He will, however, live on in my mind and in the minds of millions. Robin Williams was truly funny, an immensely versatile talent, and seemed like a genuinely good man. The world is a little bit dimmer without him in it.


Sunday, August 10, 2014

Top 5 Disney Channel Original Movies from the Late 1990s/Early 2000s

If you're a legitimate '90s kid like myself, you probably lived, ate, and breathed Disney Channel. You probably waited with bated breath for the newest Disney Channel Original Movie to be released. If you were anything like me, it was the highlight of your week (or your month, if it was a really good movie).

I remember vividly the intense feeling of sitting down right before the latest movie premiered and watching the little intro leading into the movie... you know the one, with all the kids jumping over film reels? Yeah, those were the days.

Anyway, I have compounded my version of the top 5 Disney Channel Original Movies. I may be biased, because most of the ones that I've chosen feature a female lead. Some of the more "boyish" ones kind of bored me as a child. But anyway! Here we go..

5. Smart House (1999)

I don't know about you, but nothing made me more excited about technology as Smart House.

If you don't remember, the gist is pretty simple: after his mother dies, this kid Ben (played by Ryan Merriman, who has most recently been seen as creepy Ian on Pretty Little Liars) enters a contest to win a "smart house." The house is pretty cool. Walls can turn into video screens where Ben and his sister, Angie, can play games or dance on the bed to the musical stylings of B*Witched.

The house is also fully automated with a computer named Pat. She essentially becomes the acting "mother" to the family. Ben gets upset when his father starts dating again, and essentially he re-programs Pat so that she becomes more and more self-aware. It gets pretty scary, because she's pretty controlling of the family.

The whole family gets trapped in the house until Ben finally finds a way to shut it down, saving the day.

This movie made me want to live in such a home (although I didn't want a creepy hologram to appear and try to be my mother). I basically wanted this:


4. Horse Sense (1999)

Oh the Lawrence brothers... In the 1990s, it was pretty common for at least one of the Lawrence brothers to pop up in any given show or movie that might play on the Disney Channel. 

In Horse Sense, spoiled Joey Lawrence is forced to spend a month at his aunt's ranch in Montana after having basically ignored his cousin (played by his real life brother Andrew Lawrence) upon his cousin's earlier visit.

The thing I remember most about Horse Sense is that, while it seemed like really hard work, I thought it might be really cool to live on a ranch. They had to get up super early and get their own eggs for breakfast and stuff like that. 

Joey Lawrence's character ends up growing by leaps and bounds as he has to end up trying really hard at all his ranch tasks so the ranch doesn't get foreclosed.

I don't remember the actual resolution to this movie, but it ended up spawning the sequel Jumping Ship, wherein the other Lawrence brother (Matthew, who you may remember as Jack Hunter on Boy Meets World) joins them.

3. Rip Girls (2000)

Rip Girls is the movie that really made me love the water. I already liked to swim, but this movie made me want to be in the water 24/7. I'll admit I used to pretend that my dinky, 3 foot, above-ground pool was actually the ocean in Hawaii and that I was surfing on my dumb flotation devices. I had an overactive imagination.

But I digress. Rip Girls, starring Camilla Belle before she was the subject of hate in a Taylor Swift song, was a fun movie about a girl named Sydney who moves to Hawaii and discovers more about her heritage. She makes a friend, Gia, who helps her learn to surf and immerse herself completely into the culture.

Sydney also finds out that she has inherited a good portion of the island, and there's all this stuff where a hotel chain wants to build on the land... but the surfing part is the best part.

Also, apparently B*Witched music was used for this movie as well. I wonder how much money they made off the Disney Channel?


2. Zenon: Girl of the 21st Century (1999)

In addition to pretending I was surfing waves in Hawaii, I also used to pretend that I lived on a spaceship. I really owe my imagination to Disney Channel, now that I'm thinking about it. 

Zenon: Girl of the 21st Century and its subsequent sequel (or zequel) were fun movies about a futuristic world in which people live on spaceships that are soaring through the universe. Wikipedia says that the movie takes place in 2049. I'm thinking we probably still won't be this advanced in 35 years, but I guess anything is possible. 

Anyway, Zenon (played by Kirsten Storms) is a 13-year-old girl who has grown up on a space station. She gets herself into trouble major and ends up getting sent down to Earth to live with her aunt. However, some evil genius dude is trying to sabotage the space station. Zenon tries to tell her parents, but alas, she is a child with an active imagination and they don't believe her.

More shenanigans happen and Zenon, with the help of her Earth friends, eventually save the day and the space station.

There's also this really cool band with this dude Proto Zoa who was probably a lot of girls' crush for at least a minute. After all the drama with the space station and going to Earth, Zenon and her friends (including her BFF Nebula, played by Raven-Symone) get to unwind with a fun concert. If you were a female, you probably wish you were in Nebula's shoes during this scene:


1. Halloweentown (1998)

Halloweentown is now and has always been my favorite Disney Channel Original Movie. It's possibly the reason I got into Disney Channel Originals as much as I did. I even named my cat after the main character (Marnie).

I remember my 8-year-old self seeing advertisements for this movie and looking forward to its release for what seemed like forever (but was probably closer to a month). Halloween is one of the most fun and interesting holidays for a child, and I was still young enough to buy into a lot of the myths. That made this movie even more fun for me.

Marnie Piper doesn't understand what her mom's deal is with Halloween. Marnie and her two siblings, Dylan and Sophie, never get to go out for Halloween. What she doesn't realize is that her family descends from a line of witches. Her grandmother (played by Debbie Reynolds) doesn't come to visit that often, but when she shows up around Halloween, Marnie and her siblings end up following her home... to Halloweentown.

It is at this time that Marnie discovers her heritage -- as well as her mom's. Marnie's mom has sworn off the world in which she was raised. Now, Marnie is discovering it for the first time. Marnie gets a broom from the broom shop, meets an assortment of ghouls and goblins, and ends up in a kind of battle with Kalabar, the evil mayor of Halloweentown.

Halloweentown was so popular that it spawned three sequels -- Halloweentown II: Kalabar's Revenge, Halloweentown High, and Return to Halloweentown. None are as good as the original, although I remember thinking the second one was decent.

Looking at my choices now, I think my favorite Disney Channel movies are the ones that opened up a completely different world. It must have been something about the escapism I felt when I watched a girl's life in Hawaii or saw the kids partying and dancing to that song by 5ive in Smart House. If the movie took me out of my world and effectively took me away to another, it was a successful movie.

Honorable mentions go out to Double Teamed, the movie about the twins playing basketball, Cadet Kelly, with Hilary Duff in military school, and The Color of Friendship, which tackled more heavy topics (racism, politics). 

I have a soft spot for most of the old Disney Channel Originals. Even though Brink and Johnny Tsunami were played endlessly for what seemed like years, I'd still sit down and watch them now if given the chance. I don't know if Disney Channel is actually lamer now than when I was a kid or if I've just grown up to the point that none of the new stuff is interesting, but the nostalgia that these movies gives me now is going to leave them with a place in my heart for a very long time.

Which Disney Channel movies are your favorite? Do you agree or disagree with my choices?

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

Taking Selfies with Llamas (and other adventures)

Last week, I went with my roommate and another friend to the Natural Bridge Zoo. Natural Bridge is a pretty cool place, and I'm pretty lucky that it's within 45 minutes of where I live. If you're ever in Virginia and you're looking to do some fun, touristy type things for a day, I recommend Natural Bridge.

We decided to go to the zoo because we're basically children and we love animals. And, despite the sweltering heat, it was a really good time.

Behold, our adventure:

They had deer. This little guy was pretty cute, but didn't really change my opinion that most deer have no purpose in the world except to run out in front of traffic.


The llamas were awesome! They would do pretty much anything to get some little food pellets:


I think this was my first time ever actually meeting a giraffe. I knew they were tall, but damn:



I'm pretty sure that this llama is my actual spirit animal. All the other llamas flocked to us to get food, but this guy was apathetic:


This little burro (or whatever he was -- we never actually found his information) became friends with us. He followed us as far as he could while we walked down the fence. He was a cutie. (Please also note that apathetic llama is in the background):


Possibly the highlight of the visit, there was a llama who actually posed for selfies. I got this selfie with this guy, and my roommate got one as well. Her theory is that they've learned posing for pictures will likely get them more food. Whatever the case may be, it has become my new favorite picture:


The camels were pretty cool as well. One of them had really floppy lips and pretty much salivated all over your hand if you tried to feed him. It was gross, but pretty neat:



They also had baby animals:



And, of course, they had goats! I love goats, as I've mentioned before. Here are some cute goats:



Yes, I realize one of those animals was a cow. He was in the same pen as the goats.
After the zoo, we hit up a '50s style diner (the Pink Cadillac Diner) for lunch. It was delicious:


Last but certainly not least, we visited Foamhenge. What is Foamhenge, you ask? Well, it is a random, to-scale model of Stonehenge. But instead of being made of stone, it's built with -- you guessed it -- foam. It's probably the most random tourist attraction in the world and it's just off the side of the road on a dirt path. But it's pretty sweet:





It was a pretty good day, the highlight of which might have been the llamas. Or the milkshake. I haven't decided.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Blogging is my #7 priority right now

I apologize for all the theoretical internet dust and cobwebs that have been collecting on this blog for the past couple of months. I just haven't been able to find the motivation during my little downtime to actually update this little piece of interwebz.

So here we are.

I have an excuse, though. I've been incredibly busy over the last few months, and blogging just hasn't been a priority. In fact, I figured up my priorities and it ranks as number 7. Pretty far down there, isn't it?

Here are my priorities that outrank blogging right now:

Rocking that business casual for job #1
1. Job #1

Job #1 is my day job. I have two jobs -- a full time job that kind of sucks where I make a decent amount of money, and a part time job that is fun where the money varies.

My full time job -- despite being pretty awful on some days -- has been pretty good to me. It is still a struggle to get up and be there by 9am (I usually get up somewhere around 8:15 and am therefore always getting there at the last minute), but I do it.

2. Job #2

After six months of not working at Pizza Hut, I asked the new store manager if I could come back part time because I missed it so darn much. So since February, I've been working 10-ish hours a week as a delivery driver at Pizza Hut.

Both of my roommates work there also, so it doesn't really seem like work. Although it makes me really tired a few nights a week. I work from 9-5:30 at job #1 and then show up to work 6-11:00pm at job #2. Which brings me to my third priority...

3. Sleep

Sleep is hard to come by when you work two jobs and also want to maintain a semblance of a social life (see priority #4), but you have to do it. I usually sleep between 6-8 hours a night, although on my days off I sometimes let myself sleep more. 

It's not as much sleep as I got when I was working evenings (since I would practically let myself sleep all day), but I take it where I can get it.

Hanging out
4. Hanging Out

I'm not the most social person in the world, but I try to do at least one social hang out per week -- sometimes more. I typically spend one of my days off detoxing from the world (ie - Netflix binging, food binging, sleep binging -- binging on all the things) and I spend the other day doing something with a friend/friends. 

"Hanging out" may consist of just spending time with my roommates, or it could mean a day trip for shopping, touristy things, etc.

Last week, I went to the zoo on Tuesday and had some friends over for Chinese takeout on Saturday. It was a big week for me.

Coming up, I have a trip to Busch Gardens and a trip to the beach planned. These trips, together with my recent New York trip, have made for a pretty busy summer.

5. Relaxing
This is what "relaxing looks like"

I need a certain amount of chill time each week. I don't get any chill time at all on Thursdays and Fridays (these are my two 14 hour work days), so I have to catch up on it the other days. Relaxing usually consists of sitting in front of either the TV or the computer -- watching television/movies, reading blogs/articles, perusing message boards and arguing with people over characters in Orange is the New Black.

Relaxing also encompasses eating, spending time with the cats, and talking about random shit with my roommates.

6. The Gym (kind of)

I'm not as fully committed to working out as I would like to be, but I have recently joined a gym and am trying really hard to make myself go at least 2-3 times a week.

I really enjoy going to the gym, but it's the actually getting off my butt and going that is the hard part. I never regret it once I actually find the motivation to go.

7. Blogging

As you can see, my priorities list has caused me to leave my blog by the wayside. Blogging is down there with cleaning and running errands at this point. I've been meaning to call our Commissioner of the Revenue for like three months now about a refund they are supposed to have sent me, but I keep saying I'll do it "next week." Blogging has kind of ended up like that.

But this is me making a conscious effort to write a little bit more. Because I do miss it. So here's to trying.

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

The Accidental Bridesmaid

When I started my job just over a year ago, I was really anxious about making new work friends. At Pizza Hut (my only prior employment), it took me quite awhile to open up to my coworkers and actually find friends. I did, eventually, and my roommates are two examples of that. But I don't make friends easily.

Somehow I got lucky. Within just a couple of months at my current job, I was invited to go out to dinner and a movie with a few coworkers. I was invited primarily so that one girl wouldn't feel like a "5th wheel" since the other two people going were bringing their significant others.

"I do have a boyfriend," she assured me, "But he lives in New York."

It was a strange invitation, but I had challenged myself at the time to say "yes" to things, so I went.

It turns out, these people were great. We started hanging out on a pretty regular basis not long after that. And the girl, Bela, who invited me really did have a boyfriend in New York. In fact, he proposed to her not long after we started hanging out. And he moved down here to be with her.

Earlier this month, I went to New York to attend the wedding. And, due to one of her friends from China not being able to attend, I ended up filling in as a bridesmaid. It was one of the best trips of my life -- and one of the most beautiful weddings I've ever attended.


We arrived to New York by train. I took the trip with my coworker friend, Amanda, and her boyfriend. We'd arranged to stay in the same hotel as the bride-to-be and her family. I ended up actually rooming with Bela for three of the four nights so she wouldn't have to be alone in her room. This gave Amanda and her boyfriend some privacy, so it worked out really well.

The night we arrived, we took the train into the city to see Just Jim Dale, a one man show starring (you guessed it) Jim Dale. Now, I didn't know who Jim Dale actually was prior to the show but that didn't make it any less enjoyable. Jim Dale is a 78-year-old singer, comedian, and actor who you may know as the voice from the Harry Potter audio books.

For a dude in his late seventies, dude can still move.


We got our tickets for $25 through Roundabout Theatre's "Hiptix" program. Pro tip: If you're under 30 and you want to see a cheap show in NY, you can get "ehh" seats for $25-30 for the shows at Roundabout Theatre.

The only thing I regret about seeing Just Jim Dale is not dressing up. Practically fresh off the train, I wasn't looking my best and we all wore jeans. Apparently Jim Dale's fans are a little classier. We were very dressed down compared to the other theatergoers, and also about three decades younger.

After the show, we explored Times Square a bit and I got a $7 piece of cheesecake from Junior's that was delicious despite the price tag. I was in New York -- I allowed myself to splurge a bit.

The next day, we went back into the city to see the Museum of Natural History. I'd never been to this one before. I enjoyed it -- especially the animal exhibits. 



Pretty cool stuff.

We got food from a food truck vendor outside the museum. I tried to hand the guy my card, to which he kind of laughed and told me not to hand my card to people on the streets. Street vendors took cash only. It actually surprised me how many places in New York only accepted cash.

Anyway, I had a chicken kebab and it was bangin'.

That evening was the bachelorette party. Now, I've never been to a bachelorette party before but I think we did it up right. We started off at this great Italian place on the Lower East Side. It was raining, which was the only bad part. It made the walk (semi-run) to our next destination a little cumbersome, even though it was just a couple of blocks away.

And what was our next destination exactly?

A burlesque show. We went to The Slipper Room, where the drinks were expensive ($12 a pop) and the boobs were plentiful. We got there early (per the reviews on yelp.com -- pro tip: always check yelp.com) and scored good seats. It was a lot of fun.

I also got a little drunk because the drinks were pretty potent. I ordered a second drink because I thought we were staying for the second show, but we ended up leaving ten minutes after I bought my drink. I didn't want to waste, so I guzzled a whole cosmo like it was a canteen of water after a long hike. 


Saturday, we spent some time in Times Square like the tourists that we are, and we went to an art museum that Amanda's boyfriend (a graphic designer) wanted to see. Not my typical bag, but it was pretty interesting.

Then we went to the Central Park Zoo. I got to pet some farm animals, which are my favorites.

Hanging out with the sea lion

Very excited to feed the sheep
That evening, we got tickets to Avenue Q, the hilarious off-Broadway musical about puppets trying to make it in adult life. We all kind of related to the plights of the characters.

Also, they had $4 Sangria that you could order during the show! I had two of them. I really drank too much alcohol in New York.

The wedding itself was Sunday. We left the hotel room (which was in Queens, by the way) around 9:30 to get to the venue in Long Island. It was a gorgeous venue and the wedding itself went pretty well, considering.

There were a few hiccups... First off -- my dress was altered just a few days before the wedding. And it was a wee bit short. A minor thing, but I'm pretty sure I flashed at least a couple of people with my underwear at some point during the day.

Second: one of the other bridesmaids had rented a car for the trip. She and her wife had driven up to New York and left it in a parking garage with the intent to get it out to go to the wedding venue. They were going to also let me and my two travel companions ride with them so we wouldn't have to worry about taking a taxi or the LIRR (Long Island Railroad, if you're nasty) and spend a ton of money. 

The parking garage failed to let them know that there is no way to get a car out of the parking garage on a Sunday. Thankfully, they had gotten their dresses and make up and things out of the car beforehand, but we ended up having to take a taxi to the venue anyway. A $63 cab ride we didn't anticipate. Yikes!

We all got to the venue on time, but a few people in the wedding party were running late. The Maid of Honor (who was also the mother of the ring bearer) showed up at about 11:50am for a noon wedding. The bride's mom was also running behind.

We didn't have time to do a quick run through before the wedding started and about half the wedding party (myself included) weren't in NY the day of the actual rehearsal. So we had to kind of wing it. But for winging it, the ceremony was beautiful. I only teared up a little (Amanda teared up a lot).

At the reception, I only had one drink. It was $6 and delicious... some kind of pink lemonade mixed drink with sugar around the rim. I did not get drunk at the reception, although I should have because they made me dance.

Amanda and I at the reception. You can't tell how short my dress is
I did get drunk after the reception. After the wedding, I went to a bar with the bride, the groom, my travel companions, and some of the groom's friends. I had four drinks -- two vodka cranberry's, something that tasted like a sweet tart, and something the bartender called "fruity drink." The bartender wasn't big on telling us what he was giving us. I also sipped on Bela's White Russian and probably at least two other things.

I also flirted heavily with a groomsman. The first time I ever got a man who I don't really know's phone number is when I was pretty plastered. It was fun, though. I recall making a lot of outrageous comments on the drive back the hotel room. I regret nothing.

Number of days in New York: 4
Number of alcoholic drinks consumed in New York: 9-ish
Amount of money spent on alcohol (tips not included): $70-ish
Regret: None

And that was essentially my trip. The whole trip felt pretty surreal while it was happening. A year ago, I never would have expected to have met and befriended such amazing people at my job. I sure as hell didn't think I'd end up crossing state lines with them or ending up in someone's wedding party. Sure, that part was kind of an accident. It was a right place, weird time kind of thing. I fit the dress and I was there. But I'm glad I was there. And I hope that I can continue to be there in the lives of these people, as sappy as that sounds. Finding friends is hard, so it's really comforting when you find ones that you really like.

I'm pretty blessed in that way right now.

Friday, June 6, 2014

What happened to that girl?

Recently, as my mother was packing for her big move, she found an old video tape from the year 2000.

My parents had this huge camcorder that my dad pretty much had to control because it was really heavy and the rest of us could only hold it up steadily for so long. And by "the rest of us," I mean my mom because I was a kid and they wouldn't have trusted me with it anyway.

But that's beside the point.

The video was from Thanksgiving and it was intended to be one of those typical family holiday videos. My grandparents were visiting from Ohio and my dad took video of the women making the food and of my mom sleeping in the living room while everyone else was talking.

It really just turned into a 10-year-old me trying really hard to be the center of attention. I decided to do a "Christmas concert" by playing a bunch of Christmas songs on the piano (I wasn't very good) and also singing some Christmas songs. That was possibly even more painful than the piano playing.

It was embarrassing.

Anytime my dad would focus on something else, I would find some way of being the center of attention. At one point, I even changed my clothes, put on sunglasses, and pretended to talk to my friend on the phone. There was probably something wrong with me.

But while I was watching the embarrassing display of my childhood obnoxiousness, I was overwhelmed with another feeling...

As a kid, I had a lot of ambition. I sang, I played the piano, I wanted to be an actor. I have been creative since I can remember, and I always wanted to be a writer. 

In first grade, my teacher was so impressed by my story writing (which was probably mostly bad drawings set to a ridiculous story) that she would talk about me to her future classes. I met two of my childhood friends because I was something of a legend in their classroom. When they learned my name, they looked at me in awe and told me how often the teacher talked me up to their class. I've been proud of that for years.

Now I'm not trying to toot my own horn because, as I said, I was far from a virtuoso pianist. And my singing was pretty poor (Randy Jackson might call it "pitchy"), but I had the drive and the energy that it didn't matter.

And now, at age 24, I'm working a job where I'm not really exercising any of my creative energy. This blog is really the only outlet through which I do so, and I've been neglecting posting because I've been so tired on my days off. And also, lazy.

I guess it could just be a phase, but it bums me out how little I've accomplished lately. I want to write books and contribute material to outlets other than my own piddly blog. I want to share my writing and my opinions with the world, but lately I haven't even been able to come up with interesting material. Every time I think of a new post, I realize that it isn't something even half my readers would care about. 

I'm not sure where my drive has gone. Does this happen once a person hits adulthood? All your dreams -- both fantastical and practical -- disappear? I'm hoping I can get it back.

Mindy Kaling was a staff writer for The Office when she was 24. What the fuck am I doing with my life?

While I figure that out, please enjoy some of my various "photoshoots" from childhood. I figured I could use these when I got famous... My poor mother:

Not sure why I thought the hat and gloves actually matched the dress. Also, DEM GLASSES


12-year-old me being really "fashionable" and also meditative


Yes, that's a printed out screenshot from The Jeffersons. I've already admitted there was something wrong with me

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