The Elephant in the Room

It's almost midnight and I'm laying in my bed staring at the ceiling. I usually enjoy laying in my bed because it means that I am about to fall asleep but not tonight. Tonight, I can't fall asleep because of my upstairs neighbors. Normally, I have no issues with my neighbors, but tonight they are being quite noisy. I am in no way going to confront them about this, but it does make me wonder what they're up to, so I will speculate...



-They accumulated 300lbs of excess body mass over the past 24 hours and are simply walking around upstairs.



-They invited a local high school track team to practice the 400m relay in their apartment.



-They inherited a pet elephant.



-Instead of Bingo, they decided to play "If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball"



-They've strapped anvils on their limbs for fear that Newton's 2nd law was wrong and gravity doesn't actually exist.



-Leap frog



-Midget tossing



-Roller-derby



-Constructing a replica of the Great Wall of China



-Maybe pogo stick acrobatics has recently become an Olympic sport (unbeknownst to me) and they're training for London 2012. In that case, sorry for complaining. Go Team USA.

An overview

Have you ever had the feeling that where you are in life right now is where you're supposed to be? I've been having that feeling a lot lately.

If I ever had doubts about moving to Atlanta, they've been disspelled over the past few weeks. My job is incredible. The days can be exhausting, but my teams and coworkers are fun to be around. Most days I don't have to be at work until 1pm which is amazing. For those that don't know, I am not a morning person and, if you ever have the fine pleasure of seeing me before 9am, don't be offended if I just nod instead of exchanging socially acceptable greetings. My work days are filled with rehabs, volleyball practices, avoiding the flirtatious freshmen tennis guys, joking around with Pitts our strength coach, and then there's my favorite "quickie" everyday. I'll just let you wonder what I mean by that.

And speaking of interesting things, let's not forget the weekends, which are usually comprised of spontaneous events and sleep deprivation. I could be in the middle of Lake Allatoona amongst a make-shift redneck yacht club (which is probably the best way to spend a Saturday afternoon), watching the best-worst made for TV film ever (Catagory 7), hanging out at the top of the Westin drinking "koolaid", touring the ghetto, listening to bands in a shady bar (another favorite), hanging out with magicians and friends that eat fire, or eating with Shannon at a Chinese/Thai/Mongolian/Japanese/Sushi bar (I promise it's an acutal restuarant). I don't bother making plans anymore. What's the point? Things always seem to fall into place.

To summarize, life's pretty random right now which also makes it pretty fantastic. :)

The Break Up

Dear Sleep,

I feel that, since moving to Atlanta our relationship has changed somewhat and that we need to talk about it. I realize that we have not been spending much time together lately and for that I'm truly sorry. We used to spend every Sunday afternoon together. Now, we barely see each other and, when we do, it's only for a short period of time. I know it may not be the same for you, but being away from you only makes me appreciate our time together more. Work has been consuming much of my time. And, when I'm not at work, I like to hang out with my friends - no offense.

Now, I'm not saying you're boring, but we've been dating for years. And well, things just get old sometimes. We always hook up in the same places - my bed, the couch, the floor, sometimes other peoples' cars. I need something more (though there was that one time at work...). You never go with me to the mall or the local pub. I can't take you to dinner with my friends. Sometimes you go to church with me or to the movies. But, let's face it, our relationship isn't as intimate as it used to be. I think we just need to be friends.

And let's be honest, I know you've been seeing other people. I hear people talking about you all the time. "Oh I need Sleep" and "I had the best sleep last night." I'm no fool. I think it's best if we just dated other people. No hard feelings. I hope we can still be friends.

Love,
me

PS: Tell your cousin, Dreams, to leave me alone. He confuses the hell out of me.

Baby Face

So I've been living in the Atlanta-area for approximately a week and it's been great. I love the city, being near Shannon, new friends, my coworkers - bottomline this place is a perfect fit. I've had some fun times already (which I'll write about later), but one thing that's bothered me is that a lot of people that I run into think that, when I say "I just graduated," it means "I just graduated from high school." Most people, especially women, desire to look young, and this is all well and good when you're 30, 40, 50, etc. However, I'd just like to look my age. But I've decided that I'm not going to complain about it and, instead, embrace my baby-face. So I've compiled a list of the reasons why looking young is a good thing:

-No one shoots you an odd look when you order a Happy Meal at McDonalds.

- If you piss another driver off on the interstate, you automatically get a pardon because they think you're "new to this."

-No need for botox injections when you're older.

-Getting carded at rated-R movies is not cool, but neither is paying full price for a movie ticket these days. I'll take the kid's discount rate, please. :)

-People always compliment you for being "mature for your age."

-If you tell people that you have a master's degree, they automatically assume you're a child prodigy.

-You always get free access to the crayons and coloring book when waiting at certain restaurants.

-Free lollipops at the bank drive-thru.

-And finally, No one asks questions if they catch you playing in the ball pit at Chucky Cheese's. Actually, the only question they do ask is, "I wonder if that young girl knows my kid just peed in there."