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Skills I Don’t Know If I Should List On My Resume

I am really good at identifying S Club 7 songs

I can complicate any “simple” order at a fast food restaurant and often do

I am really good at making other people do math for me because it gives me anxiety

I know the E! Channel’s afternoon programming lineup very well

I can paint with all the colors of the wind

I know how to twirl spaghetti on my spoon all fancy

I can carry up to 12 Venti beverages from Starbucks by myself and walk 5 blocks with them without spilling a drop

I know all the words to “It’s Raining Men”

I am excellent at driving around with my low gas light on for as long as possible before filling up again

I  know all 4 of the Beatles’ birthdays, Bob Dylan’s birth name, and the kind of guitar Bruce Springsteen has used exclusively for most of his career

I am experienced at using “five more minutes” as an excuse frequently

I can waste several hours crafting the perfect playlist for the smallest seemingly-insignificant event or afternoon

I frequently create great life mottos like, “Someday I will use this in my screenplay” and “The cure for anything is more sleep or more coffee”

I am great at exhausting all my energy when adorable animals are around and trying to make them love me and cooing at them and singing songs to them and doing baby voices to speak to them

I am wonderful at living vicariously through the instagram feeds of Mayer Hawthorne and Oprah Winfrey

I identify colors I see with titles from the old Crayola box, including, but not limited to: Tickle-Me-Pink, Purple Mountain’s Majesty, Robin’s Egg Blue, Lazer Lemon, Macaroni And Cheese, Sienna, Burnt Sienna, Cerulean, etc.

I am a pro at taking naps, like, give me a few hours and a warm spot and I will NAP IT OUT

I am slowly learning how to sustain a real relationship on lengthy text messages, airport-terminal-embraces, skype calls til we both fall asleep, iced coffee dates, short visits, long goodbyes, and so so much borrowed time

I am skilled at actually wanting a job and not wanting to be a complaining twentysomething statistic like everything else I seem to read

I am always prepared to dance like crazy until my feet hurt and sing until I’m hoarse to good, loud, heartfelt rock and roll and never apologize for it

I’M IRONICALLY EMPLOYED

And, in the most dramatically ironic moment of my life yet – I AM EMPLOYED.

I AM EMPLOYED:

                            -at a Starbucks, in my hometown.

Yep. Baby steps.

If you know me at all, know my relationship with coffee at all and how it is a full-fledged obsession in my life, know my relationship with my hometown at all and how I’m terrified of being stuck in it forever but also welcoming of its safe place, please laugh at this irony with me. I couldn’t write a plot point this interesting if I tried.

But seriously, it’s employment and I am more than grateful. It’s something to do while I remain persistent at breaking into the music and media industry somehow! I mean, I am not knocking this AT ALL, in fact, I am doing happy cartwheels! And as my best friend Zack put it so perfectly, I get to spend all day being surrounded by my boyfriend: coffee!

But also, the irony. OH, the irony.

So, drop by sometime. I’ll make you a lion-haired latte.*

(*But there won’t actually be hair in it, cause that’s really gross. Should we call it something else? Just a “lion latte”? A “blogaccino”? A “postgrad mocha”? You decide.)

My Happy Place

My happy place is a mid-morning omelette, bacon, toast and a friend.

My happy place is a big hammock in the shade.

My happy place is sitting in front of a fireplace with a cup of hazelnut coffee (two splendas & just a kiss of half-and-half, please).

My happy place is driving with the windows down on a back road riiiiight when the sun comes up in the morning and a perfect playlist to accompany the ride.

My happy place is that last page of a book when you finish the journey and you just kinda sigh and go, “what now?”

My happy place is an SNL skit that actually manages to make me laugh.

My happy place is volunteering for a community that shares great stories and encourages women in truth every day.

My happy place is a closet full of boots, jeans that fit really well, and leopard print.

My happy place is a never-ending marathon of The Lord Of The Rings (Extended Editions) followed by the Back To The Future Trilogy followed by Almost Famous followed by The Sound Of Music, then repeated.

My happy place is a big couch with a warm laptop on my lap, reading blogs and watching stupid videos.

My happy place is a group sing-along.

My happy place is anywhere I can put my toes in a body of water.

My happy place is a brand new Bruce Springsteen single and upcoming album + tour!!!

My happy place is a new haircut and the smell of fresh laundry.

My happy place is a never-ending text message conversation with my family members.

My happy place is waking up before my alarm and going back to sleep.

My happy place is a big stack of vintage vinyl records.

My happy place is petting a puppy.

My happy place is tap dancing in my best friend’s new apartment.

My happy place is finding tiny little ways to change the world while looking for a big-girl job.

What’s your happy place?

Pop Culture Taught Me : Meaningful Mornings

I know that I can talk about the ongoing love affair that I have with my coffeemaker pretty constantly–

(we're thinking a June wedding)

–but until I actually get coffee into my system, no talking usually occurs. You see, I’m not exactly a morning person, and by “not exactly” I mean that I walk around in a zombie-like state for a long time and every day I bless my parents for having to grow up with the grumpiest crankiest child for 18 straight years of mornings.

However, television makes me feel even worse about this.

On every show that seems to have any little trace of family values, the morning is used as a normal, productive time. Television show characters all sit around the breakfast table and drink neon-orange juice out of spotless glasses, Dad reads the paper with his coffee mug in one hand and Mom asks the kids about their upcoming school days. IS THIS REAL LIFE?!

I’m not saying that my family didn’t communicate and love each other, but it certainly wasn’t as put-together and picturesque. I mean, everyone in tv shows is dressed and ready and super-awake when the sun comes up. Full House was always a party in the AM. Leave It To Beaver constructed major plot points before 7 o’clock. Heck, even the drama of The OC had happy times with bagels!

Some shows have countered this with a little more truth. Modern Family probably gets the most realistic, everyone-on-their-phones approach,

and, of course, Arrested Development will ALWAYS take the cake in my book,

but even so, I still feel like every morning is supposed to be shiny and Brady-Bunch-happy-go-lucky!

This is probably not ever going to be reality–

–but give me a breakfast taco and some caffeine and I’ll do my best to add my own laugh track. Or, at the very least, a coherent sentence once in a while before I rush out of the door to bigger and better things: like, say, lunchtime.

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