Goodness! It's been ages and ages since I last posted! Apologies all around, things have been crazy busy lately.
I don't really have all that much to say, though! So, I'm going to share some random pictures I just found on my computer. Hurrah.
There is no deep meaning, I just like these three!
hello, hello, hello!
Practising Positive Affirmations
I am beautiful.
I am brilliant.
I deserve to be happy.
I can get everything I ever wanted from life.
I am loved.
10.12.2008
The Kibble Bubble
My brother linked me this earlier today, and I think it's great: The Kibble Bubble.
It's an explanation of the financial crisis going on, but it's really cute, simple, and quite palatable.
APPROVED!
10.09.2008
sweet dreams are made of this...?
I had a dream early this morning in which I was Claire, from Heroes, only I didn't have her powers. So, I guess I was essentially Hayden Panettiere in the dream...
Having the powers would have come in handy, though, because I was at some sort of family gathering and when they learned that I was 20 and not 16, like they thought, they decided that it was time to kill me.
I wasn't the first person they killed, and they didn't just kill people, they sliced them up and tortured them and ate them. Gross stuff. So at one point, they had left me alone with one person watching me while they ate in the other room. They thought I was passed out from the pain, but, I was fooling them. I jumped up and ran. The person watching me followed, but I managed to hide.
Eventually, though, a whole bunch of them were in the room that I was hiding in, and they were about to check my hiding spot. One of my hands was chopped off, but, I still had the other one, so I climbed back down the ladder. I then explained to them that they shouldn't bother killing/eating me anymore, because I had some really rare, long named, deadly disease. (Not lupus!) So they frogmarched me back to the room I was in earlier, and they tested me for this disease. It turned out I actually did have it, so they were trying to decide what to do with me.
While they were deciding, I ran off again and got in a car with another captive and we were escaping, and no one was following us. I remembered, though, that they had someone else, and I wasn't going to let them kill her, so we went back.
It turned out that they knew that I would come back to try to save the other girl, and that's why they hadn't chased us.
Then I woke up.
10.02.2008
Going out of my MIND!
Hey kids - I'm going crazy here! All that I can think about is what kind of business to start, and what to do with my life. Legit. It's making me insane, giving me headaches, and generally is a nuisance.
I've narrowed it down a bit more:
1) A theatre
2) A bed and breakfast/inn
...maybe?
Gosh, I'm so confused and tired and sick of this! I need to turn my brain off, preferably for a few days!
9.29.2008
I've been doing a lot of (confused, angry, sad, crazy, outlandish, ridiculous, impossible, lousy) thinking lately. About all kind of important things, actually, but, for the sake of this post, it's just one main train of thought to focus on. What kind of business I want to open.
I may have mentioned that my second guessing started in a class I'm taking, where le prof had us discussing our passions. And I realized, whoa, I'm not nearly as into the whole bakery thing as I thought I was.
So, I've been thinking: what makes me happy? What makes my heart pitter patter? What can I talk about for hours? What have I always wanted to do? What do I dream about? What do I think about? Who am I?
All these random questions, about me and my lifestyle and what I want.
I realized that I really love movies, books, theatre, music, dance, art - all that fun creative stuff.
So I've been trying to figure out what I could do with that.
I could do some sort of studio, focusing on one of those things, or a category, like fine or performing arts.
But what would be SO SICK would be to run my own conservatory, with all of it.
Not going to happen, but, its a starting point for thoughts.
9.28.2008
Things I sort of miss about LoCo
Some of you may know that I spent my first semester of college somewhere that wasn't Fordham. I was at Loyola College in Maryland, which I hated.
But did I really?
Well, the short answer is no. The longer answer is yes, I did, but no because of Loyola. It was because I hated college life. Still do, in fact. Because when I transferred to Fordham, I was just as miserable - more so, in fact, because I had hoped that transferring would magically fix everything, and, well, it didn't at all.
Now I've grown used to it, gotten over it, and am doing alright, if not fine.
But there are actually a few things I miss about Loyola, strangely enough. Shh, don't tell!
1. A fun major
At Loyola, I was undeclared. However, the only time there that I felt really happy (with two exception, which I'll mention in a moment) was in my acting class, so, its pretty safe to say that I would have been a theatre major there. And that would have been AWESOME. Not as practical as a business degree, but, way more fun.
2. The mall
I went to mall with some of my roommates twice, and it was amazing. Not because it was a super great mall or anything, but because the city doesn't have malls. And when I go to the JV or Danbury mall at home, I always see people I know. Plus, they had a Gloria Jean's, which is where I get this delicious drink of awesome.
3. The size
Loyola was a lot smaller than Fordham, both in campus size and student size. On the weekends there, I would often read on the quad. I sometimes went two hours without seeing another person on the quad. That is impossible at Fordham, even over the summer when school is not in session.
4. The library
Okay, Fordham's library kicks the Loyola library's ass. Seriously. That was a crappy library, AND we shared it, AND it was under construction and looked like no one had entered it since the 70s. However, I actually checked books out of there, spent afternoons there to get out of my room, and there was one really cute librarian who I always expected to speak with an Australian accent (he didn't, though).
5. Voice lessons!
While I don't think I learned much from the woman who was teaching me, and it was kind of a waste of money, it was great to sing every week. I more liked the concept than the execution, though. ;)
9.24.2008
I made a list. Two, in fact.
It's one of the things I'm best at, making lists.
SO. I was in class yesterday, a dreadfully boring class, so, I spent some time making a list of the possible businesses I was interested in opening, maybe.
1 cafe
2 bakery
3 dessert bar
4 restaurant
5 bookstore
6 library
7 furniture store
8 craft-supply store
9 dance studo
10 performing arts studio
11 theatre
12 movie store
13 pottery studio
14 music store
15 art studio
16 wellness school
17 adult class school
18 tea house
19 coffee house
20 interior design store
21 detective agency
22 minigolf course
23 arcade
24 bar
25 consulting firm
26 spa
27 real estate agency
28 travel agency
29 fudge store
30 farm
31 museum
32 franchise
33 bed and breakfast
34 inn
I know that several are similar, and some are very unlikely, but, I made myself fill in an entire sheet of looseleaf, so, I as grasping at straws.
Additionally, I made a short list of other jobs I might be interested in:
1 interior designer
2 real estate agent
3 writer
4 FBI
5 CIA
6 PI
7 consultant
8 landlord
9 professor
10 scholar
11 actor
12 singer
13 sculptor
Thoughts?
9.18.2008
doubts!
Breaking news that I felt that you all should be aware of:
I'm having doubts.
"About what?" you might ask. Well, I'll tell you.
It's about my dessert bar/bakery thing. Don't get me wrong, I think its a great idea, and we really need a bakery of some sort in the Mahopac area. But I'm beginning to doubt that I'm the one to run it.
Let me explain why.
First, I can't not have my hand in every aspect. For a bakery, that means running the actual business and doing most of the baking. I like to bake, and what I do bake, I bake well. But I don't have a large variety of things I know how to make. I know that I am not the person to bake all of the stuff we'd sell, but I don't think I could give that up.
Second, if I didn't give it up, I'd be doing two jobs. In the morning and afternoon, I'd be baking. In the afternoon and night, I'd be worrying about business matters. That means no down time, ever. EVER. (I know that running a business is a lot of work, and I don't mind giving almost all of my time to my business. But I do want a little bit of me time sometimes.)
Third, I like baking at home. Occasionally. When I have spare time. Would I like baking every single day, always, on a deadline? No. No I wouldn't.
Most importantly, though, it no longer feels right. The passion that was there for the past two years is gone.
So what now? I'm still going on with my plan. I'm doing a concentration in entrepreneurship, and will graduate in May. I hope to get a job in the Westchester/Putnam/Dutchess area for a few years, until I have money to start my business.
So I've got a little time to think about what sort of business it should be.
But having no direction is hella scary, guys.
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