Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Dear Orlando, 67 days of smiles,

Please pick Nicole and Maria! Sure, our video is not exactly what you called for, but I think it shows a lot of our positive qualities and thus is still relevant. Please pick us, we cannot be more perfect for the job, and we really need this job. You won’t be sorry.

For everyone else, here is what I am talking about. Nicole and I just applied last night for this thing called 67 days of smiles where two people to go to Orlando and ride ALL the rides. On top of riding all the rides and having a great time, we would have to write a blog about our experiences (easy) and take video along the way to also post on the blog or on Utube (also easy). It’s as if this job were made specifically for Nicole and me, taking our particular skills into mind and shaped to perfection. We have been particularly bummed since finding out that we applied to the Disney college program too late and have been on the look out for something of its equivalent to get us out of the house and onto some adventure. This is perfect!

Here are some reasons we would be ideal for the job:

1. We can write. We both have blogs and, in my opinion and the opinion of our teachers and peers back at WVU, are fairly good at it. Nicole and I are both working on books and aspire to be writers one day. I think YA is our nitch, but lets not pidgin hole. We have big plans for projects in the future, and this Orlando job would be the best thing in the world for getting our names out there.

2. We are not afraid to be in front of a camera. We made TONS of video’s last year of ourselves and our friends. Nicole has an entire site of video’s and is the mastermind behind them all. She is amazing at editing and has about a million visions of future projects and music videos. Put us in front of a camera, and we are total hams.

3. We are kids at heart! Nicole and I are about 10 years old at the core of it, so even the smallest thing fascinates us. We need this job to put off being ‘grown ups’ for as long as possible. What better than going to Florida and riding all the rides!

4. Believe it or not, on top of being 10 years old at heart, we are very hard workers. We both got exceptional grades in college, so we know when to buckle down when need be. I can promise we will work hard for Orlando, because that would be the sort of work we love doing.

5. We have nothing going on. We live at home, Nicole with her two younger siblings and me alone because my brother moved out. I work as a beer wench and Nicole works for her father. There is no more perfect time in our lives than now for this sort of thing to happen.

6. We are different. I think we are anyway. We are not your run of the mill stupid girls who only care about boys and texting. Nicole wants to be a Psychologist and a writer and I want to be a writer and make movies. We have huge life goals and don’t let what’s ‘popular’ influence our decisions.

7. We get along. Nicole and I lived together for two years and hung out every single day and are still not sick of each other. I think we will be fine for 67 days. Being however many miles away from each other now is weird after spending so much time together just a few months ago. This would be an amazing thing to cap off our time together at school.

8. We are used to performing, which I think is a lot what this is all about. We will be Public Relations people for Orlando, which involves playing the part. I’m not saying I can act (CAN’T ACT) but I have been in a lot of performances groups over the years. Nicole and I spent four years together in the Pride of West Virginia Mountaineers Marching Band Color Guard and had a blast performing in front of thousands of people every week. We have done tons of different indoor guards and all sorts of other random things.

9. We love to travel. After Disney rejected us, we spent a bit of time trying to figure out how to move to Orlando anyway, find a place to live, and get jobs at Disney anyway. I just got back from London and Dublin last week which is why our video is not one of us together. Nicole has a trip to Wales up her sleeves she is trying to get together. Traveling rules. One of my dream jobs would be to be a travel writer, which is exactly what this job is.

10. We have great smiles, as you can see, which seems to be important.

I’m sure there are far more reasons, besides the obvious one (THAT WE WANT IT REALLY BAD) but I have to go to work soon. Back to the Döner. I wonder if the regulars missed me. Who has been pouring them beer all this time?? If I get into the Orlando thing, they will just have to deal with it.

So if you are reading this Orlando 67 days of smiles people, thanks for reading. Good luck in the decision process and I hope you chose us!


Monday, June 29, 2009


I really want an office. I want an office with a huge desk that can fit my computer, mouse pad, and an open text book on both sides and a printer comfortably without having to spread things out on my lap. Said office will need to have a few windows for light, lots of book shelves and a very comfortable chair at my desk and in the corner for reading. Other things that are imperative; high speed internet (wireless), major music hooks ups, and a great view. Also a door with a lock.

That might make me look like a hermit, but I don’t think there is anything wrong with that as long as it is not a permanent thing. I have been told before that I have hermit tendencies, so I guess this is me confirming that comment. No one seems to get me when I say I have no where to write at home, since my room is devoid of brother and there is a library in town. But listen, I am particular. I had a good thing going at school, my own room where I was seldom bugged and lots of places in town to go write. At home it’s all different for some reason, our house is too small. I need a better space. My room is very dark. I guess I am just going to have to make it work for the time being. Maybe if I clean it…

The entire reason I bring this up is that I just got back from London the other day and it has made me miss school. Our entire trip had a very literary theme to it; everywhere we went was someplace that inspired Oscar Wilde and countless other famous authors. We were in Dublin purely for Bloomsday, a day centered on the events in James Joyce’s ‘Ulysses.’ We saw George Orwell’s house, went to the colleges of Phillip Pullman, J.R.R. Tolkien, Oscar Wilde, and C.S. Lewis in Oxford and saw countless memorials to authors in Westminster like Dylan Thomas, Shakespeare, Jane Austin, Christopher Marlow and Wordsworth. We saw Geoffrey Chaucer, Charles Dickens, and Alfred Tennyson’s graves. We went to the college in Oxford were the real Alice lived and inspired Lewis Carroll to write Alice in Wonderland. I went on an entire tour to the places in London that inspired J.K. Rowling to write Harry Potter. We saw Peter Pan’s statue in Kensington Gardens. The list goes on and on and onnnnnnn.

My favorite place we went on my entire trip was Oxford by far. The most beautiful school on the planet. The students have to wear robes to their exams and a carnation on their lapels varying in color depending on how many exams they have completed. I could spend a year there and still not have explored Oxford to the fullest. I want to live there.

This is why I need a desk, because I need to go back to school. I have been out for a little over a month and I want to go back more than anything. I love school as much as the sun loves to shine, and I will get a masters degree. Be it from George Mason or Oxford Brooks, it’s happening. Even if I have to reapply to George Mason and take a whole other year off to pay for Brooks, it’s happening. No matter how stressful school can get sometimes, as much as it makes me want to pull out all my hair and run away, I love it. I love the stress. I love having somewhere to be all the time, having a schedule. I love learning and reading and WRITING. School is one game I know I can win. I want to go back.

So that’s all I have for right now, my realization that I am going to have a harder time in my year off than I originally anticipated. Until my joyful reunion with exam dates and reading two novels a night I have a few things to keep me occupied.

1. Summer reading list. I bought a few more books on my trip that have been added to the list that I can’t wait to get to.

2. All my unfinished stories and books. I have a LOT of unfinished projects from college, including my suicidal Frenchman book, color guard book and my two children’s stories that need finishing and finalizing. Also, my trip gave me a lot of new ideas, but I should probably finish the things I have started before moving on to other things.

3. applying to schools. Brooks first and foremost, but I think I might apply to a few others nearby just for kicks.

4. Classes at Nova. I might take a few next year so I can put off paying my loans a little longer. Could be fun, they might have a film class.

5. Finding a real job. Not that I don’t love being a beer wench (I really do), but I should probably find something a tad higher paying.

6. Start sending stories places. Never going to get published if I don’t start sending things into the world! Probably won’t get published anyway, but I will never know if I don’t do it.

The moment I got back from my trip mom reminded me of this writer’s workshop thing that was happening down near my grandparent’s house in Rappahannock VA. My grandma found out about it in the paper and had asked if I wanted to go ages ago, but I completely forgot in my excitement over my trip. So yesterday mom and I got up at 5am to drive down for the workshop. This also made me miss school a lot, mostly my old school.

The workshop consisted of older people, many of whom had never written before and just wanted to start. That’s totally cool, it’s just that everything they were telling us were things I have already head a million times back at school. It was however worth it because I got a nifty book on self publishing, a few ideas for blogs and a website I should probably look at. Oh how I wish I could go to the WVU writers workshop this summer. Alas, tis too far away and too much money. Oh well.

Now I am still at my grandparent’s house. Mom and I are leaving tomorrow, visiting James real quick and then going home. Tuesday I have to go back to work where the Germans and drunks are waiting for me. If only I had a desk.

“yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes.”


Sunday, June 28, 2009

I should start tagging my blogs me thinks.

PS there are pictures in my last blog now. Check um out. I think it's way better with pictures, don't you?



Saturday, June 20, 2009

Rainbow roses

Hello world. Greeting from London! It's really late at night and I am sitting in the hotel lobby by myself listening to David Bowie on my pod and watching a lot of families with small children going to and from the hotel restaurant. Curious that they are here with small children at such a late hour, but whatever. Lots of different languages in my ears, love it! So, since it is late and I am too tired to write a new blog but want to update anyway, I am just going to rewrite a little of my journal here for your reading pleasure or pain, whichever. This is a little bit from June 17th, a few days ago when we were still in Dublin.


Next we started to stroll in Steven's Green, another lovely, green park. The only difference between this park and all the other ones we have seen so far is that this one has water, rocks and ducks. I took a lot of tree-reflecting-on-the-water pictures that always make one seem like a better photographer than they really are.

After lunch we (myself and the G-parents) were walking around and passed a flower stand we had passed earlier, but this time I stopped. Always when I see a flower stand I want to buy a flower, but on trips such as these there is no more in-practical thing to buy. What would I do with it? Keep it in my hotel room that I am hardly in so it can wilt and be admired by no one? However I had seen this particular rose earlier and wanted it. So I bought it.

This rose was unlike any I have ever purchased or even seen before. It was rainbow. Not one of 2 colours, but every ROY G BIV color in the rainbow. I don't know how they did it, besides dyeing each individual petal separately which is what it looked like happened, but I will use my imagination and assume, logically, that it was grown like that and that somewhere there grows bushes upon bushes of rainbow roses. It had very long thorns and blue tinted leaves, and it was beautiful. The women warped it for me in enough paper for a dozen roses and we were on our way.



SO again, why buy a flower? Here's what I think happened: Oscar Wilde's spirit snuck into my mind for a second and convinced me to get the rose for him. I have to doubt in my mind that if Oscar Wilde were walking down the street today he too would have bought that same rainbow rose for his lapel, and would have brought it up in conversation all day until it's petals began to wild. There is another reason I believe this, and it came from the very words of Wilde himself.

In order to explain I need to fast forward a tiny bit and explain a little about things I believe. Next to mountains, ice cream and taxi rides there is not much I love more about travelling than statues. Whether they are just a bust, striking a stunning stance or naked, I am always glad to see them. I went statue crazy in Rome since you cannot take two steps in any direction without running into a Bernini Angel or someone who's probably Cesar. In Dublin there are much fewer, but still a respectable many. Another thing about statues is that I believe there is a tiny bit of the real person in every statue you see, if the artist is any good, which they usually are. You cannot capture the image of a person without also trapping who that person was on a least a small level.

Here's where I fast forward. Later this same day one of the last things we did was find the Winding Stair Bookstore we had read about in the paper. It was a cute little one room bookshop with books hanging from the celling as well as stacked in the shelves. The major theme of our visit to Dublin has been books, seeing as James Joyce's Ulysses is the reason we are here in the first place, so I felt, being the one with the newly completed English degree that I should probably buy a book. Being a life long book lover, book worm and aspiring writer, this was something I looked forward to a great deal, and the Winding Stair was the perfect place to make it happen.

I wanted something by Oscar Wilde seeing as he is my favourite Irish writer (next to Mave Binchy) and as he lived and went to school in Dublin. I found at first the complete short stories by him, which I did not already have, but in the end settled on The Happy Prince, a collection of his children's stories. The burgundy cover and gold lettering had me sold at first sight.

Nestling into the covers at our hotel, I started to read The Happy Prince. However the story was not at all happy, not in the least. The Happy Prince is about a statue of a Happy Prince who is covered in jewels and gold and is loved by the village he oversees. However, after a bird lands on his arm and is soon drenched in his tears, we learn that the Happy Prince is not happy at all but sad to see the unhappiness of his subjects around him. SPOLIER ALERT: in the end the little bird becomes his friend and helps him make his subjects happy by spreading his jewels to the poor people, leaving the Happy Prince quite bare looking and ugly. I will leave the very ending a surprise still since I hate spoiling the ending or anything of any book.

There in bed I realized what had happened to me, I was the little bird to Wilde's Happy Prince. Oscar must have taken a liking to me the fist time I went to this statue the way I kept taking pictures of him and freaking out about how awesome he looked. I admired him for some time, impressed by the details of his rinds and the color of his outfit, loving his smirk and smirking back. Being a bit of Oscar himself he must have certainly loved the attention and thought he could use my love of him to his advantage. Why else would I buy a rainbow rose on the streets of Dublin of which I had so practical use? Why else was it rainbow when clearly my favourite color rose is deep red? Nothing else explains it.



So I bought Oscar Wilde a rose. I brought it to him not yet realizing that it was his idea all along, and placed it in the crook of his left arm. His smile forever etched in stone seemed a little brighter and I am sure that deep inside his man made stone mind he was thinking “oh the cleverness of me!” quoting Peter Pan and laughing at me.


Man that took forever to write. No pictures, computers here won't let me upload for some reason. I Hate European keyboards. They are basically the same, but just different enough that it takes twice as long for me to type anything as it would at home. Oh well.

OK I should sleep now. More later from London!


Sunday, June 14, 2009

Ready to Leave

Good morning citizens. I have not done one of these in far too long, so I guess I should give it a go. I have been busy.

Since last I wrote I have been basically working non stop at the Döner, meeting the colorful regulars, stopping the spread of fake 100 dollar bills and breaking glasses. Watch out for those middle age white women out with friends, they are loaded with fake money. Now that I have stopped one fake 100, I am paranoid of all people asking for change for any sized bill.

What else has happened? Neil Gaiman wrote a blog the other day saying that so many blog worthy things had been happening to him lately that he did not know what to blog about first, thus cramming it all into one hurried blog. When I read this I thought “oh, me too, I have not bloged in a while.” However on further reading, I see a difference between what is blog worthy to me and what’s blog worthy for a famous author. His list included book signings, trips overseas, openings of a new musical based on Coraline, and hanging out with famous people. My list consisted of getting a hair cut, being told I looked familiar at work, not liking the movie 7 Pounds, spending hours making wedding shower invitations, getting a real ‘good job!’ at work, and my greatly anticipated summer reading list. So exciting, right? Well, that’s about as exciting as it has been, but it is about to get better. I am actually waiting right now to go to the airport to be whisked away to Dublin, Ireland and from there London. I cannot wait to leave the country.

So anyway, that’s what has been going on lately. The most exciting thing has been my hair cut. Still no pictures, but there will be eventually. I got it cut to my chin, well, a bit below my chin, and I got some rockin’ bangs. I love it so much, I don’t know why I ever let my hair get as long as it was; short hair is so much more fun!

Here is my summer reading list as of right this second, in no particular order of which is subject to change:

Lolita ~ Vladimir Nabokov
American Gods~ Neil Gaiman
Anansi Boys ~ Neil Gaiman
M is for Magic~ Neil Gaiman
Sandman (finish series) ~ Neil Gaiman
Stardust ~ Neil Gaiman
Y: The Last Man (finish series) ~ Brian K. Vaughan
Love, Stargirl ~ Jerry Spinelli
Matilda ~ Roald Dahl
Downbelow Station ~ C. J. Cherryh
Shakespeare, The World as Stage ~ Bill Bryson
Blindness ~ José Saramago
Love in the Time of Cholera ~ Gabriel García Márquez
Eat, Pray, Love ~ Elizabeth Golbert
Blue Diary ~ Alice Hoffman
Very Far Away From Anywhere Else ~ Ursula K. Le Guin

As you can see, I have a lot of reading to do. This list will probably get bigger as the summer goes on, these are just the books that have been either given to me this year and recommended to me. A few are graphic novel series which excites me to no end and a great many are young adult books which also makes me extremely happy. I think I have a nice mix here of fiction, non fiction, YA, graphic novels, magical realism and science fiction in my list to satisfy me all summer long.

Alright, this is all I have for now. The next time you hear from me I could very well be in Dublin. I will try to write a little something when I get there, but I am not promising anything. I will probably be too busy exploring.