Monday, September 8, 2008

The 8 Irresistible Principles of Fun

While stumbling the other day (Don't know what stumble is? Read one of my older posts) I came across a site with a flash video called, "The 8 Irresistible Principles of Fun." Followed by the link below, which I suggest that you check out so you have some understanding as to what I'm talking about, are my comments about the video. It is very funny that I stumbled this site since I've been doing a lot of self examination as of late.

Personally I enjoy having fun. In fact I at least hope most people do. I feel that if you did a survey about the fun people have in their lives there would be a vast majority of people that don't feel like they have enough fun. The video points out that "It's not absolutely necessary that you have fun...but life it better when you do!" Now this a a phrase that I could definitely live my life by. I try to have as much fun as possible, because when I'm not having fun I feel that life sucks. I think that's why I could never be one of those people that does a job that they hate just because they can make a lot of money doing it. I have a few close friends that are in or are going into professions that will earn them a shitload of money, but they hater and honestly I feel bad for them. I mean its not that they bad people at all I just feel that they have so much to offer the world and that they shouldn't be sitting behind a desk in the corner office. But, hey that's their call not mine.

1. Stop hiding who you really are...I don't really feel that I need to go in depth with this. I am who I am and that's all that I am. A very wise woman I met recently put it like this, "I don't have any flies around me and all of my skeletons are out of the closet."

2. Start being intensely selfish. Pay attention to the things that mean the most to you. Think about "the legacy you want to leave." With my life in a bit of a spiral (upward or downward have yet to be decided.) I've been thinking a lot about the important people lately. The ones I can't live without that ones that mean something to me. I'm trying more and more to keep in contact with. I'm tired of sitting around waiting for people to keep me around. I want to keep people around. I decide who stays in my life and no one else.

3. Stop following the rules. Well, this is something that I'm a bit of an expert at. Don't get me wrong, I follow the big shit. I mean I'm not going out shooting people and robbing banks. But every once in a while you've gotta let loose and if that means breaking some rules then so be it.

When I was young I had a lot of rules to follow, which were thrust up me by my controlling mother. I've been slowly breaking away from those rules as time has gone by. Since I recently moved out I've nearly broken free...and I feel great!

4. Start scaring yourself. Be adventurous. Be outrageous. Do the unthinkable. Check. I'm doing ti right now! I'm in the midst of an adventure I call love. It just started and I plan it going on for a long time. I'm working towards my dreams by applying to grad school and taking a job in a place I knew zero, nil, nothing about definitely qualifies as scaring myself. (Side note: they never said that these things were suppose to be good ideas.)

5. Stop taking it all so damn seriously. Okay so this is something I struggle with. I always have. I take things I do seriously mainly because everything that I do matters to me. The people I deal with (okay not all of them), the things I do, it all matters to me. Somethings shouldn't but they do. I guess its just who I am.

6. Start getting rid of the crap. Oh the crap. Everybody's got crap. Baggage. Skeletons. Whatever you want to call it get rid of it. Its hard. Trust me I know. I have only recently been able to get rid of a few things that have been bogging me down. But let me tell you I feel a hell of a lot better, and you will too if you just let it happen.

Like I said, I recently got rid of somethings. One of these things was a person that just was a pain in my ass. She was not a good person and the only way she made herself feel better was to put others down. I dealt with her shit to keep the air clear for the mutual friends we shared. Now that I have moved to a new place I don't need to deal with her issues. And if I'm ever around and she pulls the same crap. I can tell her what I feel. I'm done with it. And it makes me feel better.

7. Stop being busy. Alright now, this one I just can't follow. I enjoy being busy. The people and things that are important to me get the time and attention they deserve. That's all that matters to me.

8. Start Something. Right now I'm starting a lot of things. A new job. A new place to live. Applying to grad school. Trying to accomplish my goals. Name something and I'll start it. While I'm kinda freaked out about starting my "new life" I'm ready for the challenge and I'm starting to have fun with it. And isn't that the point of it all anyway?

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Let's begin it on This

Below is something I wrote within the last year. When I write my book I want to make it the introduction because I feel it gives the reader a little bit of information about who I am and how I write. So I hope you enjoy it. Please leaves comments and let me know what you think.

I can't write in my room. I don't know why but I just can't. There are too many distractions. Between AIM, the people that live in my hallway, my iTunes, and all the shit I have covering my walls. (Not that I think it's shit, but its what most people categorize it as. Posters, random things I've collected over the years, tickets from plays, concerts, and the movies, cards, photos of friends both old and new, I could go on and on.) Writing in my room is down right impossible. So, I moved.

Now I'm sitting in Group 1, a large building on campus made of nothing but concrete and hair. I sit in a gody semi-modern ugly chair. The shades of purple and orange in the shapes of circles within squares are distracting and at the same time completely easy two tune out of my vision. That’s what I attempt to do while writing, tune out the world around me. This is very difficult to do because it is so hard to find a place that has just the right level of noise and at the same time has few other distractions in the immediate area.

The best places to write I find are locations that don't allow me to touch anything, someplace where I'm not 100% comfortable to do whatever I want. A place that if I get and pace around the room I look like a crazy person. If I'm in my room I'll get up and pace and dance. If I'm in my room I'm usually sitting around in my underwear. I'm not a big fan of clothes. They're constricting, but once I take them off I'm too comfortable which causes me not to want to write or not concentrate on writing.

I also need a place where I don't have things to play with. My desk in my own space has too many toys on it. I swear I'm like the biggest little kid you'll ever meet. I've got Slinky's, Silly Putty, a hamster that dances to “I'm too Sexy,” tons of photos that I've flipped through so many times its difficult to see through the finger prints on them, and a billion other work delaying junk.

Out of all the clutter on my desk the bottle caps are what distracted me the most. They're everywhere. Between the beer I illegally drink to get the creative process started and my spontaneous collecting of them I would guess that I have around 300 of them. To pass the procrastinating time I usually build things with them. Little bottle cap houses frequent my desk and usually exist until the door slams hard enough to shake the surrounding area. I also make necklaces and earrings out of the bottle caps, so when trying to writing I usually have my little pick in hand to puncture small holes in the tops to I can string fishing line and hooks into them. I made these really bad ass red music note earrings that I finished the other day. The other day I had a beer from the bench warmer's brewery and the cap was a baseball. I'm working on making that into a necklace.

Anyway, as I sit here slouched down in my chair, my feet propped up on another hideous looking monstrosity of furniture. My eyes begin to wander off of my computer screen and people watching becomes my current distraction. Although there aren't many people in the hallway the ones that are seem so interesting. The first to walk by is a relatively tall guy wearing a navy blue t-shirt. His right arm was covered with a tattoo that I couldn't make out from the distance between us. He had white headphones in. I assume he was listening to an iPod. He walked in a hurried manner with a long stride. As he passed me I thought, “I wonder if he's good in bed?” Today was definitely one of those days when you're so horny that you look at people passing by that you find attractive and the first thought in your mind is if they'd be a good sex partner. If you're thinking that I'm the only person who feels this way you're wrong. I know a bunch of people that admit to doing the same thing. I mean it's not like I act on any of these horny questions, they're just thoughts. Besides I'm sure people think things way worse than this.

I've been sitting here for about two hours now zoning in and out of my word filled wonderland, and just like Alice I'm lost and have no idea where I'm going. When I sit down to write something whether it be a paper for a class or something I come up with myself I just wing it. I mean obviously there is some sort of thought behind it, but there's really no process to it. I don't really tons have ideas and plans when I first state, I just go. I'm sure most of my English professors would scold me for not having a plan going into it, but whatever, they can suck it. It’s my writing not theirs and when I get a bad ass book deal then they'll realize that although it may not seem like it, there is a method to my madness.

In fact, my madness is what makes me the type of writer that I am. With my brain constantly darting from one topic to the next it gives me witty side thoughts to add to my writing and by putting these on that page it gets my reader into my head. Maybe even a little further in my head than some people would like to travel. But I feel that everyone should go places that they find uncomfortable because by going outside of your comfort zone it helps you to grow as a person. There’s one person in my life that I try to help do this all of the time.

Her name is Lila. Lila works with me as an RA (Resident Assistant) in the building that I am the ARD (Assistant Resident Director) for. This year is her first year as an RA and when I first met her she was ridiculously quiet. She’s still pretty quiet if you don’t know her, but not around me anymore. I always push her out of her comfort zone, and while sometimes I know she hates me for it, most times she learns from the experiences she has because of it. Don’t worry you’ll hear more about Lila in some of my later readings…hopefully.

Writing! Must write something worth reading…but what does that really mean? How do you categorize what is and is not worth reading and who gets to make that call? Why wouldn’t someone want to just read about my thoughts? In the past I have found myself constantly worrying about what other people will think about my writing. Recently, I have come to the conclusion that I’m going to write about whatever that fuck I want and if people don’t like it, well; it doesn’t really matter does it. It would be fantastic if people did, but at the end of the day I’ll be okay if I’m not on the New York Times best seller list.

One day all the meaningless nothings that I write done will become something incredible. All of the slips of paper that I have written on, everything I've ever scribble in a notebook during class, and all of the random napkins and other scraps that I have scribed on will be used. All of it will become part of something amazing that I will have created, and this will be the start of it. This random writing that doesn't mean too much, but is merely a glimpse into my continuously roaming mind while I write, will be the first thing people read when they pick up my first book. They’ll pick it up and get a fantastic look deep into my strange and interesting thoughts.

So on that note, I hope you enjoy what I have written. This book has taken years and to get to this point I have been to hell and back. Okay maybe not hell, but definitely to limbo and back. These are my thoughts on life. I’m not saying they’re right or wrong, just that this is what I think and what I have learned from my experiences in the past 21 years.

Tuesday, September 2, 2008

A new job, a new city, and a whole new me?

So here's the deal as I have graduated from college it seemed like I should get a job that didn't involve me supervising 15 year olds and smelling like fried seafood at the end of every night. I started applying for jobs a few weeks after I moved back in with my parents, which, I'm not going to lie was even more of a motivation to get a new job. I trolled website after website. I'm not lying when I tell you this, I checked and about 5 times a day to see if there were new postings. On top of that I'm wonderful Wesley did the same. Frequently giving me URLs for jobs I already applied for or ones I was in the process of applying for. (Seriously, how cute is he?)

Anyway, around the second week in August I got a phone call from Becker College in Worcester asking if I would like to have a phone interview with them. Umm, yeah, duh? Well one thing led to another and before I knew it I was loading up my car and trucking to Worcester. I moved into an empty Residence Hall/Old House. Into an apartment with no furniture and I was scared out of my mind.

I will have been here for a week as of tomorrow, and I still don't know how I feel about. I've been lucky enough to have Wes, who has been through the same situation...except he was 4,000 miles from home (He's from Ohio) in Alaska and I'm an hour and a half. I've had a really tough time here getting used to the a city I know absolutely nothing about. It took me 2 hours to find the fucking Target the other day!!! Seriously, who the fuck does that? I do!

On top of all that I've been contemplating a few things. I mean, ok so in College I was Eve the RA, Company Manager of the Theatre Company, the person in charge of organizing so many things. People knew who I was and they knew if I was involved with something it would at least be organized. At times I felt like a go to person. Here, I don't know anyone. I don't know anything. Hell, I don't even know which direction to drive in to find Stop & Shop! I'm starting all over again. For me going to college was as easy as pie. I knew it was too easy for me in the beginning. I'm paying for it now. I'm not a fucking adult! Ok, sometimes I am. I don't know what I like the least about not being a college student: Not being around my friends or Not being involved with everything I could ever want to be.

I know its just going to take some time to adjust, but I feel like its going to be a long process. Ok maybe not too long, but I have a feeling that I'll at least last until I get a bed to sleep on.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Be a Traveler, Not a Tourist

I've always loved to travel. I don't care where I go or what I do I just want to get out there and see the world. Unfortunately at the age of 22 I have been limited to the east coast of my U.S. exploration, a 3 hour lay over in Iceland, a month in Germany, and a week long road trip with my friends to Toronto during spring break.

As I get older my itch to see the world needs to be scratched more than ever. Sadly, I'm poor as fuck so I don't get to travel much. Fortunately for me there is this amazing and fabulously entertaining creation called The Travel Channel. I can be distracted by the Travel Channel for hours open end. In fact the other day Wes (Remember? He's the BF.) said, "I watch the Travel Channel so much that if there's something I haven't seen I'm really surprised." The two of us are on the same page, and when there's something new on I get really excited!

However, out of all the shows, there are 2 that always catch my attention. The first one I feel in love with with Samantha Brown. She has been all over the place, and for that I secretly hate her. Her show, "Passport to Europe," I just couldn't keep my eyes off of and I secretly hate her for getting to some of the most beautiful places in the world. Her sweet, girl next door, fun loving attitude makes viewers love her. (She's Wes' TV girlfriend.)

Not only does she travel everywhere, but she goes to places that majority of tourist don't. Places that only locals know about. And, frankly, if tourists don't know about it, it makes me like it even more. Being a Cape Cod girl I know what tourists are like and I hate them with the fiery passion of a thousand suns.

Jumping off of that is that man I like to call the "Anti-tourist," Anthony Bourdain. Anthony is a master of 2 things traveling and food. He goes to big cities, suburbia, the country, and other remote areas, and mixes with the locals. He eats the local food and gets consumed by the culture that surrounds him. He's a bold, perfectly honest, guy from New Jersey (Even though I hate Jersey) who wants nothing more than a good stiff drink and a nice big plate of food.

To be completely honest with you I love to hate Samantha and Anthony. They have the best jobs in the world! Why the fuck isn't my job that cool? I'm mean I'm a worldly woman, (...kind of) and I can drink with the best of them. So, why might I ask you am I stuck in a fucking nasty hot kitchen all summer? I wish either you or I could answer that question, but I digress. I guess the cooking for seafood and contributing to the obesity of the U.S. will be left to me and amazing world of traveling will be kept to the "professionals." (Whatever that means.)

Saturday, August 16, 2008

So this is Love

I am far from the most beautiful woman in the world or as I like to say it - I may not be a 10 but the boys say I clean up good. (Thank-you Gretchen Wilson) However, At age 22 I have definitely dated my fair share of guys. (The exact number is currently in deliberation.)

I've been in both long term and short term relationships many of which have helped me to become the person I am today. I have loved and lost and it really is true what they say because if I hadn't loved at all I wouldn't have learned how strong of a person I am and I would not be who I am today.

Today, I am pleased to say that I am head over heels in love. I have never been able to say that before and if I could compare the love I have now to the love I have had in the past a very simple equation comes to mind (EQUATION! Oh my boyfriend would be so proud of me!) The love I once had X 100,000,000,000 = The love I have now. Ok so not quite rocket science or college level shit but the point is that I'm happy. I'm happier than I have ever been in my life.

And I know all of you must be thinking, "Who are you and what the fuck have you done with Eve?" but don't worry its still me. I know that I have yet to swear like a sailor in this post, and that there haven't been any dirty jokes. But I promise its me. (Don't worry I've still got that spunk in me.) I'm just a little gushy about the fast that I've found the love of my life.

I've never actually thought that a guy I dated would be the father of my children, but when I think about him and I together I get a HUGE goofy smile on my face and at times my thoughts tend wonder in that direction and I see a happy little family and it makes my heart smile.

And don't just think these thoughts are one sided. He loves me back and wants all the things that I want too. He actually told his parents about me! He has never told his parents about any girl that he has dated before. AND never mind that he invited me to come home with him for Thanksgiving! Thats HUGE!!!!

OK soooo the whole point of this post is to let you in on my love life. There will be times when I blog about it. We tend to do some pretty goofy things together and there are always good stories to go along with it. Additionally...OH SHIT! How dumb am I I forgot to tell you - My boyfriend's name is Wes. Anyway, Wes and I love to travel in addition to going on mini adventures, so as we go on trips I will be blogging about what cool shit we find and the people we run into. Also, in November I'll let you know how Thanksgiving goes with his 'rents cause God knows with my luck I'll do something stupid.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Changes, Soul Searching, and Where they got me.

So obviously I haven't blogged in a long time. According to I haven't touched my little piece of the internet world since May 1st. So you might be asking, "Ever where the fuck have you been?" My answer for you is: Trying to get my life in order.

You see after graduating from college (WOOHOO!) (Kind of.) I moved back in with my parents (Again...WOOHOO) (NOT!) and starting working at the same restaurant I've been working at for the past 9 summers. My life was awesome (not really) after I graduated. I spent my time in one of three places:

1. My parent's house
2. Work
3. My Boyfriend's apartment at school

Only three problems there:
1. I can't stand my parents
2. I hate my job.
3. Soon after graduation my boyfriend broke up with me. (In retrospect not a huge deal cause I found someone better/got to express some feelings that I had been holding back for nearly a year - More about that in another post.)

After getting used to the fact that my life sucked, I decided that I wasn't going to just bend over and let life fuck me in the ass. (Contrary to popular beleif I'm not a dirty slut.) So I sat down one rainy day at work and started thinking about what I want to better myself in and how I can get my life rolling in the right direction. In the course of 3 hours I came up with a list of 20 goals to accomplish by the end of the year. My goals are as follows: (Note: some goals are omitted to protect the innocent.)

1. Apply for Grad School
2. Watch 25 of AFI's top 100 movies of all time
3. Know the capitals of all 50 states
4. Plan a vacation to go on next year
5. Read 10 books that I've never read before
6. Start learning another language
7. Find a job that I enjoy
8. Learn how to mix drinks
9. Clean out my room at my parent's house
10. Make college scrapbook
11. Write at least 3 chapters of my book
12. Learn how to play ultimate
13. [Goal Not Included]
14. Keep in touch with Lamey and T when they are away
15. [Goal Not Included]
16. Blog at least once a week
17. Complete hat box project
18. [Goal Not Included]
19. Organize Pine Dale staff dinner
20. Pay off all credit cards.

So there you go. That's what I've been up to. Now feel free to comment on wheather you think my goals are possible, books that I might find interesting, cool places to go on vacation. Stuff like that.

If you didn't notice one of my goals in to blog at least once a week so you'll be hearing form me much more now I promise.

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Why I Love the whole World

Boom-dee-a-da, Boom-dee-a-da, Boom-dee-a-da, Boom-dee-a-da, I have had this stuck in my head for the past few weeks, and I'm totally ok with it. Why have I had this stuck in my head you might ask? My answer is The Discovery Channel. They have this fantastic new commercial and I can't get enough of it! If you haven't seen it check it out:

While preparing to write this and while writing it, thus far, I have watched it close to 25 times. Its kind of become an obsession. I know all the words and sing it every time it comes on TV. I swear I'm like a small child when it comes on mid-commercial break. I see those spacemen and the earth and my reaction is usually to say, "I LOVE THIS COMMERCIAL" and clap my hands in excitement like a toddler.

Moving on from my child-like amusablility, I wanted to see if I was the only person around that really enjoyed it. So I went down to the front desk of my the building that I live in and showed it to people as they were walking by. And what do you think I found? Well, out of about 30 people there was only one person, that wasn't a big fan! 1! Turns out I'm not so crazy after all.

Now that I'm not crazy, please let me tell you why I'm in love with this commercial. First off, its catchy. Fuck the goldfish commercials (Although, I do love the fishes.), I don't want to zoom-zoom-zoom in whatever car that is, and even though some days "I just can't seem to get it right," right now there isn't another commercial that is better to sing along with than this one. Seriously, watch it a few times and you'll be singing Boom-dee-a-da all day long.

Besides the song, the people in the commercial are pretty bad-ass too. You've got some Myth Busters in there, Bear Grylls (Who I'm secretly in love with even though he drinks his own piss.), and you've got Mike Rowe (apparently he loves dirty things...who knew?). If you're still not satisfied after that All-Star Discovery line up, all I can say is - Stephen Hawking. Could you ask for anything more? I think not. Oh, and if you get it stuck in you're head, don't worry I wont judge you.