Daily Dreaming

You’ll know just by looking at the picture!

Enough said…

Haven’t had one of these in a while…even though Mr. Jenkins doesn’t like them…someone somewhere appreciates them!

Song of the day: Courtesy of American Eagle Outfitters’ constant store song rotation.  This is the only one I actually don’t mind hearing three times in two hours.

Sugar, We’re Going Down by Fall Out Boy (www.falloutboyrock.com)

Am I more than you bargained for yet
I’ve been dying to tell you anything you want to hear
Cause that’s just who I am this week
Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum
I’m just a notch in your bedpost
But you’re just a line in a song
(A notch in your bedpost, but you’re just a line in a song)

We’re going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)
And Sugar, we’re going down swinging (Take back what you said)
I’ll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)
A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it

Thanks for the corrections.

Man, this guy can write…it’s my dream to one day do what he has done in this article…

http://www.pastemagazine.com/action/article?article_id=2051

And, oh yeah…sorry to Chris Thile about his divorce…

I’ve been plagued with these feelings of being less than perfect, not good enough, completely inadequate. With a bank account in the negative, yet no free time to breathe because of work, I’ve yet to get the needed feeling of accomplishment. I pray daily for God to grant me peace of mind. Not a ginormous paycheck, or anything materialistic. I merely just want to be happy with my new life I’ve started. This new life is not yet all it’s cracked up to be, and eventually I’ll be able to get past the negative, glass half empty diatribe, yes Paul, I said diatribe, of real world woes.

Trust me, I’m getting just as tired of blogging about it as much as my two readers are of reading it. I’m ok, I’m as happy as I can be. I love my many hours of work and how much I’m working. The last of sleep is only mildly catching up to me. In the next two weeks I’ll be loving it even more when the paychecks start getting cashed.

My life isn’t always a non-stop pity party, there are some upsides. My grandpa is doing much better, I am getting paid in about two hours, I get to sleep tonight, so all is not a total loss, and not to be all ‘give me a cookie’ but, yeah, I work at the Washington Post.. It’ll get better sometime, God promised…

I GOT NICKEL CREEK TICKETS!!!!!!

Sunday, October, 9, Washington DC…

The 9:30 Club (www.9:30.com)

Who’s excited…I AM!!!!!!!!!!!!

It’s here!!! Nickel Creek’s long awaited album!

Why Should the Fire Die

Visit www.nickelcreek.com for more information on the album, the tour and the band.
To see the video for their first single “When in Rome” go to www.cmt.com, you can also see a making of the video.

Which brings me to my next point….

Song of the day:

When in Rome

Where can a sick man go
When he can’t choke down the medicine the old doc knows
A specialist came to town, but he stays at home
Sayin’, “No one knows, so I don’t”
Honey, when in Rome

Where can a dead man go
The question with an answer only dead men know
But I’m gonna bet they never really feel at home
If they spent a lifetime learning
How to live in Rome

I just want to take this time to thank everyone who prayed for my grandpa. He’s getting better, heart attacks and cancer aside. He needed the prayers. He is, without a doubt, my favorite person on my “white” side. I don’t know what I would do without him in my life. Which is a great segway into today’s “blog-writing-at-work” entry…

I did a lot of thinking about stuff I didn’t really want to think about ever! I thought about the day, though I def. don’t want it to come ever, that my grandparents won’t be here. I don’t like the thought of my Mema and Papa not being around. Seeing their shining, smiling, loving faces. God has a way a putting their smiles in view for me when I need them the most, and if I can’t see them, their voices bring me enough joy to make me smile for days!

It’s a tricky thing…death…it’s not something anyone wants to think about and I promise after this blog, there will be no more death talk. I don’t even like to think about my grandparents and that awful word. So on that note…no more death!

Have you ever wondered where you will REALLY be in a week, a month, a year, ten years…an hour. I mean, I know people ask  all the time, “Where do you see yourself in <insert number here> years.” Now that I’m in the path of whatever my future holds, I’ve actually attempted to look that far ahead. The only thing I’ve found is that looking that far in the future is absolutely pointless. There’s no telling where I will be in the next ten minutes. A breaking story could come in and I’d be off with whatever photog is assigned, or work someone else’s desk while they go out on assignment. Take what I’m doing right now. I went to work yesterday with the thought that I would get to sleep in today because I don’t have to be at AE until tonight. After lunch yesterday I was offered a chance to work at the Photo Desk on the weekends, surprisingly, to me and the other copy aides, after only five days on staff at the Post. Proof that there is no way to truly dictate what my life will be, what my future will be. It’s all in God’s hands.

“Life is short so they say ‘Carpe Diem’ Sieze the day” spoken so eloquently by Matt of JLC (KT’s favorite blue eyed Rock rapper…What makes you hot?! *wink*). Those words I live by, everyday. I want to be able to experience everything I can. Push this body God gave me to it’s fullest adrenaline level. Some call it thrill seeking, I call it doing whatever I can to experience everything God has put on the planet that stretches far beyond my Shannon-sized comfort zone.

Just met Josh…see…new person every two seconds.

American Eagle was fun…all on the feet…ALL DAY!!! My feet were killin! But it’s all good. The hardest thing I think I’m gonna have to face is the fact that all I want to do is buy the clothes I work so hard to keep folded.  I am now a master jean folder, and yes, there’s a jean quiz that I will ace! That means $10 jeans! Can’t beat that!

I’ve come to the conclusion, on my 30 + minute commute to work daily, I’m gonna take things…work, social life, emotional mumbo jumbo…day by day…it’s the only way I can survive, and not be the youngest person in my family to die of a heart attack. 

That’s all for now…

…and that was Andy…