It Is What It Was.

Ok, admittedly, I'm the worst blogger ever. It's been a million years (or well two weeks) since I last wrote on this thing. There have been a number of ponderings that I've actually written down and fully intended on expounding upon... however, I've been in a bit of a slump. However, that's neither here nor there. Here goes...

I hate when people say "It is what it is." No, as a matter of fact, it isn't. There's always something that you can't see from your point of view that skews exactly what something is or isn't. Instead people should start saying "It is what it was." Mainly because hindsight is always 20/20.

Don't tell me your frustrated about something or bothered and then shrug and say "it is what it is." That's not an excuse you can use for things sucking. Pick yourself up by the proverbial bootstraps and do something about it so that your situation is what you want it to be... not whatever it "is."

And don't give me that bullshit-President-Clinton "That depends on what your definition of is is" argument because it makes me want to beat you with the righteous frying pan of frustration. Situations, people, jobs, friends, events are always what they were. There is no solidity to anything that is going on as we speak. Everything is continually changing until it's over with. Then you can go back and say what it was.

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In Other News, I thought I would have some fantastic news for you guys by this point but I don't. I got my hopes up about moving to Los Angeles for a job I was talking to someone about but that fell through... and the only reason I can think of is because other people are unreliable and unpredictable. Anyway, I've got a new opportunity coming up. I'm hoping and praying this one works out. Being home a lot means my room is clean though! Alright. Wish me luck, pray, send me good karma thoughts... you know what I mean.

keep your head up

I'ce noticed recently that a ton of my friends are having babies. And so they tell me about them. In sometimes gross detail. Recently my best friend told me she was so proud that her baby could keep her head up... And that got me thinking.

Why is it that lifting our heads up is such a big deal? Other than the pbvious fact that you've started to have muscle control. My other reasoning is that lifting your head up is a big deal because it's something you're supposed to do for the rest of your life.

So many.people walk around with their faces toward the ground for apparently no good. Reason at all. People take this monumental thing and kill it by allowing bad luck or a bad day to ruin that thing that made your mom swell with pride. I've noticed that lately it doesn't matter what gets thrown my way as long as I keep my head up and keep going.

It was important when we were babies and its important as adults. I just think we never make the connection.

There's a ton of IN OTHER NEWS updating for me to do but its hard to type on my blackberry and my mom's telling at me. It'll happen soon though :) but possibly not before I get to LA.