crossing the hall.

day one at hollister co is complete. an entirely different experience than that of abercrombie & fitch. (mainly because of those whom i work with). and not all too shabby. just different. two almost married woman, a relaxed guy, and a roommate whom is single and just graduated from college... is a gigantic variation from two dudes who are obsessed with working out and another dude who just goes about his own business. not to mention the variance in the "type" of associates...

but all will be well. and i will continue forward and figure it out. lighting, shelving, magazines, and all.

but my evening hopefully will hold a tidbit of fun before i journey back into the dark cave of hollister at 6am tomorrow (yes, less than 12 hours from now). mexican food, margaritas, and an eventful walk are in my near future... who can complain about that?

the unexpected path.

life never follows the path one thinks it will. as evidenced by my current state of life. and i must keep reminding myself that there is a reason for where i am. there is a reason for what i must experience. there is simply a reason.

if only it were easier to explain that point to other people...

for now. a good book. a nonfat chai. a pen and paper. and a pool shall suffice.

the little things.

dinner tonight... a delightful meal of gluten free mac & cheese (something i've been missing for way too long). a turkey burger. fresh salad. and a glass of wine.

pure delight.

you wish you could have joined.

in other news... wii active has become my new favorite pasttime which has resulted in one incredibly sore lil lady.

now if only the healthy eating and working out could result in guys older than 17 hitting on me. life would be grand.

dreams of a fairy tale.

i wonder. why little girls dream of life as a fairy tale.

and why those fairy tales that are dreamt rarely come true.

life is messy. life throws a cliff in front of you every once in awhile.

basically, life is not the fairy tale every little girl dreams of.

and in your mid-twenties that reality hits hard.

graduated with a bachelors. graduated with a masters. and at the tender age of 24.

and yet, life is not the fairy tale dream.

reality leaves us with thoughts. with concerns. with messiness. with 9 hours of dance music a day and a necessary glass of wine upon entry into ones current apartment.

wondering how to proceed. wondering what the next step should be. wondering (always) why my fairy tale has yet to come true (and if it ever will).

(but then i ponder: what would my life be without my fairy tale dream).