Shitfuckshit, continued.

I'm terrified.

I'm looking at job openings and they are not plenty.

Which leads to the dilemma: Do I stick it out for this women's lifestyles magazine/website editorial dream job, or do I cave, become practical and hope the dream comes true someday?

And then, do I stick to writing/communications/media? Or do I go somewhere more practical, stable, lucrative?

I never thought about what happens after college, what happens after the internships. And now... oh crap. How do people figure this out??

I need to grow up. I need to get my shit together again. I've been too comfortable where I am and I need to keep... working, fighting, improving, going.

Good thing I have my shiny new laptop to like, do things with and be up-to-date with technology and such as. The Iraq. Maybe they don't have maps but can see Russia from their house.

Oy.

BTW, that "Chubby Girl No More" Google ad needs to go away ASAP. There is no chubby girl around here, okay, Google? I'm not fat! But some chocolate would be sooooo good right now.

This shit is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s

It's been a ridiculous couple of weeks at work, people are "resigning" here and there, and with financial institutions failing, unemployment rising, it's scary. Scaryyyy. That's all I can say because I don't know what else to say/do. Shit. Shitfuckshit. I think that sums up the sentiments of most Americans anyway, right?

And people are still voting for Republicans because....?

I'm thankful to still have a job. But shit. Shitfuckshit.

If starving models and Posh can do it, well so can I

It's September! I survived one month without shopping (to make up for that one stray weekend, I stretched it out to the first week of September, so ha). And so I think it's only fitting that I reward myself with shopping!



Platform pumps are tempting me right now and while the pairs I've seen in the past seemed skanky to me, I'm willing to let go of that judgment and consider getting a pair. I will not be intimidated by the height. And I hope I don't fall flat on my face while walking in them. (One of my biggest fears, I swear.) I figure it's something you get better at with practice.

Also on the shopping list is a pair of sneakers. Or two. One running and one for, well, not running, duh. My old Converse is hole-y. I don't think I have motivation to actually run though. Maybe I'd do it if I had a treadmill, but I don't know if I have the motivation to actually buy a treadmill. I mean, for the price of a treadmill I could buy shoes. Walking in heels is a workout too.

Princess Mango, Fat Fighter

Wouldn't that be an awesome superhero name?

Now that the free fitness classes held by NYC parks are over, I need to figure out a way to keep exercising. I'm looking into donation-based yoga classes but I think I need a little more cardio. Call me crazy, but I think I prefer running on a machine more than running outdoors. Maybe it's because my neighborhood is a little ghetto, maybe I'm too lazy to lace up my sneakers (speaking of, I don't even have running shoes), or maybe it's because I don't want the world to see me panting and stopping after 3 blocks.

So I'm considering buying a treadmill or an elliptical. Maybe. I'll have to do some math to see if it's worth it. Blah. Math.

When the Olympics were still on, and especially when swimming and gymnastics were on prime time TV, I used to workout while watching the games. I can't really just sit and watch sports (like a stereotypical girly-girl, that stuff bores me), so I figured it made sense to exercise while watching these incredibly athletic people do what they do best.

But like, I can't really do that while watching Gossip Girl (omg, it's on tonight!) or ANTM. I prefer to sit and do nothing or stuff my face while watching crappy TV. It just makes sense.

And so, the point is, I need to be healthier. The end.