Thursday, January 28, 2010

E-mails are terrible things I decided that because I am a soon to be graduate I need to get myself a professional e-mail address. I still have my one from my freshman year of high school and I have my school account but unfortunately that one expires 6 months after graduation.

I go onto gmail at the beginning of the summer but I can't find a prefessional sounding user name. My friend Jon suggests I try, which to me just seems like the professional version of hotmail. I get on, I get a good user name and then I find that is exactly like hotmail. (BTW...I don't particularily care for hotmail.)

So now I find myself trying gmail again. I finally get a professional user name that I like and pays tribute to the grandfather I was named after and I'm set. I set up the mailbox and the google calander (which by the way is one of the coolest things ever!). Then I go to sign into my bolg and I'm stuck. I typed every email address and pasword I've ever had and I still can't get into it.

Guess what?! I have 6 different e-mail address and 6 differnt passwords! None of which worked!

Apparently, I can actually use my hotmail or my live e-mails to access my blog and the google calander along with my gmail. Confused yet? Me too!

I am stuck in the predicament as to which e-mail accounts I should close. My hotmail one gets all the junk mail, my live is the new one everyone has, my school one will get rid of it's self eventually. the gmail one is new, my work one has to stay until I leave the job and the Habitat for Humanity one stays until I graduate and pass the account to the next person.

When did life get so complicated? I remember sending actual paper letters to my firends and families...those were way better because you could add stickers to the envelopes.

Maybe I should just get rid of them all...

Monday, December 28, 2009

My favorite time of year...

The school semester is finished, Christmas is over, all our loot scattered in various places around the house and now on to my favorite time of year: work. (Did you catch the sarcasm?) I start this short week off with 30 hours in 3 days. Not my fist choice, but what else can I do.

My parents graciously paid a large part of my Spring Break trip as a Christmas gift but that doesn't solve the issue of paying for my car, insurance or gas to drive to my internship everyday next semester.

I'm beginning to realize that the real world is suddenly being thrust upon me. In only 5 months I will be a graduate of UWP, thrown in to the world, expected to challenge myself and hold onto my ideals and values.

The "real world" sucks. It seems a lot less fun than the "fake world" we find juvenile selves in. We go to school for a large portion of our lives and then we work for the rest of it.

Treasure the little things, the 5 minuet coffee break with friends, the half hour of laying in bed before sleep comes, the occasional e-mail, phone call or picture text from mom. Those things make the "real world" suck a little less.

Friday, December 11, 2009

Now What?

The semester has come to a close. My finals are final and my papers turned in. Now onto work. I find myself with a little extra time, sitting at the computer, wondering what I should do with myself. For the first time in 4 months I have no deadlines, not a single sheet of homework nor a text book to read. I should be ecstatic! But I'm not...I'm bored. Feel free to send me ideas of what to do with my new (and short-term) found freedom from the scholastic endeavors of a college student.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Its not me...its genetic!

It is happening. I have gotten to the point where I am so bored with life. I have started a blog.

Actually, I just finished reading my mom's and little sister's blogs and thought to myself, "I have a lot of interesting things happen to me that I bet millions of people would be interested in." Chances are only my mom and little sister will read this blog. But that's okay with me. Its not that I particularity want to blog, I just thought my mom's was cool. I figure I'll give this a try and if I don't keep up with it, it doesn't really matter.