<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:55:09.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Starving Artist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-8572829427919273965</id><published>2010-03-16T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T11:46:15.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope and Union</title><content type='html'>I am sitting in the cutest little coffee shop right now, they took a Charleston Single home and turned it into a trendy coffee shop, called Hope and Union. Their iced coffees even include a striped straw! It's the little things. Let me tell you what I am listening to right now.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One group is a photographer showing a couple all of his photos (I think he is trying to shoot their wedding) he appears to have quite a portfolio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the parking lot there is a photo shoot going on...(not sure what it is for)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind me the barista is talking to a lady, they were comparing traveling notes, and the barista is talking about a textile line that she owns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am inspired and so out of my league! I should have showered and worn something different but let's be honest it's laundry day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone is blowing up, apparently I have a soccer game tonight, I was going to go to spinning with K, and I also had talked about going to Fashion week with some work peeps.....ah! And we all know how terrible I am with choices and decisions.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-8572829427919273965?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/8572829427919273965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=8572829427919273965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/8572829427919273965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/8572829427919273965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2010/03/hope-and-union.html' title='Hope and Union'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-1157393234237926719</id><published>2010-02-26T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T14:01:39.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Friday</title><content type='html'>The other option for maintaining sanity in my remaining time here is alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate me any Northern readers, but I am slightly jealous of all the snow days throughout the NY state, it kind of makes me want to be a teacher so I can also relish again in the joy of a snow day. (I received texts and pix today from sister and mother)&lt;br /&gt;I think I am just feeling home sick, my apartment is lonely considering I have a roommate, who is always gone during the day and asleep before I get home at night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will Friday night find me with...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-1157393234237926719?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/1157393234237926719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=1157393234237926719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/1157393234237926719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/1157393234237926719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-friday.html' title='Friday Friday'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-2192308684825448543</id><published>2010-02-24T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:44:44.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Horoscope</title><content type='html'>I do love the citypaper horoscopes and this week it seems even more fitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leo- In an episode of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Futurama&lt;/span&gt;, we get to see inside the headquarters of Romanticorp, where "love research" is being done. One of the experiments involves robots delivering various pick-up lines to real woman. The line that works best is "My two favorite things are commitment and changing myself" I recommend that you make that your catch phrase for the foreseeable future. The entire year of 2010 will be an excellent time to deepen your commitments and transform yourself, and the weeks ahead will bring unprecedented opportunities to intensify those efforts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been some what of a commitaphobe. (prob not an actual word) Ever since graduating high school I have kind of been all over the place, with one foot always out the door. Let's be honest nothing actually gets accomplished when you can't commit to anything, you just kind of roam around. A free spirit, I feel I have been described before, but I consider myself more lost than free. So 2010 has had a pretty rough start for me, but like my horoscope says I need to commit myself to SOMETHING, and I think a program for the fall will be a good start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-2192308684825448543?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/2192308684825448543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=2192308684825448543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/2192308684825448543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/2192308684825448543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2010/02/horoscope.html' title='Horoscope'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-5585160086232282533</id><published>2010-02-23T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T10:55:13.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't no rest for the wicked</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure how I feel about my bronze colored nails, definitely not the color I was going for but they are growing on me. I am bartending tonight which should be great because I can have my whole night revolve around my customers and not house gossip. Not to mention I can definitely use the money, but what else is new. I need a plan, I won't feel settled or sane in Charleston until I have a plan I am excited about. I need to fully dive back into grad programs and post-bac programs and get excited, it's the only way I will be able to get out of this funk. And I need to get back spinning...the a.m classes are just harder to make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my things to work on,&lt;br /&gt;-making and saving money&lt;br /&gt;-a plan for the fall&lt;br /&gt;-more enjoyable days off &lt;br /&gt;-art&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-5585160086232282533?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5585160086232282533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=5585160086232282533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/5585160086232282533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/5585160086232282533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2010/02/aint-no-rest-for-wicked.html' title='ain&apos;t no rest for the wicked'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-8701976292578339844</id><published>2010-02-21T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T14:49:43.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you want from me</title><content type='html'>I'm not gonna lie I have been digging some Adam Lambert lately, it's definitely been a walk to work song. Day off today, due to an uncomfortable apt I brunched with K, then took her new dog to the dog park, followed by a manicure. It would be a perfect day off if I wasn't trying to keep my head above water. Still have not spoken to my roommate, or even seen her after the bar fight between her and a coworker of mine. Every time something breaks (ie; computer, car, cable, electric, phone...) I keep thinking it is the last, but the cup continues to spill over. I'm tired. Really tired. Tired of all the talk and gossip at work about it. Tired of the comments and jokes. If I wasn't on a lease my bags would be packed for real. I have never wanted to leave this city so much.&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a new chapter to start...no idea what that chapter will be but I am ready.&lt;br /&gt;I think my last two months I might move in with Kristin at the beach, get out of downtown and really beach it for a while. We will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-8701976292578339844?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/8701976292578339844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=8701976292578339844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/8701976292578339844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/8701976292578339844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-do-you-want-from-me.html' title='What do you want from me'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-3893337692939801505</id><published>2010-02-08T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T19:19:35.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so I took a color aptitude test...</title><content type='html'>You're a CREATOR&lt;br /&gt;Keywords&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonconforming, Impulsive, Expressive, Romantic, Intuitive, Sensitive, and Emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These original types place a high value on aesthetic qualities and have a great need for self-expression. They enjoy working independently, being creative, using their imagination, and constantly learning something new. Fields of interest are art, drama, music, and writing or places where they can express, assemble, or implement creative ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREATOR OCCUPATIONS&lt;br /&gt;Suggested careers are Advertising Executive, Architect, Web Designer, Creative Director, Public Relations, Fine or Commercial Artist, Interior Decorator, Lawyer, Librarian, Musician, Reporter, Art Teacher, Broadcaster, Technical Writer, English Teacher, Architect, Photographer, Medical Illustrator, Corporate Trainer, Author, Editor, Landscape Architect, Exhibit Builder, and Package Designer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CREATOR WORKPLACES&lt;br /&gt;Consider workplaces where you can create and improve beauty and aesthetic qualities. Unstructured, flexible organizations that allow self-expression work best with your free-spirited nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggested Creator workplaces are advertising, public relations, and interior decorating firms; artistic studios, theaters and concert halls; institutions that teach crafts, universities, music, and dance schools. Other workplaces to consider are art institutes, museums, libraries, and galleries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd Best Occupational Category&lt;br /&gt;You're a SOCIAL MANAGER&lt;br /&gt;Keywords:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tactful, Cooperative, Generous, Understanding, Insightful, Friendly, and Cheerful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This very social type enjoys working in groups, sharing responsibilities, and being the center of attention. Fields of interest are instructing, helping, nurturing, care giving and instructing-especially young people. They discuss and consider feelings in order to solve problems, lead, direct, persuade, guide, organize and enlighten others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna lie the color test was dead on. This is why it is time to leave the restaurant and pursue my creative career! Speaking of I am meeting with my college adviser in the morning and I'm nervous so I need to go put together some photos to show her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-3893337692939801505?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3893337692939801505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=3893337692939801505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/3893337692939801505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/3893337692939801505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-i-took-color-aptitude-test.html' title='so I took a color aptitude test...'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-2329689777860047715</id><published>2010-02-03T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:52:39.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>p.s.</title><content type='html'>Applying for grad school is a tedious part time job, it doesn't help that I am dancing all over the deadlines, and feel like everything I do is probably not right...however when everything is said and done I will feel some sort of accomplishment. My bossman asked me what my plan was if grad school doesn't work out and as much as I'm not sure I will get accepted anywhere I do not have a plan just ideas. But one thing at a time right, when I am done stressing about applying I can begin stressing about what to do if I don't get in. But this is life right....what is the alternative to have nothing to do or stress over. I hate that I always feel like I am waiting for something else, waiting for my life to start but this it. This is my life. My twenties are confusing and sometimes depressing and frustrating and lonely. But this is my life and I have to embrace it. I watched P.S I love you on Sunday night. P.s I liked it a lot. I found it inspiring, and sad but in a hopeful way. I have been feeling very inspired lately watching that movie, having coffee with a good friend last week. Inspiration is good, it's real good especially for an artist. I just hope, well I hope I get accepted somewhere but if I don't I can not dwell I must continue to move forward.&lt;br /&gt;Feel philosophical today apparently....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-2329689777860047715?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/2329689777860047715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=2329689777860047715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/2329689777860047715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/2329689777860047715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2010/02/ps.html' title='p.s.'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-3861209828934779447</id><published>2010-01-18T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T12:21:42.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello stranger...come on closer</title><content type='html'>I have been into Jem lately, specifically "24" and "Missing you". &lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling uninspired lately which is probably the worst and best time to be applying for grad school. The problem lies in putting together a portfolio that is cohesive, diverse and that I am proud of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem #2,3- A statement of purpose, and an artist's statement.&lt;br /&gt;Problem #4- My photo teacher wants to sit down and see my recent work, and wants a better idea of why I want to go to grad school.....crap. Lucky for me she is busy right now so I have some time for preparation. Hence the blog. I think maybe doing a regular streaming of consciousness will help me find all my statements....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or it will just end up being a place where I can bitch about my single girl complex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-3861209828934779447?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3861209828934779447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=3861209828934779447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/3861209828934779447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/3861209828934779447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-strangercome-on-closer.html' title='hello stranger...come on closer'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-4380673577759623694</id><published>2009-04-11T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:20:43.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>horoscope</title><content type='html'>"You can make all the changes you want to make in your life, you just have to start."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take care of that problem at home -- whether it's a leaky faucet or an impossible child. Your energy is best spent in domestic issues and if all seems to be doing fine, you're off the hook."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-4380673577759623694?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/4380673577759623694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=4380673577759623694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/4380673577759623694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/4380673577759623694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/04/horoscope.html' title='horoscope'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-6132164717464025991</id><published>2009-04-10T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:10:11.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>earth day art show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SeA0DWNBRiI/AAAAAAAAAvw/DKEi-K7U758/s1600-h/earth+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SeA0DWNBRiI/AAAAAAAAAvw/DKEi-K7U758/s320/earth+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323311991656367650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first attempt at graphic design, for my upcoming art show. I am pretty happy with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-6132164717464025991?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/6132164717464025991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=6132164717464025991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/6132164717464025991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/6132164717464025991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/04/earth-day-art-show.html' title='earth day art show'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SeA0DWNBRiI/AAAAAAAAAvw/DKEi-K7U758/s72-c/earth+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-5645384881369171143</id><published>2009-04-08T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:46:56.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gallo thoughts</title><content type='html'>Getting out of work at least 4 nights a week past 2am has only increased my night time wine habit. Have to wind down some way. Work has been exhausting lately....&lt;br /&gt;I met with a newspaper editor today about doing some freelance work. He was really impressed with my work which is hugely flattering, kept telling me I have quite an eye. I'm hoping to find some random Charleston inspiration and see where it leads me, hopefully to my first newspaper publication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Shopgirl currently, there is something so simple, a little bit boring, but sincere that I like about it. I think Claire Danes is perfect for the character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not sure about my long term plans in Charleston, but I do know I need some to take advantage of the sunshine, I need a nice afternoon of just lying in the sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-5645384881369171143?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5645384881369171143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=5645384881369171143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/5645384881369171143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/5645384881369171143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/04/gallo-thoughts.html' title='Gallo thoughts'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-3022577837235169481</id><published>2009-03-25T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:32:34.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration from the past</title><content type='html'>Spent time my good friend last night for a late night cap. Toasted a Manhatten in my grandma's honor. I have been drinking Manhattens all weekend, and I don't see it stopping anytime soon. It is a rough drink but I am finding comfort in it. My grandparents were married for 63 years, and I think they ended their nights every night with a manhatten for about 60 of those years! Maybe that's why they were always so cheery! I have been sifting through pictures after pictures of every generation growing up. I really love old black and white photos they are just so beautiful especially in this digital photoshop age. I think I want to have some slightly restored and blown up, maybe I could have my first solo show inspired by old family photos...it is definitely worth looking into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-3022577837235169481?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3022577837235169481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=3022577837235169481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/3022577837235169481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/3022577837235169481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/03/inspiration-from-past.html' title='inspiration from the past'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-7459725438567908046</id><published>2009-03-24T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:49:54.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday blur</title><content type='html'>wow it's been a while...this weekend has made me question everything. I was getting things in line in Chas, new apt, work, window displays, a possible two art shows in April, our marketing guy has even taken me under his wing and is putting my name out there to be a freelance photographer. He has contacted 3-4 magazines/newspapers about me. I have heard back from all of them and one has even seen my photos and is really impressed. It looks like I will have some freelance work. Sounds great right. Well this weekend put everything into perspective with the passing of my grandma. It was sudden and for the most part out of the blue. One of the reasons I moved home was to be closer to family. My Italian side of my family is small, but close. This death has been hard, our family has been the same group for so long, there has been no spouses, no babies, and until this weekend no one has left...For the past 5+ years of being away from home, so much of my family has slipped away from me, things have changed, everyone has grown older. I'm not good keeping in contact. And a part of me always feels like something is missing when I am far from home. My oldest cousin was joking with me...."don't you just hate the family sometimes because you feel like you can't just move far away and be alright..." And it's true, a part of me will always be missing when I am far from home.&lt;br /&gt;But I am so grateful for the family I have, and the older I have grown I have become more sentimental about them. I am not sure how my grandpa is going to handle this, and I don't want to get another phone call like that when I am in Charleston. Maybe I need to pull out of Charleston before my work roots get too deep there. Maybe it's time to establish myself in NY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-7459725438567908046?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7459725438567908046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=7459725438567908046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/7459725438567908046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/7459725438567908046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/03/tuesday-blur.html' title='tuesday blur'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-3915217752481503198</id><published>2009-03-08T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:07:48.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday night cupcake</title><content type='html'>Sara, who I am crashing with turned 24 last Thursday. I made her cupcakes (which I am enjoying a delicious one now) and I must say I make a mean cupcake, it could be a great thing for my coffee shop endeavours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was the Food and Wine Festival in Charleston, Bobby Flay was there, I saw Richard Blaze from afar...I worked our booth Saturday afternoon, helping prepare our Roman Flatbread app. I was pretty much bent over, putting proscuitto and shaved parm on little flatbreads for about three hours straight, but it was fun. Friday night was one of the quarterly art walks, so free wine, free food, and art galleries open late is always a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the owners of Mellow was in this weekend, he wanted to talk to me about my future with Mellow (just a job, or a possible career) but attempted to have the talk at about 2:30a.m, well 3:30 with the clock change. To my surprise I will be headed to Atlanta in a week for about 2-3 weeks to participate in the Mellow Mushroom franchise training program. I'm nervous I am getting in too deep, but I'm excited to get put up in a hotel for a few weeks and be able to explore Atlanta. And it never hurts to be trained on business administration, but I do have a feeling the classes are going to be booooooring! But there is also a week in the kitchen which should be fun. I do think it would be a fun life skill to know how to throw a pie. I move into the apt in 2 days...I am excited for that. We will see where the next couple of weeks takes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-3915217752481503198?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3915217752481503198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=3915217752481503198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/3915217752481503198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/3915217752481503198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday-night-cupcake.html' title='sunday night cupcake'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-5315047604348740763</id><published>2009-03-01T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:00:13.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>late night wine and chocolate</title><content type='html'>Tonight at work, a friend of mine (a very intoxicated friend of mine) started yelling at me, she told me how she really hated that I didn't put myself out there in the art world, how I am talented but lack the confidence (which is completely true I am not very confident in my art ability, and it will always hold me back) She yelled at me for  my full time job being a restaurant manager, and how photography had taken a backseat and had become a hobby. She yelled at me for not taking risks and going after what I want because I have a good family I can fall back on.  She is amazing, she is in her thirties and is a widow. It took her some time to get back on her feet but she really has an amazing outlook on life, and I need to use her words as my drive. I am playing it safe, doing a job I am not passionate about but I am good at. Of course I have a million excuses, but it's true I have not really put myself out there. Even in the art shows I have put on, I hang my photos last and they get hung just where there is room.&lt;br /&gt;Our April show I already know what pieces I am hanging, and they will get hung first I have decided. Also March 10th, is the last day to submit photos to the citypaper photo contest, and I have nothing to lose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been researching different art jobs, specially at like home decor stores, and  I know I just signed a lease, but I am still going to apply for a job back in Rochester, to be the visual coordinator of the Pottery Barn, not sure if it is the same job a friend of mine interviewed for, but I am applying because it never hurts. I need to stop holding myself back, and I need to stop pleasing others and start pleasing myself. Mellow is a good opportunity but if I find a better one, it would be in my best interest to take it. And in the mean time I need to get my charger back and take more photos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-5315047604348740763?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5315047604348740763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=5315047604348740763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/5315047604348740763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/5315047604348740763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/03/late-night-wine-and-chocolate.html' title='late night wine and chocolate'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-3489781912400430542</id><published>2009-02-26T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T09:29:27.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day off</title><content type='html'>Well it's official I am back in the working world, I received a paycheck yesterday (a little paycheck) and I have already worked 30hrs this week. Needless to say I slept in hardcore this morning. I picked up an extra shift Monday night, and last night, it's hard not to when I am trying to get back on my feet. I signed a lease on Tuesday, which I was very hesitant about yet very excited about. I think I will feel better about moving back here when I am in my own place. A bed to call my own, my photos hung on the wall, a cupboard that holds coffee that is not decaf...&lt;br /&gt;Tonight there is an &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/event.php?eid=44766021543"&gt;art show&lt;/a&gt; at the Tin Roof, featuring some of the underground Charleston artists I have had in my shows, and tomorrow there is a &lt;a href="http://www.charlestongreenhome.com"&gt;wine tasting&lt;/a&gt; so I think my two days off will be well spent.&lt;br /&gt;Time to venture out for coffee, then some laundry and tv shows to catch up on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-3489781912400430542?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3489781912400430542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=3489781912400430542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/3489781912400430542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/3489781912400430542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-off.html' title='day off'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-2803915117532496063</id><published>2009-02-20T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:00:13.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday night</title><content type='html'>I had a busy morning, hence the not even midnight and bedtime is on my mind. I work up early to look again at an apt, filled out an application for the apt, then had a mini meeting with some managers, followed by my first serving shift in months, then back to my car to collect the lovely 3 parking tickets. Sweet. It didn't take too much convincing to make a trip to Total Wine tonight. So I have decided a few things, I will be living in Charleston, for possibly up to a year, and in this time I need to set myself up for the next step. I want to look into possibly being certified to teach, and I have also been thinking about Interior Design again, as a masters or just as a certificate. I have been job hunting and coming across interior design jobs, or visual management, or design coordinator...all of which intrigue me. I heard that my friend in the Roc, had an interview at Pottery Barn to be like a visual manager, I am not gonna lie I am a little jealous, and need to discuss this job with him.&lt;br /&gt;I have an interview at &lt;a href="http://www.bakednyc.com"&gt;Baked&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow, they are looking for a part-time barista, a skill I have always wanted to have on my resume, seeing as I want to open a cafe some day. So we will see how part time they are talking, I could definitely use another paycheck. And piggybacking on &lt;a href="http://iblogshortshorts.blogspot.com"&gt;Kal&lt;/a&gt;, my summer trip will either be Cali or Chicago...(maybe both?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-2803915117532496063?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/2803915117532496063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=2803915117532496063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/2803915117532496063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/2803915117532496063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-night.html' title='Friday night'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-5983094629692075006</id><published>2009-02-19T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:26:19.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>optimistic in the a.m</title><content type='html'>I swear waking up early in the morning, really makes the day seem like it has more possibility. (crazy concept I know) I slept on James Island last night after hanging at a friends place, the late night thunder storm made me not want to drive home. I went to bed late, I woke up early and for the most part have kept going. I looked at an apt today, it was so freaking cute, it didn't hurt that its current tenant is an Interior Designer with her own business, sure enough she took a shitty apt and made it cute. Down falls include no washer/dryer, and no dishwasher, but the upsides are a good price in a great area, it's on the second floor, set back from the street, it has a semi-private porch, great views and it's just girly and cute! The problem is my potential roommate works like 12 hr days, and I'm still unsettled and I'm afraid someone else will get it. I might call the landlord and see if I can set a date for a lease signing, for like Mon...so I can get my name in, and not fully commit til Mon.&lt;br /&gt;(yeah I know I don't live in the real world, but my world is so much more flexible to my needs!)&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I am feeling ballsy today after talking to some people. I am going to arrange a meeting with the GM, and I am not going to take no for an answer. Before I get on the schedule I need to make sure this move works financially for me right off the bat, I need to know if I would need a second job or if starting next week I will be making what he promised. I need answers! And it's about time I grew up and took my life into my own hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-5983094629692075006?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5983094629692075006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=5983094629692075006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/5983094629692075006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/5983094629692075006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/02/optimistic-in-am.html' title='optimistic in the a.m'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-5297331821972309397</id><published>2009-02-18T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:16:49.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>City Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SZyW18bO5CI/AAAAAAAAAqc/PFscmTpcIxw/s1600-h/DSC_0223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SZyW18bO5CI/AAAAAAAAAqc/PFscmTpcIxw/s320/DSC_0223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304280314633184290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City Lights is by far one of my favorite places in Charleston. It's small, sometimes cramped but so cute, with delicious coffee, an excellent place for people watching, art on the walls, live music, and great people who work there. I just enjoy it. I have spent much time here contemplating life! This week I have found myself reflecting on "do what you have to do" that seems to be the exact phrase everyone in my family (mom, sister, cousins) have been echoing in my ear. And for the first time in my life I understand that aspect, but do I stay in Charleston where I have a job, but will be struggling to get by for the first few months, with rent, and loans, and bills, not to mention all the driving i am doing in all this traffic I feel like I am watching my gas race down to empty...or do I move back, live at home (rent free, security deposit free) and get a job serving tables and work towards saving money instead of scraping to get by. hmmmmmmmmmmm. There is two sides to every story isn't there. Yin and Yang, my friend Yin and Yang, and I can't seem to find the balance.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and rumor has it (notice how it is always rumor because no one seems to want to talk directly to me) that I am being put on the schedule next week...I'm still annoyed, and at this point have to do what is best for me, and if that's leaving, well I guess that sucks for them.&lt;br /&gt;For now I will enjoy my coffee, and some music.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-5297331821972309397?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5297331821972309397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=5297331821972309397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/5297331821972309397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/5297331821972309397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/02/city-lights.html' title='City Lights'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SZyW18bO5CI/AAAAAAAAAqc/PFscmTpcIxw/s72-c/DSC_0223.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-7721445487943322297</id><published>2009-02-17T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:49:54.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>I am upset at the Bachelor, all along he was making the right decisions until last night. I almost don't want to watch anymore, I don't think either of the last two are good for him, but it sounds like the finale will be a good one. That has been my life, watching the Bachelor find the missing part of his. Work last night, made me question staying here. I was stressed out trying to figure out how I am going to financially move back, I'm annoyed that I have been here a week and still don't feel settled in staying down here, and then I went into work last night and got a reaction I was not expecting. I know it was stress related, and miscommunication, and I should not take it personal, but in a way I still will. Anyway I'm tired of sitting around and waiting on him. I'm going to start collecting my things...&lt;br /&gt;The friend I am going to live with if I stay is pretty set on the apt we looked at yesterday, it's pretty ghetto from the outside but pretty nice, and pretty huge on the inside, but I'm not sure that the stress in the first few months is going to be worth it. I seem to have already lost my enthusiasm for being back, and I am not sure I will be able to get it back. I feel disconnected with Charleston, so that might be the sign that I am ready to leave it all behind me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-7721445487943322297?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7721445487943322297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=7721445487943322297' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/7721445487943322297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/7721445487943322297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/02/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-1345671726772401100</id><published>2009-02-15T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:43:45.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>work.</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow night I am working...yes it's weird to say after 3+ months of unemployment. It happened a little weird, one manager has already asked me to cover his shift. So I am still not on the schedule. I am relieved to actually go to work, but I am left with a strange desire to get in my car and just drive, drive away, drive all the way back to NY, tonight! I have serious commitment issues, I am well aware.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-1345671726772401100?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/1345671726772401100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=1345671726772401100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/1345671726772401100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/1345671726772401100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-tomorrow-night-i-am-working.html' title='work.'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-2946075609316928181</id><published>2009-02-14T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:06:11.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>like coffee from a stranger</title><content type='html'>Yesterday while standing in line at the Starbucks at a Barnes and Noble, a complete stranger bought my coffee for me, I barely had time to react when I realized what was happening that he wished me an early Valentines and rushed out the door. It really made me day, it really is the little things. It has motivated me to do little random acts of kindness. To support the little things in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in Charleston, feeling out the same water, big toe in, big toe out...repeat.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am always waiting, and I'm sick of waiting, but it's hard to go after something that you don't know. How can I go after what I want when I haven't figured it out yet. The time is coming. My pluses for the day I sold three prints today to a friend, it was rewarding, she was really happy with the prints and was giving one to her boyfriend for Valentines. I sabotage my relationships so I am glad I helped her give the perfect gift. Saw He's Just Not that Into You...I haven't laughed that much at a movie in forever. I really enjoyed it. Just hopefully I won't use it to over analyze even more but I fear it is too late. &lt;br /&gt;Goodnight to this not wonderful but pretty decent Valentines Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-2946075609316928181?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/2946075609316928181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=2946075609316928181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/2946075609316928181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/2946075609316928181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/02/like-coffee-from-stranger.html' title='like coffee from a stranger'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-5015861668299700054</id><published>2009-02-12T10:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T11:02:06.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Charleston!</title><content type='html'>Charleston did greet me with sunny days and perfect 60 degrees weather. I've been a little shady, slightly avoiding the restaurant. Apparently there is a lot of talk about me, and the plans they have for me, which of course scares me. I have serious commitment issues. I want to be a free spirit and come and go as I please, but my rooted bills beg to differ with my head in the clouds. Pizza is not my passion, but it is a good job, it has room for growth if I desire...I do have this strange love with the company...&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to grow up and have your dreams crash into reality...I can't seem to merge the two. I've been thinking about Providence lately, I would move back to that city, but the question remains do I want to commit myself to Chas, for a year. Which in the big picture is not long, but for a 25yr old unsettled college grad, it seems like a life-time. I'm just not sure I want to stay here but I feel like I am already in too deep so maybe I should just go with it. And then there is the boy in Myrtle. I really think I ran away up north and left some baggage down here, that I am not ready to deal with. Well I am going to finish my iced coffee at City Lights. (I did miss this place) And I am going to put on my grown-up pants and head to Mellow. Not sure where my head is but I can't keep avoiding it. It's strange the two managers pushing me to be on the schedule are the two who are planning on leaving/cutting back... I am a little nervous they may just put me on it, which would be the typical not having to make a decision,decision. &lt;br /&gt;stay tuned to the unstable mess that is my life. Will I stay or will I flee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-5015861668299700054?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5015861668299700054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=5015861668299700054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/5015861668299700054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/5015861668299700054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/02/hello-charleston.html' title='Hello Charleston!'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-4098432869215909618</id><published>2009-02-03T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:56:35.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are you passion about...</title><content type='html'>We all know by now, I am unemployed with lots of time to sit around and think. According to my twentysomething book, that is a good thing, to take time for yourself, to really get to know yourself and what you want out of life. Not gonna lie it's hard and it kind of sucks, I just want to be working around the clock and not focus on myself. But in reality, that won't make me happy, living out someone else's dream, the way I see it life is too short to not live out your passion. (something about watching the Bachelor makes me want to live passionately, find a career I am passionate about, find a person I am passionate about, have a life I am passionate about, I'm twentysomething and I want it all) The problem is I haven't quite figured out what I am passionate about doing...there's no doubt two of my passions are art and traveling. I want to work hard around the clock so I can take a two week vacation somewhere I have never been before. I want to have art in my daily life, but what aspect of it...art teacher, interior designer, art buyer, art curator. I have secretly been regretting giving up on going to school for interior design, I think there would have been a lot more I could have done with it than what I had originally thought. I had an unfortunate   realization last night that I went to college for an absolutely worthless major. Studio Art, with no minor is worthless, and even worse is my concentration was in photography, b&amp;w in the darkroom. We are in 2009, darkrooms are pretty much extinct. Maybe my passion could be teaching the lost art of the magic of a darkroom...&lt;br /&gt;Upon my many debates to be an art teacher or not, I have found I am not inspired by cold schools, drab colors, cold tile floors, a lack of sunshine and fresh air, so I thought it would be fun to get an artist grant to feng shui schools, well Kleinman enlightened me that there is a program in NYC, &lt;a href="http://www.publicolor.org"&gt;Publicolor&lt;/a&gt;. It sounds amazing, granted NYC is expensive...and it can eat a person alive, however they are only hiring for Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;I think I would love to do something like that.&lt;br /&gt;I guess this week I have been questioning the whole move back down south. Am I passionate about MM, and Chas. Do I want to spend another year of my life focusing my energy there? Or do I find a whatever job here, so I can save up money and travel, to Europe, to San Fran, Seattle, Portland, Vancouver, Chicago...etc etc etc And maybe along with way I will find my passion. Some many questions, so little time, so very few answers... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SYivbPKEJmI/AAAAAAAAApM/FxNv5F1zHpE/s1600-h/DSC_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SYivbPKEJmI/AAAAAAAAApM/FxNv5F1zHpE/s320/DSC_0193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298677844061464162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-4098432869215909618?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/4098432869215909618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=4098432869215909618' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/4098432869215909618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/4098432869215909618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-are-you-passion-about.html' title='what are you passion about...'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SYivbPKEJmI/AAAAAAAAApM/FxNv5F1zHpE/s72-c/DSC_0193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-5027526158158638278</id><published>2009-02-01T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:52:33.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DianaF+</title><content type='html'>Kal's &lt;a href="http://iblogshortshorts.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-lomo.html"&gt;photos&lt;/a&gt; inspired me to break out my Diana F+, and figure out what I was doing wrong with it.&lt;br /&gt;I wasted about 6 photos (out of 12!) but I finally was able to take my Diana out for a spin. I still have two more rolls to play around with, as well as some other film I can put in my fish eyed camera, or my 35mm. Just because I cannot use my digital I have about 3 other cameras I can use. I hate that I got sucked into the digital world and neglected my film cameras. The 40+degree day also added to my desire to wander around and take some photos. I went to Towpath Coffee (orig Fairport coffee) and had some delicious cinnamon hazelnut coffee, took a few photos in there and read a little.&lt;br /&gt;I am giving myself one more week before I head south, I have some loose ends to tie up, and I need to make sure that this is 100% what I want to do. I need to be fully able to commit myself to Mellow, and to Chas for another year otherwise I am wasting my time, as well as their time. Another highlight of this Sunday, Bo is whipping up some chicken wing dip in honor of the game! Yum! Go Cards....gotta root for the underdogs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-5027526158158638278?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5027526158158638278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=5027526158158638278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/5027526158158638278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/5027526158158638278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/02/dianaf.html' title='DianaF+'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-6213214955816549285</id><published>2009-01-29T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:27:08.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thursday never looking back</title><content type='html'>In typical me fashion, the butterflies have grown as quickly as the doubt. After talking to a friend/coworker last night it seems this starving artist will have a job back at the old digs in Charleston. Now I should feel thrilled and relieved but I feel a little anxious. The job that I am going to be signing my life away for the next year is going to be a little more intense than I had thought. I am signing up to be the boss lady boss lady, like schedule making, payroll taking, hiring, firing, paperwork...and that makes me nervous. It was an unanimous decision that everyone there decided I was most trustworthy and the best candidate for the job. The good news is all the responsibility will come with a bigger paycheck, but I will be held way more accountable and that is scary. I was just watching the new scrubs,(Dr. Cox has been recommended to be the chief of medicine and had initially turned it down) and I realized I don't want to go through life holding myself back because of my doubts and insecurities. Maybe that's why boys seems to succeed in businesses, they don't have insecurities and doubts flooding their brainwaves, their minds just don't chemically work that way. I honestly think that is why I have never pursued being an art teacher, or why I did poorly in college as an art student. I am my own worst critic. I never feel good enough in the art world, and I have such a passion for art it is way too scary for me to really put myself out there, what if...&lt;br /&gt;Well in compliance with Yes Man, I have been given an opportunity and I am going to say yes to it...so let's see where the next year takes me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-6213214955816549285?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/6213214955816549285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=6213214955816549285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/6213214955816549285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/6213214955816549285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/01/thursday-never-looking-back.html' title='thursday never looking back'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-7556054170081280528</id><published>2009-01-28T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:57:15.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Etsy</title><content type='html'>Kristin was the one who introduced me to &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;. I'm definitely addicted to it. It is full of handmade artwork, from jewelry to household items, to clothing. I received my first purchase today, a ring with cameras on it from &lt;a href="http://www.dillondesigns.etsy.com"&gt;Dillon Designs&lt;/a&gt;, as well as a rainbow brite necklace from &lt;a href="http://www.heartsizedcrush.etsy.com"&gt;Heart Sized Crush&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like supporting "local" handmade art, and both pieces were under $10. I like to think buying art will improve my karma when I am trying to sell my photos. I did send my new website,(acandela.carbonmade.com) to a new store opening in Rochester and is looking for two artists to display and sell their work. Not sure what they are looking for but thought it was worth a shot. (Pun not intended) When I'm ready to up the stakes I have my eye on a metal ring, I have been on the hunt for a new one. It's from Stellasilver, and it's called Preppy Plaid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SYDgZNoOcZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/CdnTYy4XntE/s1600-h/il_430xN.48692330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SYDgZNoOcZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/CdnTYy4XntE/s200/il_430xN.48692330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296479885547434386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered Michael's the other day when I was bored, I could have done some damage there, but I resisted and just bought some hemp and beads, (man it is nasty outside with snow and wind) so I'm hibernating today, I drank coffee and watched Weeds earlier and now it's time to make some hemp bracelets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-7556054170081280528?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7556054170081280528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=7556054170081280528' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/7556054170081280528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/7556054170081280528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/01/etsy.html' title='Etsy'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SYDgZNoOcZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/CdnTYy4XntE/s72-c/il_430xN.48692330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-258376341701256505</id><published>2009-01-24T09:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:31:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's noon on saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Listen if that voice in your head tells you to power through -- and take action!&lt;br /&gt;Overview&lt;br /&gt;You know that what you're feeling is right, but it may be hard to convince anyone else. See if you can get your friends to at least agree with you in principle, but you can't expect much more than that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what my yahoo horoscope says today...it even seems like my horoscope is trying to kick me in the ass...I'm beginning to feel like nothing feels right. It's noon on Sat and I'm ready for a cocktail. Well maybe a second cup of coffee will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-258376341701256505?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/258376341701256505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=258376341701256505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/258376341701256505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/258376341701256505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-noon-on-saturday.html' title='It&apos;s noon on saturday'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-6597572792366998320</id><published>2009-01-23T13:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:03:26.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just dance...</title><content type='html'>Ellen has become a part of my daily unemployed routine. (btw it is Friday and I never did hear back from that job, even though two weeks later I was still supposedly in the running) Anyway, I could watch Ellen dance all day, she has been added to my list, Conan will always have the top spot, but she is next in line.&lt;br /&gt;So Valentines Day is of course the next holiday in line. This year I am embracing this day, well or the build up to the day. I love holidays I feel like there is so much baggage in the world I will take any reason to celebrate. It's all about the little things, I was wandering Target the other day and I was sad I didn't have my own place because I would have gone to town with heart shower curtains, and rugs and towels. I do think I need these mugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SXo8FbMY8JI/AAAAAAAAAnk/xlT7ck_ROTU/s1600-h/41p-XjrcdPL._AA400_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SXo8FbMY8JI/AAAAAAAAAnk/xlT7ck_ROTU/s320/41p-XjrcdPL._AA400_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294610375824175250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the little things, I want to wake up, make coffee and drink it out of these cute mugs, I think it would be a great way to start the day! The one thing I do hate about Valentines Day is I hate how some people get so upset about it. Why can't it be like when we were younger and excited about passing out Valentines in school. I have decided I am totally making Valenines this year, feel free to send me your address! I am pretty much single and I plan to embrace this holiday, I plan to embrace the hearts, and candy, and red and pink, maybe make some pink cupcakes, why not. In a way I would rather be single on vday I feel like sometimes there is way too much pressure if you are in a relationship, or at least I have thought so. Hopefully I will find myself at an art show at Mellow taking Lady Gaga's advice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-6597572792366998320?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/6597572792366998320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=6597572792366998320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/6597572792366998320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/6597572792366998320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-dance.html' title='Just dance...'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SXo8FbMY8JI/AAAAAAAAAnk/xlT7ck_ROTU/s72-c/41p-XjrcdPL._AA400_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-8813094217586478067</id><published>2009-01-21T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T11:56:04.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Enzyme Peel</title><content type='html'>For Christmas my sister gave me a gift card to Sephora. Sephora is new to me, exciting, overwhelming...so I started off with a *free* consultation. Skin and makeup! To be honest I enjoyed the skin consultation more than the make-up one. My make-up lady was super nice but frankly asked me too many questions. Hello I am coming to you, I obviously don't know about make-up and what looks good on me, or what I want, you are suppose to show me. With my sister in tow I did end up using my gift card on eye shadows and lip gloss...now if only I had somewhere to be! But my absolute favorite part was the Pumpkin Enzyme Peel&lt;br /&gt;What it is:&lt;br /&gt;A detoxifying peel for the face and neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it is formulated to do:&lt;br /&gt;Utilizing pumpkin enzymes to easily and gently dissolve dead surface skin cells, this deep exfoliator stimulates cellular turnover, to reveal radiant skin that is supple and naturally hydrated. Age-fighting anti-oxidants and vitamin A help protect, nourish, and repair skin. Plus it has a delicious, irresistible pumpkin scent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SXd7OTfHdtI/AAAAAAAAAm8/i3s9XvZsr8U/s1600-h/P190101_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SXd7OTfHdtI/AAAAAAAAAm8/i3s9XvZsr8U/s320/P190101_hero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293835372676478674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it smelled delicious, felt delicious...looked delicious, not too mention my skin felt amazing afterwards. I have terribly dry and sensitive skin, and this harsh dry winter weather that I am not used to is throwing everything off balance. Unfortunately I am jobless and broke, but once I am not this peel is definitely on my short list. It is a bit pricey for what I normally spend on this type of product ($45) but I think it will be well worth it in the long run.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-8813094217586478067?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/8813094217586478067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=8813094217586478067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/8813094217586478067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/8813094217586478067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/01/pumpkin-enzyme-peel.html' title='Pumpkin Enzyme Peel'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SXd7OTfHdtI/AAAAAAAAAm8/i3s9XvZsr8U/s72-c/P190101_hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-3365051153281492588</id><published>2009-01-19T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T20:08:20.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>somewhere stuck in the middle</title><content type='html'>I should feel relief but it is quickly met with insecurity and doubt. I should maybe catch you up. So I e-mailed my interviewer back, after much deliberation with my parents about what to say. She responded quite promptly saying she had yet another week of interviews and I should know by next Friday. To be quite honest I am over it. I finally decided I am going to head back to Charleston. I messed up the move home, I waited too long, and left half of my belongings behind. Once the gm put in my head he wanted to pay me more to come back, I left Chas physically but not mentally, and it has been holding me back ever since. I feel defeated in NY. I feel torn. I'm anxious and can't sleep. So I am venturing back. If for nothing else to collect the rest of my things...I think I am going to apply to grad school and in order to do that I need my art to make a portfolio. So I need to go to Chas. I would like to set up camp there for a bit but I am going to need a place to live and a place to work, both which are up in the air. I am just ready to move on from this...place I am in. So I will either find my life back in Chas, or officially move back from Chas and move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-3365051153281492588?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3365051153281492588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=3365051153281492588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/3365051153281492588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/3365051153281492588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/01/somewhere-stuck-in-middle.html' title='somewhere stuck in the middle'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-1957287919881582973</id><published>2009-01-16T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:18:45.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>job shmob (part two)</title><content type='html'>Apparently the Little didn't want me, I saw today they posted an ad on craigslist. Now it wasn't my dream job, I was hesitant about the pay especially, but out of my limited interests in places to work in the Roc, it was actually on the list. I am debating writing her an e-mail (I don't have a phone number) just following up. Thoughts???&lt;br /&gt;So as of right now, I am thinking I will be back to Chas by SuperBowl. (Feb 1) And depending on how it goes, I can move back to the Roc during the summer, or end up in Chas for another year. I think I am going to apply to RIT for grad school. Being an elementary art teacher still interests me so I might as well see what I can do to make that happen....interests I still have is to open up my own cafe. (Or Mellow depending on my father) Or maybe in Chas I will move to corporate Mellow. I think the point is I am young and I still have options, so I might as well explore as many as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-1957287919881582973?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/1957287919881582973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=1957287919881582973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/1957287919881582973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/1957287919881582973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/01/job-shmob-part-two.html' title='job shmob (part two)'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-135395828688643325</id><published>2009-01-14T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:20:14.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just letting paint dry</title><content type='html'>I am painting the stark white walls in my parents family room a much warmer beige color. Bramble Beige to be exact. I have always wondered who's job it is to name the paint colors, I am quite fascinated by the names. And I can't pick a color with a stupid name. There is something very satisfying for me putting a new color of paint on the wall. Not white though I just dislike white walls. I lived in one apt where everything was white, white walls, white trim, white bathroom, white fireplaces, even our couch was an off white. White to me (referring to paint on a wall) is cold, uninspiring and boring. Or let's put it this way I have yet to be proven wrong. I love a white trim, or white curtains, but just not a complete wall. I'd rather see a beige or gray color than white. (I started off as an interior design major, I've always had an interest in decorating, my hs bedroom was rearranged all the time and went through a few color changes) Not to mention the temperature is in the single digits, so you bet I am not leaving the house, I'm in hibernation mode. Which leads me to the next topic. Capital T, capital V. Now I have been talking about this being my year of discovery, but I have discovered the more I have going on the more I do, the less I have going on the less I do. Over these past few months I think I have at least checked out every program on television. Now in my parents house I am limited to just a few channels, but then again thanks to the wonderful world of the net I can watch a lot of shows online. But still I can't fully blame the insane amount of tv shows I know about, on myself. In NYC I found myself watching my cousins picks, which pretty much consisted of Vh1. I watched it all, Scream Queens, A Real Chance of Love (or something life that) Rock of Love Charm school, Celebrity Rehab, and Paris trying to find a best friend. Can't say it was quality tv, but maybe addictive. My best friend, slightly added to the list with 30 Rock, the City, and Biggest Loser. Then there are the shows I watch with my parents, NCIS, The Mentalist... And now the CW is seeping into my routine. 90210, Gossip Girl, One Tree Hill, not to mention my own shows, Greys, Scrubs, Betty, Private Practice, How I Met your Mother, The yummy new Bachelor caught my eye, and now I even have American Idol on (But if I get to watch a season with some eye candy like David Cook, not all is lost.) When will it stop! I need to get a job soon, or a social life to end the bad tv watching. So my year of discovery so far I am discovering all the different tv shows out there! At least I have not gotten hooked on any soap operas, that's when you know there is an issue. Maybe I should blog on tv shows, at least I could feel more productive. &lt;br /&gt;Can I just say I HATE the beginging of American Idol. I hate watching all the terrible singers, who think they are good, or just want some tv time.&lt;br /&gt;I have been kind of waiting this week, for two things to happen. If I get the job at the Little, I should be hearing about it this week. And my gm from Mellow is suppose to be calling me, so let's hope by the weekend with more direction to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-135395828688643325?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/135395828688643325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=135395828688643325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/135395828688643325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/135395828688643325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-letting-paint-dry.html' title='just letting paint dry'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-6598068469044182952</id><published>2009-01-12T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:57:22.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>twenty something twenty everything</title><content type='html'>I finally crawled under my bed to dig out my book that fell a few weeks ago. My secret santa gave me Twenty Something, Twenty Everything, by Christine Hassler. Kristin was the one who told me about the book. From this first page I can tell it's going to be one of those life-changing books. I knew who I was in high school. Loved my friends, loved playing soccer, had a great up bringing. I guess ever since graduating high school my life has been a little erratic. Mercyhurst for a year, Americorps for a year, home for a few months, Plattsburgh for a few months, and then down to Charleston. And now here I am 25, jobless, living at home, with a B.A. in studio art. Turning 25 is when the panic set in, I had finally graduated and was working in a restaurant far from home. Not really what I had in mind when I was 25, so I moved home. A little over a week ago is when the real anxiety set in, the Holidays were over, my grace period was running out. I was so upset people were asking what was wrong... I think Hassler said it best, nothing is really wrong, but nothing really feels right either...&lt;br /&gt;It appears I am a starving artist going through a twenty-something crisis. I feel like 23yr old Loren "everything in her life seems out of control, as if she were standing in the middle of a circle with every aspect of her life that she loves (such as her family) and everything she is searching for (such as a career) spinning wildly around her. I am trying to grab on to anything but it keeps slipping through my fingers."&lt;br /&gt; I feel older for the first time in my life, and I feel the need to have it all. I am acting like my next step may have life-long consequences. My friend Sara made me realize I am planning my next 6-18 months, not my life. I think this book will really help me not feel so alone and clueless. Lately I even feel like the the first time my best friend and I are not on the same page, she's living with her fiance and going to grad school. To me even that feels miles ahead of where I am. Going to Charleston will be alright, and staying here will be alright. Just making a final decision this week will put me at ease.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I bought paint today to paint my family room, and my father has commissioned me for a small art project. Regardless of where I end up, or what I end up doing, I need to find ways to create art, and feel inspired to keep me balanced and happy, at least that is a start...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-6598068469044182952?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/6598068469044182952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=6598068469044182952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/6598068469044182952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/6598068469044182952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/01/twenty-something-twenty-everything.html' title='twenty something twenty everything'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-6657594800993799949</id><published>2009-01-09T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T09:18:15.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday someday</title><content type='html'>so the job interview went really well, the theatre is artsy right up my alley, I would be on my feet pretty much being boss lady...BUT and there is one, the pay is shitty. And only one week paid vacation doesn't allow much flexibility for travel, or even long weekends. And I don't think it can help me too much in the long run...so that's where we stand. &lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned I hate the winter...apparently this is one of the worst ones the Roc has seen in a few years. It figures it's the winter I try to move home. Last night I felt like I was pleading for my life as I tried to drive my little car home. I would turn a corner and end up sideways. Stopping at red lights were a nightmare because then I had to get started again which meant barely touching the gas and i was sliding all over the place. I think I held my breath the whole way home. And yeah it's pretty snow but I'm over it, it's not like I can use my camera, and if I could it is cold and I fear for my life when I have to drive in it. (Confident winter driver I know, I'm confident in myself just not in my little Sunfire) And the worst part is there is a solid 3 more months of this. So I think you know what I am thinking...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-6657594800993799949?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/6657594800993799949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=6657594800993799949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/6657594800993799949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/6657594800993799949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunday-someday.html' title='sunday someday'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-7846443654692374333</id><published>2009-01-09T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T09:06:41.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>job shmob</title><content type='html'>so I have an interview today at the Little, an independent movie theatre, my interview is at the cafe to be the assistant manager. Apparently the cafe doesn't even open until 5, so it would be all night shifts and I would have Thurs and Sun off. So we'll see how it goes, and see what kind of pay it would be. They have rotating art shows there, however they are more in the box than what the Mellow shows were. Part of me thinks I should just get in my car and drive down there, and either pack up my things and be done or work it out....First things first, let's see how the Little turns out to be. It's also getting time for that famous saying....shit or get off the pot. (I do seem to have a hard time with that!) And I think everyone around me is sicking of hearing about Charleston....well wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-7846443654692374333?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/7846443654692374333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=7846443654692374333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/7846443654692374333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/7846443654692374333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/01/job-shmob.html' title='job shmob'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-8067115528900775056</id><published>2009-01-08T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:58:37.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turmoil Thursday...</title><content type='html'>So I was pretty decided on going back to Charleston, (this starving artist is not starving, but I am definitely ignoring certain unknown callers) maybe I moved back up north and decided I don't want to grow up and be an adult just yet, Charleston was my way back to being young and clueless but it didn't matter. I had painted myself a pretty little picture, but of course things never really go as planned. Things have changed slightly which could put a damper in my plans. I still have a few more people to talk to...&lt;br /&gt;I a going to apply to a few jobs in the Roc, in the meantime I need some sort of cash flow, if I end up in Chas in Feb so be it, but I still have this month to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will find nothing and I know I will at least have something in Chas, or maybe I will find a job I love (maybe that's wishful thinking) or maybe I will work for a bit and then something will come my way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Obstacles are a natural part of life, just as boulders are a natural part of the course of a river," notes the ancient Chinese book the I Ching. "The river does not complain or get depressed because there are boulders in its path." I'd go so far to say -- this is not in the original text, but is my 21st-century addition -- that the river gets a sensual thrill as it glides its smooth current over the irregular shapes and hard skin of the rocks. It looks forward to the friction, exults in the intimate touch, loves the drama of the interaction. Sound like a pleasure you'd like to cultivate, Leo? It's an excellent time to try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is what my horoscope says according to the Charleston City Paper, I can't tell if it is mocking me.....it does seem eerily fitting though. In yahoo I am told to turn to "my people" in dire times, they have more insight to offer than I think...now who are my people, my family, my little shroomers...whom I ask you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-8067115528900775056?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/8067115528900775056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=8067115528900775056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/8067115528900775056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/8067115528900775056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/01/turmoil-thursday.html' title='Turmoil Thursday...'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-502120798758363085</id><published>2009-01-05T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:22:44.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 horoscope</title><content type='html'>I've been a way for a while sulking in a black hole of self misery. Being home in my old bedroom has been messing with my mind, it also doesn't help that I have too much time to think. However according to my 2009 horoscope 2009 is going to be a good year, I just have to dig myself out of this slump first and get a game plan second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://shine.yahoo.com/page/2009-horoscope/&lt;br /&gt;Year 2009 Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;As you help others in your work, you find balance in your own life and, as a result, financial opportunities arise. You are far from conventional, and this helps you have no fear in starting new projects and developingways for making a good living.&lt;br /&gt;You are able to make major changes in your career without completely eliminating your current foundation. During the summer, career advancements streamline as greater responsibility and commitment come your way. This is an excellent time to focus on your ideals for social progress, and actualize them in a public sphere.&lt;br /&gt;As a Leo, you have the communication skills required to bring new opportunities for growth. This year, you easily visualize new possibilities and eliminate potential roadblocks. Your co-workers appreciate your leadership skills and respect your ability to bring people and resources together for positive change. You may be conservative financially while learning to carve out ways of meeting your material needs, but you continue to draw greater resources to you to serve the greater good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2009 Romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel as if you're reaping the harvest this year in your relationships. Socially, your connections are very positive and your altruistic, visionary personality brings you a great circle of friends. Very strong and intuitive, your sense of self-worth in a close relationship makes it a very loving and secure one -- your main focus for some time now. Your enthusiasm bubbles over as an intimate relationship blossoms, and the challenges of constructive communication become easier and easier.&lt;br /&gt;Energetically, you are uplifted when you choose to be in a relationship and master the art of accepting someone as they are. In the springtime, your focus may shift to marriage as many blessings come your way, giving you opportunities to experience conscious acts of sharing, cooperation and honor. Things may seem to move fast, but if you go with the flow, you'll gain confidence in your progress.&lt;br /&gt;Much healing takes place when you have someone close to share your life with. Reap the rewards, and you will encounter feelings that will become the basis for far-reaching transformation in your life -- and in that of others as well. Leo's need to be in charge is no problem, because you and your partner are energetically and equally matched. Be grateful for the love and growth you are experiencing -- both metaphysically and spiritually."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my career sounds like Mellow, i think I can find balance and happiness there for another year, (I had to return a movie to blockbuster, and upon return I tried to turn down my street and slid all the way past it, not to mention the fishtailing my car does when it is stopped at a red light and then forced to go at green...I have had it with the winter blues) I like the idea of new projects which can be translated to more art shows, and maybe branching out to other venues outside of Mellow. Maybe Mellow can lead to more...&lt;br /&gt;And then there is my love life, apparently this spring there will be marriage talk? That is hard to believe considering I am not in a relationship where marriage talk in the spring would make sense, but then again it said  things will go fast and to just go with it. So we shall see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-502120798758363085?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/502120798758363085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=502120798758363085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/502120798758363085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/502120798758363085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-horoscope.html' title='2009 horoscope'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-8117607362599381999</id><published>2008-12-22T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:59:37.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>late night thoughts...</title><content type='html'>you can't move forward if you are constantly looking backwards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be where you are, otherwise you will miss your life" - Buddha&lt;br /&gt;Do one thing everyday to make you happy (that is most likely coffee for me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Live your questions now and perhaps even without knowing it, you will love along some distant day into your answers..." - Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or as Rihanna and T.I. put it....just live your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need to work on the live in the now, and not worry about the future or reminisce about the past. And that includes living where I am, not worrying about what is happening in Chas, but focusing on Roc, whether it is temporary or longer term. I need to stop worrying about finding myself, it will happen in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-8117607362599381999?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/8117607362599381999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=8117607362599381999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/8117607362599381999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/8117607362599381999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2008/12/late-night-thoughts.html' title='late night thoughts...'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-1681738097947870997</id><published>2008-12-21T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:29:44.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it...</title><content type='html'>What can I say, it's catchy, and can be a great motto (more or less) I had a great snow day with an old but really good friend today. We froze our butts off in the snow (well I did, my blood is still a little thin) and then giggled like school girls for what seemed like hours while catching up in a cafe. It was some much needed therapy. And it's free, a full day of activity for under $2. A walk in the village in the snow to take photos, and then catching up over coffee. A perfect day for a starving artist. Might I say Blockbuster's whole 99cents a day thing has me sitting pretty cheaply as well catching up on seasons of Ugly Betty. I do wonder if they recognize me as the crazy girl who rents a new disc of Betty almost every day, more therapy for my soul. Coffee, laughter, Betty. So being unemployed now for just about 2 months, can lead to some pretty pathetic ways to spend your time.(if you haven't noticed yet) I have become quite the window shopper...I used to walk all over Charleston, whether it was to and from work, or a day off I would walk...and walk, to the water, to the park, for coffee, just to window shop. Here the option to walk is not as easy, not to mention it's freezing outside. I had numb toes and a pink nose after about 10min today. So I go to Target, or the mall, and shop...but seeing as how I have no money I don't actually purchase that much. It allows me to walk around and get a much needed change of scenery, and something to do of course. So my pathetic Saturday night consisted of late night mall walking....&lt;br /&gt;Now what else can one do when they are bored and desperate? Ah yes try to become friends with your brother's ex. Well let me check that off my list, it's quite possible this 20yr thinks I am out of my mind...I just happened to discuss my brother's exes with him the other day and there was a certain one who stood out to me as being cute as a freaking button (nauseating really...) and my mother referred to her as a free spirit. So of course she rose to the top of my list. Well hopefully she didn't find out that I referred to her as my hopeful sister-in-law. Let's be honest I had been drinking (a beer) and am bored. AND my younger brother is more of a hopeful at a marriage any time soon then myself, my older sister, or my three older cousins. We all appear to be pretty hopeless. So when a random number texts me this evening, it was followed with a picture of the ex girlie. She can't wait to meet me and has heard a lot of cool things about me. Now either she is a real sweetheart, or I am being mocked. There is a chance I will meet her at trivia tomorrow night. So let's reflect, things to do when you are broke and unemployed, long photo walks in the village, plenty of window shopping, and try to be best friends with your brother's ex.&lt;br /&gt;Someone give me a job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-1681738097947870997?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/1681738097947870997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=1681738097947870997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/1681738097947870997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/1681738097947870997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-like-it-then-you-shoulda-put.html' title='if you like it then you shoulda put a ring on it...'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-3977001512552976002</id><published>2008-12-19T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:09:47.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>so have I mentioned that tomorrow Mellow is having an art show to benefit toys for kids, all the art is going to be super cheap and 100% of the proceeds is going to give kids presents for the holidays. Two artists who were in my last show are putting it on, and can I just say I am so incredibly wicked jealous that I cannot be there. Well I'm jealous that I am not a part of the planning, and hanging, and decorating, etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;Of course via facebook and myspace I have gotten invites, and posts, and I get e-mailed all the press info about. (Jonah is great at what he does) City Paper pick, Post and Courier...Charleston business journal, etc etc. The art shows I feel like were my babies, and I'm thrilled that they are thriving even with out me, but I am still left feeling jealous, and wishing I was there. &lt;br /&gt;Now, is that a sign that my work there is not done, or am I just bored and not moved on, or maybe I am not needed there anymore. All I know is right now, come Jan I want to go back to Mellow and plan our Valentine's Art show. (F Cupid!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-3977001512552976002?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3977001512552976002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=3977001512552976002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/3977001512552976002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/3977001512552976002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2008/12/tomorrow.html' title='tomorrow...'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-4362180279858884010</id><published>2008-12-18T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:39:44.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>piggybacking Kal...</title><content type='html'>"Happy Holy Daze, Leo! If I could give you one gift for the holidays, it might be a magic object to add to your love altar -- something like a pomegranate resting on red velvet, or a golden heart-shaped magnet, or Pablo Neruda's book 100 Love Sonnets. What? You don't have a love altar? Well then please begin creating one as soon as possible, and continue building it throughout 2009. For the next 12 months, the time will be right to get smarter, wilder, and kinder in your approach to creating intimate connection"....courtesy of the Charleston CityPaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am not hopeless but apparently I need to do some work instead of the whatever happens happens....or go with the flow mentality I normally have. I think I will dig out one of my many Feng Shui books and research where my love altar is and what element is missing from it. I'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to also read my horoscope in my local Rochester, Democrat and Chronicle paper...&lt;br /&gt;"You're feeling slightly insular. And though you don't mind meeting new people, you find an emotional touchstone in the people you know well"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one is right on...which is why I'm torn in Rochester...my family is here, but my adult life is not (well not yet?) struggle through the starting over at the bottom in hopes of something different or go back to the familiar comfortable job that has  a longer term potential not to mention sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-4362180279858884010?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/4362180279858884010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=4362180279858884010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/4362180279858884010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/4362180279858884010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2008/12/piggybacking-kal.html' title='piggybacking Kal...'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-4454803459567930612</id><published>2008-12-14T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:54:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>Normally on a Sunday I could begin my rant cursing out the Bills, and my disappointing addiction. My brother called me out today acting like my sister while watching the game......and in my defense I can't help it...it came over me like a poison that cold day in front of the stadium sandwiched between thousands of other addicted fans. Being a Bills fan is like shooting yourself in the foot (oh wait that's the Giants!) You know you're going to do it, and it's going to hurt and you fire away screaming...Today however we chose to stop watching after the first half. The Bills had a miraculous comeback of an interception to touchdown followed by another touchdown (almost off of the punt return) Well sitting on a happy Bills moment we put in Narnia, Prince of Caspian. Following the movie we saw they had lost but the score was 31-27...very respectable. At least they started scoring touchdowns again (It had been a few games) Well come to find out later, they had been winning the game up until the final two minutes when the QB lost the ball and the Jets grabbed it and ran it in for a touchdown. So freakin glad I did not witness that. The familiar heartache of a Bills fan. &lt;br /&gt;I have been filling my days baking Christmas cookies...I have found lately I need to stay busy or I go crazy. I miss working. It's not fun to take time off when you are broke and everyone else is still working...a foil in my plan I didn't expect. I have gone from finding myself, to being completely lost in the woods, deer in headlights, frozen. Maybe this is a part of the journey...but that is the hopeful part of me, not the realistic part. And clearly being a Bills fan is not the antidote I need. I really should at least explore Rochester and see what it has to offer, tomorrow is suppose to be 50 so it should be the perfect day to wander, and take photos...find an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this week I will copy Kal and make soy candles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-4454803459567930612?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/4454803459567930612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=4454803459567930612' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/4454803459567930612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/4454803459567930612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-3966562530575432127</id><published>2008-12-10T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:46:36.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas cookie wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SUCakCX9cHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-CYIjrnkDRc/s1600-h/IMG_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SUCakCX9cHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-CYIjrnkDRc/s200/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278388707181555826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SUCajzYOMjI/AAAAAAAAAgc/rSJSmncg1Kc/s1600-h/IMG_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SUCajzYOMjI/AAAAAAAAAgc/rSJSmncg1Kc/s200/IMG_0350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278388703156122162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SUCajasC9tI/AAAAAAAAAgU/8rWD884_OOo/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SUCajasC9tI/AAAAAAAAAgU/8rWD884_OOo/s200/IMG_0352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278388696528385746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does an unemployed, broke 25yr old do......raid her mom's cabinets and make some christmas cookies. One of my dreams in life is to open up my own cafe/wine bar/ art gallery. I would like to spend my day baking treats and serving coffee, or popping wine bottles for art openings. Now my mother is a great baker so of course I have never given it a try. I like to think I am a good cook, or baker but when it comes down to it I don't actually do it, I just know what would be good. (If that makes sense) I can pick out great healthy recipes but when it comes down to it someone else ends up doing the cooking. I might as well start actually baking and cooking....&lt;br /&gt;I chose Coconut Pecan cookies, (out of Taste of Home) minus the pecans I'm not a fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These golden brown cookies will remind you of German chocolate cake, with chocolate chips and coconut in the batter and a yummy pecan-coconut frosting. A drizzle of chocolate tops them off in a festive way. -Diane Selich Vassar, Michigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 egg, lightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 can (5 ounces) evaporated milk&lt;br /&gt;    * 2/3 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;    * 1/4 cup butter, cubed&lt;br /&gt;    * 1-1/4 cups flaked coconut&lt;br /&gt;    * 1/2 cup chopped pecans&lt;br /&gt;    * COOKIE DOUGH:&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 cup butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;    * 3/4 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;    * 3/4 cup packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;    * 2-1/4 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;    * 4 cups (24 ounces) semisweet chocolate chips, divided&lt;br /&gt;    * 1/4 cup flaked coconut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;For frosting, in a large saucepan, combine the egg, milk, sugar and butter. Cook and stir over medium-low heat for 10-12 minutes or until slightly thickened and mixture reaches 160° or is thick enough to coat the back of a metal spoon. Stir in coconut and pecans. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;    In a large bowl, cream butter and sugars until light and fluffy. Add eggs, one at a time, beating well after each addition. Beat in vanilla. Combine the flour, baking soda and salt; gradually add to creamed mixture and mix well. Stir in 2 cups chips and coconut.&lt;br /&gt;    Drop by tablespoonfuls 2 in. apart onto ungreased baking sheets. Bake at 350° for 8-10 minutes or until lightly browned. Cool for 10 minutes before removing to wire racks to cool completely.&lt;br /&gt;    In a microwave, melt the remaining chocolate chips; stir until smooth. Frost cooled cookies; drizzle with melted chocolate. Yield: 6-1/2 dozen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-3966562530575432127?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/3966562530575432127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=3966562530575432127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/3966562530575432127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/3966562530575432127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-cookie-wednesday.html' title='christmas cookie wednesday'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/SUCakCX9cHI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-CYIjrnkDRc/s72-c/IMG_0349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-4187859905206554528</id><published>2008-12-09T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:03:29.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cupcake converse</title><content type='html'>I think I need to start a mantra with my life...remember the wwjd? Well mine is going to be wwtfd...what would a 25yrer do...or should do... I should say. I thought this today as I was admiring some converse sneakers with cupcakes on them...oh how cute the little cupcakes were, and then stopped myself. I am not under the age of 10, nor do I own my own cupcake shop therefore as a 25yr old (trying to become an adult) I do not need cupcake converse shoes....especially being unemployed and broke...instead I headed over to Jcrew...an adult store! Can I afford it? No! but...take an additional 30% off sale items! How could I refuse...so a charged $40 later I walked out with two tops not feeling too guilty about it, it could have been way worse.&lt;br /&gt;So I spent my unemployed Tuesday walking around the Galleria mall, after a quick interview at the restaurant in Buffalo. It really is going to be a cool restaurant/ cafe to eat healthy food, or grab a coffee and take an art class, with rotating local art on the walls and weekly music...but I'll stop myself. What's the point seeped into my head on my drive there (while grooving to T.I and Beyonce) I have no family or friends in Buffalo, I am not attending school there nor is this a start up career.&lt;br /&gt;I might as well stay in Rochester, or go back to Charleston...&lt;br /&gt;While wandering the Galleria I stopped into some shoe stores for my endless journey. It used to be to find boots, and now it is simply to replace my birks. Now let me tell you about my birkies...they are about 10+ years old...and boy do they look it. There is nothing grown-up or classy about them. They are dark brown and yet still look dirty. They go perfect with my jeans that are ripped up at the bottoms...(almost every pair, seeing as I have the vertically challenged thing going for me) but I have come to realize I really do need new shoes. (In Charleston it was flip flops everywhere or sneakers at work) And now in the cold and snowy weather I'm in the routine of slipping on the birks...I have other shoes, the birks are just the easiest to slip on and off, and ask anyone I know I am not a shoe person. It's not because I'm lazy (I have plenty other examples for that) I am just not a shoe wearing person at home, in the car, or even in a restaurant I am known to slip my shoes off. Hey at least I wear them walking around the streets unlike some hippies who roam the streets of Charleston barefoot. I'm not sure what it is I can not commit myself to new shoes...I know I will just go back and slip on my birks to drive to meet Kate Shannon for coffee where I will prob slip them off. I need Stacy and Clinton or Tim Gunn to come and throw them away, preferably Tim Gunn he will prob just give me a fantastic new shoe no decisions necessary...Stacy and Clinton will make me browse through stores to buy new ones, way too many decisions for the indecisive. One of these days I promise I will have the will power to throw them out and buy replacements...(or for the love of god will someone throw them away for me when I am not looking...preferably when I am at home and have a back up pair, not when I am out with nothing else to wear) I did imagine as I was sitting legs up, shoes off, eating a DD bagel and sipping a coffee, that a stranger was just going to come by and steal my shoes just to be funny (not because they want them) but no one did...so at least I didn't buy cupcake converse (though kudos to anyone who has, or will) but negative kudos to my comfort blanket attachment to my birks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-4187859905206554528?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/4187859905206554528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=4187859905206554528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/4187859905206554528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/4187859905206554528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2008/12/cupcake-converse.html' title='cupcake converse'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352775380957585718.post-5456272018963733885</id><published>2008-12-07T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T20:47:57.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome</title><content type='html'>You may call it stir crazy or a mental breakdown, I call it channeling my inner nut case for a worthy cause. I have a live journal which is mainly for the late night breakdowns, and my best friend and I have a photo blog, we try to upload a photo a day (heartslitteringtopsoil.blogspot.com) but I guess you can say my sarcastic self-pitying side was craving something more...&lt;br /&gt;I am 25 and moved home (western NY) from Charleston SC a little over a month ago. Yes I moved from Charleston SC to upstate NY at the end of October. (I must have had a mini stroke) I do recall being delayed in the Charleston airport due to bad weather in Philly, when I finally arrived in Philly I was delayed again, a supposed to be 5hr trip turned into 10. I already felt the mockery. Now don't get me wrong it hasn't all been bad I have done a little traveling (Albany, NYC, Toronto) but let's fast forward a week into my trip I went to my first NFL game, the Bills vs the Jets. Now I haven't been a Bills fan in years, I think the whole going to 4 superbowls in a row and losing did me in, however  my Dad has recently dusted off the old sweatshirt and over the past few years has become quite a fan. So there I stand in the cold outside of the stadium drinking beers and eating chips and dip with his coworkers. Hands just about numb we make our way into the suite and there before my  wide eyes is the huge awesome field. The Bills were 5-2 playing the Jets who were 4-3, the Bills were favored to win....4 quarters later there in the huge awesome stadium I sat with disappointment at the 26-17 loss. There in that stadium is where the addiction began. (again) I continued to feed the addiction during disappointing loss after disappointing loss. A fumble here, incomplete pass here, missed kick there...last week I made Buffalo Wing Chicken dip (ummmm delish you should try)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(courtesy of allrecipes.com)&lt;br /&gt; INGREDIENTS &lt;br /&gt;    * 2 (10 ounce) cans chunk chicken, drained&lt;br /&gt;    * 2 (8 ounce) packages cream cheese, softened&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 cup Ranch dressing&lt;br /&gt;    * 3/4 cup pepper sauce, such as Franks® Red Hot®&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 1/2 cups shredded Cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;    *  &lt;br /&gt;    * 1 bunch celery, cleaned and cut into 4 inch pieces&lt;br /&gt;    * 1 (8 ounce) box chicken-flavored crackers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Heat chicken and hot sauce in a skillet over medium heat, until heated through. Stir in cream cheese and ranch dressing. Cook, stirring until well blended and warm. Mix in half of the shredded cheese, and transfer the mixture to a slow cooker. Sprinkle the remaining cheese over the top, cover, and cook on Low setting until hot and bubbly. Serve with celery sticks and crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway....so dip for the game vs the 49ers they were like 3-9, easy win right....wrong  &lt;br /&gt;Another disappointing loss 13-3 (I believe, I tried to block it out) &lt;br /&gt;Fast foward to about 4 1/2 hrs ago, the Bills still had a chance at the wild card, they had to win followed by a bunch of teams who had to lose...there was still hope.&lt;br /&gt;New week, new game, new chance, the dolphins. Same disappointing story...interception here, incomplete pass there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since moving home from Charleston I am unemployed and a Bills fan. And what do I mean by Bills fan? I am addicted to a hopeful yet always disappointing in the end drug. Next week vs the Jets it will be the same story..... and there I will sit enchanted, hopeful in the first half, and probably pissed throwing popcorn at the tv in the second half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow I have an interview at a restaurant in Buffalo (did I mention I live in Rochester) Why am I going to interview at a restaurant in Buffalo when I live in Rochester......eh what else will I do with my Monday anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352775380957585718-5456272018963733885?l=myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/feeds/5456272018963733885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352775380957585718&amp;postID=5456272018963733885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/5456272018963733885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352775380957585718/posts/default/5456272018963733885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myyearofdiscovery.blogspot.com/2008/12/welcome.html' title='welcome'/><author><name>lex</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00027189791257980873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LQvxa2Zpgfo/STtKBdh009I/AAAAAAAAAfY/7kBeWwg7FlQ/S220/000_0096.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
