Resolution Check-in Time

So we're almost at the end of January and when the new year started I passed this sign on the way home that said "may your troubles last as long as your resolutions." Although I realize most people don't keep their resolutions, I'm trying very hard to keep mine, or at least some of them. Here's a mock up of my new years resolution successes thus far:

Put my BlackBerry in the Backseat When I'm Driving.
Verdict: Failing miserably, I never usually text while driving but I found myself doing it this past week. I'm usually guilty of talking on my phone while driving, but this was a new level of bad driving etiquette for me.

Get my American Driver's License.

Verdict: Got it! I didn't let this one go unnoticed, I made sure I got my license as soon as the new year set in.

Learn the Virtue of Patience.

Verdict: I'm still trying. This is a work in progress, but I'm doing better.

Stop Living Vicariously through Pop Culture.

Verdict: Ha! I'm looking at this one right now and wondering if I had a few glasses of wine when I wrote this post because pop culture is fun. Sure I need to get out more, but between Gossip Girl and Vampire Diaries, my real life romantic dry spell doesn't seem so terrible.

Spend More Time at Museums & Art Galleries.

Verdict: I've been out once or twice since the new year started but I definitely need to up my culture quotient some more. Maybe I should make a point of it to blog about interesting places/food/people and the like.

Reconnect With Myself, My Goals, My Desires, and My Plan.

Verdict: This takes a lot of quality me time, not the time spent sitting in front of the TV or the computer. Working on my grad school application might help me do this.

When Does Life Really Start

Considering my life after college, I can't help but feel cheated and not like those law school graduates that can't find jobs and are suing their alma maters for what their calling a ponzi scheme. Which, mind you is ridiculous, you decided to go into post-graduate studies, and it's not your school's fault you can't get a job, it's the economy's. Get your act together. What I mean to say is, for all the promise of the real world and life starting after you leave college, the truth of the matter is - I feel like I'm still waiting on my life to start. Although I hate the cliche line waiting for my life to start, I feel like I had more of a life when I was in college.

I suppose what I really mean is I enjoyed my life more. I had a discussion with a friend about life somewhat sucking after college, and being that I've moved away from all of my friends, with the exception of my family I have a very minimal level of human interaction (especially since my profession has been relegated to working from home thanks to the internet). This whole situation makes me wonder what my life is going to be like for my 20s, I finished college at 20 and now what, most people talk about their crazy twenties and how they really lived in their early adult years but my twenties started when I left college, and they don't seem to be getting better.

I'm looking for an opportunity to work in a social environment, and all this lack of interaction is like a social experiment gone wrong. I suddenly understand what sociologist babble on about when they're talking about human beings being social creatures. All this me time has me reconsidering whether or not I'd really be happy being single and childless for the rest of my life. I love myself, yet I can't imagine how stir-crazy I'll become if I'm relegated to spending the rest of my life in the digital age's equivalent of solitary confinement.

A Day in My Life My Life in a Day: Charade

So I must think I live in an Audrey Hepburn movie or something because I'm obsessed with trying to live out moments from my favorite films in everyday life. Two days ago I decided I'd be coming to NY for a couple days, and yesterday I decided my sister was going to come along for the ride. Thus far we've pigged out on lasagna and chicken marsala at Carmine's, a haunt I love in NYC (although now that one's in the Penn Quarter of DC I've got to go more often). After stuffing our faces with food and sitting around and allowing the meal to settle in our bellies (i.e. let the itis set in) we found a way to muscle our way over to the NYPL, only to find the cutest old telephone booths known to man. I don't know what it is about the New York Public Library but I'm utterly obsessed and this time I decided to have a little fun with my baby sister (she's 14 and taller than me mind you). In the film Charade, Audrey gets cornered in a telephone booth, which is probably the reason why I'm so taken with the ones over here. We each took it upon ourselves to sit, stand, and make goofy faces in the telephone booth while the other caught it on camera. I'm starting to think I need more of these random moments of crazy in my life, the last few months have been way too dull.

One day I'm going to stand in front of the Arc de Triumph and let a few dozen balloons fly like she did in Funny Face. Only then will my life be complete.

Rant: Homosexuality & the World That Doesn't Want to Understand

I don't quite get the anti-gay debate. It's not that I don't understand that some people are just plain terrified of homosexuality, but what I don't understand is why the hell it matters to them. As a woman, I'd prefer not to be in a relationship with a man, or God forbid, married to a man who would rather be penetrating or penetrated by another man. I think the conservative side of society should stop trying to push homosexuality back into the proverbial closet and accept it.

People talk about whether or not it's a choice or a natural thing, my thoughts are that each case is different, it's both. Then again nobody ever goes around asking straight people why they choose to be straight. I once dated a guy that said gays were evil because they couldn't reproduce and that was the whole point of us being here on this earth. Needless to say, our relationship ended very quickly after that argument. I couldn't deal with the hypocrisy of it all because I threw it right back in his face when I said, I don't want to reproduce so by your logic I am just as evil as they are. I think on some level many priest have pitted religion against homosexuality for the simple reason that some of them are jealous of those that have chosen to live their life regardless of what society has to say. I sometimes wonder what the ratio of A-sexual to homosexual priests really is, they've chosen not to procreate and are valued for it, so why should a man or woman who chooses to save the world from eating itself alive in overpopulation by loving someone of the same sex be any different.

Love is love, God is love. I've almost completely abandoned the idea of organized religion, and no religion can convince me that homosexuality is an act against God.

That's all she wrote... For now