Stairway to Heaven

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, 
don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, 
but in the long run
There's still time to change 
the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder... 

GPS for life

I am seeking advice.  On what, I am not sure.  All I am certain of at this point, 1:45ish (really? I'm not even certain of the time? yikes) on Monday, May 23, 2011, is that I have no idea what I am doing with my life.  If possible, I would like to sit on the back breezeway where I'm staying, which provides a nice, well, breeze in the evening.  (They really knew what they were doing with that one.  Must be nice to be on track.  AH.)  

What I am seeking is some guidance, some constructive advice, and a little comic relief because at the moment, I may or may not be undergoing some sort of identity crisis.  (I'll leave the drama out of this, I promise...no tears.)  Although my uncertainty in future plans is very apparent, so is my clarity in not wanting to continue with this sports internship whatsoever, no way.  Nah ah.  Nope.  Mm mm [shakes head side to side].

Being with the people of New Orleans and meeting prominent people in, ok, kick-ass fields last night made me realize that my strengths lie in other areas, way outside the realm of sports.  (Although, I must say, we just did some interviews at the Tulane baseball practice and 2 guys asked me out and 1 whistled at me...not necessarily a dunk on my drowning ego.)  Alas, a date with a wide brimmed hat and a very large pinch of Skoal tobacco is the last thing I need right now.  (Seriously, how do they run with that stuff in their lips??  All it'd take is one car horn or random yell and all of that would be down my throat.)

I am so enthusiastic about beginning my life, putting everything I've done and learned (done-learned haha...Alabama) at school to good use, and really narrowing the vision, my vision, about exactly what I'd like to do.

What I guess I need is a recalculation of routes, if you will.

it's been a while...

...and it'll be a while.

Today I'm on day 4 of my internship.  Not really sure what I'm doing, but what I am sure about is the possibility that this is a sham.  (A sham?  Like the pillow?!)  Like...I might be on a hidden camera show.  Just a guess.  No, a hypothesis - the educated guess.  The guess used by arrogant assholes.  From the cast of people I work with to the still unknown job description, the chances of Candid Camera showing up, or maybe Ashton Kutcher, are pretty good.  Plus, what do I know about sports?

WebMD clarified my biggest fear: I'm undergoing the classic identity crisis.  Drama isn't even my thing, I promise, but I've been pretty dramatic these last few days.  Yikes.

Oy.  I'm sure they're tracking this via the common wifi.  Hopefully I'll make a habit of doing this again.  Blahblahblah