And... we're back.

A little update: I completed my required six week internship. It followed a standard pattern of nerves, eager to please and of course, the sudden settling of indifference and boredom. My days were nothing close to reality TV show dramatics, but I got to read up on many, many movies and TV shows and wrote a very special newsletter on flooring (Cork, linoleum and marble, oh my!). Of course, I am grateful for the experience, had fun but the practical side of my brain is insistent on thinking, well, that was nice... now what?

I also got to interview a lady from a Vancouver-based show, which was exciting. I got to transcribe it myself, only to realize my voice is nasal and irritating... who knew? Apparently everyone, since when I posed the question, "Do you know what I discovered when I was listening to a recording of myself?" The resounding reply was either that I sound nasal or that my laugh is horrendous.

I thought it just had character.

Anyway, so that's over and done with. I'm back to my old job, which is fine, but I kind of feel like a ticking bomb that kind of fizzled. Where is my fun kaboom? I went to a Craft Fair this past week and felt this burning desire to be creative, but I don't know in what way. I guess that's sort of an oxymoron, since, you can't really be told how to be creative. It's like the end of my undergraduate all over again. I am so accustomed to finishing and getting a prize, finishing a getting a prize. What happens when you reach the finish line and a person waiting there says, "Alright, now keep on running because there may or may not be a prize hidden somewhere out there"?

Sigh. Lost. Is there a psychological term for the anxiety that comes from graduates? We really ought to create a support group. We can meet outside an employment office.

Currently, I am reading Tuesdays with Morrie, in hopes of being inspired or at least weepy?

Another update which has no relevance to my career: I joined the cult of the iPhone. I have become one of them. You know... I call them the scalp-friends. So busy texting and checking email that you end up talking to their scalps. With only the obligatory peering up, bleary eyed to show you are paying attention. I don't want to be one of those people, but I think I am.

Gained some more weight. Heavy-bridget-jonesy-sigh. Am attempting to get back in the exercise routine. Installed Lose It! app for iPhone to track calories, but realized I have no perception of what an ounce of food means. Also, have been substituting to the point of ridiculousness. I wasnt sure what a big bowl of Pho was so I instead said I ate 5 cartons of cup o' noodles. Def. not the same.

anyway.

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