Beginnings

Summer began mid May, Utah is mid July. In retrospect, I suppose I could've gotten a "real" job- two months is quite a while. I was (still am) signed up through the temp agency but they hadn't given me a job for those entire two months up until now- the two weeks before I leave for Utah- the two weeks where I should and want to rather be doing ANYTHING else. The cabin on the lake is rented until the 11th-

IF ONE MORE PHONE CALL INTERRUPTS MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT.....

So I signed up with this temp agency only thinking about the cash flow but I soon realized working in an office is everything I don't ever want to do with my life. I have so much more potential than answering a phone for 8 hours. Unfortunately, I am also cursed with laziness thus I'm not actively doing anything about my situation besides complaining about it in a blog that I will surely never use after this gig as recepcionista is through.

And then there's that damn perspective that plagues (blesses?) me. Whenever I'm unhappy about my mediocre life I think about every person that is suffering infinitely more than me. There's a lot of people worse off so my perspective never runs dry.

I don't know what this blog will be about- if it will have a theme or end up being my pretentious rants or conspiracies or music or movies or drugs....I am a jack of all trades and a master of none so keeping a blog that won't turn into a diary may be difficult.

Let me introduce myself:

My name is _____ (you can refer to me as Stella Blue) and I am a 20 year old college student. That's all you're going to get because I am also paranoid that the government is out to get me so I try to keep my personal information limited. You're never gonna get me.

My interests (which I suppose I will try to throw into this doomed-to-fail blog) include but are not limited too: The Grateful Dead......................



haha just kidding I have at least a little more depth...

but seriously: The Grateful Dead, music of all sorts, movies (good ones), movies (bad ones), driving (not so much anymore what with gas prices blah blah blah), cigarettes & coffee, Otis Redding (if anyone just got that reference, leave a comment), thought, ganj, tripping, learning, free love...

Gosh I sound like I stepped out of 1967. Well, I am my mother's daughter (obviously..) and she has influenced me. I suppose one could label me as a hippie. Most people nowadays would use it derogatively but I embrace it. My philosophy in life is if everyone did acid, everything would be ok. I really have to poop, excuse me.