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Switching Back to Blogger

Posted August 16, 2008

I swear I am not trying to give you guys a headache! I'm switching back to blogger because although Viviti is a nice site, it still needs a lot of work and blogger allows me to do a lot more things, like blog from my iphone. Which seems really nice especially since i'm so mobile now - able to take pictures and post them directly to blogger, pretty spiffy.

Anyway, in case you all forgot the url of my blogger blog is lifeloveandlaughs.blogger.com! So bookmark it or save it! Add it back to your RSS or do whatever it is to remind you to keep reading! My life just got interesting. I'm in a new city with big dreams and a new school! Yay for Chicago!

Home Sweet Home

Posted August 16, 2008

The streets of Chicago are alive this afternoon with the screams of children. They laugh and giggle and scream every communication standing only three feet away from each other, “Who let the dogs out? Whoof, Whoof, Whoof?”  They chant the song over and over as loud as they can. Suddenly a plane swoops by and the children erupt in utter excitement, “WHOA!” The chatter shifts to the planes flying overhead and the Chicago Air and Boat Show, which is beginning just down the street on Lake Michigan. The children begin chanting, “5, 4, 3, 2, 1…BLAST OFF!” Their mother who is talking with her friend quiets them but they are so excited they begin to busily chattering about another plane that is now flying overhead.

I stare out at the Chicago skyline from my fourth story apartment and I smile, although I cannot see the children who are standing at the foot of my building, I am very aware of their presence at the base of my apartment complex. I’ve been organizing my apartment in preparation for law school.

This city is magical. It houses the hopes and fears of many. I’ve already had the pleasure of being in the middle of a political discussion on Chicago’s infrastructure and the gentrification process-taking place south of the city. I’ve already walked the busiest streets of Chicago and encountered some of the funniest situations. I’ve already been asked very boldly by a cab driver if I was married, when I responded no, I was then asked, “Why not?” Hum…

I’ve also had the pleasure of spending the evening with a dear friend of mine, Lara, and her friends here in Chicago. Lara and I went to high school and college together and now we’ve both ended up in the city of Chicago. We spent the night on the town eating scrumptious Italian food and drinking beverages at the Signature Room atop the Hancock Building overlooking the city. I’ve been asked for money on numerous occasions by the homeless and even gave my left over’s to one who requested them. Give a homeless person money, no, give him or her food? Yes.

I’ve found my apartment to be a sanctuary from the outside world, a place I feel very safe – much like my school. I am not going to sit here and lie. Chicago can be a dangerous city but that doesn’t mean I fear going outside. Austin can be a dangerous city. Chicago is just bigger so we hear about it more often.

In fact, Chicago has six times the population per square foot of Austin. 9.7 million people call Chicago home, compared to 1.5 million in Austin (including surrounding areas). This city is amazing. There are highways that are never relieved of congestion, subways and metros that are always crowded with people and people moving into the city still.

Additionally, Chicago is in line for the 2016 Olympic bid, which equates to more people visiting the city - tourists galore and the international eye on my new city. How exciting! Will Chicago win? The United States hopes so, but some say Madrid has a better chance of winning. Then again, Chicago is the only city to have ever won a bid and then been snubbed the chance of being the host. (This happened in 1904 when Chicago won the bid and St. Louis stole it from them because they wanted the Olympics to coincide with the World’s Fair.) Needless to say, there are a lot of people rooting for Chicago to win the bid, including myself. Despite some of the pessimistic views from some critics, I think it would be great for the city!

It’s now late afternoon and I can no longer hear the shouts of excited children. Instead I hear the sound of passing traffic and the view form my windows is much more gloomy. The sun is lower in the sky and the buildings across the street from mine are dim with the shadow of my building. Oh, beautiful Chicago, how I adore thee. 

Chi-Town

Posted August 16, 2008

August 13, 2008

The move from Austin to Chicago was exhausting to say the least and I had the easiest job of all. I owe a huge thank you to my mom who helped me do everything from pack to set up my internet service (which to this day still isn’t working). It’s                 

I arrived in Chicago after a nice week vacation in Wyoming with my aunt’s grandmother and mother. I spent the week up there escaping the heat and celebrating my Aunt Lorie’s grandmother’s 90th birthday. Mind you, Great Grandma is anything but helpless, she’s smart as a whip and despite being blind has the keenest ear I’ve ever seen. 

Anyway, we celebrated with my aunt’s family from Sunday until Thursday. I arrived home Thursday at 9:15pm and was on a plane headed for Chicago at 8:00am. Needless to say, my mother helped me out a lot to swing that one. She shipped numerous items of mine for me and packed up much of it since my move from my apartment in Austin was a bit crazy as well.

We arrived in Chicago on Friday and immediately headed straight for Ikea, the furniture superstore. After quite a few hours shopping around and picking out the perfect sofa, bed, etc, my mother realized that the items we were purchasing were not already put together. I explained that we’d have to build many of the items and my mother suddenly became aware of what she’d agreed to do and regretfully consented to my purchases. My purchases were scheduled to arrive Tuesday, the first day of my orientation for law school.

The next few days my mother and I spend our time building items that we’d taken home with us, grocery shopping and running around Chicago in general trying to cover all our bases. Staring at my beautiful, yet painfully empty apartment was not very exciting.

I wish I could say everything went smoothly from there but the facts are as follows: AT&T messed up our phone service resulting in enormous amounts of stress and a few tears and Ikea shipped us items with missing pieces, broken pieces, or just didn’t ship some items at all (my desk). The cable company couldn’t come until next Monday, so my apartment was completely bare, with no tv, no internet and nothing to do other than people watch. (So we did.)

Chicago doesn’t sleep. At 3am it’s not uncommon to see people wandering the streets as if it’s daytime. Sirens constantly pass by and trash trucks feel it necessary to empty the trash at convenient hours like 2:30am. At 5pm the streets are no longer resevered for vehicles, but are rather venues for the hordes of people who work downtown. Pedestrians always have the right away and will often walk out in front of moving traffic, on a “red hand” pedestrian crossing and cars will slam on their brakes coming inches from a man in an Armani suit on his Blackberry. (He never seems to look up to even notice.)

Law School is something all together different. The first day some of the students wore suits. Some wore jeans, but nobody wore a t-shirt (this includes me). Everyone stepped out onto the second floor of the building and stood in their respective lines waiting to take photos for their student ids. We all scanned the room and scoped each other out. Nobody seemed too intimidated by anyone else. The students ranged in age from my tender age of 21 to as old as probably 50 or so. Everyone seemed groomed and well mannered.

Once we’d been split into our sections, I began talking with one of the girls I’d seen in line. She introduced herself and she suddenly seemed very familiar to me. Her name is Ela and she’s from Poland and she reminds me of my old roommate in Spain, Holley. I feel much more at ease when I am talking to her because she is very real. She doesn’t try to impress or show off, she’s very humble and would often tell me that she just really wants to be a lawyer.

I feel like Ela and I are more similar than many of the other students are to me. She has passion, real passion and desire to succeed, but isn’t about to stand up in front of the class and tell everyone how smart she is. But she’s tough too; she doesn’t seem like someone you’d want to push around because she’d tell you how it is. I admire her spirit and I hope there is a little of her in me.

I met some other people at orientation who were just as nice, but none of them had quite the same affect as Ela on me. We’ve sat next to each other today as well and we just get along.

Today we went to Dave and Busters after orientation, which was nice because I met some more people, but honestly I didn’t make life long friends or anything. It was a bit too cool kid crowd for me.

Overall, I’m excited for school to start. I want/need a challenge. I bought my books today and I cannot wait for them to get to me. I want to get my head start and trying to stay as far away from the slump as I possibly can. 

Did I miss the curve?

Posted July 27, 2008

I recently came home from a nice long trip from the Cayman Islands. I wrote a very lovely post chronicling my time in the Caymans and when i went to publish my photos to the post I'd written a few days ago, the post was gone. Disappeared into thin air. So forgive me for not writing sooner about the Caymans, but honestly this post isn't about the Caymans. I'll be posting photos of my trip soon and if I gather enough time, I'll write another post chronicling my time in Grand Cayman.

For today I am writing about something every little girl thinks about at least once in her life. It's a moment, a lifetime, a feeling, an event, an emotion. It's marriage/falling in love. I'm starting to feel like I missed the boat. Now don't misunderstand me, I know I am young and I have plenty of time to get married, have babies, a dog named Fido and a white picket fence - that's not what my post is about today. It's rather about the weird feeling I've been having lately when I see my friends, whom are the same age as I, walk down the aisle. Did I misunderstand the fairy tales I read as a child - am I really suppose to find Prince Charming now? I am suddenly overcome with this feeling that I am missing the boat or rather that the girl who's always ahead of the curve has somehow missed it completely. HELP ME!

Today as I was packing my life away into boxes for Chicago, I stopped to take breaks surfing the web and my favorite website of all: Facebook. Facebook is an online social network that allows friends to share their lives with each other via the internet. AKA: Online stalking that won't get you thrown in jail. Anyway, as I looked through the status updates of all my friends (which I do quite frequently) I saw that another one of my friends had said the three letter word that got her a big ring and a man forever: YES - to that one simple question.

Now this wouldn't be such a big deal if it was one of my friends from high school who I rarely spoke to and friended me on facebook because it was proper - but this was no the case. The friend who was announcing to the world her engagement was Laura, a friend of mine from Liberal Arts Council who always had a strong will and was super brilliant and beautiful. She was fully capable of taking care of herself and being her own woman, yet as I scanned her profile I saw excited, gleeful pictures of her showing off her new diamond ring and I felt a pang of jealousy.

Laura was headed to law school as well, yet she managed to snag a husband on her way there. Hum, did I just miss the curve? Back in the "olden" days women had to get married because they'd starve or be considered spinsters or be considered a witch or a hag, but today that's not the case. Today women are suppose to be confident, independent, make their own careers, money and be like Beyonce: Independent Women. Yet staring at facebook I realized that Laura was just like Beyonce but also had her guy. How the hell did she do that? I began looking through others profiles, my best friend from high school Kamrin is also getting married this August, but I never felt the same jealousy because she was Kamrin, she'd been with Tyler forever. I looked through some other people's facebooks - Kelsey, Libby, Jordan: Engaged, Engaged, Engaged. Hum...

I don't know why all of the sudden I'm feeling the pressure to find a mate and be together forever like some sort of fairy tale, but suddenly I'm a bit jealous. I think it's maybe because I just realized there is no other age beyond 21 to look forward to. Nobody says, "HELL YES, I'M 27!" Instead people lie and say their 19 from here on out. When did I grow up? When did my generation decide we were old enough to make life long commitments such as marriage? I still refer to my mom as an adult and myself as a child, at least in my head. I ask her advice on everything. I can barely get my loan papers filled out correctly for law school much less commit the rest of my life to someone else as their wife.

Gosh, I'm confused and still a bit jealous.

iPhone 3G

Posted July 11, 2008

I am going to make this a brief post because I am extremely exhausted.

Here is a bit of how my day went:

6am: Clock in at Work and prepare for iPhone 3G launch.

3:30pm: Clock out from Work and begin to head home...

3:31pm: After nine and half hour shift I request from my managers to be given the ability to buy the phone in store...the answer is I am an equal to every other customer coming into the store and therefore I will have to brave the line outside. So I decide to head to California Pizza Kitchen for lunch (which they've promised to provide Apple Employees for iPhone launch day). 

3:32pm: I am turned away from CPK because they stopped allowing Apple employees to have free meals at 3:30pm. After a nine and half hour shift that was suppose to end at 3:00pm, I am kicking myself for helping out my fellow employees instead of clocking out on time. Screw you CPK and screw you Apple for making me stand in line I think to myself...

3:45pm: Change mind and stand in line for iPhone 3G despite reports of 7 hour waits...

10:00pm: Walk out of my Apple Store carrying iPhone 3G

Successful day? I don't know. iPhone 3G in hand? Yes. What kind of a day would you call that?

The Beauty in Country Life

Posted July 10, 2008

My grandfather refuses to let go of the fact that he lives in the city and doesn't need to struggle for food or live without air conditioning. My grandfather is a man of his word, a good ole country boy with a lot of stubborn pride and conservative moral values and I love him for everything that he is and everything he's introduced me to as a result of his stubborn ways. I grew up in a small town just outside of Austin. The beauty of my town is that it's roughly 30 minutes from the city and roughly city minutes from the country. As a result, my grandfather purchased some land in his hometown when I was a little girl. This land has been in my family for quite sometime and was sold to him by my great grandparents.

Because my grandfather is a man of the southern country he decided to recreate his upbringing on this land. Sitting on the land is a 100 year old house with a rather large garden and quite a few acres for cows to roam. My grandfather uses an acre of the land for his own garden, leases a lot of it out to farmers who promise to share their profits with my grandfather in exchange for using his land and a few more acres are resevered for my grandfather's cattle. Yes, I said cattle.

The land is pretty amazing. There are some rather large oak trees spanding the land and a creek that runs through the property where as a child I used to swim on hot july days. Every Fourth of July my family gathers to camp out on the land we now call "The Farm". As usual we sweat our butts off and often groan and moan about the heat - we eat a lot of junk food and usually take a walk down to the creek to lie in it and swim about before feeding the cows and choosing some vegtables from the garden or stealing some peaches or plums from the trees.

I do with my grandfather would put in some air conditioning in the old house because it is quite unique and would allow for us to get a break from the heat, but otherwise I really love the farm. I've loved it since I was a small child. The idea of being out in the middle of nowhere, plucking juicy ripe peaches from the trees while basking in the Texas sun in the clear water creek is pretty peaceful. My fondest memories from my childhood involve the Farm and I can't imagine my need for open spaces and oak trees would ever be quenched if it wasn't for the Farm.

Don't misunderstand me, I love the city but sometimes its nice to get away and just be somewhere where nobody can find you. The views are breathtaking the quiet, serenity of the Farm makes me yearn for it especially after fighting rush hour traffic in downtown Austin.

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21 sips of life

Posted July 8, 2008

I am sitting in bed right now with a massive headache cursing myself for having too much fun on my 21st birthday last night.

The party started at my apartment and never left. We spent the night drinking alcohol and playing Rock Band on the Wii. I finally went to bed somewhere around 3:30am and received my much needed sleep. It was a lot of fun and I wish I could explain detail everything that went on last night, but seriously I don't even know what to say. We had fun!

I began my celebration of my 21 years of life with my mom. We went to the Alamo Drafthouse and saw Hancock (the new superhero flick with Will Smith) then went to Spec's Liquor Store so I could buy my first alcohol. Then we cruised the town and came home to watch another movie: The Great Debaters (on dvd with Denzel Washington). Around half way through the movie we had to get ready for our dinner reservations at Uchi (my favorite sushi restaurant ever!)

Uchi was delicious! We both had a glass of wine and talked while we devoured the most delicious sushi in the world!

After sushi my mom and I parted ways and I got ready for my party. My friends showed up late as usual but we ended up having a great time. Like I said, i didn't go to sleep until 3:30am. It was a blast.

Probably one of the best birthdays I've had thus far. With so many exciting things happening in my life right now, I cannot express to you all how excited I am to be placing another line next to this milestone in my life. 21 years and counting...

Happy 21st Birthday to Me!

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The Children of the 90's.

Posted June 30, 2008

We’re children of the 90’s. We’re the troubled, therapy inhabiting, and anti-chain-smoking generation. We’ve been smothered by our parents all our lives with words like love, dream, and believe. We’re the generation that’s fought obesity and lost, idolized celebrities like Paris Hilton, Britney Spears and Lindsey Lohan. We read Cosmopolitan Magazine, spend hundreds of dollars on designer handbags, and think we’re smart because we’ve seen the great classics in their film versions. We’re sloppy and can’t fully appreciate what a real struggle is because our biggest climbs have been from ledges not summits.  


We believe in love, peace, and consumerism because those words sound nice, not because we know what they really mean. We will vote for the first black president of the United States because we hate Bush. We’re not really sure why we hate him other than the reason that everyone else does too. We’re over-dramatic, crazed, Riddilen-induced young adults.


We are the most educated generation with the least amount of real life experience. We have multiple degrees and shiny stamps of intelligence gleaming on our diplomas, but we’re unsure of why it’s necessary to separate whites from darks in the washing machine.  We think our parents know nothing and we’re dead set on believing that when we get out of college, we’ll make so much more money than they ever did.


Our parents pay for our frivolous lifestyles and we scorn their lack of depth. While they fund our worldwide excursions, we drink up the vodka that comes with life in a foreign country where the drinking age is much lower. We’ve been offered almost every drug under the sun and there were times we remembered what we learned in D.A.R.E. and others when we chose to ignore it.


We spend hours in the sun perfecting our bronze glow and make frequent trips to boutiques where they cut our nails and paint them. We want to be Carrie Bradshaw in her Manolo Blahniks prancing the streets of Manhattan with Mr. Big on one arm and our three best friends on the other.
We’ve lost religion and God. We’ve learned to question everything, to be progressive and critical thinkers. So we spend hours at the bars discussing religion, spiritual awareness and what lies beyond our own mortality looking for the answers to our questions and debating with whomever will offer a differing opinion.  


We call ourselves artists, but we lost our imagination when our parents sat us in front of the TV to shut us up.  So we recreate masterpieces and hope for the best and sometimes it turns into Picasso’s Las Meminas, and sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes to find that artistic edge we venture to a dark place within us that screams for the world to know that we exist beyond our plastic, consumer-driven, college-degree holding selves. And when that part of us emerges, it isn’t always pretty.


Sometimes we are the most tragic beings of all. Because our spoiled lives have wronged us in the worst kind of way. Some of us will end up broken, middle-aged nobody’s, milking the Prozac and hoping for someone to really challenge us. And some of us will find glory and become successful, middle-aged robots just looking to afford the mortgage. We are the children of the 90’s.

Scrapbooks, Hookah and Uchi...

Posted June 27, 2008

Jenn and I saw each other for the first time in about a month two days ago. She brought me back some clothes she had borrowed and I gave her back some Dior sunglasses she'd left at my place (I figure she'd probably want those back). As we exchanged items and parted ways for probably the last time...i noticed my bag was filled with something...rectangular shaped?

I opened the H&M bag to find a large square book with teal and brown polka dots. As I opened it I read a letter that she had written me and stuck in the front of the book. It said she had made me a scrapbook and had been working on it for quite some time. She didn't want it to go to waste so she gave it to me as a reminder of the fun memories we had together.

Dumbfounded I flipped through the scrapbook to find some of our best moments laid out on the pages decorated with glitter and sticker words like, "You're the best!" and "Best Friends for Life". As I looked through the book my heart sank and I reminiced for a moment on the amazing friendship that had just ended.

At first I wanted to call her and apologize and hope that I could make everything better, but then I was angry. I was angry that she'd stirr such emotions in me and try to make me feel guilty for giving me the book. I picked up my phone and sent her a short text message thanking her for the book and telling her it was beautiful. That's where it ended.

Later that night my friend, Ramon, and I went to smoke some hookah and hang out with Alla and Moe. We all sat around and laughed about what was going on in our lives and what we were planning. Moe just recently accepted a job in New York City doing some sort of work with the government. Alla is working all the time and Ramon is looking for a new job as an IT person...

Last night was a bit of the same scenario but with a coworker and friend of mine named Justin. We hung out at Kasbah and then talked and convered with Moe and later Alla. It was a pretty chill night. Nice, soothing and relaxing, especially after a long day at work.

Tonight my friends and I are heading to our favorite sushi restuarant Uchi. We are super excited because it's very chic, expensive and the ultimate dinner for foodies like us. I'm sure I'll have plenty of pictures to post later tonight...

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Almost Threw a Three-Year-Old Style Tantrum Today

Posted June 25, 2008

I enjoy my job 70% of the time. But when it's time for me to "Welcome" or "Greet" I want to shoot myself in the head.

You see when I decided to go work for Apple as a Concierge, I knew my job wouldn't be stimulating but I knew it would be better than interning somewhere and wearing suits and panty hose. I have a degree in Government and I'm headed to law school in less than two months, where exactly would be flexible and fun to work in the summer? Apple.

Why? As a 20 year old college graduate embarking on your last summer as a young adult in Austin, Texas - would you rather work as an intern where (excuse my French) you work as some 50-something's coffee-bringing-bitch all day OR would you rather work with a group of hipster kids all around your same age who party a lot and live life like there's no tomorrow? Hum...that's a tough one.

Yeah, I chose Apple. I work as a Concierge, which is about the lowest of the low at Apple but I don't really care. I am not planning on making retail a career path and honestly, I'm not that full of myself.

What exactly does my job entail? Well, there are three major functions to a Concierge's position at Apple:

1. Greeting/Welcoming - basically everyone that walks through the door I greet with a "Warm Welcome" and then as they are leaving I provide them with a "Fond Farewell". Sounds pretty simple, right? Eh, but the key is really being a human filter. I sift people through my filter and get them where they need to go or hook them up with the person they need to talk to. And there is always that person who just insists that because you were the first person who spoke to them...you must know everything. Ha! Yeah, right.

2. Floater/Etc. - this role includes checking people out and ushering them around while they are in the "Family Room" or "ETC" area. This is probably the easiest position because honestly, this position requires basic knowledge of how to ring out customers, how to find computers that have been repaired and have people sign paperwork, or help people drop off their broken junk for the geniuses to look at in a quick drop. Pretty simple stuff.

3. Operator - this role includes answering the phones and answering the millions of questions that often get thrown at the basic employee. I get asked questions about stock of items, how to install ram, how to fix broken products, where the store is located in Austin, promotions questions and discount questions all day long in this role. When it's slow, this position is ideal because a Concierge can relax and do some training on Apple's employee training website. But it's rarely that slow...

So you're probably thinking, why is the first position so bad? What makes Greeting so awful? Why would you want to shoot yourself in the head? The simple answer: Greeting is the most mind-numbing position in the whole store. All day I repeat the same three phrases: "What brings you in today?" "Can I point you in a direction?" "Welcome to the Apple Store, can I help you find something?" Now imagine 20% of customers who walk through the doors upset demanding immediate assistance. These customers are always upset and usually yell at you when there are no appointments or when you can't fix their iPhone or iPod or Computer right there on the spot. Sometimes they cry, demand to speak to a manager, act like they own Apple, or in general just make you feel like the smallest person on the face of the planet. I really dislike people like this because they make my job miserable. Sometimes when I am speaking to people with this manner, I want to turn around and say to them as they are screaming at me: "I'M A PERSON TOO! TREAT ME LIKE ONE AND MAYBE I'LL TRY TO HELP YOU. OTHERWISE GET OUT OF MY FACE BECAUSE NOBODY CARES!!! EVERYONE HERE IS EQUAL, MAKE AN APPOINTMENT OR WAIT LIKE EVERYONE ELSE!!!" But I don't. I simply tell them to stay where they are standing and then go talk to whomever I need to make sure that that person is helped quickly.

Needless to say, today I thought I was done with my greeter shift, but I came to find out at the end of my day that I had one hour of greeting left to go and I wanted to scream. I wanted to throw my body on the ground and cry. I wanted to walk out of the Apple Store right then and there. Why? Because I despise greeting, but unfortunately I am very good at it. I've come to find that at Apple if you are good at something they make you do it, even if you hate it. And trust me, I hate it. I wanted to go up to my manager and say, "Because you're making me do this, I QUIT!"

But I didn't...I simply complained outloud to my mentor and then greeted...

Yet I cursed myself for holding a degree in Government and graduating Phi Beta Kappa and here I was standing at the door saying the same three phrases over and over listening to some angry customer scream at me about their broken whatever. Thank goodness this is not my career path...Hallelujah Law School!

 

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