harder than it looks

That's what he said. hahahah

I was thinking about actually starting up a blog, like a real one, not one that I start when I'm drunk or weepy or self indulgent. Like, a REAL one. I thought I'd erase everything I've written before and make a new blog name and be creative and cute and smart. But, it's harder than it looks, people! Everything good and funny is taken and I'm stuck with something completely asstastic.

It doesn't help that all I can think about when I was thinking of blog names, in addition to thinking about my split ends, was how I felt like a total dickwad making up something so irreverant. It was like being on Match.com. Have you ever trolled Match? It is so super duper depressing. Every now and then, I like to secretly check Match.com to see if anyone I know is on there. Every now and then I'll find a gem, but most of the time it's a bunch of strangers, but it's so sad that I just want to cry. Everyone has these names like "single again" and "back in the saddle" and "third time's a charm" and I just can't handle it.

So, here's what y'all get. I think I've randomly posted a couple things on here already, I made up this name at some point in my past and well, I'm stuck with it. I promise it'll get better.

Droid does

Aaaahhhh..... I have been seeing so many friends with iPhones rubbing the Hipstamatic app in my face, posting these insane photos on Facebook for me to literally drool over. These old time style photos (think 1960s) have rocked my world. However, with an Android (which I also refer to as my boyfriend, since I love it so much) I don't seem to have access to this amazingness.

Enter FxCamera. A super duper cool app for the Droid that is starting to seriously make me a believer. Cannot wait to try this app out and to share my photos from it. I refuse to live in the 21st century - I want my photos to be mid 20th century or nothing.

That is all.

Unexpectedly related

A couple weeks ago, I took a typical trip to the library. I love love love the library. It just makes me so incredibly happy to be surrounded by so many books, so much information. I have a list pages and pages long of books I want to read, and it seems I rarely make a dent in that list, because I continually add to my reading pile with books that just catch my eye, for one reason or another.

I usually go to the library for a particular book. Sometimes it's a particular title, or particular author, genre or topic. From there, I proceed to fill up my canvas bag with books on all topics, not really paying too much attention to what I'm grabbing. Sometimes I'm attracted to the picture on the cover, sometimes I recognize the title as something I had seen a review on, sometimes, I just like the font or graphics of the binding.

Anyways, one of the books I randomly grabbed was, "Love or Something Like It" by Deirdre Shaw. It was on the new releases shelf, and I can't really say why I chose this book. I try to stay away from too much chick-lit, as it's often so predictable. But something made me shove that book into my bag.

It took me a couple weeks to get to this book, and once I opened it, I have to say I had a difficult time putting it down. I could completely relate to the character, Lacey. After a disappointing end to her 20s, with a failed marriage and a fairly dead end job, she has life experiences that really mirror some that I have had, and the words written on the page put into writing some things that I haven't been able to articulate. I am just wowed by how I've been able to see myself and my own personal struggles in this character.

It's kind of like hearing the sad love songs. Specifically, hearing the songs about heartwrenching break up. You just know that someone had to go through something horrible to be able to put those feelings into words, set them to music. It makes you feel not so alone knowing that someone else out there has possibly had it worse off than you have. These days, it seems like everyone is so happy, happy, joy, joy. They have the happiest lives, the most fantastic husbands, the highest paying jobs, the smartest most beautiful children, the awesomest relationships with their parents and siblings, just the best of the best of the best. And it's impossible for me to not feel like I missed that day in school where they taught us how to have this perfect lifestyle. Maybe everyone's not as perfect as they let on, and it's just really refreshing to read a book, even if it's fiction, that resonates with exactly what I'm struggling with.