5/26/2010

Let me preface this by saying that I have slept 7 out of the past 48 hours, by choice.

Life surprises me in the best and worst ways; prior to Monday, the past two weeks involved me sinking into a deep state of depression, which reached its apex Sunday. I realized that good things didn't just happen, and it was childish of me to expect my life to suddenly improve without me putting forth any effort.

Monday, I began a new routine of waking up at 8:45am every day, despite my complete lack of obligations at present. Peculiar, especially for a girl who is accustomed to sleeping in until 2 and generally considered waking up at 11 as "getting up early". Instead of laying on my futon wearing last night's makeup and my bathrobe, I have been doing absolutely everything in my power to keep busy: applying to jobs, going on dates, running errands, and the like.

Tuesday, I became a lot closer with friends that live in my building, and have essentially spent the past 24 hours with them.

Wednesday: Woke up at 9:30, went to the park with Dylan, came home and made water balloons out of the condoms my mom sent me (a box of 40, which I received in December and remained unopened until this day). We then decided that we could bypass the obvious lubey hand situation by purchasing normal balloons. Spent another hour throwing water balloons out of my windows, which eventually developed into target practice (hitting windows, air conditioners, etc)... I have to admit my aim improved significantly. Given the 95 degree weather, the pissed off neighbors, and the huge puddles of water all over my apartment, we decided to take it outside. We carried two bags full of water balloons, and took turns throwing them at each other. Then walked around soaking wet, looking for more ways to douse ourselves.


Condom wrappers from condom balloons. Why my mother sent me so many is beyond me, especially considering I've been single for nearly 2 years.

Honestly, I have never had so much fun for 2 dollars in my entire life. I forgot how great it is to just do nothing. Suffice to say, all of our inner children got the better of us today.

On a more mature note, I received two different emails today. The first was from a clothing store I applied to, asking me to interview for my dream job (at the moment), which is obviously selling shoes. My good friend recommended me for an internship (THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU) with an artist who was commissioned to create a work in Times Sq. I looked at her work and absolutely loved it. The internship would totally round out my resume, in addition to making my summer all the more enjoyable.

The artist I would be interning for is named Molly Dilworth. I really like her work.

I told myself I would have an amazing summer. And hopefully, if all goes well this week, I am off to a great start.