Running with Scissors...and making shapes along the way

So this blog has been long overdue. Like a week and a half overdue.

One of my favorite authors is Augusten Burroughs. He wrote "Running with Scissors." Does that ring a bell? He released a new book on Tuesday, April 29th called "A Wolf at the Table" about his lack of relationship with his father. And seriously, who DOESN'T have daddy issues? But I finished the book the next day. Great stuff. I love all of his writing. And I was lucky enough to hear him speak at the Brattle Theatre in Cambridge, MA on Thursday May 2nd. I was literally moved. I brought my husband, who has never read any of his work, and he loved it. He talked a little, read from the new book, then talked a little more and took some questions. The discussion and material were engaging and allowed me to peek a little more into this stranger's life. This is why I love written word. I was also lucky enough to get him to sign 2 of my books AND get a photo with him. I was probably on Cloud 9 for the rest of the week. It's amazing how books or music can make you feel. The artistic form. How you relate to it. What it does for your soul. That was my inspiration to keep going with my New Year's resolution, which is to read 52 books this year, one for every week. I'm one book behind I think, but I'm getting there. There is so much out there and I vow to read it all. You never know if you will like something until you give it a try.

So go read a book. It's good for you.

Mic Check 1,2, 1,2

So I'm definitely new to this Blogger world. Not necessarily to blogging. I have a few blogs on MySpace already, but I'm getting a little tired of the MySpace blogs and just want a place where I can write and express whatever I want, w/o all the other stuff. And so I found myself here!

I feel like in the past year, I've gone through a few life changes. I moved from Miami in May, attended 2 weddings 3 weeks before mine, then I got married in June 2007. Then we drove from Chicago, IL to Portland, ME to stay with a friend's parents while we looked for places to live in Boston. I found a job, we found an apartment, and we moved in August 1. I started a job, found out I didn't like it and left in February 2008. I now work closer to home and love my job, so incidentally, I'm starting not to hate Boston so much.

I also turned 25 in December. I can rent a car. That's about it. 5 years away from 30. I feel like just yesterday I was 17 (yes I was 17 when I left home for college) and was saying goodbye to my mom as she dropped me off in the parking lot of my new home for 4 years. It's strange to feel like you may have grown up a little. It's strange that when we have people over, we use real glasses or real serving utensils instead of the infamous Dixie Cup. So with all these life changes, I felt the need to write about what's different and how it's different. Like how I complain about things I've never complained about before. For example, being in undergrad, you kind of get used to crowds or people not meaning to rub up on you at a game or a club but it happens and you usually scream and throw your hands up in wild fun. NOW, when I ride the T to work and people are crammed into the subway car, I can't stand it and I want to scream and punch someone.

So here it is. My changing life. I know I'm young. But that doesn't mean my life is incredibly boring or uneventful. So I've chosen to share my experiences and I'll try to be as honest as possible. Maybe.........