Dreams

Everybody has a dream. I am no exception. Some girls dream of being a ballerina, or having a pony or having babies. Not me. My dreams were bigger.

I wanted to be a hand model.

A lady at the mall told me I should be one when I was 11, and ever since then I've thought of it as a nice back up plan for life. Aside from my Barcelona back up plan. One can never have too many back up plans.

But, tragically, my hand modeling dreams have been crushed. The side of my pinkie finger was caught in a tragic battle between metal and magnets. Strong magnets that unexpectedly pulled the key chain around my pinkie to them. My pinkie was an innocent bystander.

Now it has a small red dot memorizing where the tragic event took place.

No one will ever hire me now. It may take years for this blemish to dissipate. No one will hire a washed-up, would-be, hand model then.

I have no dreams.

I wish...

I think it's fair to say that I wish I looked like Hiedi Klum.

I just wish my name wouldn't be Hiedi.

Apologies

I'm sorry everyone. I hadn't realized it was almost 2 weeks since I last updated. But at this moment I'm a little busy and have few creative ideas. But, I can promise that in 2 weeks I will have more time- substantially more time.

That's because on Friday, I quit my job. Rather, I put in my 2 weeks notice. I feel so free and happy. I'm just going to miss my discount. But I am going to love having those 40 hours a week back.

I could go swimming. I haven't worn a bathing suit in around 3 years... maybe 2- but only because 3 sounds rather extreme. I'm just too insecure in my bathing suit to go prancing around with all those other, tanner girls prancing around doing their tan girl thing.

Maybe I could go rollerskating. I was once a pro on my rollerblades. I would win the speed races. "Kali the Athlete!" they would all chant. Alright, maybe that last part wasn't true, but the other was. My only problem was that I couldn't stop. I just ran into things, and once a boy who had fallen in front of me. I bruised his bones. I was intense.

I could also go mountain climbing. That would be out of my zone of activity. I can totally see myself climbing Mt. Everest- without oxygen. Again, I am intense. My little pale self.

Basically, I'm going to have a lot more free time to write witty banter on a regular basis. Pinkie swear.

The One Where Kali Expands

Hello dear readers! So nice to see you again. I hope you've been well since our last chat. I'm hoping more that one of you happened upon my ipod. Just drop it on in the mail. I'll send you a little appreciation gift or something.

Anyways, school began again today. I really love the part of getting a first day of school outfit and getting my nails ready. Coiffing my hair just so. It's a fun ritual. One that I won't miss after this semester.

Interestingly enough the two classes I had the pleasure of attending both require a blog. One will be a professional, my thoughts on communication thoughts, and the other will be an analysis on hip-hop.** I'm all good with the first, it's simply the latter that has my head in a blender. That's fun imagery-no? I don't listen to hip-hop. I'm not sure how I ended up in an African-American Literary class with a focus on hip-hop. My big foray into hip-hop is Sir Mix A Lot. Not too sure, but I don't think that counts. So, I'm thinking my edge is going to be the hip-hop fashion world- and how I don't understand it. Therefore, I will try to assimilate what little I do know and juxtapose that with the rock subcultures such as Grunge, and Punk- and compare their fashion sense. Anyone have a better idea? Or an idea off of this... cause this is all I have. I'm kinda freaking out. We listened to Kanye West today and I was basically the only one who wasn't all "omg! this is so on my ipod!"

Which brings us back to my ipod. Look, I'll put some Kanye on ya if that's what you were missing! And if the person who may be holding my ipod hostage will return it, I'll buy them a Kanye CD. Or some cool hip-hop Adidas (learned that they were part of the culture back in the '80's). I am so on the in. Word to ya brother.

I even sound white when I write all gangsta like.

**I also need names for these new blogs. I'm thinking for my PR blog on communication and what not a play on Marilyn Manson's "Personal Jesus." Therefor it would be "Personal Kali." But I don't think I like that- but I can't think of anything blithey or glib... right now. So, any ideas would be appreciated. And as for the hip-hop blog... I only know the phrases "hip-hop you don't stop" and "mama said knock you out." HELP!

Peace Out.

Well, my Ipod has not returned himself to me. The jerk. I'm moving on in my life like it never happened. I was definitely not shunned by my Ipod. No. Not me. Maybe the creepy girl next door, or the annoying girl in my French class who I would totally eat first in a deserted island situation, but not me.
So, I have had to revamp my big purchase list. It now reads like:
1. Ipod
2. Car stereo with Ipod adapter
3. GPS for my car

If anyone is thinking about what to buy me for a late birthday present... here are a few suggestions.

This is the point in my blog where I would like to invite Apple to comp me my seventh Ipod. Not even kidding. My Ipod history goes a little something like this:
1. Mom looses during a move from Harding to home.
2. Gets sick and dies after my trip to Greece.
3. A bad apple. He didn't live very long.
4. Another bad apple. Apparently they have worked out these "kinks."
5. He got jealous of my relationship with my chai and decided to end his life by jumping in said chai.
6. Ran away after possible neglect and abuse. Not really abuse but maybe I wasn't as kind as I could have been. I think this one was jealous of my cat.

So, Apple? What do you say? If you buy my Ipod I will totally buy a mac next time I buy a computer. Think about it.

Dear Ipod

Please come back to me. I love you. I'll start to put you in your little clue protective sock all the time. I won't leave you in sun ever again. And I'll take off my Broadway playlist if it makes you uncomfortable amongst your friends.

Just come back to me.

The One Where Kali Has A Thought

So, I work for BCBG, right? Well, I just got transferred to the Vista Ridge mall. The last two (2) days I have arrived at work at 7 a.m. to help open this new store. Today was the first official day. Madness.
We had a manager. But due to personal circumstances, she quit- today. Our first day. After being at work for barely over an hour.
So, this is where I begin to think. Maybe I could swing being the manager. It's A LOT of work. This is normally an out of college job. Definitely full time...
...and I'm taking 15 hours next semester.

Am I crazy? It's a great paying job (for me). And another manager from another store suggested me for the position- and surprisingly the District Manager didn't say no. She didn't say yes, but she did say that she wanted to meet with me asap. If for nothing else than for the assistant manager position.

But that's not what I want. As some of you may know, I just got another job (part-time) that pays almost $20 an hour. This makes things interesting- because it is simply a sales job. Not a manager.

Keep in mind- I'm a full time student.

So, am I crazy?