Poker Face.

I'm here. Usual spot in the library, usual time.

There are things I wish I could SCREAM right now..But I'm in a library, so I'll refrain.

Well, I haven't been talking about my job interview on Friday because I get mortified even thinking about it. I am pretty sure I annihilated any chance I had of getting a job there. I had this fright that I have never had before during an interview. That is all I will say about it. Bye (probably), dream job.

I've been driving Jackson's car; I don't think many people know that that is my means of transportation. I drive a Toyota Tacoma. My mom would be so proud; her daughter is now a truckin' girl. This is my keychain.

A cat and a library card on my keychain. I think this is an accurate depiction of my life. Up for interpretation.

Parks and Recreation is back on TV. I have become so addicted to television shows: Parks and Rec, New Girl, Modern Family, Drop Dead Diva, Weeds..... This is unhealthy, but it is SO fun. I am getting old.

If you want to laugh for 30 seconds... Click here. I love Amy Poehler.

On a completely unrelated note, I think this quote is quite lovely.

“You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’ You must do the thing you think you cannot do.”

—	Eleanor Roosevelt (You Learn By Living)

(Now that I think about it...I can relate this to my terrible, awful, horrible interview situation..)

Talents.

Currently listening to --

'Motorcycle Drive By' - Third Eye Blind.

From this blog, "Stuff No One Told Me....but I learned anyway"

I have this special talent. It's actually not hidden; My old roommate was well aware of it and hated it. Here it is: I am SO good at ignoring alarms. I am absolutely amazing at pressing the snooze button and only being vaguely aware of doing it half the time. I am also especially talented at sleeping for at least 11 hours a day.

My brother thinks I'm very talented at Tiny Towers. It's an app on the iPhone...Let's just say, well, I agree with him. I am the QUEEN of spare time.

I personally think I'm pretty talented at reading. I'm reading 'Mistborn' by Brandon Sanderson right now. My long lost friend from Maryland that I met in summer camp 9 years ago who is obsessed with fantasy told me to read it. I was hesitant; isn't fantasy for nerds? Oh wait, I forgot for a second that I AM one! It is so good. I would suggest it for beginner fantasy readers like me. You'll want more. And more.

Hm..I tried In N' Out for the second time today. While eating it, I realized maybe in the past I was being too critical-- Maybe the West Coasters are right, gosh this is pretty good. 10 minutes later, my body told me no, it is not good. Never will I eat In N' Out again. Hours later, my stomach is still hurting, I'm feeling dehydrated, my head hurts, and I am tired. My body is really picky on what food it likes. However, I am not. My body hates me. We do not get along. Thank you, body for forcing me to make lists of restaurants/fast food places I can and cannot eat at. It also affects my friends and family when they are with me. Good. A couple on the list (thank GOODNESS McDonald's is miraculously NOT on the list):

1) Shake Shack -- so depressing.

2) A & W.

3) Qdoba

4)Chipotle

5) Simon's (or any Japanese Steakhouse)-- and I love that food.

The list goes on....

I spend the majority of my weekdays at the library. *A little girl is log rolling across the library floor right now. It looks like she is convulsing. But, she just got up. Oh wait, she's down again....* this is my life. On repeat. Throw some screaming babies in there, and you can easily picture my library experiences. If your kid is crying, wouldn't you walk out of the general area that is supposed to be quiet? Ya know, cradle them, soothe them, walk them in the hallways until they calm down? But no....This is not real life. This is a dream world. On a brighter note, I got complimented by my 'next seat neighbor' that I am the fastest typer he has ever seen in his life.

Why, thank you. Thank you very much.

miss.

I miss H&M.

I miss having everything within walking distance.

I miss having a McDonald's around the corner, along with any other place I could ever DREAM of to eat (why is McDonald's always the first thing I think of?

I miss public transportation. That or having my own car would be nice.

I miss having drawers to use.

I miss my family.

I miss being around a culture that I am familiar with.

At the same time, I miss being around an array of cultures.

I miss having a job.

I miss my coworkers (most of them).

I miss being a nurse full time.

I miss the concrete jungle of New York...

And I miss the green and beauty of Upstate New York.

I miss familiarity...Having a sense of direction, knowing where I am going.

I will give it time. It will take getting used to. I have to try to be positive...But right now, it's just not happening.

Thus, this ends the negative nancy post.

I just am missing a lot today.

Library fun.

Well, here I am. Utah.

To be specific, currently at the Provo City Library. This is seriously the only place I know how to get to besides Jackson's place of work. Why must Utah roads be so confusing to an easterner like me?

Help, I'm surrounded by mountains! First, a side view...Last, a picture of Jackson's backside..I mean, the view across the street from the place I am staying at.

My little baby Kindle's screen stopped working mid plane ride. I almost lost it right there. Actually I did...I was homesick, sad, and clutching my pillow pet (the mini ones make for an AWESOME travel pillow). I looked like such a child.

My Lady Bug Pillow Pet!!!!! 4 years old.

But thankfully, Amazon is amazing and after an extremely short and pleasant phone call, I had a free replacement sent to me immediately. So, no bad words for Amazon OR Kindles. However, I did cheat and buy a few books at Barnes and Noble...That place, the smell, the way I could spend hours there....Ahh.

I've applied to about 4 trillion jobs and have gotten no bites. Great. I am not losing hope yet...But still. Agh, it's already been a week and I feel as if I am starting to get sick of this nothingness.

This is a public PLEA. If you are in the Salt Lake/Provo area, please help me get a nursing job. I'm a good nurse, I swear. I am desperate. Call anyone you know.

I'm Movin' Out.

Funny how quite a few of my blog post titles happen to be from Billy Joel masterpieces. That or Ben Folds (see most recent, 'Rockin' the Suburbs'). Thanks Mr. Joel and Mr. Folds. /end tangent.

Upon observation of the picture above, you can see that packing has now officially commenced. No, this mess is not due to Hurricane Irene or Lee. Although TRUE story: My brother's first day of 11th grade started out with a two hour delay because of crazy flooding here. LUCKYYY (Matt and I have been watching too much Napoleon Dynamite lately). I figured today is as good of a day as any to start packing.....2 days before. Procrastination at it's absolute finest.

Packing can be a lot of fun whilst web-camming with a lovely boyfriend. He probably learned some things about me he didn't want to know. Like, maybe I smell my clothes to check if they're clean. Does anyone else do this? Oh, the things he is in for.....

On a serious note, please keep Hershey, PA and the surrounding areas in your prayers. I spent the majority of 2 years there (2008-2010). There is massive flooding...Along with areas around where I live as well, but Hershey/Harrisburg has it bad. This is the entrance of Hershey Park. It's only supposed to get worse.

On a cooler note,

Just check this hotness out. I used to be such a babe. Yes, those are custom-made scrubs that have musical notes on them because I played piano. Yes, those are owl glasses. Yes, I went to work with my dad and saw brain surgery that day. #Destined2BeaNurse4e.

:)

Untitled for now.

Excuse my blog. I try to design it and be creative...Instant fail. I tried! I give up! So frustrating. I'm leaving anything web-related up to Jackson. I'm a nerd in different ways...Reading, anything health-related, and an app on my phone called Tiny Towers. That's it.

What have I been doing since I've been home/unemployed?

Sleeping in until 12 or 1pm everyday.

And I get to sleep next to this guy every night...I have to wake him up when I do; He's lazy too. He has about half my bed and his own pillow to sleep on. What a baby.

Going bowling with my sister, brother, and mom and getting the lowest score each round. In my world, the lower the better.

Can you guess which score is mine? ...Hoping that you don't catch on that my name is the only one starting with an A, and that you can't read the number 33.

Being a "Lake Bum" (as Jackson lovingly refers to me as)...I can't help it. I'm in love with lakes, boats and doing nothing!

And apparently I'm easy to make friends with. Especially little kid friends. My brother thought this was really funny.

Driving occasionally. Dropping off my brother to his girlfriend's, (he is nice enough to let me 'borrow' my old car..), Wal Mart, late night Taco Bell runs, etc.

Evidence that my brother is nice enough to leave me notes at 12pm (I was sleeping) to let me know he is taking the car. And he still says Love you....The best 16-going-on-17 year old brother ever.

I just got done uploading so many amazing pictures from my summer/NYC that I haven't gotten to share yet. This will happen soon. Maybe I should start packing. Official fly-out date: Saturday, September 10th. Yep, that's in 4 days. I better get started.

Rockin' The Suburbs.

If this isn't suburbia, I don't know what is.

Right now, I'm sitting on a lawn chair on my dad's deck. It's sunny, Taz is playing in the yard...So relaxing.

I'm listening to The Civil Wars right now. If you haven't heard them, check them out. Their music is mellow/intense/haunting/beautiful. I seldom buy albums online, but this was $6 well spent. They vaguely remind me of the Damien Rice/Lisa Hannigan duo.

My last day of work was bittersweet. It ended up being on Sunday, the day of the apocalyptic hurricane Irene that was not apocalyptic at all minus the fact that every single business was closed for the hurricane. Manhattan was like a ghost town, I had never seen it like that before. It took me 15 minutes to get a cab to work on a silent Sunday. I ended up sharing a cab with a guy who thought it was necessary to play his slow jams on his cell phone for everyone to hear. I'm just thankful I got a taxi and made it on time to work, and for the free breakfast that awaited me. I love getting food for free. It was such a relaxing last day of work. It was the funniest thing though, seeing everyone who had spent the whole weekend there. I called it the Lenox Hill slumber party. At around 4pm, the night shifters were walking around in their pajamas (some oddly mismatched). I feel like I got to know them by what they chose to wear as their PJs. It was hilarious. Robes, cartoon PJ pants, oh the list goes on. It was so cute, too -- The girls made a hospital room into their own 'bedroom'. They slept on the hospital beds, 3 beds to a room. It was oddly home-y looking.

I will really miss everyone. I got to go out to dinner after with some of the "young" girls from work, and it was a really nice way to leave. As awkward as I felt first starting work there, I really got to know and love a lot of my coworkers. Most of them were so helpful.

I no longer live in Zoo 210 (our loving nickname for the apartment building), THANK GOODNESS. Jackson came for the weekend -- I thanked my lucky stars that his flight got cancelled on Sunday night because he ended up staying until Tuesday, the day that I officially moved out. How lucky I am that he wasn't afraid to get on his hands and knees and clean that place. I swore that if I had to clean up mice droppings I would puke. He cleaned everything. He's a keeper for sure.

This was our Hurricane gear: Garbage bag outfits that we designed ourselves. We had to get creative since I had no umbrella. They break so easily, I can never get myself to buy them.

One last song -- I can't help myself.