Here's one to make my friends jealous

So I've recently discovered that I will soon be adding a much-coveted notch to my international traveller's bedpost. Down Under we go!

To rewind a bit for those of you who don't know jack (a great guy, really!), I am a flight attendant with an international charter (can't get free tickets, so don't ask) and have actually been enjoying a week off since beginning this blog. Wait, did that make sense? No, they don't actually allow time off for blogging, it was purely coincidental.

Anyway, I looked up my schedule beginning the 2nd and was tremendously satisfied - I'm going to Okinawa for three days (a southern Japanese island, if you didn't know), then Townsville, Australia (near Queensland) for a day, then Honolulu for a day. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I WILL be able to soon recommence working on my tan now that the weather here in good Charleston has gone inclement.

I've never visited Australia, so though my trip will be brief, I intend to go without sleep and take lots of pictures. If all goes well, you'll see them soon..

Peninsular flooding

So late last night/early this morning a thunderstorm woke me up - and it was so intense that although I didn't open my eyes, I could see the flash of lightning right through my eyelids.

I think all the commotion out there was responsible for my having had a random sex dream last night, somewhat unusual by my dreaming standards.. The interesting part (well, not the ONLY one) was that the other person in my dream just had a blurry face. How convenient of my subconscious to leave it up to my conscious mind to decide whose face gets to go there!! That hidden psyche, it's so thoughtful sometimes.

The only other thing is that my poor cat somehow got out and got rained on. I blame it on the roommates! I let him in and after licking himself dry he's passed out on my bed.

Hmm... I have this urge to be a hermit today, as my driveway's now flooded. I really want to go to some Spoleto event later on...

Well, no, you didn't ask, but..

I thought you might as well know something about me, whoever's reading this, that is, if you don't already (hi mom!).

So anyway.. I live in downtown Charleston, South Carolina in a nice little spot - you can see pelicans flying overhead, hear boat horns in the distance, and smell magnolias, gardenias, and honeysuckle in the breeze. If I had a hammock it'd be damn near perfect. Maybe a mojito, too.

I'm 24, a college grad, currently a flight attendant, live with roommates, love my cat. That's the gist, basically. I have a crazy schedule so I'm typically jet lagged and up at random times while I'm in town.

Kay, now you know everything.

Always a bridesmaid..

A slight exaggeration, as I've only been one once and only plan to be one once in the foreseeable future, but that doesn't mean it's not the beginning of an alarming trend. Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not after you!

Even though the last one was my mom's wedding, which somehow doesn't seem to count because she's not my age, the next one is my (gasp) best friend's wedding! It doesn't hit home any closer to that, folks! Unless it's an ex getting married, which I'll agree isn't pretty.

Nope, this time I have actual responsibility involved. You know, giving toasts, doing lots of ab crunches and not eating pasta till November..which by the way I probably won't actually be able to do. Okay, definitely not. But I'm ready. Umm.. after tonight, cause I'm about to go have a few beers. Blame Alexandrealeigh.

Here's where I explain myself

Okay, so I figured I better explain the title of my blog, which at this point probably no one else has read and so I'm having this conversation with myself, more or less. Holy early-onset schizophrenia, Batman!

I'll just go ahead and admit it right now: I ripped it off of Shakespeare. Hamlet, to be a little more precise. Hamlet's speech to the players meant to expose the sinister plot of his murderous uncle, to be balls-out literary dorky about it.

It begins: "Speak this speech, I pray you, as I pronounced it to you, trippingly on the tongue."

Something about the alliteration of the phrase just sort of appeals to me. You can roll the R with a satisfying degree of success. Try it. You'll see.

And I'm having issues figuring out how to put a link to my friend's blog in the main body of this page as my HTML skills are a little rusty, so here's one for now.

http://www.confessionsofanobody.blogspot.com

Just me and a mule. 

Quarter-life crisis? Me?

My friend Aleigh thought I should start a blog because I have lots of inane crap going on in my head. I was encouraged by the idea of an outlet for sort of mentally cleaning house on a regular basis, so I figured what the hey.

So I'm having a glass of Yellowtail Shiraz-Grenache and contemplating the influx of skinny twenty-year-olds in my household. The farthest I've gotten is: Damnit. Damnit.

My next thought: I better not tell my roommates I'm starting a blog.

At 24, I never thought I'd feel like the 'old' one in a situation. But now in a strange twist of fate, I live with four twenty-year-olds - and people ask me for advice. I think they might look up to me... at least, they ask me to buy booze.

It's freaking Friday night, what are they doing here? I mean, obviously they can't legally drink in public and I imagine that probably puts a damper on their plans. But seriously. They're in college. I want them to go away so I can wallow in my quarter-life crisis a bit.

Oh yes - quarter-life crises, they exist. The relatively stagnant period where you've figured out some general information about yourself, enough to exist in a semi-static state, but are plagued by random wild oats appearing out of nowhere to haunt you and force you to question your decisions. Yikes. Okay, I'm starting to scare myself.

I'm sneaking to the kitchen for another glass of wine.