Thursday, May 6, 2010

Relationships

I think I wrote in one of these earlier posts that going to college and joining a sorority is like having your future friends handed to you. Being in a network of 120 girls also has other social perks. There is never a day/weekend where there isn’t something fun you can go to or participate in.

Similarly, boys are easy to come by. They’re everywhere, they’re dying to meet girls, and it’s convenient to hang out with them 24/7admist friends, social events, parties, date functions, class, Aggieville, ect.

You automatically have something in common with these people, whether it be mutual friends, a favorite bar, a difficult class, an organization, the awful food in your sorority, or the most obvious one: the same college.

To sum it up in short terms, in both high school and especially college relationships are easy to form and maintain.

After almost completing a year post-grad I’ve learned that relationships with those you care about take more effort than they did in college.

So here's list of what i've learned. Enjoy!

Proximity: Isn’t there. Because Aggieville isn’t a stumble away from your home anymore. You can’t turn the corner and walk into the room of your five best friends. You can’t stop at your boyfriend’s house on the walk home from class. If you want to see those people you have to make the effort to see them. Sometimes miles of distance make talking the only plausible form of communication.
(Why else would my g-chat, texting, face book chat and BBM skills be as finely tuned as they are? …)

Convenience: disappears. Hanging out with one person you’d like to spend time with might mean “tagging along” with a bunch of people you don’t know.
Example: being with a bunch of people from a rival school who think they’re better than any breed of K-Stater (this may or may not be referring to my KU boyfriend) OK so I was completely exaggerating just had to throw that one in here.
But for the record, it makes a great example. Before we had mutual friends I would suffer the anti-K-State banter alone. Now that our friends know each other and get along we can all go places together. But it took a couple months of effort (and a lighter attitude about the college jokes) for it to reach that stage.

Communication: Becomes extremely important. Because everybody is at completely different stages of their lives pursuing completely different goals I’ve learned that now more than ever is the time where it becomes necessary to communicate effectively.
A completely hypothetical example: as a person working from 9-5 you might not understand why your roomie can’t talk to you when you come home and want to be social. Your happy hour time equals their study time. Without this understanding, resentment thrives, and the next thing you know, you aren’t talking to each other and you both don’t know why. Without the endless distractions you used to have in college these tiny misunderstanding can turn big. Because each person’s lifestyle is now starkly different from the next, sometimes it becomes necessary to explain where you’re coming to prevent somebody from taking things personally.

Options: Aren't always there and available. Sometimes there won't be plans for a Friday or Saturday night, and you might have to *gasp* make them!
Which brings me to my next:

Creativity: keeps relationships from going stale.It gets easy to fall into a routine but with any type of relationships switching it up keeps it alive. The two best matched people in the world could get bored with each other if they did the exact same thing all the time.

Find commonalities.
A perfect example: I never get to spend time with my roommate who’s in nursing school but we both joined the same fitness club and now we get to go to work out class together. (Although this might be more accurately described as “trauma-bonding” because we can relate to each other’s daily aching muscles)

Make daily effort: Even though you don't always feel like catering to somebody else. I’ve learned it’s important to keep the effort going on both ends. A “good morning” from a roommate or an extra hug, kiss or kind word from a boyfriend can make a huge difference in my day.

Self-fulfillment: Because if you aren’t happy with yourself, you won’t fully be able to give to somebody else. You’ll either a) take your problems out on them or b) depend on them for your happiness; both of which aren’t fair. That’s why a little alone time to take care of yourself/make yourself happy never hurt anybody.

Money: becomes more of a necessity. Sometimes it takes a full tank of gas or a plane ride to see a friend. Suddenly you watch your wallet empty as you realize that more often than not, spending time with friends or a boyfriend in KC requires some more cash expenditure.

Time: Flies out the window and the next thing you know you’ve had none to yourself. Sometimes I realize it’s been a week since I’ve worked out, grocery shopped, or done any laundry. Trying to maintain friends and/or relationships on top of a full-time job will do that to you. But it's also necessary to sometimes make sacrifices to your daily schedule. You can't have your cake and eat it, too.

Speaking of time, an hour of my work day has just flown out the window and if my supervisor asks what I’ve done it wouldn’t be wise to have nothing to show for myself. So I’m out of here. Sorry to end so abruptly hope you enjoyed reading!

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

HoLy Cow!

AKA it’s been entirely too long since I’ve updated this thing. Either I’ve suffered from a multi-month bout of writer’s block, or I was just hibernating for the winter season. The 76 degree temperatures and sunshine filled evenings made their entrance back into my life thus and restored my resting energy.

So get excited for my completely nonsensical ramblings again.

To start off, a short, sweet to-the-point bullet point synopsis of the past 4 months in a nutshell:

-I am currently wrapping up my grad school applications for a Masters in Health Services Administration. My first choice is KU Med and I will be finding out after next week whether or not my application scored an interview. As a PR major in a sea full of applicants with medical background I feel like I’m a fish swimming against a current. But I have been accepted to UMKC so it’s nice to have a fallback.

-I just returned from my first business trip to Western Kansas. It was insightful and enlightening. I gained more appreciation for my company as a whole. I learned that what I’ve seen of my company thus far has only been the tip of the ice berg. Whereas I used to view my job as temporary sustenance til I found the next best thing I now see it as holding a myriad of opportunities. You know how you go to those conferences for sororities or for organizations you were involved in with college, and you come back with a renewed spirit? That’s how I feel right now. I’m hoping this lasts; it makes the workday alarmingly bearable (have any of you noticed my absence on face book chat lately? I’m pretty proud of it…)

-Now to combine the first two bullet points.. I’m swaying back and forth between going to school full time to finish in 2 years or to work and do school to finish in 4.

-I have a boyfriend, and we’ve almost been dating 5 months. WOW. What happened. Not where I saw myself at this point in time but that’s the way things happen sometimes.

-I recently signed a lease to live another yar with my current roomies. Has it really already been a year since I’ve moved in?

-I’ve started volunteering at North KC Hospital with cancer patients. Not quite as happy as I thought it would be. I’ve learned to never take anything for granted, however.

-Milo has been to H-E double hockey sticks and back, and I’ve watched a month’s salary disappear before my very eyes to save him. I might end up writing a whole entry about this one later if I feel like it, but moral of the story is, I saved his life with 1/12 of my salary.

-I’m so so happy it’s Spring!

And that’s about all I have time for currently. I’m kinda excited to go back and read what I’ve been missing out on, looks like I’ve got about 7 hours worth of blog –stalking I have to do for all of you

Til next time,

~Julie

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Thanksgiving

In honor of Thanksgiving :

What I’m thankful for.

My amazing friends. You know those girls who snag the man of their dreams? Whose faces just glow and their eyes sparkle while they say : “I don’t know how I got so lucky” ? Well that’s honestly how I feel about my friends.
My job. OK, so I complain sometimes but now that I’m busy I’m enjoying it! Plus I’m just glad I have one. Because if I didn’t I’d still have a midnight curfew. Haha. But in all seriousness with an income I’ve been able to establish more independence than I’ve ever had before in my life; it’s very liberating.
Milo. It’s impossible to verbalize how the daily presence of an innocent creature adds happiness to your life, but it does. It’s non-stop entertainment.
My roommates. We’re all so different from each other. We’ve got the free spirit/hippie, the conservative organized one, and then me, who I guess is smack-dab in the middle of that somewhere. But we have yet to get sick of each other and have all agreed it will probably never happen. We are “those girls” who annoy people because we live with each other but hang out mostly with each other even in a room full of 50 people and laugh at things nobody else would think is funny. Plus I’ve never met girls who like eating as much as I do.
My apartment. Because it’s such a positive environment, I feel like regardless of life circumstances I’m always happy while I’m there. No matter how stressful the day or night walking into the front door of my apartment is like breathing a sigh of relief.

And now for the smaller, less important but fun stuff:

Hen House lunch menu: Seriously, where else can you get fresh soup or salad for under $5? If you’re looking for healthy, fresh and cheap this is the place to go. It’s saved me many dollars and a pounds.
My gym: Which, is actually, to clarify, a community center in Mission. It’s a big cedar lodge complete with every workout machine you can imagine, a pool, hot tub, water slide, lazy river and a hot tub and sauna (which I use every day to relieve any post-workout knots.) Not only is it a fun family-oriented environment but it’s $25 a month. Can you believe that? Neither can I . . .
Caffeine: because without this little invention I have no clue how I would get through my workdays.
Quick Trip: If you can ignore the crowded parking lot and the interesting characters that frequent its facilities this place is genius. There’s no way to make a faster or cheaper food or gas run, complete with a friendly staff that says “See you later!” each time you leave. I’m lucky enough to have Quick trips near my apartment and my workplace.
Quick Trip Kitchens: This deserves its own category. If you haven’t had a Quick Trip donut you haven’t lived. The advertisements about fresh food aren’t lying; my roomies and I had the privilege of trying fresh warm donuts straight from the Quick Trip Kitchens truck as it was unloading one lucky Saturday night at 3am. Our taxi driver was extremely impressed.
The plaza lights: The plaza is one of my favorite places in Kansas City and this added perk will just make it ten times better.
My free time: I’ve learned to cherish the fact that work stays at work and then I have every afternoon and weekend to do whatever I want. The accounting class I have to take next semester is looming over my head like a giant thundercloud because it will put an end to this relaxing freedom.
Shark Bar: is the shiznit. I’m not the biggest fan of Power and Light or its many obnoxious regulars but I haven’t had a bad night at Shark Bar yet. If you are looking for a place that plays tasteful (read: 80s and 90s) music that you can dance to and just have a blast this is your place.
Blue Bunny family-sized ice cream buckets: If you like this delicious dairy delight as much as I do there’s no better way to save money. If you have room in your freezer, that is.
Satellite radio: It’s like Christmas for compulsive channel changers like myself. 115 stations with everything from hip hop to show tunes to add onto the AM/FM stations I’ve already got programmed into my car. The catch? My free subscription expires December 1st. FML. I’ve already started burning some CDs to make this transition a little easier.
TV shows: I’m sure any of you working folk can relate to this one. When nothing too exciting is happening in your life, no happy hours are scheduled and your two roomies are being study bugs sometimes having a TV show to look forward to in the evenings can be the highlight of your day. My all-time favorite is Grey’s.
Mission, KS: It’s close to everything. By this I mean it’s an 8 minute hop to either downtown, Brookside, Westport, the plaza, my work, and KU med (which I will hopefully go to next year) . But it’s far enough away to be safe. I also mean this in a second sense, as in from my apartment it’s about 2 minutes to the grocery store, gas station, post office, gym, hair salon, every fast food place, ect. I could literally walk anywhere if I wanted to.
Lunch breaks: I look forward to them every day. And I’m going to leave because I’m about to go take mine now.

That’s it for my random ramblings of the day; hope everybody has a great Turkey Day!

Friday, November 20, 2009

Nerd Alert.

Right smack-dab in the middle of my whirlwind of a busy work week I had a startling realization about myself: Writing is more than my hobby, it’s my stress outlet.

I didn’t fully realize this until work started getting busy. The more stressful the day the more my fingers crave to fly on the keyboard. Mind you, not even to ventilate about work, just to write. Whether it be about general ideas/lessons/realizations relevant to concurrent situations in my life or topics as pointless and unexciting as “fortune cookies” (see entry below).
Nerdy? Maybe a little bit.

Why writing?

It challenges me to see the “bigger picture”.
Because I’m strongly averse to revealing my life details to the entire cyber world, I’m forced to think about my situations as lessons, ideas, realizations and generalizations that I wouldn’t mind the public seeing. In the process I end up learning my own lessons.

It gives me an outlet.
Pardon my language, but I’m fully aware of the fact that half the things I write about on here, nobody gives a shit about. My brain works about ten miles per minute and I have to have somewhere to put my pensive musings about life. Better on here than talking somebody’s ears off.

It’s forces me to be creative instead of complain.
For example: I would love to rant about my job I know that’s a huge no no. Using Face book to metaphorically describe how most newly-employed grads are just as bored at their jobs as I am I is a much more socially acceptable, job-saving, non-whiney way to portray this.

Which brings me to my next favorite hobby: Reading great writing. Especially writing that uses humor to describe everyday aspects of life. Writing that candidly puts it all out there on the table. We all are thinking it, but that person has the balls to actually say something about it. It’s refreshing, relatable, funny and usually true.

tickledbylife.com is one of them.
Stuffwhitepeoplelike.com (honestly, the person who wrote this is brilliant)

2 examples to check out on a rainy or boring day!

Til next time!

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Fortune Cookies.

I used to be the girl who chucked my fortune cookies straight into the trashcan, or handed them off to a willing friend. Fact of the matter is, I didn’t like the taste of the unique wafers nor did I believe a word on the flimsy pieces of Panda Express paper.

Now reading fortune cookies brings a little highlight to my workday. Granted I don’t get Chinese food very often but when I do it’s an added perk. In fact, I have a section in my desk drawer where I save them all.

Todays: “Be Daring. Try Something New.”

I am going out tonight. So we’ll see what happens!

OK I’m kidding a little bit. Honestly, I think what I get most out of fortune cookies are just little one-liners of inspiration for the day. Think about it. Who gets a debby-downer fortune cookie? If they started making those then that would defeat the purpose and piss people off.

This brings me to my next newest addiction: Horoscopes. This was an initial hard-sell for me. My roommate and friends would start sending me forwards of my daily horoscopes and I honestly wouldn't even look at them. Until work got really, really boring. Like I said, it's amazing what you'll find yourself doing with 40 spare hours in a cubicle (although it's definitely no longer like that).

Then I realized how strikingly relevant the horoscopes were to my life. Do I plan my life according to what my celestial forecast has to say? Heck no. But I do subscribe to a daily horoscope e-mail sent to my phone. Because sometimes it's fun to see how a horoscope's words of wisdom align with my daily life. I'd be interested to hear who does the same.

I swear the longer I'm in the "real world" the more easily-amused I become.

Friday, November 13, 2009

College.

Ironic: I don’t think I understood the full impact of college until I got out of it.

The realization actually hit me at 2:30 am this past Friday morning when I was in town for the KU/ K-State game.

I was snuggled up on a friend’s loveseat, thrilled about the fact that scoring a couch meant a less exhaustion for following day’s tailgating shenanigans. I was just about to slip off into a slumber when the banging began. Then the laughing. The doorbell. It sounded like there were people outside trying their hardest to get in. I say trying their hardest because it took them about 20 tries to punch in the proper door code. I’m pretty sure somebody actually fell down trying.
I held my breath.

Please don’t get it. Please forget. Please just pass out on the doorstep. Go next door!

Dangit. Apparently their intoxication levels weren’t high enough to completely prevent entrance. As feet came thundering in I heard the words I was dreading the entire time:
“AFTER HOURS!”



You’ve GOT to be kidding me.

The tailgating begins at 8 am tomorrow morning and you want to do after hours!?
Even better: I managed to have staked my claim on the couch directly above the sub system downstairs. I may as well have just partaken in the festivities myself.

Instead I settled for listening to the intense conversation taking place on the top of the stairs. At first the banter was harmless but my ears perked up at this:
“Stoooooop!” I heard a whiney mouse-like voice say.
“Why should I ?” I heard a guy say, forcing his voice to drip with a deep (and if I do say so myself, failed) sexiness.
At this point curiosity killed me and I craned my neck to size this guy up.
Skinny, spiked hair, collared shirt, sunglasses (??REALLY?) , crocodile on the left breast pocket. Yep . Most likely a sophomore frat boy.
“Because!” the girl cooed, trying her hardest to stand up straight, “I have a boyfriend!”
And that’s where my eavesdropping stopped.
“EXCUSE ME!” I intervened. The girl seemed so startled she about took a straight tumble down the stairs. “Does one of you live here??”
“Yeah I do.” The guy said.
“How old are you??”
“A sophomore”. (a HA! I was right).

** Side note: why freshmen and sophomores who can’t even go to Aggieville need “after hours” is beyond me. If you guys can figure that one out, let me know.**

“Well just to let you know there are about 4 of us sleeping up here. We’re friends with your older roommates.”
That’s about all I said. As long as that chick didn’t cheat on her boyfriend I didn’t care much. After all, it is college. Let them have their fun.

One hour later, the sub music ceased.

Two hours later (This is now 6 am in the morning) the party resumed. Atleast they were our friends this time around. Due to my comatose state I can’t describe exactly what I saw to you, but I do remember watching a bunch of dudes parading around in a line clanging pots and pans, hearing Irish bagpipe music shake the entire house, and hearing the words “A screwdriver to start off the morning!”

It was that moment exactly when the epitome hit me.

How did I ever used to be able to do this??

Granted, no matter how gung-ho I was in college I never made it to after hours before an early morning tailgate, and “early” for me meant 8 am, not the crack of dawn. In fact, for most early morning games I hit the hay at midnight the previous night.

I guess that’s also a big difference between girls and guys. Watching guys get ready for games is probably one of the most entertaining things I have ever seen. They are like little kids anxiously waiting to go see what Santa brought them Christmas morning. The beer, the music, the food, the drinking, the “spiritwear” so to speak.
But that’s a whole other story.

So the tailgating began, we had a great day, and then the sleepiness started to set in. Luckily, we found another friend with an abundance fluffy couches to take our naps on.
Sweet.
Until half an hour later when about 15 people paraded in, turned on the music and began playing drinking games.
Well, there went that. Apparently a nap was not in the cards for us. If you can’t beat them, join them. (Although luckily I got to go visit a friend in Junction City instead.)


Don’t ask me how I survived an entire night at the bars afterward and still managed to have fun, because I don’t know. And just for the record, the whole weekend was a total blast and I’d do it all over again!

But I do know that it took me atleast 4 days of napping and chugging water to feel normal again. I literally had to strain my brain at work and double check everything I did because I was positive it wouldn’t be able to fully function after a weekend like that.

And to think that I used to be able to do this in college, wake up go to class, work, take tests, ect by Monday...

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Drunk Texts

Drunk texting. If you aren't guilty of it, chances are you know somebody who is .

Check out this article = ) :

http://www.techcrunch.com/2009/03/19/the-iphone-gets-a-new-weapon-in-the-war-on-drunk-dials/


I see this as three things.

1.) Hilarious. Seriously. I laughed outloud when I read it.

2.) Relevant.
Why else would "textsfromlastnight.com" become an instant hit? I think we can all relate to this situation to some extent. Sometimes all it takes is a single drink to convince us that texting an ex, a crush, or whomever is a wonderful idea.

If we haven't already experienced what I like to call a gigantic "texting fail" that we cringe at the next morning, we've atleast had to exert some serious self control to stop ourselves from doing so. All of us have at some point atleast been on the recieving end. My roomies and I last year had a great time swapping "texting fail" stories if we ever had any. Drunk dial fails too. (It's pretty funny, when it isn't happening to you!) If you haven't experienced either, well then congratulations; you're probably the minority = ) .

3.) Pathetic. Because no matter how useful or funny it is, is this what our world has really come to? Is it sad that most of us can read that article and immediately apply it to our lives or people we know and understand why this application might actually be useful? (no matter how hilarious it is).

Alcohol + keypad = trouble!

Way to go Apple for realizing that!