Go ahead. Call me Ridiculous.

First, I've come to a glorious conclusion.

Blogging, thus far, has been an extremely part-time activity. What do you want from me? I work full time, I've been studying feverishly for the GRE, and have to live my fabulous (read: boring) life. Who has time for a blog?!? Psha.

As I'm sure I've let you know, I have the most incredibly, absolutely boring job on the face of the earth. Ok, its not that bad, but it certainly isn't riveting or intellectually stimulating in any way, shape, or form.

Revelation: I CAN BLOG AT WORK!

Now, I can't actually blog at work. The Nazi web filters disallow most websites I would choose to waste my time at, so I find other ways. Said filters do, however, allow email. I have discovered that I can get around this by emailing myself entries, which I can post when I'm home and don't have Barracuda breathing down my neck. Stupid fish.

Get excited. You'll be subjected to an exponential increase in ramblings and nonsense.

Today's topic, again inspired from work, is going to be why I suck, and what I'm doing about it. This is self-improvement in action, people.

I spoke to a girl today at work who was so many things that I was jealous of. Jealousy is not pretty, but this girl was beautiful. And personable. And funny. And married. And she seemed very sure of herself and very secure with the way her life was going. And all of this made me want to be like her.

Independently of this, I was browsing online and found myself on Glamour's website. One article was titled "30 Days to a Better You!" and I bit. What could it hurt? Every day I get emailed a tip, something to work on... today's is posture. I'm slouching as I type this. And now I just straightened up. However, I feel like overall this 30 days thing is going to be a big waste of time. I do need better posture though...

Waste of time or not, these two things got me thinking. Its not like I'm miserable. But I certainly have fond recollections of "better days" when I didn't dread going to work and when life wasn't broken up into 40-hour-a-week pieces. And I guess the workweek is a part of growing up, and that's fine with me. I don't mind work. I mind my job, is more like it. But that doesn't mean I should be grumpy in the morning because I'm dreading the day. Why should I dread the day? No more. Now, I'm going to kick the day's ass. And high five myself as I watch the day cry in the corner. I want to stop worrying about PA school and take comfort in the fact that I have a pretty good backup plan if it doesn't work out. I want to enjoy my time in NY, even if its freezing effing cold out, because it is an incredible place and I only have a limited amount of time here. I want to straighten out my head, figure out what I really want in life, and who I really want to be a part of that life, and then I want to do whatever it takes to make that a reality. And dang it, that's exactly what I'm going to do!

Go me!