Dreams and reality go together like Britney Spears and The Flaming Lips

Before I go any further, has anyone else noticed that the
beginning of Are you A Hypnotist? by The Flaming Lips sounds uncannily to Lucky by Britney Spears?

Ok, it’s just me.

It’s good to have a dream and it’s good to talk about it. If you don’t talk about your dreams then it’s easier for let them to just become fairytales that never become reality and then it’s just something that you think about. Constantly. When Vinings Stationery closed in April, I closed that chapter in my life. I have a feel thousand sheets of paper with my name on them, the fanciest desk arrangement at CareerBuilder and some helpful hints to friends who are biting the bullet and getting married. I told myself I will always love stationery like I love Christmas mornings, but that will be the extent of it. I’ve been on this earth just shy of 24 years and whenever something comes at me big or small (that’s what she said?), major or minuet, it’s been very easy for me to just say, “I guess the Lord has something bigger for me”. I think I cheapen myself and the work of the Lord by just saying that.

For the past couple of years, I’ve dreamed of having my own paper store. To be able to roll around paper and envelopes and justifying to myself and my credit card on spending $100 every month on stamps. BTW, there are some awesome new $.42 stamps out. Next to my gym in Glenwood Park is an open space. On the corner. For all to see. I just walked and flashes of color and ideas started to fill my brain again. When I was in Savannah a couple of weeks ago, I walked into a boutique of paper, Parisian things and odds and ends and died a little inside. Just because I am not doing the stationery thing at the moment, doesn’t mean I don’t have it in my future. I believe- deep down in my gut that the Lord puts things on our hearts, and it’s then our responsibility to cultivate the dream and make it grow.

I haven’t met many people who do retail and love it like I do/did. Oh man, the burning in my heart that was felt when someone saw the finished product of their wedding invitation was my favorite thing. Even though they might need a second run of them with a different grooms name and date due to the big D, I still loved what I did.

So I am pretty much putting my dream in writing and for you to hold me accountable to not let it just be a dream. Also, whatever is on the internet is tried and true. Unshakable. The word of Lord. If it’s on the internet it has to be right.

Right?

Which came first?

The wheelchair or the lawnmower?


It takes a lot for me LOLz. But man, I sure did when I saw this beauty.

The Interweb

There's only so much that I can do on the internet. Perez Hilton and Dlisted don't update enough for me to be entertained for the last 3 hours of work. You can only drool over a Marc Jacobs bag on his Web site for so long that your keys are getting all wet. Not enough people have new albums on Flcikr and facebook to keep me entertained.

I need new Web sites to look at. Or maybe I just need to work more. But I am still in training so really there isn't anything to do.

BTW, I have a new job. Do I like it? Sure? It's a job. Like I said to someone, it's not stationery. Nothing will ever compare to stationery. Or at least I say that for now. I can't complain too much though. The people are very cool and look at my cubicle.

Sex and the City tonight. Oh man, how excited am I? Very! I love Carrie! I love the clothes. I just love it all. I fell in love with the show 3 years ago and couldn't stop watching the DVDs. Yeah, it might be scandalous and speak of things that good Christian boys and girls shouldn't be doing outside the bounds of marriage, but man oh man, how I love that show. Is it weird that I actually learned a lot about relationships that way. Not just male and female relationships, but also friendships. If you watch the show, you know each of the four girls are drastically different. I liked how they interacted. They were all honest with each other but the show still showed natural conflict. And I liked to see how they handled it.

All in all it was a great show and I wish it was still an up and running show.

Cornstarch

As I am sitting in training at CareerBuilder I am regreting hitting the snooze button 3.5 times and not washing my hair this morning. As many people know, I am 'that guy' that washes my hair everysingleday. I say 'I need to, my hair is greasy", but was corrected by Miss Amanda Ross that says, "Don't you mean oily?".

What else would I do being struck by complete boredom? Google hair powder. After realizing that I didn't want to spend forty monies on bumble&bumble hair powder I found a blog about using cornstarch. Here's the deal, I was born and raised and proud to be from the South, but I've never used cornstarch in my life. So maybe I could be called a Modern Southernist?

(Modern Southernist: I will expound on what I feel is a Modern Sourthernist since I just created that term just a secound ago. I really feel like I need to dedicate a blog (my life!) to this term in which I am now claiming.)

But back to Cornstarch vs. Bumble&Bumble...

Tonight, when I get home from work/Octane/picking sister bear up at the airport, I am going to walk into the Edgewood Kroger (of course after I redo make up and wear my trendiest outfit) to walk down the flour/sugar aisle (I think it will be down that aisle?) to buy my first bag of cornstarch for less than two dollars. At this time, I will fictionally be saving twothirtyeight dollars since I am not buying Bumle&Bumble.

Here's to Cornstarch and contributing to water conservation.

huzzah!