I have more pairs of shoes than I really know what to do with. Well, that's not really the truth. The truth of the matter is that I wear them and they look super cute. (Aine & Prue, you will be happy to know that those cute little red shoes don't hurt me anymore and I wear them alll the time and everyone loooovesssss them--especially me.)


I'm still not used to the weather out here (I say that like it's bad or something--honestly, it's beautiful most every day, but the foggy, grey days lately have me confused as to if I ever really left Dublin), but things are becoming familiar. I just remember how long it took me to not get lost in Dublin and I thought that was bad. Downtown SF still makes little to no sense, but I have the faith.


My newest, most wonderful discovery has been Bev Mo. Yes, you read that right. My new favourite thing is Bev Mo, which is basically a big discount alcohol warehouse. Anything and everything you would ever want. Such as:



The only other thing is that I've started studying for the GRE. The plan is to take the GRE, GMAT and LSAT within the next year. I see no reason why this isn't possible. The point, however, is to get the highest damn score that I can muster. My only obstacle to this, really, is math.

I'll be honest now, mathematics have had it out for me since I was 16 years old and stopped paying attention. Now it's finally taking its revenge. Truthfully, I should have tried harder before and I full recognize that. I can probably get pretty decent scores without working too hard on math, but I know that's what will be between me and getting a nice ride to a good school. Therefore, mathematics is about to become my BFF and make my score outstanding.

I feel like this job is helping me uncover an ambition that's been happily doing half its job. It's kind of nice. It was fine, up until now, to kind of just let the world take me where it would, but now it's time to really get serious about what can be and, even more, what I want to be.



I've also returned to the days of having straight hair. My birthday present from my uncle was to straighten my hair, which some people will remember, and some have only seen me do with the magic of a round brush, blow dryer and flat iron. Well, now it stays straight on its own, believe it or not, and will stay that way until it grows out.

All in all, I am in love with my hair. I was talking to my uncle and cousin about having straight hair vs. curly hair. It's interesting the way that people receive you differently with each--and how it confuses people even more about where you're from.


Oh, travel. I'm already thinking about what my next holiday will be. I'm thinking Thanksgiving will be a good excuse to go somewhere--maybe Puerto Rico? Anyone else feel the need for somewhere away and wonderful?

I have lost my fear of artichokes. Well, not that I ever ran away in terror in the grocery store, but rather one of the perks of my job is that I was paid to learn how to cook a fantabulous meal the other night. So, really, when I say I lost my fear of artichokes, I mean I have my first artichoke spinach dip cooking in the oven at this very second. We're talking straight from scratch, that I prepped and cooked the artichokes, that I steamed the spinach, that I chopped the garlic.

We'll see how it all turns out in about fifteen minutes.


The job is on the up. There are some events coming up that are promising to make me eat too many desserts. I should eat a big meal before I go to them so I don't touch those saturated fat-saturated desserts, or be tempted to sip some wonderful red wine, since reds are starting to give me immediate headaches as of late.



Still, at this job, all I can think about is the future. What step is this, leading me where? And I have to stop myself from asking people about their path in life all the time. I know there's no harm in that, but there's something to say about scaring them into thinking I'm going to quit in six months.

I've purchased study things for the LSAT, GRE and have some previously for the GRE, LSAT and GMAT. Just to study. To stay sharp.

I was doing some math today and was surprised and what I did and didn't remember; what I never learned. I was such a horrible student.

I'm not sure when I started thinking more concretely about my life, like the progression of a dance learned step--by--step, but I have and I'm glad of it.


I have hardly any pages left of Love in the Time of Cholera and am not really sure how I feel about it. I finished Harry Potter on Saturday, unable to fall asleep without finishing it. Of course, I think the end was horrible. The last "chapter" ruined everything. Anyone who's read it knows exactly what I'm talking about.

My sister just received a crooked faux-hawk in the bathroom. I feel all itchy just thinking about all the hair that was all over the place. I must say, I am not a fan of hair not attached to a head.














For the record, I had nothing to do with the lack of hair on her head at current. Nor did I have anything to do with that little bald speck on the back of her head--that was already there.
Otherwise, I plead the 5th.




Thank you, and goodnight.



Oh, we also went and watched fireworks on the harbor. Not bad. Not bad at all. Happy birthday, America!!