I write, you read.

Today, I've decided to just write about whatever comes to mind.  I haven't actually written a blog in a while, and I think my thoughts have started to bottleneck inside my head.  Think of this as a healthy purging of nuanced feelings and ideas, served up directly from that crazy friend of yours, Elisha.  Now that I think of it, I'm probably just feeling too lazy to organize this blog in a way that is structurally sound, and neatly finished at both ends.  It's always a challenge, and dare I say "fun," to write that way, but today I'm feeling a little looser than normal.  (If you choose to indulge in the accidental innuendo in that previous sentence, feel free...but prepare to suffer unspeakable consequences.  Yes, I literally cannot speak of them.)

Well, I'm happily buzzing on some seriously strong coffee that was made by none other than, yours truly.  Your neighborhood barista extraordinaire!  If only those superior skills I've acquired would translate into my real-life routine.  They, unfortunately, do not.  And thus, my in-home brewed coffee (and in this case, at-work brewed) slides back and forth between the two most undesirable extremes:  too light and too dark.  Regardless though, I am getting the caffeine necessary to push me through the day.  And that's all that really matters.  But I need a t-shirt that says:  "I work at Starbucks, but all I can do is make shitty coffee!"

Breaking News Flash:  I'm about to get some new underwear, and you wouldn't believe how stoked I am about this.  You know, there's that feeling of truly intimate satisfaction in wearing a pair of undies, so lovely and new that only you can truly appreciate them.  Not "you," as in you-who-is-reading.  More like "you," as in "me," where I am giving you the option of relating to the shared appreciation for new underwear.  As stated above, unspeakable consequences...  But seriously, I hope I am not the only one who feels this way; because frankly, if that is the case, I'm just a weirdo who likes new underwear way too much.

In more serious news, I'm starting some new research for internships located comfortably distanced from NC, preferably in New York City.  But I'm pretty open to anything that catches my eye.  I'm all too aware of the fact that I am a city girl.  I need a city to thrive in.  A great, big one.  And being the eternal student that I am (hopefully that will change one day soon), I must consider the academic opportunities that a bustling city can offer me, besides the obvious perks.  I've saved an application for an internship at the Guggenheim and the MoMA (Museum of Modern Art) from a previous attempt at research, so I'm revisiting these things.  But upon further research, I'm starting to change my mind about my interest in art museums.  And wondering if there isn't something better for me to look into.  I think there is.  I just don't know what yet.

I rode on the light rail again the other day.  It made me feel like I was in some other city.  And Brit and I bought tickets, being the ethical gals we are.  $1.50 roundtrip.  Sweet deal, except that nobody ever checked our tickets.  Tell me, what's the point in having a ticket machine and all that equipment to spit out tickets and eat up our money, if nobody is going to take my ticket?  Another miniscule amount of money, completely wasted!  That could have gone toward my weekly $40 gas bill!  Damn, I remember when I was 17, learning to drive and frightening people off the roads around my house...and gas was only a dollar-something per gallon.  And I probably only drove back and forth to school and to friends' houses, all living within a 10-mile radius of my own home.  Life sure is funny...but not as funny as me!  Muahahahaha!  (Caffeine effects are currently amplifying.)  Anywho, I hope that the light rail travels up to the University area before I move on outta this town.  It'd be awfully nice to take advantage of decent public transportation in my hometown.

My ass hurts from sitting so long.  Jesus Christ.  Oh, and I'm done rambling for the day.  Hope you likey!  (And that time, I meant "you," as in YOU-yes, you-who-is-reading.)