"Where do I begin?" I'm hanging out in Loyola's law school computer lab waiting for Jesse to be finished with his class at 9:15. I got out myself around 7 and headed to Whole Foods to buy some groceries for dinner tonight. I'm surprising Jesse with a homemade pesto sauce with pasta, scallops, and portobello mushrooms. My stomach is in pain as I type this. But, did you know how much pine nuts are?! I remember back in 2003 when I got my first "real" (funny how the definition of that changes as you get older) job at Fresh Pickin's produce stand in BR. They were like $7 or 8 a pound and I thought that was expensive. At Whole Foods, organic (the only choice in sight) pine nuts are a whopping $34.99/lb. I guess my goal of being able to shop at WF as a measure of success and wealth is somewhat reached though can I really count it if I'm spending $11 dollars on a couple of handfulls of pine nuts? So what else to say? Good day in spite of having classes. Don't get me wrong, I like learning, but when I'm behind and I'm trying to juggle all the [exciting, but exhausting] things I obligate myself to do, school is falling last on the list of priorities. And, it can't! Because it's pretty important and I don't want to waste my time. I have to remember why I chose to go to grad school--to eventually get into a top-tier Anthropology program. I cannot do poorly and waste time and money like I did in undergrad.
Lately, with New Orleans Fashion Week and all the Amelie G-hosted festivities, I have had a renewed sense of self though I continue to search and discern. Attending the style-bloggers panel at Martine Chaisson Gallery and having various people, when I'm introduced to them, tell me that they read me--I feel like I'm moving in the right direction. I enjoy writing. I enjoy fashion. I enjoy New Orleans. Why couldn't I do this full-time eventually? Drew always believed in me, but I haven't been the most confident in myself. Even as I write this, I'm thinking about how much this is a diary entry and not something that an online audience would want to read, and I know that I have typos and format errors. I'm going to fix them eventually (or not). I really need to work on my twitter account, my online porfolio and my layout. I'm supposed to meet with a PR acquaintance of my soon in order to be schooled on socail media. Anyway, I don't desire to be a style-blogger, nor do I plan to write fashion editorials indefinitely. But, between babysitting/nannying, working at Scriptura, going to school basically to teach when I'm doubting wanting to teach language, and writing, I find myself in the glam, giving into the invitations from new acquaintances and colleages. I enjoy the social aspects of it, and I enjoy going out when I feel to be contributing to a scene legitimately.
Oh, but Spain. Jesse has decided to entertain the idea of us moving to Spain. A LOT happened this weekend, and I guess for better or for worse, has catalyzed a lot of thought about our future. I've been wanting to go to Spain for years, but I haven't thought it practical given Jesse's education, and honestly, I don't want to leave him for so long. So, as he's finishing up his law school classes, preparing for the BAR, and finishing up a 30-page writing requirement, we are putting our (read, my) in-town, new apartment hunt on hold until we know whether or not we will go to Spain in mid-October. We'll see. Fingers crossed, and I'll keep this posted! I guess that's the short of it. There's more to say like I've got two large assignments due in my Hispanic Studies and my Advanced Conversation classes, but I'll save that stress rant for another post. I'm glad to be back on, and I must remember to post often. And, to catch up on thank you notes. Ah, the weekend's almost here and once again, there's so much to do. Reminder for later: write about social media and networking, more about launching my career, and meeting people and my reservations about leaving NOLA as everything's getting started
