I have so many things I want to write about and share but I find that after pumping out four to five new content pieces about beauty a week, my creative juices are just squeezed dry. So, to not forget, or to create a “blog to do” list to revisit later, here’s a quick snapshot of my life as it is now.
- Just went to a super exclusive dinner with Dr. Howard Murad, founder/creator of Murad skin care. It included a 7-course meal with the Dr., his son (who’s super cute and told me he waxes his arm hair regularly just to have more room to test new products), and 8 PR girls. I realized how pathetically awful I am at small talk. The Dr. gave me advice on how to avoid road rage when sitting in traffic.
- I am currently sitting in my empty office waiting for a contact to call me back. He put me on pause in the middle of our interview and said he’d call back in 5 minutes unaware that I scheduled this interview for a freelance story at 6 p.m. so that it’s after I clock out of my 9-6 day job. It’s been 25 minutes.
- Word to the wise, do NOT take “Fast and Stress Free Traffic School.” It’s not fast and it’s DEFINITELY NOT stress-free. Jerk wads.
- I’m still single. I’m going to turn 24 in less than 3 weeks.
- Last weekend, I had Saturday brunch with my old college roommate, Stacy. The first thing we talked about was our most recent, equally horrifying, first dates. Hers was a setup from her aunt and uncle that she couldn’t refuse. The guy didn’t even know he was going to dinner with her and was sadly blase. The conversation dipped into weather. Mine was of a friend’s friend who I couldn’t say no to because he was my friend’s friend. The date ended with him asking me if he could kiss me 20 times. I said no 20 times.
- I had Boiling Crab yesterday and felt nauseous for 4 hours. I’m never eating Boiling Crab again.
- At 5:30 today, my bestie coworker IMed me and said, “I think David* is breaking up with me over IM.” … I felt like I was getting broken up with over IM.
I literally feel sick to the stomach at the thought of turning 24. If you look at my posts in this blog, which I started when I turned 21, the number of posts severely diminish with each year. Perhaps it’s because I was traveling then and simply had more things to talk about than my now sedentary life in LA, but more so, I feel it’s cause life just moves too quickly. They always say how turning 30 happens in a blink of an eye — well now I understand. Because the last thing I remember is going up north for a friend’s wedding only to now see that that was a month ago. Where did June go?
I read somewhere that the reason why we feel like time is moving faster as we get older is cause our brain chooses to make less memories. When we were children, going out rollerblading was an event to remember. Getting a book read to us in class, learning about Egypt and drawing hieroglyphs, getting a happy meal at McDonald’s – all activities that we and consequently our brain think are important and thus store in to memory cabinets. Now, we don’t think of our daily morning coffee, drive in traffic, 9 hours at our cubicle, and happy hours with friends to be that consequential. What we did last week blurs into the week before, the weeks easily turn into months and suddenly it’s your birthday again.
The interviewee still hasn’t called me back.
