Tales of a Post Grad Life

theangrytherapist:

FUCK IT FRIDAY

John Mayer.

- Angry

This is what happens when you devote your waking hours to working in minor league baseball.

And you’re the shortest one in the office.

Post Grad life at its finest.

As always, mad love.

There comes a point in time where you are required to be self-sufficient in order to succeed or even move forward. You need to be able to take care of yourself and your business without relying on outside people or objects to get things done for you. 

As it stands, we are (fairly) recent graduates and it’s about damn time that we become self-sufficient. We are now adults, whether we chose to admit it or not. We have made it through the first 20-someodd years of our lives with the gracious help of our parents and friends and families and maybe even some kind strangers. Now, it’s time to get your own. Time to be a burden to no one but yourself. Time to decide what it is you want and don’t want to do and just do (or don’t do) it. And do it for yourself. Not because someone else wants you to. Not because you think you have to. Not because of what anyone else says. Because you want to. You’re an adult now, deary. You get to make those choices, though you have to be responsible for them should any consequences occur (and they most certainly will.)

And that concludes my “we all need to be self-sufficient” rant. Thank you for listening.

mad love, y’all. 

Love you, Mr Mayer. Reblog always.

(Source: jhnmyr)

tallgirltales:

Attn: everyone

[via sashayrae]

And to kick off this Memorial Day weekend ((which will be filled with lots of hours of baseball)), this.

I wouldn’t mind have one (or seven) of these show up in my cubicle.

haygirlhay:

A fridge in the summer months just isn’t right without a big jug of the most perfect iced coffee. It’s high time to make another batch.

This is happening tonight. And tomorrow. And for the rest of forever.

Also, since I’m in the mood to reblog videos all day long, I present this.

Shadow Days :: John Mayer

It will always be John, all day and every day. I don’t care how many desks I sit behind in my lifetime, how many hours I spend in an office.. Whenever John calls I’ll listen and by golly I’ll use up my last vacation days to spend a few measly hours with that man.

True love, y’all. True love.

& as always,

mad love.

(Source: jhnmyr)

behindthelevee:

scratchandmix:

Lil Finals Week 3

It’s going down.

My favorite. They’re going out in style.

Keep on keepin’ on, dudes. And always remember to Get Pencil Wit It.

Not that anyone is really missing out on anything.. 

From now on, my Real World goal is to take 10 minutes out of my Real World schedule to come up with something witty and charming and utterly fantastic. 

But.. If we’re being real.. That’s probably not going to happen. 

But I’ll try my damnedest anyway. 

As it stands, it was an 11 hour day at the ball field and my eyelids are losing the fight against gravity.

Goodnight to one & all and I hope to get acquinated with all of you again real soon. 

As always (except not lately),

Mad love, y’all.

Much to my father’s chagrin, I was born (and subsequently raised) in all of the glory that is North Texas. My father hails from a little town down south called New Orleans and he wanted his children to be born New Orleanians, just as he was. But alas, that was not meant to be, because as you see, women about to pop babies out aren’t really supposed to be flying on airplanes. So there I was, born on Texas soil. 

Pre-school, elementary school, middle school, high school came and went and I was happy as a lark, hanging around in the greater Dallas metropolitan area. Of course, we spent a week every Christmas break and two weeks every summer visiting various family members in New Orleans, but I was always so anxious to go home, to go back to Texas. 

Then college came (and is almost gone) and my relationship with both Dallas and the Crescent City has changed a little bit. I have been in school in Louisiana for the past 3.5 years and I have learned a thing or two about my home state as well as my newly adopted one. 

Dallas is everything that New Orleans is not, and vice versa. While Dallas is massive and chaotic, New Orleans is a little more condensed while managing to be even more chaotic. In Dallas, if you can’t find what you’re looking for in your particular part of the city, you have about 1,000 other towns within a 40 minute drive to try. In New Orleans, you get what you get. In Dallas, if one roadway is congested, you have a countless number of alternate routes that you can take without losing much time. In New Orleans, if there’s a wreck on I-10, you are screwed. 

While Dallas has a seemingly unlimited number of restaurants and bars and entertainment venues, it lacks a distinctive culture, which is what New Orleans specializes in. The minute you drive into the greater New Orleans area, you can feel it. The minute you get off of the Spillway and enter Kenner, you know that you’re in for something special. I know more accomplished, well respected people before me have said this, but New Orleans is like no place else. Especially Dallas. 

In New Orleans there are parades and masks and parties and love and jazz and Bourbon and clubs and artists and oysters and people. The people are what makes the city so incredibly special. Some of my best friends from school are from New Orleans and they have such a passion for their city, it is unreal. I had never come across anything like it before. They defend and respect and love and honor their city like it is their Mama. 

And little by little, they have transfered some of their love to me. I have grown up going there. I lived there for year during kindergarten while my parents took care of my ailing grandmother. But it took 20-something years for me to grow an appreciation of the city that is all my own. I love everything about it. I love passing up all of the billboards for the Nike store on Carrollton. I love hanging out in City Park, watching the day pass slowly. I love going to Tastee’s Donuts in the wee hours of the morning. I love having seafood as an option at every meal. I even love the dirtiness of it all. It may not be as “up-to-date” as Dallas is, but man does it have spunk. Above all, I love driving into the city, following the I-10 signs for New Orleans. For some reason, seeing those signs are what makes it real to me, what reminds me that I’m really in a city that so many others talk about visiting. 

And now I sit here, on the cusp of the real world, trying to figure out where I want to go start my life after graduation. Dallas is the obvious choice. I have people, I have connections, I have a place to live. But Dallas is comfortable and known and well.. kind of boring. Which leaves New Orleans. Life in the city probably wouldn’t be the easiest. Jobs in Louisiana aren’t really the easiest to come by and the stress of hurricane season always looms. But, man would it be fun. I was talking to a girl who works at a firm in the heart of downtown New Orleans and she was talking about she rides the streetcar to work everyday and my heart just went aflutter. I guess first I have to find a place to work and then a place to live before I can start  mapping out my streetcar route.. But how awesome would that be?

For now, I will enjoy the few months I have left of being a college student in the great state of Louisiana. I will party on St. Charles during Mardi Gras. I will visit Frenchman and Bourbon on a Saturday night. I will shop on Magazine on a lazy Sunday afternoon. I will listen to soulful jazz played on a street corner. I will laugh every time my GPS tries to pronounce Toulouse. I will give my heart and soul to the city that never sleeps and hope that one day, it can be mine. Until then, I will dream.