Joy Burger

I'm sitting in my favorite restaurant in NYC, wishing I had my laptop because then the words could flow freely from my fingertips as quickly as they pour into my mind.

It's today. The Pentatonix concert. Somewhere on this tiny little island called Manhattan, is my favorite band ever. In a hotel. Somewhere.

And later on this evening, I'm going to be in the same room with them.

I'm not ready! Haha. But I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I'm not quite as panicky as I expected to be. Perhaps because I've known this day was coming for a while now.

I hope it's amazing.

I just read the blogs on Kirstie's website...and wow. I never quite knew how to relate to her. I've gone through phases of obsession with the different band members of Pentatonix ever since I discovered them. First it was Avi, who I had a supreme crush on for a few months before I realized I was being creepy and unrealistic. Then it was Scott and Mitch...or Scomiche... because I watched every single Superfruit episode and fell in love with them (and also Scott's voice...like, I can't contain myself lol). Most recently it was Kevin, because that boy (sorry, man,) can make a cello sing like no other. I love his EP. (I just realized those are my initials. Heheh).

I guess obsessing over Kirsten would be the next logical step. But she was always so quiet, so self contained in a way, that I couldn't place her into any sort of a compartment in my mind and understand her. If I'm being honest, she intimidated me. For one girl to be able to hold her own and shine in the midst of 4 guys...that takes guts. And power. And strength. And now, I'm not intimidated as much as impressed - I respect her so much.

So, to get back on track, I read her blogs. And all of a sudden, she's my new obsession. Did you know she loves to write? Even more so, that she's GOOD at it? I can relate to her! Not that I'm trying to find a piece of myself in her, because I'm not. At least, I don't think I am. Or maybe...maybe that's what we all do when looking for friends or role models or when we meet someone on the street. We look for a little piece of ourselves in them, and when we find it, we latch onto it and use it as the connecting thread that binds our hearts together.

But by reading her blog, I've realized that she's a real person. An extremely talented, gorgeous, sometimes intimidating and just completely amazing person who gets to live her dreams, but a real person nonetheless. And she inspires me.

And really, what's to stop me from doing the same?

I can live my dreams. I will live my dreams.

Love,
Eia

Pentatonix concert tomorrow!!!! I can't take the excitement!!!!!!!!

More collabs

Before I forget I wanted to add another name to my collab wish list. Mike Tompkins. What he can do with only his voice and a computer is amazing.

And come to think of it...why not create acapella dubstep science music? *nods* Great Idea.

Good night! It's two am and I'm still up cause I just made my first acapella song...which I think sounds pretty nice if I do say so myself. Anyway, I have work in the am. Catch you later!

Principles

I read somewhere recently that a man who applies methods with no principles is bound to fail, but he who has principles may use any methods he pleases. Well, that's how it's in my head. I think Ralph Waldo Emerson said it....

*goes and googles quote*

"As to methods there may be a million and then some, but principles are few. The man who grasps principles can successfully select his own methods. The man who tries methods, ignoring principles, is sure to have trouble." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

There you go.

So I've decided that I need to figure out what principles I have. No. Set principles for myself. Yes.

Okay.

1. Do NOT ever give up. Know when to change methods, but do not ever give up.
2. Know when a situation/relationship is not good for you and have the strength to remove yourself from it.
3. The truth will get you farther than a lie ever will.
4. Hard work is necessary, and overnight (lasting) success is not to be expected.
5. A soft answer turns away wrath, but grevious words stir up anger.

These are the basic ones that I can think of right now. I suppose as Emerson said, principles are few.

My Never

There were a thousand trees
To climb
A thousand stars with rivers rushing through
And I would have seen it all
With you

There were a thousand roads
to take
A thousand turns we could have made
I would have made them all
With you

But instead it's time I see
That we were never meant to be
Our roads have crossed but now diverge
And you are my never

A million smiles since we were young
But now my heart, it's come undone
There's a space that fits the shape
Of where you used to be

You worked so hard to gain my trust
Made promises to keep but
They were written in the dust
And washed away

So instead it's time I see
That we were never meant to be
Our roads have crossed but now diverge
And you are my never

Yes you are my never

quick, before I forget

I could do videos where I explain science to little kids and let them ask me questions live, and I have to try to answer their questions.

Awesome idea.

Hai there

I'm working on my first commissioned (albeit non-paid) freelance article. Yay me!

However, as comes with the territory of being me, I'm easily distracted and won't be able to focus (or at least I don't think I will) until I sort out the random thoughts bouncing around in my head.  So here they go out on paper...or screen...or bytes...whatever.

Night job. I need a night job. Then I could go to school during the daytime. Because if my school doesn't offer night classes to support a day job, then I just have to work around that, right? And if I can go to school more than half time, or at least half time, then I can get a loan from the government to help pay tuition. More debt, huh? Well, at least I'll be getting my degree.

So that makes sense, right? I should totally do that. I'm not doing a job that's in my field right now anyway, so what difference does it make if I apply to be nighttime manager at Macy's or Home Depot or something like that? Maybe I could even be a security guard at the hospital. Well, not a security guard, because they stand around a lot, but a receptionist. Overnight. Yes! I could do my homework during the quiet hours, I could get my research done....This is a must. I really think this is a good idea. Which means I should probably pray about it...

Hmm.

I keep having this sense of obligation to the job where I'm at now. Although if I could get Ms. J.J. to step right in and fill in my spot when I leave, then I wouldn't feel so bad. I wonder how much a nighttime receptionist gets paid at the hospital. They might even have benefits! Like health insurance. One has to make changes in one's life that lead one down the right path and are for the better, right? Like don't stay stuck in a dead end job just because the company needs the help. Especially not if that job is keeping you back from what you really want to do in life. Especially if that job is preventing you from being able to go back to school, is taking up all of your days, is stressing you out, is barely paying you enough...

I'm going to look at all hospitals that are in NYC and see if they're hiring for overnight desk people. I can totally do that. And if I work every night, five  nights a week, an eight hour shift, say, from 8pm to 4am, then I can go home, sleep till...well. Hey. It'll work out. It's not like I haven't done it before.

Okay. See? Head is clear. Back to writing the article.

Laters!