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I have a tumblr. http://thecsmith.tumblr.com/

I definitely don't write a lot in this blog - not sure what has happen to my blogger skills but apparently all of my internet energy has gone to Tumblr. Anyways, see ya there!

It's the Hap-Happiest Season of All!

It's the holidays! And although I'm not particularly religious and refuse to believe that baby Jesus was born in a manger and the three wise men showed up to presents gifts... blah blah...you know the story. I do enjoy the lights, trees, shopping, decorations, ect. And best of all, everyone seems to be in a better mood around this time of year. It's odd, a usually unscrupulous mean old man hears "Jingle Bells" and all of the sudden he's overcome with the holiday spirit and begins passing out money - oh, wait maybe that's a dream I had last night. Nevertheless, the holidays bring out a side of homosapians that is quite possibly their best side and I'm down with people being nice(er).

This is my first holiday season in Austin, Texas and I'm quite happy with it so far. For starters, it's much warmer than NC - we had a high of 80 yesterday. There aren't many places where you can walk around barefoot on Thanksgiving so that's a nice treat.

I very much want a tree this Christmas, but my wonderful and pragmatic boyfriend doesn't think it's necessary. Here's what I say to him, "Tough Shit". First thing this weekend I plan on dragging him to the nearest tree farm to pick out a nice small tree. I don't have decorations here in Texas because I forgot to pack them but we will make due with things around the house, you can decorate a tree with just popcorn, right?

Next Wednesday is my 25th birthday, more to come on that later but I will say, being born in December (even if it's the 1st day of December) blows. Most people are too lazy or uninterested to bother buying your two gifts so I end up hearing this phrase A LOT, "This is for your birthday and Christmas". Cheap asses.

Here's wishing you and yours a Happy Happy Holiday Season!

A blog? What is that?

I haven't seen this blog in about a year - the "rediscover" your blog process was pretty funny. I read everything once, and some things twice and laughed the entire time. Well, since this is the first time that a post has gone up in almost a year I will enlighten my non-existent readers on my recent forays into "grow-up" life.

First, I'm a young professional, now this means different things to different people so I will elaborate. I work at a start-up company in Austin - as in Texas - where I get to dress business casual on a daily basis and answer the phone in my professional voice. The money is amazing, but the job, eh not so much. It's the every day hub-bub that you would expect from a business job. I try to keep myself from complaining, at least I'm not a part of the 15 million unemployed American's.

"I bought a cactus. A week later it died, and I got depressed, because I thought, Damn. I'm less nurturing than a desert." -Demetri Martin, New York Magazine

ahh. It's summer.

What am I going to do with myself?! I have several options here: I could stay here in Newton and find a job as a waitress, I could move to Salvo and hang out with J all summer and find a job there, or I could dive in head first and find an "grown-up job" in DC. Eh. I don't want to grow-up yet, that isn't any fun. One thing I know is that staying in Newton for the summer sounds like a drag, although living rent free is a pretty rad perk. Why won't someone just flash a large sign with directions to where I'm meant to go written on it!!
Being back in America rocks my socks off. I wanted to kiss the ground when I got off that plane. Don't get me wrong, I loved England and I defiantly am going back but Andy Rooney said it best last night on 60 Minutes, "Where you get to is almost never as good as where you came from". I lived and I learned and now I'm ready for a new adventure. My dad said to make this next adventure more discreet and closer to home, so I will try.

I ran...

fast, as far as I could go.
Without caution, without warrant, without thinking.
Directions where not needed, a compass did no good
Back to where I began...

This is the story...

of three women.
Three women, who started off as children on their journey together. Thinking they knew life, the wind of its ways and the fortune to come. Naive of the surrounding turmoil to come. People passed in and out, quite frequently. But those three, they always remained.
Holidays and quiet spells, came and went, and those three remained there.
Relationships and love came and went, and those three remained together.
Quarrels and crisis, problems and victories arose and fell, but those three women stood strong.
Then as winter grew into spring, one traveled away, left the others behind and made her own way. Then as spring grew into summer the other two split as well. One on her way to where the arch stands tall, the other to where the ocean meets the sand. All leaving behind the love, the quarrels, the holidays, the problems of one small town and three big relationships. All needing something different, something unknown. They no longer feared the unknown, they understood it and welcomed it's dark. An adventure, you could say but a beginning to them.
The end is left open. None of them can see the future, and are not naive enough to pretend they know what it holds. They have learned from their past and grown for their present.
The only thing that all three hope is now, here and forever they can always be bonded together.
Friendship is a funny thing to waste.