Mya Mya Me.

So, I've decided I have the attention span of a Newt. And to be honest, up until 5 minutes ago, I didn't know what a newt was, but after seeing a picture, I reckon it has a very short attention span.

Whenever I work, I have to do like 20 million things at once. First I start an email, then move n to some sort of report, then I create an announcement for the schools I'll be at the next week..all while not finishing anything in a specific order.

It's amazing I get anything done at all, or at least have any form of organizational skills.

And then, man alive if anyone could look into my brain for just a slice of time. It goes a mile a minute. I'm always thinking, always moving on to the next topic, bouncing back to a previous one. Zoning out of conversations as my own inner thoughts interrupt. It's usually a to-do list.

Don't take it personally.

So, it makes me wonder, do I have an Adult on-set of ADD?

I just googled it, and there's an online test you can take to see if you have any signs of ADD.

While being in the midst of work, I of course took it...

And on my test, I got a 54, which apprently means I have a moderate level of ADD.

There you have it.

The world is my Catwalk

"Smooth rides make for boring stories...a little calamity...that's worth talking about."
-Dr. Meredith Grey


This has been one amazing whirlwind of a month. I've been on the road, I've been off the road, I've driven up and down the 101. I've spent a few days in Santa Barbara, a night in the lovely Morro Bay (famous for a large rock) I took a little time to enjoy the views in Venice Beach and Santa Monica. I've learned the correct pronunciation of SLO. I've caught up with a few friends, made some new ones and found a few old. I've seen campuses left and right...I've even woken up to my schpelle bouncing around in my sleepy head....all inclusive we are!

I've been grumpy, I've been more tired then I think I've ever been before...and moments later full of energy. I'm constantly up and down...but all in a good way.

But by far, the best thing I've found on the road...is...the mascot of UC Santa Cruz. That's right. The Banana Slug. It's incredible. It's amazing. It's a banana slug.

Time in my car, is time well spent making phone calls...and rebuilding those relationships I've neglected in the past.

I had a wonderful conversation with a few friends last week, who renewed my spirit. It was one of those moments, even in the midst of our crazy lives, where you realize you can slow down...stop for a moment and it's okay if the world keeps spinning...because you'll jump right back on eventually.

I love it when you allow yourself a chance to breathe. I love it when friends bring that out in you. I love it when they know they need to...and you know it's time to allow them to do so.



In other news, it's now been about three weeks since I gave up the consumption of beef products and I'd just like to show you why. This cow...the oreo cow is what started my insane curiosity with the species. Now, I must admit, it's become more of an obsession then just a mere curiosity. Still insane however.

As I was traveling down the coast of California, I quickly came to the realization that first of all..there are a ton of cows in California...Then, that cows come in all forms, all shapes, all sizes and regardless of how smelly, bug covered they may be, I found a simple joy to them. However, this new dietary restriction came to be because of a dinner I had at a friend's house. Whist awaiting dinner, a pack (a pod...a crew?) of cows come waltzing into the backyard...we feed them apples, we throw carrots to them...we take pictures of the cute one with fluffy ears. I am then told these cows are meat cows...and will be eaten. You may think that, I, at 25 years of age would have of course figured this out beforehand. However, I've never really thought about it.

Then dinner happens. We're served up a large plate of steak...and it was delicious...but there was this inkling...call it a connection making it's way inside of my brain...I see the cows outside in the field...I see the meat on my plate. I remember the cute cow with the fluffy ears.

And I haven't eaten cow since.

I blame this all on my new role as road warrior. It could be that at times the road is lonely. With a dead IPod and a severe lack of radio stations, a girl on the go has a lot of time to think.

I also had quite the self reflection about the life of a bee. I mean, do they know that if they sting someone they will die?