Dawson's Freak

I received an e-mail from one of my Dearest friends the other day. That's right, The Brianna aka Queen Bree, Nana-butt, Net Hater, Super Freak. For those of you unfortunate enough not to know her, she's an old family friend that Ive known since Kindergarten who is a middle child (much like myself) and now a Not-So-Desperate Housewife. In fact, I remember giving her and Mackenzie Tharp a hard time back in First Grade; good times!

Anyhow, she told me something that was so dead on and, on top of that, she said it in words I could relate to. She enlighten me through my native tongue, 'Teen Movie Speak'! That's right, she explained it all like Melissa Joan Hart! She told me how I was SO much like James Van Der Beek on Dawson's Creek when he realized that movies were all he was and ended up throwing out his movie stuff so he could re-invent himself and make a new name for himself...or whatever....

That is SO true! Up until now my shining achievement was getting into UC Davis. I worked unbelievably hard for two years straight and am very proud of the result. But when I take a step back there's nothing that extraordinary about it. At the time it was huge because I went from Taco Bell employee to College Man. But now, I'm graduated, working a job that's not my passion and spending my free time wondering whats next. My Brilliant Brianna has shown me the light and it's about time I throw on some 75 spf and deal with it or sit back and get a tan!

Next Time on "Joey's Creek": Brianna teaches Joey a valuable lesson on tough love!

Great Expectations

It was somewhere between seeing Calista Flockhart chug Arti-ritas and Sally Field getting hit on by an Ancient English Teacher with pierced ears that I wondered why on Earth do I keep feeling this way. It seems to be a recurring theme, everytime I watch people (even imaginary ones) with such vivid lives I tend to grow slightly depressed and a little angry that my life has yet to hold such interest.

Don't get me wrong - Publishing my life would would be a great public service. Insomniacs everywhere would be grateful for the hours of blissful sleep I can provide. Or maybe not. How can I possible know whether my life is actually interesting? Well, I'm certain there are a few people who would like to know whats going on in my life. People like my Cyber-illiterate Mother or my MySpace-Obsessed Friend I've known since High School; who, oddly enough, hasn't received a call from me since High School. (That's you Brianna! ;-)) What can I say...I've got one of those special phones that only receives calls. Oh who am I kidding, more like one of those special asses that only wants to get kicked by people who were expecting a call but never got one.

Regardless, I decided to do it. I started this blog to post my life to the world and allow people to know whats going on with me (even when I never call) or just to give some random stranger a good nights sleep. Call me Prince Valium...or in my case...Queen. Enjoy!