driving is the worst

So far I've written about three different things and then erased it to start completely over. All of them were trivial and this subject won't be any different. 

Over the last couple of weeks I've spent a lot of time driving. Being alone in a car is the worst. Add fatigue and heavy downpours and it's pretty close to purgatory. On my last trip (Atlanta to Rock Hill) my ipod decided to die and nothing was playing on the radio. I think my car may have been rebelling... tired of listening to me sing at the top of my lungs. Unfortunately singing loudly is the only thing that makes driving alone bearable. 

Also, when I'm driving people seem to think it will be fun to not answer their phones. What's that about? Why do they call when I'm busy and decide to ignore me for the four hours that I'm bored out of my mind? 

Maybe the next post (you know, months from now) will be more upbeat than this one.   

Most likely to never update her blog, again.

On behalf of Jennifer, I apologize for her lack of updating this blog. She "says" she will update it soon, but I won't believe until I see it.

Don't lose hope in our little blogger here. 

In the meantime, you can satisfy your blog needs by visiting my own at:

www.deni-catching-tales.blogspot.com 

Thank you,

Deni 

most likely to never update her blog

... that should be my senior superlative. I've been awful at updating, but I suppose it's not the end of the world since I only have one follower and she already knew I was a slacker. 

I just read my last post and it was slightly depressing. I still feel exactly the same way I felt then... unsure about my future. The only difference is that I just got back from London and am more convinced than ever that I want to work at 10 Cabot Square in Canary Wharf. It's unfortunate that I haven't even mustered up the courage to send them my resume. 

London was amazing, just as I knew it would be. Deni and I hopped on a plane (with Flo Rida) the Thursday night before Spring Break and headed across the Atlantic. We got to see everything from Ogilvy in Canary Wharf to BBC in White City, from Surbiton to Swiss Cottage and all the things in between. Our host was wonderful. He kept us laughing and it was good to visit with old friends (and meet new ones). 

But alas, I'm back in Rock Hill, South Carolina, where the weather is warm but I have no time to enjoy it because my school work has been piling up for the last few weeks. I also have no time for job searching. Or updating this blog. 

That being said, I will try to write sooner and come up with something slightly more profound to say. For now, I'll just end with I'm sorry, Allison, for being a slacker. 

A Legacy

Well, it's a new year. A big year. In 12 days I turn 22. In 128 days I'll be a college graduate. And in 129 days I'll be a grown-up. Well, sort of. In the mean time my mind will probably continue to be cluttered with questions about where to work and where to live. I'll be checking off the remaining items on my list of things to do before I leave Rock Hill (don't laugh, it's a pretty exciting list). And somewhere, in the back of my mind, I'll be wondering what kind of legacy I'm leaving. That sounds so dramatic or something. But in the midst of these dramatic changes in my life, I think I'm allowed to write about these sorts of things. It seems appropriate to think about how I want people to remember me. As for the people who have been a part of my life through the high school and college years, I'm not sure if they will think of the mistakes I've made and the people I've hurt or if they will think of the laughs and fun (but mostly stupid) stuff we did when they hear my name. Maybe, if I'm really lucky, they'll remember that even though I was far from perfect, I loved God and tried to love others. 

There isn't much I can do to change the way people will reflect on the last 21 years of my life. But I can decide what I want people to remember about the next 21. I don't know what my life will look like 5 months from now. I could be in London or Atlanta or Charlotte. Maybe I'll be working at a top advertising agency or writing media releases for a major sports team or filing papers for some executive somewhere. Wherever I end up, I have a chance to start over. To put my priorities in order and reflect those values that are most important to me. I have a chance to create a legacy for myself. Here's what I've got so far:

My name is Jennifer. I believe in the one, true God. I like dresses with pockets and strings of pearls.