When Christmas Gets Competitive

Merry Belated Christmas errbody!

Ever had a White Elephant Christmas present exchange?

No, you don't exchange a bunch of white elephants. That would be impractical.

It's more like... how can I explain it? It's like a HYPER COMPETITIVE GIFT BATTLE TO THE DEATH. 

Picture this:

But with presents. 

At least, that's how it goes when we're talking about my family. To find the rules for this ridiculous/hilarious/semi-infuriating game, please click here. My aunt and uncle worked in cahoots to get the best gift and there was so much shouting, I'm pretty sure the neighbors could hear us. I mean, I was probably the loudest, but whatever. My aunt's fiancee stole my movie basket. And my brother stole my lottery tickets.

If he wins the lottery I will be SO pissed.

Kidding!

But not really...

So! Although it's Christmas break I've been trying to get two things down before going back to school: 

1) Get my book started.

Check! I'm experiencing SEVERE writer's block at the moment... or at least I was. I mean, I had a slight epiphany post-gym today. Sweating loosens up the brain, I think. At least, my brain is responsive to sweating. And the shower. 90% of my ideas are thought of whilst showering.

Anyway, the next thing:

2) Get my grant to go to London.

Yeah, that London. 

I'm going... I HOPE. See, there's this summer footwear design program there... and I am DYING to go. Need to check that off the Life List of Awesome Things to Do as well. I have to find an advisor for it so I can get the grant money, etc etc but shhh, keep it on the DL because I don't want to jinx it. I'm not a very superstitious person (I mean, I'll open an umbrella inside because, yeah, I'm totally crazy like that) but this? I have to be careful. Once I get everything organized, mhmm, I'll be writing about it like alldatime.

If there were a #3 to-do I suppose it would be, work out for soccer so I don't come back entirely out of shape once off season training starts. Speaking of which I saw a former club coach at the gym. He coached me when I was 8, back when I could barely do a jumping jack. I told him about my frustrations with sports and he just smiled and said, "Yeah, but sometimes you just keep playing, right?"

Right. 

And with that, I leave you. Nighty night and happy holidays. 

Decidophobia

I suffer from this disease.

It's called indecisivitis. 

So.. I can't make decisions about anything. From what I'm going to eat for breakfast to what I want to do with my life, there really are far too many choices to choose the right one. So because I can't choose one thing, what ends up happening? I end up choosing everything. Which is a terrible thing when I'm at a breakfast place and I end up ordering a stack of pancakes (two blueberry, one banana, one chocolate chip because THEY ALL SOUND SO TASTY), a giant omelet and a bagel because I can't make up my mind. Because... then I can't finish it and I feel like a bad person. True story.

I'm this way in all facets of life. Choosing a major? Holy moly. My head almost exploded. I've chosen a good one, I think. Finally. But OH MY GOD what am I going to do with it? I have no idea! Because in my lifetime, I want to do SO many things. Write a book, write a movie, play in a world cup, act in a movie, design my own shoe line, change the world in some way or another... yeah. A lot of things. I'm like a little kid I think. I want everything.

Here's the thing. I can't be the only one who doesn't know what I want to do post-college or for the rest of my college life, or-- let's be real here--even what I want to do tomorrow. So why not try everything I want to do? It'll be like a fun game. I'm going to go out in the world and try to find something by doing literally everything. Well, not literally. And I know there are some people out there who hate the overuse of the word "literally" but hey, that's the name of the blog. And you're missing the point.

Point is, college kids like you n' me don't really know what we want because we're not really supposed to. So I'm going to take a couple shots in the dark here. I have some goals. Some vague ideas of what I want to do. Thus begins my quest to become a soccerplayerdesignerartistwriteractressperson. Or something.


Even still... I'm just one person. My brain, I think is split into a bunch of people constantly fighting with one another... but still, yes I am just one person. Literally. See, it fits there. So, because I am just una persona, if you have something legit that you're doing POST IT POST IT POST IT. Yes, it will further agitate my decidophobia but still, I want to hear it. Because chances are, your story is awesome. 

So, here it goes. The journey of the undecided college student.

Yup.

Les go.