“You can plan a pretty picnic, but you can’t predict the weather!”
–Ms. Jackson, Outkast
This blog is in dire need of updating! So…HELLO, AGAIN. It’s been a couple of months since I’ve checked up. I’ve had some time to collect myself. The recession has indeed had palpable affects on the American people. Albeit an American by way of naturalization, I am a prime example of what the situation has forced many young adults to become: out-of-school, out-of-work, bored and broke consumers. Smh. The economic fiasco “hit young people especially hard,” according to USA Today. The piece also included irritating statistics that showed how times were once oh-so-good to us youngin’s.
Only 47.6% of people ages 16 to 24 had jobs in August, the lowest level since the government began keeping track in 1948, according to the Labor Department. By Comparison, 62.8% of that age group was employed in August 2000.
–USA Today, Sept. 7, 2010, “Driest spell yet for summer work”
That’s just pathetic!
Anyways, as that Outkast quote says, things can’t always go your way. In times of struggle and hardship our best selves come out! I’m keeping myself occupied, learning the layout of a new land (especially, in the arts). I totally neglected Raleigh over the past four years in Chapel Hill. There is life outside of UNC, kids! Oh, and New York too! (I used to be obsessed with the idea of a NY life. I’ll get there in time, of course.) I’ve also learned that the two things I obsess over are quite valuable qualities. One, I’m an obsessive planner. And, I mean I will take every detail into account!! And, two, I am obsessed with discovering music. I don’t make any, sadly, but I love it. And, uh, this chick knows how to cut a rug. Okay!
After many requests for music suggestions from friends, I’m starting to post track lists of the most recent compilations that I make. What better way to converge my two obsessions but to plan playlists of stuff I love to hear?
The best place to groove to music, I find, is my car. My sweet li’l 2001 Chevy Cavalier haha. And, one of my favorite sensations is popping in a CD for the first listen. It’s my zone. When you’re in my passenger seat, you will experience the essence of me, pure Ceciliahood. The cracked windshield, broken knobs and strange car noises are all part of the experience, haha. I’ve got to admit, though. What really put me over to start these posts was the valet dude at Buku, jamming to my mixed CD as he was driving my baby around the corner of Wilmington Street.
So, anyway, here I go. Hope you enjoy!