Making the Impossible a Possibility

Archive for February, 2011

La Musica.

Lately, I’ve begun to change things a bit and spice up my iTunes playlists. It’s amazing how many artists I’ve found through talking to people throughout the world and just by finding links on YouTube and things my friends have given me.

In personal choice, I love to listen to indie/electronica/steampunk music. Luckily for me, I watch ftfk {or for those who don’t know these lovely girls; forever the five kids} on YouTube, and Ally and Deidre always give me new artists I like just by watching their videos.

So, what’s playing through my tracks right now?

Elliot Smith and his lovely mellow vocals.

The Killers and their meaningful lyrics and lovely indie style.

Panic! At The Disco and their awesome steampunk… the new song, Ballad of Mona Lisa, is just… words can’t describe it.

Some of my friends from Germany also sent me a lovely new genre of music I haven’t heard of… house is an unusual mix of dance beats with such instruments as the bongos and synth.

This was really just a filler post, but I’m terribly sorry I haven’t blogged for a week or so. I have many more posts coming, and am ready to get back into the swing of things!

Happy Hump Day, everyone! Ahh.. aren’t Wednesdays just great? šŸ˜€



So, I’ve been kinda following along with the Post-A-Day challenges WordPress set up for this year’s brave bloggers. As any of you that have been following me know, I attempted the Post-A-Day challenge.

I knew that it wouldn’t work out.

But I’ve been trying to follow some of the topic posts that have been popping up on my Twitter feed. Some of them are just absurd to me, like today’s topic of teleportation. I guess that is what keeps bloggers interested in keeping up with the challenge, but I would just feel really awkward about writing about that. Then again, this blog has nothing to do with that sort of nonsense. What I really want to write about is the dream job.

I could really write about anything for this. If you have gathered any sort of insight on my person, it is obvious that I’d love to be a writer. I want to work with words and sit and type out glorious stories with heroines and the struggle to tough it out with everyday problems, as well as those that seem impossible. I still do not know if I will even be able to become an author, for I obviously am a writer. Anyone can be a Writer, as long as they have the will to continue doing what they love. An author, and yet even further a successful author, is quite a differentĀ  species altogether.

I also am striving to be a teacher. I am currently debating between French and English. French, because I love the language and culture and want to try to perfect my view of the entirety of French as much as I possibly can. And English, because I adore reading and love writing and would love to share all that I hope for and learn with eager, as well as not-so-eager children.

But then to the topic of the dream job. If I were to be completely selfish, I would wish to be a best selling author, similar to that of the wonderful J.K. Rowling. But in all honesty, my dream job would be something dealing with community service.

I would love to spend five to ten years in Africa, working with the children there and talking with the people. I would love to help in Latin America, or Europe, or Asia, or anywhere else where I could learn about other cultures while helping others.

I do not thinkĀ  that will be possible with the career I am trying to achieve, but there are many ways I can hope to affect those who are working in my place with those dream jobs. I have the uttermost deepest and strongest respect for those compassionate and understanding individuals.

So that, my dear readers, would be my ultimate dream job.