Peek-a-Boo!

I bet you forgot you even followed this blog! I sure as hell forgot that I wrote it. Looking back through, I was pretty damn funny.

Man, I wish I was you so I could be reading this awesome blog.

I know I did a quick recap only a few posts ago, but seeing as that over a year ago, it doesn't hurt to do it again:

I landed my dream job at the world music magazine. Score!
I spent last summer in true British fashion at music festivals and have even more to look forward to this summer. Groovy.
I haven't been anywhere exciting all year, until last week when I went to Morocco. Yalla!
I have come down with a nasty cold thanks to my Atlas mountains hiking. *ACHOO!*
And by 'hiking', I mean causally walking. 
Finally, I had my camera nicked by some punk Moroccan boys. Fuckers.

So, no pictures for you!

You might ask, then, why I have returned to you after so long a wait. It's because I've decided I need a swankier blog. Something professional and mature to promote my journalism. Therefore, I'm going to need some kind of outlet for my crazy rantings. That's where you come in.

Welcome.

You know you're slowing turning British when you...

1. ...find yourself craving a good curry.

2. ...you apologise when someone steps on your toes or runs into to you.

3. ...write "apologise" rather than "apologize"

4. ...eat baked beans outside of a BBQ context.

5.  ...passive aggressively stare at the young man whose iPod is so loud you can hear his bad taste in music, or any other fellow passenger on your overstuffed, delayed Tube train.

6. ...stop whatever you are doing and stand in the sun the two times it comes out a year.

7. ...find yourself having a conversation about the weather more than three times a day.

8. ...have bought more than one umbrella in the past week.

9. ...get upset that someone had the indecency to throw themselves infront of a train when you're already running late.

10. ...know the exact date and china to be used at the Royal Wedding this year.

Am I doomed to a life of licking envelopes and sorting?

I turn 26 next week and as I slowly say goodbye to my "early twenties", I feel like I've been more or less running in place for the past few years.

I've finished my masters, but it was in just as useless a degree (ethnomusicology) as my undergrad (music performance). Unqualified for any job more complicated than admin assistant, I rejoiced at scoring my internship at a world music magazine. I love writing and I love world music. I seemed to finally be making headway. But alas, after finishing one month of a three month internship, I'm panicking once again. I will not be able to stay at the magazine and forge a career, but rather will have to find another job. The world, unfortuatnely, is not full of world music magazines and I'm at a loss of where to go next.

I could try to look for a publishing job, but I do not feel qualified having no journalism experience beyond my blogging and only a partially completed internship at a small magazine. Plus, I am not sure I want to leave the world music industry. I love going to concerts, hearing new music fresh off the press, and being generally involved in the music scene.

However, without another world music magazine to go to, I end up just as unqualified for anything as before the internship.

I have tried applying for a PhD (in ethnomusicology), but I think I'm just once again postponing this "unqualified" feeling as it is near impossible to become a lecturer (the only thing such a degree qualifies you for) afterwards.

So... A) does anyone have any suggestions and B) is anyone interested in hiring me for a job that requires more skill than licking envelopes?

TIme for an update

Just to get back in the habit of writing often, I've decided to give you a quick update. And I mean quick:

Finished/submitted MMus Dissertation. Rocked it.
Officially finished MMus degree. Kicked butt.
Doing work experience for World Music Network. Oh yeah.
Interning at Songlines Magazine. SHAWEET.
Making almost no money. Pretty sad.
Applying for PhD's in Ethnomusicology. Not so sweet.
Generally, rocking at life. Win.

7 months? That's NOTHING! Stop whining.

So...7 months ago I said I was going to keep updating this blog. And haven't written anything since.

I'm not good at following through on things...

I did figure out my problem, however. Because I do regulary update my other project Nomad's Playlist, I am always logged in on that account. I can't be asked to log out and re-log in on this account only to re-log out and re-log in. It's because I'm lazy. L-A-Z-Y.

I have fixed the problem. It's called different browsers (aka magic). I'm logged in on one account on Firefox and the Safari for the other. It's a miracle! No logging in/out and re-logging in/out! I'm fricking brilliant. BRILLIANT!
Sometimes I feel like I should be on a Guiness commercial. 

Basically, I'm summing up that, as always, I'm awesome and that this time I really will be around more often...if anyone is still reading this.

Oh. And P.S. If you haven't starting following Nomad's Playlist, you might as well live in a cave.

It's got a new look and everything!


Tah!

Holy Crap. I'm still awesome.

Hey Everyone! I know it's been so long since I've really written anything. I've been so consumed by my new project, Nomad's Playlist. (If you haven't already gone over to my new blog and followed, prepare to feel my wrath!)

Anywho.

Don't worry. I'm still around and will still try to update this blog. I know you might of cried a little when you thought I was gone. But I'm here for you.

My first post back: More proof of my awesomeness. In the spirit of the World Cup, I thought I'd share with everyone the fact that I too am a footballer. Yes that's right. I know. I am awesome.

I'm the cute one just to the left of the ball. I win....or rather, I won. That year my team one the Championship. Woot.

These things all tend to happen at once, don't they?

As you begin to learn is the pattern the longer you live, everything in my life is changing at the same time.

Exams and courses are over and so are the much appreciated, forced interaction with the wonderful people from my courses.
My relationship has ended and I once again find myself single and in a desperate search for myself.
I am moving again for what will be my third home since I moved to London 8 months ago.

However, don't get me wrong. I'm not lamenting these changes necessarily. I have always been addicted to change. I've dyed my hair every color under the sun and I've moved every chance I get-- just confirming how much I need change.

Regardless, I do find myself anxious and with far more time on my hands without a boyfriend and without classes. I've decided that I'm going to get back into dancing. I still have all my costume stuff in my closest that hasn't been touched since I unpacked it in Sept. But looking back on all the fun I had, I think last year, I think its about time I pick it back up. :)