Can this get any better?

Well, I'm wondering if life could get any better? I've been hit with a shower of good luck this week! First, I got proposed and then I got a very unexpected call, at an unexpected hour from my former employer, asking me to come back to work! I'm so thrilled and excited, it seems like I couldn't ask for more! I know, I'll still be on the look out for something that befits me more, but it's great to leave the Unemployed hat for the moment being, and give my brain something to chew on! Maybe I won't be able to keep on blogging constantly but I'll still try to give an update on my incredible "Vie en Rose"!

and I said Yes!

I wouldn't have imagined in a million years, that one of my dreams would come true. Everything comes to me UNEXPECTED. Or maybe they don't but I'm not really Sherlock Holmes, so you get the idea. I think I'm still sort of dazed, or maybe it's the painkiller's side effect, I'm not sure. For one thing is, I feel DIFFERENT. I don't know, somewhere my inner 8 year-old-self seemed to have pouted and made a tremendous tantrum. And somewhere my rebellious old goth-loving teen persona just closed her room door and hang the DO NOT DISTURB sign. I guess I heard a crack, something coming out of a shell.. What is it? Could it be? Is it a new, young adult me? Suddenly the concept of compromising seems terribly scary, making me want to go back to my eight year-old-self, throw myself on my belly and watch Power Rangers and not worrying about anything at all...

Raining...

Well this is my first blog post, and I'm actually looking forward to using it. The reason I opened up a blog, is for therapeutic uses, I believe. I need to find some way to become immortal and not forgotten, and what better way this day and age than on the net.
In this cold, rainy and God-forsaken day, I am as to this moment, a 23 year old, female, Law School Graduate, and embarrassingly Unemployed. I think it is very hard to accept that last bit. Though I'm currently starting to accept the fact that I'm just running on some ill mannered luck. They say things could get worst, and they could, I agree.
I guess fear is starting to creep up and eat away my pink dreams and start to color wash my "Vie en Rose". I had so many dreams, you know? And now I'm afraid I'll fail to make them come true, and have to live a dreamless life.