Like chain-mail with ASCII art was to AOL in 1999, lists of somethings-a-day are to all the social networking sites of today. We’re all guilty of it. Pinterest. A pin a day. Tumblr. A reblog a day. Instagram. A photo a day.

And, we’ve all tried. Most have failed. I certainly have. Especially at this:

Well, atleast at the ASCII part [ch-chiinng!]. Too much? [And total cred to Creative Studios…never in a million years could I make ASCII art like…that.]

But, in all seriousness, it’s nice to be able to do a list of something a day and check it off. Especially if you live an abnormal life of no consistency and want to feel better about the small successes.

So, I am wanting to start a something-a-day for my life. And not necessarily an internet something-a-day, but something that sparks creativity for me. Tina has her nails and cats. Bailey has the entirety of NYC, and Katlyn has marriage and the baby M. So perhaps I’ll start a Julie Powell thing…only, much lessy whiny.

I suppose I just need to find direction as I move towards that large apple of a city in the sky [not Heaven]. So..what’ll it be? A Sketch-a-Day…Recipe-a-Day…Watercolor Painting-a-Day…Spanish Word-a-Day…ehh…Break a plate-a-Day…Ride a rollercoaster-a-Day…Buy a plane ticket-a-Day…I shall keep you all updated with the thrilling details!

I’m hoping it will take over all the social networks.

_______-a-day cheers,

~heather

Hi-O! Heather here and sorry I have been missing in action for awhile. I had a weird accident concerning my scooter and a large, awkward sandwich board [I’ll post more information on that once I’ve gained my pride back.]

In other news! This song has been on repeat for me for awhile now and of course anything with ‘Booty’ in the name is automatically melon-approved.

And those saucy, shaking melons from the 1920s at 0:28 really make me feel glad feelings.

Keep swinging those bottoms and melons,

~heather

You know what’s inspired me this week? Industrial strength plastic wrap. Yep, guys. That’s the one.

                                   [Courtesy of amazon.com]

Not that flimsy little cheap-ass stuff you buy at the Dollar Store that no one remembers years down the road, but the INDUSTRIAL stuff that wraps those lemons like no one’s watching, that covers those cookies to keep ‘em from the kids, and that protects that pie from the flies like it’s going out of style. Yes. Industrial plastic wrap DOES NOT mess around.

And it is those very actions of industrial plastic wrap that are uncannily kin to how I’ve been feeling towards Melon Sauce this week. This is my second post. And honestly, I like to think of it as my second blog post in my ‘adult’ life [truly deep stuff, here, guys]. Yes, I have had some former blogs [shameless plug coming], such as ohmystarswishes.tumblr.com [ACHIEVED!], where I like to chronicle and reblog things which inspire me.

I have had a Mindsay [COPYRIGHT, 2004] as a freshman in college, and years and years and years ago on AOL, I think I had a third blog. But none of those matter here, except ohmystarswishes.tumblr.com. [More shameless plugging.] That one does matter. It matters yesterday, today, and forever. Live it.   

Moving along. It’s hard. It’s hard to go about your day. Your jobs. Your blogging. You often think “Yah, I’d love to write about it.”

“Oh that’s very clever, Heather! Write that!”

“Of course! Brilliancy, dear! What a great post that will be later!”

And then, you don’t. You just don’t get to it. Other stuff steps right in the way. I, personally, work at a theatre and, for the most part, I adore my job there. I also hold a second job as a server in a super-urban-hippie-Downtown-Knoxville-restaurant.

All of that said, I don’t have much down time. Let’s be real, I don’t have any down time. I am working like the Trojan Horse. Trojan Horse Kitty? 

Too much of a stretch in metaphor? Perhaps. [But thank you, Etsy!]

All of this aside,I am working a tremendous amount so that when I get to NYC this summer, I WON’T have to work like this. And from that, I am hoping and believing and wishing in great and wonderful rewards. I am hoping that I will be able to settle into New York and find a job [let’s be real…job[s!]] that I enjoy and not that I have out of sheer need. I am wishing for so many wonderful things for this blog and for my friends on it. And I am believing in myself during all of it. Of course, that all sounds totally cliché, but…would industrial plastic wrap care?

No. No it wouldn’t. It wouldn’t care. It just does it. It does the job[s]. It doesn’t care what the flimsy Dollar General plastic wrap thinks of it, it just goes on wrappin’ those lemons. And cookies. And pie.

All while doing other things.

Food for thought. Or food coverings for thought. <3

~Heather

I love the 1998 movie Godzilla. Yes, the Matthew Broderick film that turned Godzilla from a dueling fire-breathing hellion from Japan into a tremendous egg-laying asexual reptile that simply knocked out building windows with her [!?] tail.

Love. It.

It might be the fact that The Wallflowers had a hit on the soundtrack. I loved Jakob Dylan more than all the collective Beiber fans today.

It might be Jean Reno. Love that man.

[Courtesy of IMDB…not Godzilla, however]

Or it might be the fact that my twelve year old self at the time was projecting on the idea of the world being a bit unjust.

It was probably the former[s].

But the injustice of the movie clearly moves me. Imagine that you, yourself get up one morning [don’t concentrate on the fact that your home might be thirteen leagues under the sea] and decide to go on a walk. A leisurely stroll. And you do. No one questions you for it, you find it pleasurable, and might even pet a few neighborhood cats on the way.

[Godzilla neighborhood cats?]

Sounds lovely.

Well, in my twelve year old mind, that is exactly what Godzilla herself wanted to do. Go on a damn walk.

Could she help it that she was too big and the place she chose to walk around in did not fit her walking needs?

No.

[New York = too tiny!]

Could she help it that her tail kept knocking into sky scrapers and threatening the lives of the tiny human beings fleeing around her?

No.

[Gives perspective of what ants think of us humans].

Could she help it that the only suitable nest for her spawn was Madison Square Gardens?

No.

[Still waiting on the sequel, yo].

She just wanted to walk. Get some fresh air. Take a break from the giant squid that was throwing too many coral reef parties. A girl needs her space.

I’m finding much of this in my life right now. As I am preparing to make the largest move of my life to NYC in the coming months, I’m terrified. But in this moment, what do I find comforting? Godzilla. Get it, girl.

What a role model.

But seriously, [Warning! Cheesy analogy coming!] Godzilla didn’t let that stop her. She just walked.

So this blog with three of my dear friends is a chance for me to walk [Boom! Cheese analogy accomplished!].

Hello, my name is Heather. I am the 25 year old Knoxvlle dwelling girl on this blog and from me you’ll probably see too many references to old Hollywood movies and wishes to be a sexy giant lizard walking around New York City [coming summer 2012!]

Play on, Matthew Broderick. Play on.

~Heather