it's the universe, mannn.

my sister's believes that the universe takes care of you when you take care of yourself. i think this makes her a hippie. but her theory may be correct. life does tend to click when you make yourself a priority. the 'high's' that i previously discussed all hit when you are the largest portion on your plate. for a while, i made myself the vegetables that you don't want to eat and mush in with other food or fling across the room at said older sister.

i'm trying to do something for myself daily, particularly while i am unemployed, so that i don't fall into the same trap i did over the summer. my last round of job hunting, which started in May, was particularly taxing because i hadn't been unemployed/not interning since i was 16. i went a little stir crazy. i would sit at my computer, blasting out cover letters and resumes to the masses, personally telling these hundreds of companies that we were mutually eachothers 'best fit.' surprisingly, this gave me little impetus to leave my apartment. many summer days were wasted in front of my lap top, trying to tweak what 'i was doing wrong.'

"it's the economy, stupid!"

i wasn't doing anything wrong, but a lot of my life got out of balance. the only way i was connected to PR was through the work i was voluntarily doing, which thank goodness i was. i gained weight, my stubborn skin broke out again, there was little reason to open the blinds in my apartment, and i was stuck alone with my head.

so this time i am taking control. forcing myself to leave the apartment is half the battle, because once i'm out there, i get to go play in new york city :) once i devised this plan, i got a job interview--for later today. i'm actually nervous, but that's a different post for a different time.

yesterday i went to take pictures in central park. it was beautiful, and also disgusting. it was probably not in the best interest of my immune system, my footwear, or my camera, but i think it was still in my overall best interest.

the universe (and my awesome friend Lindsay) totally responded, maaaan. (insert marijuana intake here). i got a phone inquiring if i wanted to go see john mayer for free/the price of a few beers at Madison Square Garden. i got the phone call five minutes before doors were opening. I. Heart. Manhattan. i was there 45 minutes later, including a hair straightening between the phone call and my arrival. and by was there i mean i was in the 18th row, singing Vultures and dancing to myself.

i have only been to Madison Square Garden for one other concert in my life which was also unexpectedly awesome in a somewhat more planned way. that concert, nearly a year-and-a-half beforehand, marked the start of the traditional calling of my cousin Elisabeth during every concert, coverband, crappy bar houseband, etc. she and i are somewhat musical soulmates. it was with great anticipation i awaited the dialing.

it is generally accepted that John Mayer is an asshole. or at the very least has said some asshole things, including racial slurs and his search for the "Joshua Tree of vaginas." he's lucky he picked Joshua Tree because every other U2 album sucks. i may not have seen him if he had said 'Zooropa' i may not have gone to his show. at one point in his amazing set, he said that "he never meant to sound like an asshole, but that there are a lot of assholes who have said that, so he understands." this sparked two thoughts. first, if he is an asshole, which i think he is, he's at least a real person of an asshole, which i can at least accept. second, shut up and go back to singing. it's like tiger woods...go play golf! they are both the best at what they do, so go do it.

i am rarely speechless, especially when it comes to musicians, but there are few words to describe the level of awesome that resonated from the stage. and i mean awesome as in i was actually in awe, not like the 1993 skateboarding terms (which is also when U2's 'Zooropa' came out I think...definitely NOT awesome).

what an evening. i guess i owe Lindsay and the universe a big thanks. oh and john mayer's not too bad either.

-k.