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Sunday, June 17, 2012

Daydream believer

The way I see it dreams, and by dreams I mean the grand goals an plans we have laid out for our ideal futures, not the weird release of subconscious energy that happens when we were asleep. Anyway. They way I see it dreams are good for one of two things. Dreams either inspire and motivate us, helping us pick ourselves up by our bootstraps and strive for a better tomorrow thereby making it possible for us to make it through our trials and tribulations and hope for something more. Or. They confirm that life really is just one big shit storm and your are always going to be a disappointment even to yourself. I think that it's one or the other based on where we are and if life is looking up, sort of down, or really epically down. At any rate dreams are a thing most people have, and I am no exception I am here today to  detail my ultimate dream, the big one, where I want to my life to end up. That way when you check on me sometime in the future I can realize how little I've actually accomplished.

So lets jump ahead five years shall we? I'm 26, probably still super single, but totally rocking that single life. I'm an occupational therapist, have been for 2 years now. I'm working as a traveling occupational therapist. I move to a town, work for 6ish weeks, and then move to a new town. It's pretty bad ass. I get to see pretty much all of America this way, staying in all the hip cities, doing all the cool stuffs that there is to do in this fine country. I also have an impeccable wardrobe. And lots of friends, because talking to people and making friends has become easy and my social anxieties are all gone. When I'm not going and doing cool things with my cool (and by cool I mean witty, sarcastic haters of general society like myself) friends I am playing my bass guitar. Because I have a bass guitar, and can play it, really well. Now lets go a little farther into the future, say another 2-3 years in the future. I've settled down by this time. Somewhere really cool, like San Francisco, or Seattle, or somewhere west coasterly. I have a boyfriend/husband, who likes me quite a bit. In fact we are thinking of settling down and popping out rugrats. I am playing my bass guitar in a cool band, also singing backup vocals because that pesky stage fright thing is gone. I'm still an occupational therapist, but a stationary one, working at a school or state hospital helping the marginalized. I am also super duper in shape because I jog now, and like it. Aaaand scene.

Ok, There it is, that's my life dream. Don't mock me, or judge me if none actually happens. I mean if even some of it happens my life is going to be pretty awesome right? And now that all the blogging world that doesn't read this can bear witness to my dreams the pressure is on to actually achieve it. Ready... break.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

It Runs in the Family

So as many of you may not know I am spending this summer with my dear younger brother Andrew. He has  job in Salt Lake, I have a job and school and a life in Salt Lake. It just made sense. Some people may be thinking "You're whaaaat? Jessica won't living with your brother create so much strife and tension in your life that you and your brother will eventually explode creating an impassible chasm in what was once a healthy and mostly working relationship? It's one thing seeing him when you are at home and chilling together when you are at family functions, but actually living with your brother? Are you insane?" Well, I probably am insane, but that's a whole other issue that is in no way dependent on my current state of familial cohabitation. Actually my brother and I get along really well. Either that or we are both so busy and see each other so rarely that we are able to repress our rage and hatred really well. But I think it's the former. I mean we hang out and stuff. He has met most of my friends, and he has no friends in the SLC so I have met none of his. It's a really good thing we have going. So good in fact that I have become inspired to jot down a list of things we both do really really well, probably because of genetics.

The duck face shows how cool we are
  1. Taking naps, especially of the mid to late afternoon variety. Seriously we are both world class nap takers. I just got up from an hour and a half long snooze, and my brother is still in his room asleep. Yesterday he got up from a 3 hour rendezvous in dreamland thinking he had slept through the whole night. His disorientation was adorable. I don't know if this extreme napping has to do with lack of sleep, some sort of anemia, or a recessive hibernation gene that probably means we are related to bears, but we have this napping thing DOWN. Go team Swensen!
  2. Looking alike. Apparently this is a thing, because whenever we go to some sort of public gathering people feel the need to mention it.  Comments like "wow Jessica you look just like your brother," or "are you two twins?" are totally normal and expected.  So expected in fact that I have planned witty my responses that go "yeah it's almost like we're related," and "yes we are, identical twins in fact." I personally don't see it. I mean sure we look like siblings but I wouldn't say that my brother is like a dude version of me, or I am like a chick version of my brother. Which I have heard, often, and have yet to figure out whether to be insulted. I've included a picture to let you decide, and to add color to this post. 
  3. Blogging. I don't know if we both do this well, but, well, we do it. My brothers blog  "I live with my sister now" is his completely falsified account of our, or more specifically my, summer exploits. And I have this little thing. Just so we're clear I actually did have human friends over and don't know anyone named Ralph. But hey whatever makes him happy.
  4. Being hilarious. Am I tooting our horn right now? Yes. But gosh darn it people find us amusing I swear. Seriously the words "funniest people ever" have been used to describe the comic stylings of the Swensen Siblings. I'm thinking we should go on the road.
And that's about it. Yup, at the end of the day my brother and I live together so well because we're funny bloggers who take long naps and look so much a like that the thought of harming the other person would just seem like self injury. Maybe it's not much, but it's what we have.