October Playlist

I wasn't feeling too into this month music-wise. This playlist has a lot of individual songs that work well alone but maybe not too well as a cohesive list, so keep that in mind when listening. Also, don't write off that German song-- it's great.

Hopefully November's will be better, but knowing me, it's going to be all Christmas music. See you then!

Baseball, I Already Miss You

Baseball, it's been a good season. I can't believe you're already over. I'm going to miss your day games and your goofy men. Your hot dogs and grand slams. I'm going to miss everything.

But most of all, I'm going to miss this postseason. Let me tell you, this was some of the best baseball I have ever seen. I mean, just Game 7 last night was some "wake your kids up" baseball. It rekindled a love that wasn't necessarily dwindling but definitely wasn't the same as it had been earlier in my life. It was the most exciting game of baseball I have ever seen.

Yes, the NBA is back, and I am so, so thankful for that. Nothing will replace baseball though.

See you later, baseball. February can't come soon enough.

A Crazy Girl's Guide to 1989

Today is the day! Today is the day! Taylor Swift's new album is out! Today is the day! Let me tell you, 1989 is top notch, A+, 10/10, would recommend. This album is so wonderful I can't even review the whole thing at once, so you know what, I'm reviewing it track by track. Let's do this.

Okay, when I first heard this song last week, I wasn't too into it. But now? I am so, so in love. It's like this anthem for new beginnings, and I am currently in a weird new beginning. I'm going to blast this song for the rest of my life.

This song is very different than anything I have ever heard before (or at least in a really long time). It's a perfect mellow pop song. I love how some of the lines start out kind of choppy and then turn into something super smooth. Taylor knows how to suck people into an album. I am so hooked there's no hope for me anymore. Save yourselves.

This song started out kind of different. I like this. It's like music you would hear playing in the background of a movie where the main character is on their way to go do something that probably isn't the best for them. Like, it kind of sounds dangerous? I'm not super in love with this song yet, but it has been growing on me all day. I do love the chorus.

My jam is finally here. I'm in love with this song. I love the repetition in the chorus. I love that it has incredibly simple lyrics to learn for extreme car singing. I love that it's about Harry Styles without it being mean to Harry, because I love him too. Anyway, I'm in love with this song, and I don't see that changing anytime soon.

I don't really have a lot to say about this song. Just know that I really like it. It's a pretty easy-going pop song. It's not as upbeat as Shake it Off by any means, but it's not a ballad either. It's a good middle. It's been growing on me with each listen. Other than that, not much to say but I like it. 

Speaking of Shake it Off! Here it is! I still love how upbeat and fun this song is. To read more about my feelings toward the song, check it out here! By the way, still in love with the word hella.

When the music first started it sounded like a One Directions song. Anyway, I like the song. I don't have a lot more to say though. I like the contrast between the verses and the chorus. It's been growing on me a lot.

This is the anthem that I need in this album. Taylor is pissed at Katy Perry, and I love the musical product of that feud. Really, Katy screwed her over and my ears are reaping all of the rewards. I mean, "Band-aids don't fix bullet holes" is pretty intense.

Finally! A slower song! Wildest Dreams is one of my favorites on the album. It sounds a lot like the music could have been Lorde's but now Taylor is singing over it. It's awesome. I feel like Taylor and I are on the same page with men too (except, you know, she'll get that guy and I'll still be sitting here trying to write a blog).

This is my absolute favorite song of the album. It sounds like it could be in this super cheesy, but wonderful, romantic comedy when everything finally works out for the couple. I've listened to the entire album probably five times today, but I've listened to this song about twenty times on it's own. I've listened to it three times just writing this, and it's not because I'm a slow typer. I'm going to be loving this song for the next decade.

We've got another super slow song going on here. I really like this. It's so nice and easy-going. I could listen to this forever.

Okay, this song is cool. It sounds pretty different than everything elses. I love, love, love the chorus. I can't quite put my finger out on what else I love about this song, but overall, it's great.

I think this song uses an xylophone? I don't know, but I like it. I think it's the perfect ending to the album. We started out all super happy and excited, but at the end of the day we just want to feel safe and at home.

This album is perfect. I'm obviously not very good at reviewing things, but hey, at least I gave you new lyrics to love! Definitely check this album out as soon as you possibly can. Taylor definitely does not disappoint.

Every Strike Brings Me Closer to a Home Run

Today I finally bit the bullet. I was going to stop putting things off and being scared and finally start applying for sport (mostly baseball) internships and entry level jobs. Can we talk about how nerve wracking this is? I have an extreme fear of being inadequate, but how will I know I'm not a good fit for something if I don't even try? Anyway, here I go, applying for positions literally all over the country, and hoping somebody will at least like me enough to give me an interview.

Hopefully one of these inevitable strikes leads me to a home run, and hopefully I'll be able to put up a real blog post soon.

Life as a Professional Scared Person

To some people I am this super cool, super confident person. I don't have a cre in the world and am hilarious to boot. But, really, I'm not like that. I am a Professional Scared Person. Check my LinkedIn. You'll see it there. Okay, don't check my LinkedIn, but you get the point. I have so much fear inside of me, and I try my best to disguise it because God forbid somebody actually know that I have no clue what I'm doing.

Today I wanted to share what life is like as a Professional Scared Person or as a PSP as we will call it from now on.

In the morning, this here PSP wakes up thinking that she has missed everything important that could have ever happened throughout the day. In reality, I missed like two text messages and maybe an email from some store telling me something is now twenty percent off.

Then I make food. What if I start making something and then don't have all of the ingredients? What am I doing? What if I set the house on fire?

Lately I've been making some phone calls after breakfast (usually brunch) and breathing exercises before each phone call is a must. Talking on the phone makes me so, so nervous, and I don't know why. They're especially difficult when I am trying to follow-up places for a job. I don't want to sound stupid, but here I am.

For the rest of the day I am usually applying for more jobs. Let me tell you, there is no greater villain in the PSP world than the cover letter. What do I put to not sound stupid and sound maybe kind of qualified? How do they want me to send this? Will they know that I cried from stress while writing this?

Sometimes I do some fun things that don't make me scared like taking a walk or reading. I thrive when I'm alone, but I also love being around people. It's hard, but the only thing I can do is learn to deal with my issues and keep on moving. Being a Professional Scared Person isn't all that bad once you learn how to work through it.

Now, is anybody else out there a Professional Scared Person, or am I just completely irrational? Let me know!

Awkward.

Today we're going to talk about the most awkward night of college, because really, nothing says awkward like a Sunday night. Okay, maybe a lot of things do, but here we go.

Anyway, one Friday night one of my friends wanted to take me to the best pizza place near UCF, Lazy Moon. Huge slices of pizza, for reasonable prices. When I say huge, I mean bigger than your entire head huge. So, my friend wanted me to go with her. I was obviously down to go. Little did I know, she had left tiny bits and pieces out of the plans for that night.

Several hours later, it's finally time to get pizza. My friend comes to pick me up and there's somebody else in the car. I was confused. I barely knew this girl, but apparently I was getting pizza with her now! I'm all for making new friends, but I would like to know when I'm going to be making new friends, you know?

We get to Lazy Moon and two other guys show up to eat with us. Mind you, I had met these two other people, but I definitely was not hang out friends with these people. Well, now I am. Anyway, the four other people at this table were already really good friends. So now I'm sitting at this table incredibly awkward and quiet, because I am not actually friends with these other people.

We finish the pizza. I have made it through this meal. It is time to go home. Ha, that's what I thought. Now we are going to the one of the boys' apartment. At this point, I'm just going with it. What else could be thrown at me at this point? Turns out there was a reggae loving roommate that was there. He decided he was going to come out and chat everyone up. Which is fine but it was just weird to me, because I was already so uncomfortable.

After awhile videogames were brought out, and somehow I was playing Battleship with the friend who invited me to pizza to begin with. Now original friend and I decide to start exploring the apartment. Turns out, it was the apartment of a guy I kind of had a crush on but also really didn't like, if that makes any sense at all.

Now, reggae roommate decides to teach my friend and I how to cook from the college cookbook which was kind of weird because it was like one in the morning. Then out of nowhere, one of the boys has a guitar. He's singing Kid Cudi's "Pursuit of Happiness" and I am so confused. What is going on? How did I get here? Can I go home now?

It comes to a point in the night where it's time to go home. Then another girl shows up to the apartment. I guess it's time to sit back down, because I'm going to be here for awhile. This girl has the worst attitude. She walks in like she owns the place, and wastes no time to make people feel bad for not catering to her. This was the peak of awkwardness, I think.

Finally, an hour later we leave. We blast Taking Back Sunday on the way home, and I quickly go to bed to pretend that night never happened. Of course it did, but thankfully, I was not stuck in that uncomfortable of a situation again.

Have you gone through an awkward moment where you couldn't wait to leave? Let me know!

Saturday Seven

This has been kind of a different week for me. I don't really know what to think of it, but tomorrow is a new day. I can't wait for what it has to hold. Now here we go with this week's Saturday Seven.

1. Say what you want about T. Swift, but I love her. I think she's very talented and clearly knows how the music industry works. She's great. Check out this cover of Vance Joy's "Riptide" that she did for BBC Radio 1.

2. It's a whole month into football season, and I could not be enjoying it more. Other than the amazing Knights of UCF, I'm loving watching Mississippi State. It seems like they came out of nowhere. Anyway, apparently they have cowbell etiquette? Check out this article to see what I'm talking about.

3. Bill Hader is hosting SNL this weekend! I've missed him and Stefon. Make sure to watch!

4. This is wonderful. Malala Yousafzai won the Nobel Peace Prize this week at 17! Crazy! When I was 17 I was too busy wondering whether or not I'd have a date to prom. But check this out. Despite her winning this prestigious award, she still has her priorities in check.

5. Is anybody else watching the ALCS? The Orioles and Royals are singlehandedly making losers love baseball again. Kansas City leads the series 2-0 right now, but I wouldn't count Baltimore out just yet. The next game is Monday at 8:00.

6. Hockey is back!

7. 

Things I Don't Understand

So, I'm writing this from my phone, but I'll clean it up later. Just a little disclaimer for whomever may see this. I just have a few words to say about things I don't understand in the world.

Okay. I don't understand why people, whenever they may be in a bad mood, automatically feel like they need to bring everybody else down. I don't know, but I try to separate myself from being in a bad mood as quickly as possible and be happy as soon as I can. That just doesn't work for some people though, and I kind of feel bad for them.

That's it. That's all I had to say. Goodbye! I'll make this nicer in the morning, but I'm going to bed right now.

This Cardiac Kid is Tired

Tonight my beloved UCF Knights battled BYU in a Thursday night college football stunner. I am almost completely sure that this team is taking years off of my life. For example, in just the last few minutes of this game: UCF snapped the ball low so JJ Worton fell on it; Shawn Moffitt missed a field goal sending the game into overtime; and then of course overtime is a huge heart attack in itself. 

I love UCF. Don't get me wrong on that, but I'm tired. After last season where it seemed like all of the games were won within the last three minutes, I was hoping this season would maybe go a little smoother? I mean, close games are so incredibly exciting but week after week is exhausting. I don't want my being a Cardiac Kid (Yeah, that's the name of UCF fans now.) to turn into real life, actual cardiac arrest.

All I want in life is a huge UCF won blowout. Is that too much to ask?

Let's Stop Getting Weird

Today was probably one of the weirder days I have had in awhile. I mean, I can't put my finger to something and say, "That! That was what made everything off!" It was literally everything. Truly, I don't know what threw all of it into a tailspin, but let's talk about some stuff that happened.

Last night I didn't sleep. At all. Not even for a second. I'm practically falling asleep right now, but I wanted to make this blog post and need to send a resume to somebody before I even think about calling it quits for the night. But, anyway. I love sleeping. When I had a hardcore cold I wasn't sleeping, but that's because I was coughing all night. This though? This was just pure me lying in "bed" not being able to seal the deal with Mr. Sandman. It was horrible.

Then after I declared myself awake around 8:30 this morning. I went for a run/walk thing. Probably the weirdest thing of the day. I did my 1.10 miles in 20 minutes. That was by no means a good time, but, hey, it happened.

So I got home from my run/walk and I decided to take a shower. Guess who almost passed out? That's right-- me. I have a history with lightheadedness and vertigo, but this was just, you guessed it, weird.

Finally it's time for my nap. The most normal part of my day. I was able to somehow get in a good three hours before my interview this afternoon. It definitely helped the bags under my eyes that I named Coach and Chanel. If they're going to be seen, they might as well be designer.

Now I go to my interview. It lasted maybe ten minutes. I was asked about my availability, whether I had reliable transportation or not, how I deal with stressful situations (and maybe three sub-questions like it), and what superpower I would choose and why. That was pretty much it. Did I do well? I could not even tell you. But then, get this, the lady interviewing me had the most awkward handshake ever. That was the weirdest part.

Next it was on to my grandma's house for my birthday dinner and cake. But before I got there, I received a response to an email I had replied to earlier in the day. Last night I responded to an ad needing a receptionist. This morning I received a reply saying that the position I had applied for had been filled (What? It was posted yesterday.) but an option to become his personal assistant was available. I had replied asking what the duties would be totally thinking it was for the company. No. He wanted a personal assistant to get his mail and stuff. No, thank you. Bye.

Now I'm home. Nothing super unusual happened at dinner, but what even was this day? While one of these things would warrant a confused, "Okay," and some side-eye, all of it together just didn't make sense. Who knows what was up. Here's to hoping that I get that job and that tomorrow throws me some good vibes.

Day 1

I know that the first day of the next year of you life is technically your birthday, but I have never seen it that way. I have always been one to think of your birthday as a celebration for completing the last year of your life. Like, "Hey, you did it. You made it! CONGRATULATIONS!" While technically a year older, I'm still saying goodbye to the last. I need that one extra day to process everything that has happened. Now today is October 7th. The celebration is over, and now I am ready to start my 21st year.

Here's to being twenty-one. This is the first year where literally everything is up in the air. Where will I be living when I turn twenty-two? What will I be doing? Who will I be doing? Just kidding. Who will my friends be? How many baseball games have I been to? I don't have school anymore, so I am free to do whatever I want.

This would be the part where a lot of people put goals for the year. And, all I have to say is, this ear I want to be better. I'm not going to make a set plan or anything. I'm just going to live. I've spent so long following such a set plan thinking I was going to become better in the end. For the most part, the plans have worked. But now, it's up to me, and I am going to attack whatever may come my way head on. So my only plan is to better myself, and however that may happen, is however it happens. I'm going to come out of this even better than how Taylor Swift's 22 makes me feel. 

Here we go, twenty-one. I can't believe you're already here, because it seems like I've been wanting you for the past two years. It's Day 1 of of becoming who I want to be, so let's go have fun.

Saturday Seven

I'm not even completely sure what I did this week. It was so full of nothing that the week kind of just flew by. Anyway, here's the Saturday Seven.

1. I've become pretty in love with SourceFed Nerd this past week. Check out some of their videos here!

2. UCF did their own rendition of "Shake it Off." I'm not completely sure how I feel about it, but I see so many people that I know!

3. Speaking of UCF, we won this week!

4. I know I'm only turning 21 on Monday, but as I read this list, I couldn't help but want to be 22 already.

5. Is anybody else watching The Voice right now? Adam and Blake's bromance is better than ever, and Gwen and Pharell are fitting right in. I love this show. Everybody should watch it!

6. Check out this Tumblr! Lili Chin has all of the different dog breeds drawn out, and they are so, so cute. Maybe even buy a print from her if you want!

7. Little Spoon, also known as Reese Witherspoon, is my new best friend. I love this interview with Vogue.

Farewell, Captain!

I totally wanted to post this last Friday, but as we all know, I didn't have internet. I'm kind of proud of it, so here I am posting super late feelings about a baseball player that is now, officially, retired. Let's do this.

Okay, so just by the title of this post, it's clear that this is going to be about Derek Jeter. It's also clear that I'm crying while writing this. It is unclear as to why I am this emotional over a Yankee retiring when I am an angst filled Rays fan, though. Here's the thing, everything I have ever loved about baseball, Jeter embodies it. He respects the game, and the process, and the fans, and responsibility that comes with being a role model, let alone a New York Yankee. He played to win, not to be the best. He was genuinely appreciative of this crazy blessing that he had, and he worked hard to be the best player he could be, the best man he could be. He was never ejected, and honestly, I have never met one person who has had something bad to say about Derek Jeter's character. The Yankees? Definitely. Jeter? Never.

I think maybe the biggest thing for me is the fact that he has dominated the game for my entire life. He was drafted in 1992, and I was born the year after. If Derek Jeter can have an entire wonderful, amazing, second to none career in my lifespan, what the hell am I doing now. That's irrelevant though.

Derek Jeter, here's to you. You have given me a love for baseball that I never knew was possible. You have shown me that this game isn't all about becoming the best on your own but becoming the best with the people who mean the most. You have shown me that loyalty and respect will never go out of style. But, most of all, you have shown me that if you do what you love, you will never work a day in your life.

Farewell, Captain. You were once in a lifetime, and man am I glad that you were in this one.

About Ya Girl Seana

I guess it's time I do this, so hey, ya'll. I'm Seana. In case you were wondering, that's pronounced like Shawna and nowhere near See-anna. I am a recent graduate of the University of Central Florida where I earned a degree in social work. Now, um, what do I want to with that? Work in sports. I know. It's not related, but I do not even come close to caring.

Let's just get one thing straight, I love sports. I can't handle a life without sports. Baseball is my reason for living, and college football might be what eventually sends me to my grave. I follow the Rays and Nationals, UCF everything, Duke basketball, Los Angeles Clippers, Bayern Munich, and the newest addition to my sports loving heart, the Dallas Stars. Okay, maybe I started following them because I love Jamie Benn. Sue me.

Besides sports, I am really interested in going to concerts, hanging out with my friends whenever possible, quoting TV shows, and making lists.

October Goals

So, um, well, September didn't exactly go as planned. At all. I mean, I wanted to lose weight, but I didn't even have the courage to weigh myself. How pathetic is that? The rest of my goals? Ha. What are those? Let's take a little peek and see how I did in September.

1. Find as much information about readmission to UCF, financial aid for students seeking a second bachelor's degree, and the athletic training program itself. Completed!

I emailed registrar and financial aid with my questions, but I am still awaiting a response, unfortunately. Then I found past newsletters and admission requirements and all that fun stuff about Athletic Training. I don't think I'll actually email to ask specific questions until it's time for me to actually start thinking about applying.

2. Read two books. Fail!

I read one! Look out for the review coming soon!

3. Lose five pounds. Fail!

As I said before, I couldn't even weight myself. I also ate horribly and pretty much did no exercise at all. Losing five pounds most definitely did not happen. I'll have to take a step back and approach this whole being healthy thing differently.

4. Finally unpack even if I still don't have a room. Completed!

I tried unpacking, but then I quickly saw how I have nowhere to put my stuff. I'm trying to take over my brother's room, which is supposed to be my room, but that can only go so well when he actually still lives in there. I'm going to say I completed it even though it didn't actually get done, but I had every intention of finishing it if this stuff had a place to call home.

5. GET A JOB. Fail!

I got an unpaid internship, but alas, still no job! This is so frustrating!

Now it's a new month, so what am I going to get myself into?

1. I am getting a job.

2. The whole no technology thing I mentioned in this post? It's happening.

3. Tackle a way to become healthy that works for me.

4. Contact 20 people working in sports to ask advice for aspiring sport business professionals.

5. Have 5 volunteer opportunities lined up.

So September didn't go very well goal wise, but I felt so, so much better mentally. I'm excited to get on track in October!