June 23, 2010 - Wednesday
trying to breath
I'm taking a breath. Trying despratly to fill my body and calm myself. As I feel my lungs with the air, I also begin to cry. It's not even the type of crying the really helps, just a tear here and there. I wish we had some amount of control over something in this situation. It makes me feel so small. At least I know the way it's going to play out. I've already seen it numerous times in my dreams. I've also been through it enough to know what the process is. I'm just really dissapointed in so many ways with this situation. The ones that were suppose to help are just making it worse and the people who shouldn't have to deal with this shit, because they've already beening dealing with most of it forever are still having to pick up the slack again. I'm just so tired of the way things are going for the people I love. I can't seem to catch my breath lately. It's like just as I start to take a breath I get punched in the gut and the wind is knocked back out of me. I'm not sure how to help anymore. I'm not even sure how to deal anymore. I can see little bits of myself being chipped away by all this stuff I've been going thru. And now instead of helping and fighting like I used I'm just allowing everyone else take on everything. I'm so exhausted, that even if I wanted to be of help I don't think i can right now. I'm just trying to understand how I'm suppose to deal with this right now. Why now? Why not when I had a little step on solid ground? or at least when I had finished taking a full breath.
May 31, 2010 - Monday
Great Mood
I'm sitting here completely in a great mood. There is no reason for it, no one's did anything, the day wasn't perfect by any means but I can't help but be happy right now. I just am. I feel like dancing and singing and well I noticed that some of my friend's didn't have a good day. So to all you having a crappy moment I just want you to know I luv you and am sending you all my good energy. I hope things get better for you. Just know that someone is thinking about you, and your making them smile right now!!!!!!!!! Loves to everyone JennyRead more:
May 3, 2010 - Monday
working myself out
So it's 11:30 pm and I just woke up dreaming about you... again. The sad part about this recurring dream is it's about you but not in the way it's should be. Everytime I dream this dream I wake up feeling annoyed. The dream is about memories I have wit you but there's no feelings with any part that involves you. I'm not sad about leaving you and I don't miss you. I don't find any joy in any of the good memories I have about you. And I definately never feel any type of feelings being given to me from you. It's like watching a black and white film about our relationship. Instead of not being able to hear what is going on, I can't feel anything when your in the picture. I have feelings about missing your family, and feelings about mine and your friends even feelings about the random strangers that appear in the dream, but nothing when it comes to you. How sad is that? While I dream about you, I feel a void. While I'm awake though things are different. I'm definatly feeling when I think about you. Our relationship I feel was more a phase ment to teach me something more than an actual relationship. You should of fit perfectly in my world. All the things that make up a good relationship were there and we had the potential to be great together. But we weren't. We both didn't try and I think we both used each other to get what we most needed out of each other at the time. I wish things had been different with you. I really wanted to want you the way that I should have, and wanted to be wanted the way that I deserved, but in all honesty that was never going to happen. I think I always knew that things with you were never going to get serious. My actions alone on many occasions told myself that, but I didn't want to believe it. One of my regrets is how things ended. I really wanted to stay friends with you, because as a person I think your great. In order to have been your friend though I think that I should of never gotten started with you. My mind, and heart are still trying to figure out what happened and how I let this situation even get to where it ended up. I don't mind taking alot of the responsibility for how things occured but I wasn't the only one at fault. Many questions run through my head daily. The hardest ones have to do with not understanding how we could treat each other the way we did. Alot of the hurtful things that occured between us I wouldn't wish on anyone. Most of the time I think we knew we were hurting each other but chose to ignore it. There are some good memories and I hold on to those. I hope one day I will see you again and get the closure that I need, Preferably when I don't want it or need it anymore. LOL I hope and wish lots of good things for you. As for myself, all I'm hoping for right now is for that dream to stop. I'm not even sure that I want to work through everything quickly, but instead take my time to deal with all my questions and feelings. I have many memories of us that I prefer to think about and not in the same way that the dream forces me to. I also hope that soon my mind starts to work through how our relationship affected my other relationships with my friends. I miss many of them right now, and hope that soon I will be able to go visit. I hate the fact that I had to leave quickly because of the circumstaces, and didn't get to say proper goodbyes to them. To you guys who I didn't get to say goodbye the way i wanted I'm sorry. I'm choosing to look at it as life's way of letting me know that It's not really goodbye but I'll see you later. :)
not alone
May the angels keep you till morning.May they guide you through the night.May they comfort all your sorrows.May they help you win the fight.
May they keep watch on your soul.May they show you better ways.May they guard you while you're sleeping.May they see you through your days.
May they show you new hopes.May they still your every doubt.May they calm your every fear.May they hear you when you shout.
May the angels keep you till morning.More than this I cannot pray.And if the angels ever fail you.Then may God be there that day.
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Not Waiting
I don't usually like to recognize anything about myself that even remotely resembles the stereotype girl. I've always prided myself on being different, stronger, and built without the complex emotional problems that plague every female. I'd rather be known as the cold calculating bitch who takes care of herself than the weepy, Suzy-homemaker who can't do anything without her husband's opinion or approval. I like being in control of my world. I function a lot better when I know that I'm making all the decisions and not being led around.
But after laying all that out there on the table, I must say there is one thing that sometimes puts me into the same category as every other female. I sometimes just want to be swept off my feet. I don't need the romantic fairy-tale story. I don't need to be gushed over. I don't need gifts or constant attention. I just need to not have to ask for it. I don't want to always be the first one to make the first move. I can, I've did it before, but sometimes having a guy ask for your number is all it takes to make your day turn around. Even a quick smile in my direction without me being the first to say hi, would be nice.
I've had enough of me being the first to make, the first move. So if you can't work up the courage to make a little effort, then just leave me alone. I don't have time to waste on someone who is going to take baby steps. I'm not asking for a life long commitment, or promises that we'll stay friends, or promises that things will even be great when we hang out. I just don't want to have to deal with the hot and cold anymore. It is so tiring and we're not even really doing anything yet.
If you decide that the choir boy routine is something that your going to drop, then please get to know me. Come chill. I promise, I would love to get to know you. I'm a great person who isn't really all that scary, I only bite when asked to, and I rarely ever judge someone without being provoked. I'm saying all this here, because it's the last time I will make the first move with you. It's the last shot babe, figure out what your trying to do and please just do it.
But after laying all that out there on the table, I must say there is one thing that sometimes puts me into the same category as every other female. I sometimes just want to be swept off my feet. I don't need the romantic fairy-tale story. I don't need to be gushed over. I don't need gifts or constant attention. I just need to not have to ask for it. I don't want to always be the first one to make the first move. I can, I've did it before, but sometimes having a guy ask for your number is all it takes to make your day turn around. Even a quick smile in my direction without me being the first to say hi, would be nice.
I've had enough of me being the first to make, the first move. So if you can't work up the courage to make a little effort, then just leave me alone. I don't have time to waste on someone who is going to take baby steps. I'm not asking for a life long commitment, or promises that we'll stay friends, or promises that things will even be great when we hang out. I just don't want to have to deal with the hot and cold anymore. It is so tiring and we're not even really doing anything yet.
If you decide that the choir boy routine is something that your going to drop, then please get to know me. Come chill. I promise, I would love to get to know you. I'm a great person who isn't really all that scary, I only bite when asked to, and I rarely ever judge someone without being provoked. I'm saying all this here, because it's the last time I will make the first move with you. It's the last shot babe, figure out what your trying to do and please just do it.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Recharging my batteries in LG
So I went to La Grande for a quick trip to take care of business and see people. I had a great time. I got to visit with all my friends and family. To my surprise that was all I needed to recharge myself. I've been doing okay lately trying to keep myself busy and trying to branch out in a place that I wasn't really sure I was going to be around very long. By going back to the Big LG I got inspired again. I know that where I am now has a great group of people and much to offer. By being with everyone I love in the LG, I got excited because I was able to see that I'm also making progress in the town I live in. My girls and I went to a local bar after my busy day of running errands and dinner with my family. We stayed a good couple of hours and drank and danced. Around 11:00 after most places began to close, the bar began to get business and old friends began to pop in and say hi. It was a great night, everyone I got to see was smiling and just chillin. I just wanted to thank everyone for being a part of my night in town. I hope all of you know how special you are and I hope to see you all the next time I'm passing through.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Wanting something else but still thinking the same way
What is it that makes a person want the same things even when they hurt you. No matter how much you want to believe it will be different, it might not be. You might have changed the physical, but the emotional is still the same. Your still the same person. What is it that makes the negative so hard to change and the good so hard to get? Why should it be so hard? No matter how much a person hurt you, you still don't want to walk away. No matter how much that dream is unrealistic, you just can't stop dreaming it. It consumes you. You can't let it be. A girlfriend of mine told me don't dwell on the past, what was meant to be will be again in your future. You can only take care of yourself and only strive to get what you need. But how do you quite your mind? How do you change your body's reactions when you can't control them? I am relatively happy with my situation right now. Don't get me wrong there are things that I am working on changing and I will continue to work on to changing but right now things are for the most part, good. So why is it that my body is reacting as though it's under a tremendous amount of stress? I'm dreaming about things and people who have hurt me in the past and there is no reason for it. I'm longing for situations where I wasn't happy and where I never wish to end up again. I can't help but have thoughts pop in my head of things which once made me smile and now make me upset. Is it a warning to be careful when creating this new life. Don't make the same mistakes again Jen. But then why do I miss those situations? Why does it feel better to be in those same situations even when the physical place and people have changed? How is it that my body's stress level lowers when I participate in things and with people who I know will eventually make me upset? I'm not being crazy stupid and doing things that are messing up the plan to get a better life but I'm starting to wish that our mind, and feelings had an on/off switch. It would make things a lot easier and sleep would be more enjoyable. AND WE ALL KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE TO SLEEP. :)
Monday, August 3, 2009
No way did a male god grant me this moment :)
Meeting him was like having the wind knocked out of me. I was cleaning up glasses and wiping tables down after a busy night. The music was still blaring and I was just letting myself become completely absorbed by it. My co-worker was counting money and doing dishes. Normally she was all business and hurried to get out to see her kids, but tonight she was taking her time lingering by smoking and doing extra cleaning. I thought it was a little weird but she is the type that you don't question. You just go with the flow or she's scares you, just by repeating your question.
"You must be Jen." It was a statement, pure and simple. Arrogantly spoken by a deep voice, which I should of had to strain to hear above the music, but didn't. I whipped around while actually squealing to look at a dark haired, dark eyed, GI Joe replica of a man, who stood there frowning at me. He looks like a man that just freshly walked out of a Cosmo magazine. God.. I couldn't breath. His eyes just sucked me in. I knew I looked a mess. My hair was falling out of it's ponytail and my face had to be a little clammy from sweating all night, running around on the floor. He towered above me. I instantly reached for my necklace. My security blanket. I knew god or whatever power is in charge was playing a really sick joke on me.
Jannie hollered at me, "Jen, this is my friend Brad. He's giving me a ride home so he'll be in here til we're ready to go." Then she went back to work completely ignoring both of us.
"Hey." I mumbled looking away from him. I walked over to my next table and he followed me still frowning. I started shaking, I couldn't help myself. I didn't know why but he was making my heart race, my hands shake and my mind go completely blank. Normally I like to think that I can manage to keep myself some what put together when I'm attracted to someone. But right then I knew I was fumbling so bad. I could feel myself getting hot, blushing. I didn't even know that I do that. He kept staring at me while I wiped the table down.
"Do you always wipe tables down that long?" He snapped. I jumped.
"What" I stammered like an idiot. Come on Jen get it together your making an ass out of yourself and he hasn't even done anything to you. He's not that cute and defiantly not your type. I kept repeating that to myself. Hoping if I lied enough times in my head, I would finally believe it and get some control over my body.
"Do... you... always... take... this.... long... to.... wiped... tables.... down." He said glaring at me, cocking his head to one side. I stared at him for what seemed like forever, forgetting how to speak, and then he raised his eye brows and leaned toward me, opening his mouth to repeat himself. That action was all it took for me to get angry and for me to snap out of my love-struck puppy mode. My defenses went up and my tongue began to slice him up.
"What the fuck is your problem? I haven't done anything to you and you've treated me like crap since you walked into this place. Following me around like I need to be watched while I do cleaning. Of all things to need a babysitter for." I shook my head. "No! It doesn't always take me this freaking long to wipe tables down. Like you care how long it takes anyway, no one cares how long it takes to wipe tables down. Plus its freaking hard to clean while someone as hot as yourself is staring into your back. Jesus, didn't your mother teach you any freaking manners? I asked my voice raising by the minute. " Intimidating someone you don't even know all because your little miss sunshine's best Friend. I hope you know, that I'm stressed out enough as it is without having someone bother me for no reason. OK? I glared at him, breathing fast and gripping my towel to keep him from seeing me shake. "Well?" I snapped
"You think I'm hot?" he asked grinning at me. I just blinked at him. Shit had I really said I thought he was hot? No way was I going to acknowledge that I had said it. Nor was I going to admit that I hadn't meant to tell him either. I started to turned around and walk away. However before I had even made it one step, he grabbed my arm. "Wait. They told me you were uptight." he said. I just glared at him. Hopefully If I kept quiet he would let go and go away. "No, wait not uptight,. They said you were shy. Look the plan tonight is to kidnap you and take you out with the rest of the girls so that you'll break out of your shell a little. I'm suppose to distract you until Jannie is ready to go and then we just won't take you home." I just looked at him as he grinned a little embarrassed at me. Then I looked over toward that bar, Jannie was busy but you could tell she was watching us. Great I thought. Here I am trying to start over, in a new place, where I can focus on my career and my friends are already trying to get me to go get into trouble. And how do they do it? They enlist the help of a really sexy man. Yeah I know I said he wasn't my type but Jesus If you could just see him. Thinking about him got me to realize that he was still holding my arm. I looked over at him still smiling at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat, blushed and then asked "Why, would they ask you to help break me out of my shell?"
He grabbed the towel out of my hand and threw it on the table. Pulled me on the dance floor and said "Well they told me you like to dance and well you see, I am terribly hot, fun to be around and the best dancer that you'll ever meet." Then he ran to the stage and turned up the song I know you want me by pitbull, kicked off his shoes and came sliding back onto the dance floor. He started dancing all crazy, moving his hips side to side, turning around and shaking his ass toward me. He moved his shoulders the opposite way as his hips and then started boobing his head like the guys in the movie A Night at the Roxbury. I couldn't help but start laughing. "com'on I know you have it in you. " I just shook my head laughing at him. God It felt good to smile for no reason. "Com'on, you got a. The girls are on their way and you'll disappoint them if you don't play along. They took forever coming up with this plan at least humor them just a little." I just laughed and went to go start cleaning. Brad wasn't having it though. He came and grabbed me from behind as the music changed to Deftones my own summer. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I swear that I nearly fainted just because he touched me. I stopped moving. He whispered in my ear, for me to take my shoes off. I couldn't help myself, my shoes were off before I had even realized that I had pulled them off. "Now... don't think about anything just dance like you were doing when I got here." He voice was like a drug. My breath started coming faster and I just started to move. I could feel the heat of his chest against my back, and it did nothing to calm my shaking body. He turned me around and looked me in the face, while stilling dancing with me. He held my lower back not allowing any space to be between us. I put one arm on his shoulder and closed my eyes losing myself in the music. This was freakin surreal but I could actually feel the last couple of month's tension leaving my body. Brad brought his left hand to my hair and pulled my pony tail lose, running his fingers through the curls almost as if he had been doing it for years. I leaned into him getting closer to him if that were possible and inhaled. He smelled just like cigarette smoke with a hint of apple Cinnamon. Please song just keep playing or someone up there grant me the miracle to stop time. I couldn't help but keep pleading in my head, making all kinds of deals for this situation to just continue to be as great as it was. Then the music began to slow and I knew the ending was coming. I started to lean back pulling away to give Brad and me a little space before it ended.
"See not so bad." He said looking at me intently. Yet again I couldn't look away and I forget how to speak. I went to nod my agreement, but instead angled my chin upward toward his face not blinking, I just kept breathing. Then he leaned in and kissed me pulling me to him. He held me tight and it was a good thing because I freakin would have fallen over had he not been. I kissed him back but was jolted back to reality when I heard my co-workers come into the bar.
"Jesus Brad, we told you to distracted her not fuck her on the dance floor. " My friend Misty said laughing walking toward us. I instantly put space between us and looked at Misty avoiding looking at Brad. "So are you ready to go get fucked up?" she asked "And by the way, that was rhetorical if you didn't get that cause your going anyway." she said putting her arm around my shoulder ushering me out toward the car. My mind was so scattered, I couldn't even find a way to form a sentence. I was beat red and was embarrassed. Did I kiss him? Or did he kiss me? Did It mean something? Or not? Do I want it to mean something? Who am I kidding, of course I want it to mean something! It was freaking awesome. I can't think straight around him. He's hot and a great kisser. He makes me weak in the knees, which I know is a cliche. But this is me we're talking about. I might like someone but I do usually have some sort of control. I never kiss a random guy I just met after yelling at him, when I'm completely sober. Nobody does that. I looked back at him, and he just smiled and shrugged.
"Ok, girls where are we headed?" he shouted
"You must be Jen." It was a statement, pure and simple. Arrogantly spoken by a deep voice, which I should of had to strain to hear above the music, but didn't. I whipped around while actually squealing to look at a dark haired, dark eyed, GI Joe replica of a man, who stood there frowning at me. He looks like a man that just freshly walked out of a Cosmo magazine. God.. I couldn't breath. His eyes just sucked me in. I knew I looked a mess. My hair was falling out of it's ponytail and my face had to be a little clammy from sweating all night, running around on the floor. He towered above me. I instantly reached for my necklace. My security blanket. I knew god or whatever power is in charge was playing a really sick joke on me.
Jannie hollered at me, "Jen, this is my friend Brad. He's giving me a ride home so he'll be in here til we're ready to go." Then she went back to work completely ignoring both of us.
"Hey." I mumbled looking away from him. I walked over to my next table and he followed me still frowning. I started shaking, I couldn't help myself. I didn't know why but he was making my heart race, my hands shake and my mind go completely blank. Normally I like to think that I can manage to keep myself some what put together when I'm attracted to someone. But right then I knew I was fumbling so bad. I could feel myself getting hot, blushing. I didn't even know that I do that. He kept staring at me while I wiped the table down.
"Do you always wipe tables down that long?" He snapped. I jumped.
"What" I stammered like an idiot. Come on Jen get it together your making an ass out of yourself and he hasn't even done anything to you. He's not that cute and defiantly not your type. I kept repeating that to myself. Hoping if I lied enough times in my head, I would finally believe it and get some control over my body.
"Do... you... always... take... this.... long... to.... wiped... tables.... down." He said glaring at me, cocking his head to one side. I stared at him for what seemed like forever, forgetting how to speak, and then he raised his eye brows and leaned toward me, opening his mouth to repeat himself. That action was all it took for me to get angry and for me to snap out of my love-struck puppy mode. My defenses went up and my tongue began to slice him up.
"What the fuck is your problem? I haven't done anything to you and you've treated me like crap since you walked into this place. Following me around like I need to be watched while I do cleaning. Of all things to need a babysitter for." I shook my head. "No! It doesn't always take me this freaking long to wipe tables down. Like you care how long it takes anyway, no one cares how long it takes to wipe tables down. Plus its freaking hard to clean while someone as hot as yourself is staring into your back. Jesus, didn't your mother teach you any freaking manners? I asked my voice raising by the minute. " Intimidating someone you don't even know all because your little miss sunshine's best Friend. I hope you know, that I'm stressed out enough as it is without having someone bother me for no reason. OK? I glared at him, breathing fast and gripping my towel to keep him from seeing me shake. "Well?" I snapped
"You think I'm hot?" he asked grinning at me. I just blinked at him. Shit had I really said I thought he was hot? No way was I going to acknowledge that I had said it. Nor was I going to admit that I hadn't meant to tell him either. I started to turned around and walk away. However before I had even made it one step, he grabbed my arm. "Wait. They told me you were uptight." he said. I just glared at him. Hopefully If I kept quiet he would let go and go away. "No, wait not uptight,. They said you were shy. Look the plan tonight is to kidnap you and take you out with the rest of the girls so that you'll break out of your shell a little. I'm suppose to distract you until Jannie is ready to go and then we just won't take you home." I just looked at him as he grinned a little embarrassed at me. Then I looked over toward that bar, Jannie was busy but you could tell she was watching us. Great I thought. Here I am trying to start over, in a new place, where I can focus on my career and my friends are already trying to get me to go get into trouble. And how do they do it? They enlist the help of a really sexy man. Yeah I know I said he wasn't my type but Jesus If you could just see him. Thinking about him got me to realize that he was still holding my arm. I looked over at him still smiling at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat, blushed and then asked "Why, would they ask you to help break me out of my shell?"
He grabbed the towel out of my hand and threw it on the table. Pulled me on the dance floor and said "Well they told me you like to dance and well you see, I am terribly hot, fun to be around and the best dancer that you'll ever meet." Then he ran to the stage and turned up the song I know you want me by pitbull, kicked off his shoes and came sliding back onto the dance floor. He started dancing all crazy, moving his hips side to side, turning around and shaking his ass toward me. He moved his shoulders the opposite way as his hips and then started boobing his head like the guys in the movie A Night at the Roxbury. I couldn't help but start laughing. "com'on I know you have it in you. " I just shook my head laughing at him. God It felt good to smile for no reason. "Com'on, you got a. The girls are on their way and you'll disappoint them if you don't play along. They took forever coming up with this plan at least humor them just a little." I just laughed and went to go start cleaning. Brad wasn't having it though. He came and grabbed me from behind as the music changed to Deftones my own summer. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I swear that I nearly fainted just because he touched me. I stopped moving. He whispered in my ear, for me to take my shoes off. I couldn't help myself, my shoes were off before I had even realized that I had pulled them off. "Now... don't think about anything just dance like you were doing when I got here." He voice was like a drug. My breath started coming faster and I just started to move. I could feel the heat of his chest against my back, and it did nothing to calm my shaking body. He turned me around and looked me in the face, while stilling dancing with me. He held my lower back not allowing any space to be between us. I put one arm on his shoulder and closed my eyes losing myself in the music. This was freakin surreal but I could actually feel the last couple of month's tension leaving my body. Brad brought his left hand to my hair and pulled my pony tail lose, running his fingers through the curls almost as if he had been doing it for years. I leaned into him getting closer to him if that were possible and inhaled. He smelled just like cigarette smoke with a hint of apple Cinnamon. Please song just keep playing or someone up there grant me the miracle to stop time. I couldn't help but keep pleading in my head, making all kinds of deals for this situation to just continue to be as great as it was. Then the music began to slow and I knew the ending was coming. I started to lean back pulling away to give Brad and me a little space before it ended.
"See not so bad." He said looking at me intently. Yet again I couldn't look away and I forget how to speak. I went to nod my agreement, but instead angled my chin upward toward his face not blinking, I just kept breathing. Then he leaned in and kissed me pulling me to him. He held me tight and it was a good thing because I freakin would have fallen over had he not been. I kissed him back but was jolted back to reality when I heard my co-workers come into the bar.
"Jesus Brad, we told you to distracted her not fuck her on the dance floor. " My friend Misty said laughing walking toward us. I instantly put space between us and looked at Misty avoiding looking at Brad. "So are you ready to go get fucked up?" she asked "And by the way, that was rhetorical if you didn't get that cause your going anyway." she said putting her arm around my shoulder ushering me out toward the car. My mind was so scattered, I couldn't even find a way to form a sentence. I was beat red and was embarrassed. Did I kiss him? Or did he kiss me? Did It mean something? Or not? Do I want it to mean something? Who am I kidding, of course I want it to mean something! It was freaking awesome. I can't think straight around him. He's hot and a great kisser. He makes me weak in the knees, which I know is a cliche. But this is me we're talking about. I might like someone but I do usually have some sort of control. I never kiss a random guy I just met after yelling at him, when I'm completely sober. Nobody does that. I looked back at him, and he just smiled and shrugged.
"Ok, girls where are we headed?" he shouted
Friday, July 31, 2009
Compromising Too Much?
Finding a happy balance between what you want, and what others you care about want, is always a struggle. Is compromise a sign that your growing up even when you compromise to much? Trying to stay on what is deemed the correct path is said to be a struggle. Should it be? When you give up some of yourself for someone else can you lose yourself completely?
I have met so many different people in life. What's funny about meeting someone new is that you always run through the same questions, no matter who the person is. How's it going? Who are you? What do you do? It really is a drag because no one ever tells you what they really want to and most of the time they lie. How's it going? good. Who are you? I'm john doe. I am married, have two kids and work while living in the city. What do you do? I'm a corporate tech annalist. Case and point, normal. Wouldn't it be nice to meet someone who when asked the same questions could distinguish themselves some how from the normal story line. How's it going? great! I so happy to be here every day something new happens to me. Who are you? I'm a dreamer who has managed to live out lots of my dreams. What do you do? Lots of things, teach myself something new everyday. Enjoy a lot of things around me, even the small things. And feel with every being I'm capable of.
I know it's sounds a little bit corny. Sort of an Utopian ideal of a person. Why not just be OK with the John Doe version. So he didn't accomplish much. He has a family and is doing right by it. He takes care of things and does have new experiences. Sure he's compromised on a few things in life, but that's what life is about. That's how you grow up. You will have a very comfortable, relaxing, safe and secure future. But did you actually live through out your life or did you just hide away and show everyone what you think they wanted see. Did you get most of what you wanted out of life or only got what you think others wanted? Can you safely say that after living, I don't need or want anything else?
I'm the type of person who loves to know how to do many things, but learning and doing them for the first time always scares the shit out of me. I shake, my heart beats a thousand times a minute, and I can't help but jump on the rush that travels through out my body. I get this way when ever I do something new. I get this way anytime that I become involved in a relationship, whether it's with friends or family. I love living passionately and with feeling and hope i never lose that. When you can say that you loved the way you lived, even if it was the john doe version, that's great! I hope that I can. But what if I can't?
I don't want to wake up thirty years from now and say shit! I didn't do anything that I wanted because I was running in circles trying to avoid living the life I made for myself. Or this isn't what I wanted, why did I make that decision. I don't want to be one of those people did the same thing over and over every day with the same people and look around and go what happened how did I become this person. I don't want to be one of those people who look at their self and say wow, yeah I knew this was a part of me but where is the rest of me?
I won't become one of those people who fake their way through life. Who pretend that they got exactly what they wanted when you see in their eyes secret longing for something that will never be. I will not lose myself. I can adapt and change for the people i care for while still realizing my dreams. I will cherish each moment in my life even when it doesn't turn out the way that i expected. I make my own decisions and will never compromise to much of myself!
I have met so many different people in life. What's funny about meeting someone new is that you always run through the same questions, no matter who the person is. How's it going? Who are you? What do you do? It really is a drag because no one ever tells you what they really want to and most of the time they lie. How's it going? good. Who are you? I'm john doe. I am married, have two kids and work while living in the city. What do you do? I'm a corporate tech annalist. Case and point, normal. Wouldn't it be nice to meet someone who when asked the same questions could distinguish themselves some how from the normal story line. How's it going? great! I so happy to be here every day something new happens to me. Who are you? I'm a dreamer who has managed to live out lots of my dreams. What do you do? Lots of things, teach myself something new everyday. Enjoy a lot of things around me, even the small things. And feel with every being I'm capable of.
I know it's sounds a little bit corny. Sort of an Utopian ideal of a person. Why not just be OK with the John Doe version. So he didn't accomplish much. He has a family and is doing right by it. He takes care of things and does have new experiences. Sure he's compromised on a few things in life, but that's what life is about. That's how you grow up. You will have a very comfortable, relaxing, safe and secure future. But did you actually live through out your life or did you just hide away and show everyone what you think they wanted see. Did you get most of what you wanted out of life or only got what you think others wanted? Can you safely say that after living, I don't need or want anything else?
I'm the type of person who loves to know how to do many things, but learning and doing them for the first time always scares the shit out of me. I shake, my heart beats a thousand times a minute, and I can't help but jump on the rush that travels through out my body. I get this way when ever I do something new. I get this way anytime that I become involved in a relationship, whether it's with friends or family. I love living passionately and with feeling and hope i never lose that. When you can say that you loved the way you lived, even if it was the john doe version, that's great! I hope that I can. But what if I can't?
I don't want to wake up thirty years from now and say shit! I didn't do anything that I wanted because I was running in circles trying to avoid living the life I made for myself. Or this isn't what I wanted, why did I make that decision. I don't want to be one of those people did the same thing over and over every day with the same people and look around and go what happened how did I become this person. I don't want to be one of those people who look at their self and say wow, yeah I knew this was a part of me but where is the rest of me?
I won't become one of those people who fake their way through life. Who pretend that they got exactly what they wanted when you see in their eyes secret longing for something that will never be. I will not lose myself. I can adapt and change for the people i care for while still realizing my dreams. I will cherish each moment in my life even when it doesn't turn out the way that i expected. I make my own decisions and will never compromise to much of myself!
Friday, July 24, 2009
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Wednesday, July 1, 2009
I know who I'm supposed to be!
So today I'm walking down the street and I see one of those street performers called mimes.
You know the ones I'm talking about, they're dress in white and black and constantly get stuck in the box. They drive me bonkers because I always end up thinking about them all day. It's not normal thoughts that past through my head like why did they end up being street performers, or where do they want to end up? It's stupid thoughts like what would happen if i hit them in the stomach really hard with a loaf of bread? Would they actually speak and would they retaliate? Would they come after me? Or would they be annoying to me if they weren't wearing black and white? Would having color like bright red on make me stop and stare at them while they performed? And if stupid questions like that weren't enough i start thinking about who actually made mimes an art? And is it the universes way of trying to tell us something and you know I'm just missing the sign? Right, am i really supposed to be playing attention to the box? Questions like that all running through my head and then you know what happens? Before i know it i have walked an hour past my destination and now I'm stuck in apart of town I've never been in and i have no way of knowing how or when i passed my spot.
That's when you know you have a lot on your mind, right there. When you are distracted by a mime. I guess though that's to be expected. I mean I just moved and left all my friends. All of my security blankets behind. I knew that change was coming and it was my decision to leave my home town, but i will admit it's been hard. Now I'm one tough bitch. I always have been, but I'm also willing to admit that being completely by myself with no way to manipulate my situation, is just a tad bit scary and annoying. I'm use to being able to call my friends to get out of trouble, to help me start a new project, or to further my career, but now it's all on my shoulders. I guess in a way it's good because when i succeed in accomplishing everything i want to i will know it's because I never gave up. And i know that i will do it because I have people who will be there and have been there to support my decision to follow my dreams. and i won't let my dreams go just because things get tough. I refuse to let myself become second rate because one dream might be jeopardized if i don't choose the easiest path. I expect to get all of my dreams out of life and on my terms. :)
You know the ones I'm talking about, they're dress in white and black and constantly get stuck in the box. They drive me bonkers because I always end up thinking about them all day. It's not normal thoughts that past through my head like why did they end up being street performers, or where do they want to end up? It's stupid thoughts like what would happen if i hit them in the stomach really hard with a loaf of bread? Would they actually speak and would they retaliate? Would they come after me? Or would they be annoying to me if they weren't wearing black and white? Would having color like bright red on make me stop and stare at them while they performed? And if stupid questions like that weren't enough i start thinking about who actually made mimes an art? And is it the universes way of trying to tell us something and you know I'm just missing the sign? Right, am i really supposed to be playing attention to the box? Questions like that all running through my head and then you know what happens? Before i know it i have walked an hour past my destination and now I'm stuck in apart of town I've never been in and i have no way of knowing how or when i passed my spot.
That's when you know you have a lot on your mind, right there. When you are distracted by a mime. I guess though that's to be expected. I mean I just moved and left all my friends. All of my security blankets behind. I knew that change was coming and it was my decision to leave my home town, but i will admit it's been hard. Now I'm one tough bitch. I always have been, but I'm also willing to admit that being completely by myself with no way to manipulate my situation, is just a tad bit scary and annoying. I'm use to being able to call my friends to get out of trouble, to help me start a new project, or to further my career, but now it's all on my shoulders. I guess in a way it's good because when i succeed in accomplishing everything i want to i will know it's because I never gave up. And i know that i will do it because I have people who will be there and have been there to support my decision to follow my dreams. and i won't let my dreams go just because things get tough. I refuse to let myself become second rate because one dream might be jeopardized if i don't choose the easiest path. I expect to get all of my dreams out of life and on my terms. :)
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Hot Hate Sex
For a long time I thought this was just a myth. Hot hate sex, I thought wow, really, who would do this. I know that when I'm mad there is know way of breaking me out of it. I see red and there's nothing anyone can do until I'm ready to calm down myself. So of course I thought this has to be one of those things where ya know it only happens in movies. Wow, was I very wrong. Sleeping with someone you can't stand most of the time, is the most liberating experience ever. When both people can't stand each other your not worried about making sure that the other person is satisfied. You can't think straight, all you do is feel. It's an animal instinct that takes over. It's rough, dirty, a little painful and just great! It's addictive. A drug, a high that you don't want to repeat but something you just can't help but do again. When your done you have the same withdrawal that you would if you were doing blow. All you can do is say ugh and start your day over. Crazy!
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Its easier living the lie sometimes
I was recently watching the movie Catch Me If You Can, and one of the lines in the movie caught my ear. The cop says to Frank that sometimes it's easier living the lie. I hate this statement because it so dead on with the real world. How many people do you know right now who are doing that very thing? Your husband cheats and you look the other way. Your up to your neck in debt but you go out and buy the newest car and house you can get credit for. This is part of everyone ones daily life. Then what happens after people start living the lie they tend to ignore that they are doing it. They use any means to avoid seeing they are doing, they start watching TV, they begin judging people constantly out loud to all their friends and they forget how to be a real person. Their conscience gets grayer and grayer and pretty soon the lies are thirty years old and bigger than anyone ever imagine. I think the only main thing that happens years after first beginning the lie is that it starts to fester inside the person and then they get bitter. I think that people should just do what they want and say fuck it. Your much happier when you do and nobody opinions ever really matter.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Zoned out with the real world
I recently met a friend of mine whom I hadn't seen in a while. Well call her Jane. Jane was someone who I always looked up to. I wanted to be just like her when I grew up. She is hot, smart, funny and confident in everything she has ever did. In my eyes this girl was someone who should have been the marketing image for what a strong woman should be. She is great, she'll try anything once and loves to have a good time. With all that I've said about her, you can just imagine how excited I was to get to see and visit with her. Well so we went to lunch and started talking about what we had been doing with our lives and what we were still planning to do. Now we all have goals in life. Its what makes life goes so fast. They can big, like becoming rich when you grew up dirt poor. They can be small, like spending more time with your family, friends, or significant other. I understand that every one's goals are not the same and that what might be important to me might not be important to my girl-friend. I get that, but while Jane and I were talking about life I couldn't help feel a little disappointed with her. It seems that she is engaged and about to have a baby. Now that is great for her, she always wanted a family and her dream man, I am really excited for her. But.... anytime I asked her anything about life, what she wanted to do after the excitement of the baby and wedding went away, she didn't understand or didn't know. She say well I'm a mother now or I'll be a wife then so ya know...She begin talking about how lucky she was to have found a man like her fiance and how she couldn't wait to use all her baby stuff. I love my girl-friend very much but I think she lost herself a little bit. She slipped back into the little girl mode who believes in fairy-tales. That's not reality. You can be happy with family and marriage but life doesn't stop, you don't live happily ever after and that's it. You wake up after the honeymoon and realize shit I got to go to work and my dog needs to go for a walk. That I have bills to pay and a new book to finish writing or whatever. I know that I'm rambling but I just don't understand have someone can forget that they are so much more talented then planning a wedding or picking out what your kids are going to wear for the day. Don't get me wrong that is exciting when it's new. But please try to remember that not everyone shares the same excitement for your goal as you do. Anyone who loves you is going to support you and listen to you, but please try to remember that while you constantly talking about fairy-tale land, we want to talk about the new photography opening that we're about to do and that we're just as excited about our idea as you are about your moment.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Girls just can't have any fun anymore
Okay... I could start my first blog by telling you guys all about myself but if your reading this, you probably already know who I am. You already know I'm spoiled, crazy and entertaining as hell! That I come from a small town and even though I don't like to admit it, I love it.
Anyway what I've decided to do with this blog is to use it as a place to vent. You know write the things that I want to say, about any topic any time without being polite or politically correct. I know use a blog to write about anything and everything there's a concept right. :) I'm warning all of you now, anyone reading this is going to go through so many emotions. Sometimes I might piss you off and other times you'll think man she really is crazy. Most of the time I just hope you enjoy reading the thoughts that constantly run through my head all day long.
So to kick off my first blog I've decided to Bitch about how a girl can't have fun anymore without people thinking she's twisted. I love having parties! Any kind of party, any social get together for any reason is a hidden pleasure of mine. I love having all my friends constantly around, and don't get me wrong I love my solitude too, but I have to have at least one party a week. Just seeing close friends and family enjoying themselves just makes me go girly. You know all warm and fuzzy inside (all mushy). The bigger and crazier, the better. Doesn't matter where its at, or what the theme is. That's just the type of person I am. Now here is where the trouble always starts. I will admit I have found out that men have so much more fun than females. This is one of the reasons why most of the time I am surrounded by my guy friends (most of who I feel are just like my brother). They are usually game for almost anything. That game can range from anything really like floating the river at midnight, to oh I don't know... taking a ten hour drive to Vegas just to see if we can get into the Bunny Ranch with only 3 dollars to our name (actual road trip, of course). Anyway the other thing I have found is that guys usually forgive the crazy bullshit that us girls do when we're on whatever adrenalin rush we're on. So of course running around with tons of guys and doing crazy shit without always having another females companion around doesn't look good. I don't have a problem with hearing peoples opinions, accusations or any advice they feel they must say to try and help me, but at least get your facts right. If your going to waste my time lecturing me about how a lady should act and what types of parties are socially acceptable please don't start referencing gossip to me. First off, I mean if you get up the balls to lecture me about my entertainment I promise you I will do everything in my power to honestly listen to what you feel you need to say. I would shut my mouth, open my eyes and ears and listen with my full heart, clear up until you spill gossip toward me. That's just a waste of my time. I do enough stupid and crazy fucked up shit without someone needing to invent stories about me, please just get the facts right. Secondly, know who you are talking to. I don't know everything and really I understand that I am young but a let's get one thing straight, If you heard a tiny bit about what I was up to this weekend or who I might have been with I'm sure it wasn't even close to what could have potentially happened. I will admit I enjoy being the center of attention, I like telling stories hell I even love hearing myself speak. I love sharing crazy experiences with friends, and most of all I love the fact that fifty years from now I will remember all the fun I had as a young girl. So the next time you want to talk about what I have been up to and how damaging it could be, why don't you just not and instead come out and have some fun with me.
Anyway what I've decided to do with this blog is to use it as a place to vent. You know write the things that I want to say, about any topic any time without being polite or politically correct. I know use a blog to write about anything and everything there's a concept right. :) I'm warning all of you now, anyone reading this is going to go through so many emotions. Sometimes I might piss you off and other times you'll think man she really is crazy. Most of the time I just hope you enjoy reading the thoughts that constantly run through my head all day long.
So to kick off my first blog I've decided to Bitch about how a girl can't have fun anymore without people thinking she's twisted. I love having parties! Any kind of party, any social get together for any reason is a hidden pleasure of mine. I love having all my friends constantly around, and don't get me wrong I love my solitude too, but I have to have at least one party a week. Just seeing close friends and family enjoying themselves just makes me go girly. You know all warm and fuzzy inside (all mushy). The bigger and crazier, the better. Doesn't matter where its at, or what the theme is. That's just the type of person I am. Now here is where the trouble always starts. I will admit I have found out that men have so much more fun than females. This is one of the reasons why most of the time I am surrounded by my guy friends (most of who I feel are just like my brother). They are usually game for almost anything. That game can range from anything really like floating the river at midnight, to oh I don't know... taking a ten hour drive to Vegas just to see if we can get into the Bunny Ranch with only 3 dollars to our name (actual road trip, of course). Anyway the other thing I have found is that guys usually forgive the crazy bullshit that us girls do when we're on whatever adrenalin rush we're on. So of course running around with tons of guys and doing crazy shit without always having another females companion around doesn't look good. I don't have a problem with hearing peoples opinions, accusations or any advice they feel they must say to try and help me, but at least get your facts right. If your going to waste my time lecturing me about how a lady should act and what types of parties are socially acceptable please don't start referencing gossip to me. First off, I mean if you get up the balls to lecture me about my entertainment I promise you I will do everything in my power to honestly listen to what you feel you need to say. I would shut my mouth, open my eyes and ears and listen with my full heart, clear up until you spill gossip toward me. That's just a waste of my time. I do enough stupid and crazy fucked up shit without someone needing to invent stories about me, please just get the facts right. Secondly, know who you are talking to. I don't know everything and really I understand that I am young but a let's get one thing straight, If you heard a tiny bit about what I was up to this weekend or who I might have been with I'm sure it wasn't even close to what could have potentially happened. I will admit I enjoy being the center of attention, I like telling stories hell I even love hearing myself speak. I love sharing crazy experiences with friends, and most of all I love the fact that fifty years from now I will remember all the fun I had as a young girl. So the next time you want to talk about what I have been up to and how damaging it could be, why don't you just not and instead come out and have some fun with me.
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