I've been having some pretty extreme first world problems lately, such as:
I would like to drink a can of Pepsi for breakfast tomorrow, but I also know that I will want strawberries and ice cream for dessert after dinner. I can only choose one treat for the day, so what do I choose?
I really want to sit on my couch eating sunflower seeds, but I also want to take a shower so I can 'sleep in' tomorrow. (As if sleeping in til 7:30 is really sleeping in...)
I really want some strawberries and ice cream right now, but I drank a can of Cherry Dr. Pepper for breakfast, which I actually don't even like, but it happened to be in my fridge when I opened it this morning.
I want to cut out and put together all my wedding invitations RIGHT NOW, but I know I need to have someone look over the one I made before I print 50 in case I have errors. Which I probably do.
I wish I could just sew the perfect wedding dress instead of spending any kind of money on a regular one, but I have SEVEN weeks to do it in, meaning NO TIME. So I will have to pass on that.
I just ate a bowl of beans and franks, and the empty bowl is sitting on the arm rest of my couch. I keep smelling it, and of course it smells funky because it's beans and hot dogs, but I would also like to eat more. Annnnd I'm out of them.
Did I mention I would like a Pepsi right now, and not just for breakfast tomorrow? But caffeine make me NUTS and I need to go to bed soon.
I would like to sit on my couch and read blogs, but I also want to watch Numb3rs on Netflix. (And I want to eat sunflower seeds and I need to take a shower, like previously stated.)
I'm pretty excited about my writing challenge post I have ready for Wednesday. I'm actually excited in general about some of the writing I've been doing, which I've been forgetting to post, because I'm too busy doing real life stuff.
I would like to take my dog on a nice walk before bed, but after just reading that someone got STABBED a block from my house over the weekend by someone they didn't even know, I'm a little hesitant. Ok, a LOT hesitant. What the hell.
I don't want to fill my water filter with water, which my fiance didn't fill after finishing it. (Do I really want to marry him if he's going to do such horrible things to me?)
I have to pee, but I want to keep adding random crap to this post.
Well, the bladder wins, so good night!
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Monday, July 18, 2011
Monday, July 4, 2011
Snap, crackle and pop.
Whoa, folks, I’m back!
Where have I been, you ask? Well, basking in the gloriousness of my new/old apartment! We took the plunge on Friday and started the moving process and now we’re all done! (Let’s! see! how! many! exclamation! points! I! can! use! in! one! paragraph!)
We haven't had the Internet and won't until it gets transferred over on Wednesday, and until today I've just been too busy/lazy to walk down to the awesome local coffee shop Macy's that's two houses away from me.
I must say that being back home is AMAZING. Roxanne is so much happier, it's insane to see. She's so excited all the time that's she's actually driving us nuts running from door to door!
Last night we had some friends over for a BBQ after playing basketball and it was a good time. I am such a home body and really love having people over, so it was pretty much perfect! The only thing that sucked was our new neighbor. Two of the neighbors are the same as before and we all really like each other but this new one is already a pain in the ass! I won't get into too much detail right now, but hopefully we'll be able to resolve the issues with her soon. Vince and I plan on being there a long time and I'm sure she does as well, so we have to come to some kind of solution!
Wow, so changing subjects abruptly: I'm really diggin' sitting in a coffee shop and writing! I tend to have the TV on or some music in the background because the chaos really allows me to think, and it's perfect! I've also been really craving coffee lately, so it's kind of an amazing fit. Maybe this will happen more often.
So anyways, after a post of randomness, I’m back! We got rid of cable TV so this means I’ll probably post more often. Maybe it won’t make a difference though, I mainly watch Netflix anyways…
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Gah.
I just got home from having a great time talking on a patio, sipping tea, with a friend. It was nice to be in the shade, away from the heat of the sun, with a slight breeze.
On my way home, I stopped at a gas station after remembering I was running on empty. I went into the station to talk to a clerk and on the way out a guy asked me for some money for dog food. I explained that I only had my card and no cash, and continued to keep walking. He shouted out to me, 'Fine, fuck you. Go back to the rich world you crawled out of.'
Umm, ok. What? How the hell can he judge me like that without even knowing me?! Then I realized that I may put off the persona that I do have money. I drive a new Subaru, I have nice clothes on{even though the jeans were $4 and the shirt $3!}, a little bit of make-up. But at the same time, who is he to judge that I am rich or that I came from a rich family? Because I most definitely didn't!
I saw two sides of the spectrum most of my life growing up with divorced parents: living with one parent that survived on food stamps and lived paycheck to paycheck as a recovering alcoholic, and another parent who worked many hours and still barely scraped by. Granted, once I was in my teens one of my parents started to make more money, but we were by no means rich. I still shopped at thrift stores, I still only had $5 a week for an allowance that I worked for, I didn't get a TV in my room, and I didn't even have a cell phone until I was 15, which is almost unheard of these days!
Sometimes I do feel like I'm living a life that's not my own, like my mind hasn't caught up to it yet. Am I really that person that is fortunate enough to own so many expensive things? I never owned anything as a kid that I have right now, and sometimes I think it's a joke. No one in my family drove a new car, we didn't have bikes worth thousands of dollars, we didn't have top of the line TV's, or even average TV's. We couldn't afford that stuff, so it still seems unreal to me that I have that stuff, and that I can actually afford it.
Could this guy who's asking people for money for dog food been as successful as me? Maybe, I don't know. I do know that I could have become exactly like this guy with the childhood that I had, but I didn't. I don't have to worry if I will be evicted this month because I don't have rent, or if my car won't start in the morning like I did as a kid. I've set up my life so that I don't have to worry about that kind of stuff, and I'm proud that I've been as successful as I am.
Gosh, I feel like none of this makes any sense, like I'm just rambling! I don't know what I'm trying to say here, so I guess I'll just end it here? I guess what I'm trying to say is that I know I'm fortunate, that I don't think of myself as rich and that I actually give quite a bit of my money to the less fortunate, and that this guy in a jerk? I don't know.
On my way home, I stopped at a gas station after remembering I was running on empty. I went into the station to talk to a clerk and on the way out a guy asked me for some money for dog food. I explained that I only had my card and no cash, and continued to keep walking. He shouted out to me, 'Fine, fuck you. Go back to the rich world you crawled out of.'
Umm, ok. What? How the hell can he judge me like that without even knowing me?! Then I realized that I may put off the persona that I do have money. I drive a new Subaru, I have nice clothes on{even though the jeans were $4 and the shirt $3!}, a little bit of make-up. But at the same time, who is he to judge that I am rich or that I came from a rich family? Because I most definitely didn't!
I saw two sides of the spectrum most of my life growing up with divorced parents: living with one parent that survived on food stamps and lived paycheck to paycheck as a recovering alcoholic, and another parent who worked many hours and still barely scraped by. Granted, once I was in my teens one of my parents started to make more money, but we were by no means rich. I still shopped at thrift stores, I still only had $5 a week for an allowance that I worked for, I didn't get a TV in my room, and I didn't even have a cell phone until I was 15, which is almost unheard of these days!
Sometimes I do feel like I'm living a life that's not my own, like my mind hasn't caught up to it yet. Am I really that person that is fortunate enough to own so many expensive things? I never owned anything as a kid that I have right now, and sometimes I think it's a joke. No one in my family drove a new car, we didn't have bikes worth thousands of dollars, we didn't have top of the line TV's, or even average TV's. We couldn't afford that stuff, so it still seems unreal to me that I have that stuff, and that I can actually afford it.
Could this guy who's asking people for money for dog food been as successful as me? Maybe, I don't know. I do know that I could have become exactly like this guy with the childhood that I had, but I didn't. I don't have to worry if I will be evicted this month because I don't have rent, or if my car won't start in the morning like I did as a kid. I've set up my life so that I don't have to worry about that kind of stuff, and I'm proud that I've been as successful as I am.
Gosh, I feel like none of this makes any sense, like I'm just rambling! I don't know what I'm trying to say here, so I guess I'll just end it here? I guess what I'm trying to say is that I know I'm fortunate, that I don't think of myself as rich and that I actually give quite a bit of my money to the less fortunate, and that this guy in a jerk? I don't know.
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Converse.
Do any of you own something that you don't think you will every get rid of, no matter what?
Well, I do, and it happens to be a pair of shoes. These high top Converse to be exact:
Aren't they just beautiful?! Hehe. These were mainly worn in 8th-10th grade and I LOVE them. I'm sure I love them so much because of the wonderful memories from the time I wore them, but they are also perfectly fitting shoes!
When I was in 8th grade I wrote the phrase 'Make Love, Not War' on the shoes.
In 9th grade a friend named Ian asked who said that. I of course had no idea, and was pretty embarrassed to confess that! He said something along the lines of 'Why the fuck do you have that on your shoes if you don't know who said it?' Ya, that made me even more embarrassed.
So I went home straight after school and after quite a bit of unexpected research, finally found out who said it. His name was supposedly Terrance Graham but after some new research today, he's believed to be a fictional person... I am confident that I will never forget that name, though! It also made me constantly dig deeper into things that I hear or see, and want to know the origin of it, so I am forever indebted to Ian.
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