Archive for February, 2009

I temporarily lost my mind and joined a gym.

I believe that there are people in my life who, no matter what, will always be in my life. It’s as if they are meant to be there for a reason and while I might not always know the reason, I do realize they are here to stay despite any kind of absence or lack in communication; and it’s comforting to think about. I appreciate these particular people.

Conversely, there are also those that come and then (often quickly) go. And maybe they weren’t around for long and perhaps they were, and maybe they left an impression and maybe they hadn’t. But there’s also definitely a reason they were once around and now no longer are. There’s always a learning experience in any relationship, big or small, long or short.

I have a friend I’ve known since the seventh grade. We’ve had our ups and downs, our years of separation, silence and solitude, etc. and no matter what happens we always end up finding each other again. I’ve come to the conclusion that this person will always be a part of my life. Always. And I’m happy with that. I have another friend (who I’ve known for years) who lives states away, and while we may not talk every day or even every week for that matter, I know she’s always there and will always understand me. We’re connected.

Then there are also those who I once knew, in what seems like lifetimes ago. People with whom I had many great adventures at one time or another and now, I don’t. And maybe I didn’t invest as much of myself into the relationship as I should have and that’s why we’re no longer friends, and maybe not. Sometimes people are just too toxic and consuming to keep around. I think these people are just too afraid to let others really get to know them, and the second they think they’ve been found out, they disappear. They’re people who can’t be themselves, or don’t know how and in the process of becoming friends, this becomes apparent and often causes a strain. Sometimes, they push you away, and sometimes, you them. Sometimes it hurts and most of the time, it’s for the better. It’s always a growing experience, and you’ll always have the good memories (hopefully).

I’m not trying to sounds self righteous; I think this is just the nature of people, friends, relationships in general. Growing up is tough and making and maintaining lasting friendships can be even more difficult. I guess I’m just trying to say that I appreciate all of the friends I’ve had, and more so the ones that remain.

“I’m free but I’m focused, I’m green but I’m wise/I’m hard but I’m friendly, baby/I’m sad but I’m laughing, I’m brave but I’m chicken shit/I’m sick but I’m pretty, baby”

Advertisements

If you were cool, you’d live in San Francisco.

For quite some time now, Kiss and I have mused about having our own “reality” television show. We figure if a bunch of random, spoiled brats in the OC can have one, then we should definitely be allowed to! Our shenanigans are far more entertaining; and air time wouldn’t be filled with staring contests between the two of us.

Really, our show would be a more visual, true life approach to our (slightly failed) blog ITSSOJ?! Just imagine being right there with us on all of our wacky adventures. Like the time we went to Roe and realized that that place is really just a club for the strippers from across the street to wind down and get their (raunchy) groove on on a Sunday night.  Or the time Kiss got so wasted when we were at the Nerd Party at The Ambassador that I couldn’t get her into a cab, so I left her. Luckily, she had the address of the friends house that we were staying at written on her arm;  because there was no way in hell she would have remembered it, much less was she able to form sentences with real words…so she pointed out the address written in Sharpie on her arm to the cabbie and was able to make it back safely. And then there’s that other time that Kiss, our other (male) roomie and I went to The Dub to play some pool and in a drunken discussion about what our alter egos would be, our (very straight, very male) roomie blurted out that his is “Marmalaide Paptschmear”. Yes. Marmalaide. Paptschmear. I was on the ground dying. Plus there’s all those times in my day-to-day life that I trip and fall on my face (usually in front of many people), or dance around at work with my iPod when I think no one is watching. All of this, and more could be caught on film for the world to see!

Anyway, you get the point. Our show would be hilarious. Highly entertaining. Plus, we live in amazing San Francisco, CA. How could you go wrong? We’re just two normal girls (and one normal guy–we’ve got a kind of Three’s Company thing going) who own up to our quirkiness and play off of each others and in the meantime a million things go awry and everything else goes just right.

So, where do we sign up?

My roomie and I ordered Chipotle online and it was the highlight of our day.

So there has been this recent “25 Things You Don’t Know About Me” trend going around on Facebook. Normally, I’m the type of person who ignores these types of things (I’ve never done a “survey” on MySpace). Sure, I’ll read other peoples, but I won’t participate and make time for, or attempt to make my own. However, for whatever reason (probably in an effort to avoid doing homework and because Facebook is a far superior networking tool to MySpace) I decided to make a list of 25 random, useless facts about myself and “note” them on Facebook. After I had done this, I started to think of more random, useless things about myself that were probably more interesting than the first 25…and once I started to think about it some more, I decided to share the original 25, plus 25 new ones! Aren’t you excited to learn all of the following about me?! Enjoy!

1. I love chocolate milk. I used to drink it on a daily basis and still buy the huge container of Quik from Costco now that I live on my own.
2. I take a tap dancing class.
3. I turn up my music really loud and dance around my house when no one is home.
4. I have 2 blogs–one with a friend, and one that’s all mine. I write on the personal one on a weekly basis.
5. I cannot stand guys who don’t keep their nails trimmed.
6. I’m a sucker for the literary types and those that can make me laugh. And bands with string sections.
7. I once got in a fight defending my (now ex) boyfriend and got punched in the face by a guy.
8. I eat a pint of Ben & Jerry’s in one sitting.
9. I used to watch Bridget Jones and/or The Wedding Singer on a monthly basis.
10. I’ve broken my wrist snowboarding.
11. I’m afraid of heights and tend to get vertigo. No ferris wheels for me!
12. I absolutely LOVE fries with cheese and guacamole. I get it at least 3 times every time I go back to San Diego to visit family and friends.
13. I am a jeans addict. I’m always buying jeans.
14. I love grocery shopping and cooking, although I rarely do either these days.
15. When I grow up I want to be a rockstar.
16. I love to sleep.
17. I started writing a novel when I was 12.
18. I prefer beer over hard alcohol (unless it’s whiskey).
19. I own a dirtbike and enjoy riding it.
20. I own a 1967 Ford Mustang, and it is my baby. Blood, sweat and tears (and copious amounts of money) have gone into it.
21. I was considered “gothic” for the first half of my high school career.
22. I (am embarrassed to admit that I) was the prom queen at my high school–I know, shocking, isn’t it? And I almost didn’t even go to prom.
23. I love to go dancing!
24. I didn’t really start wearing heels until about 6 months ago.
25. I am currently addicted to:  Jamba Juice’s “Mango Peach Topper” (the smoothie with the granola on top) and  sourdough Parmesan pretzels, Ra Ra Riots first full length album, The Office and coffee (or course).

Those were the originals, here are all the extras:

26. I went through the following majors before I realized I was always just going to be a “professional student”: architecture, photography, nurse/doctor, psychology, fashion design, journalism…I think that’s about it.
27. I took piano lessons for about 7 years.
28. I love to play soccer.
29. I always joke that I’ll never get married or have children, but deep down, I think it’s inevitable (I even have their names picked out); and that scares me.
30. I have a body pillowed I’ve named Edgar Allen and I cuddle up with him every night.
31. I actually only watch Bridget Jones or the Wedding Singer when I’m feeling down.
32. I’ve been in love.
33. I have two “blankies” from when I was born and I still sleep with them.
34. I still wear the same retainers (almost every night) I got after having braces back in 9th grade.
35. I cried more when my dog died than I did when my grandmother passed away.
36. I originally moved to San Francisco thinking I would become a fashion designer or stylist.
37. I used to make clothes for my Barbies.
38. If I had been a boy my mom would have named me Ryan.
39. Whenever I tell people I work at a law firm they act all impressed, but really, my job is not that impressive.
40. I have to sleep with a fan on. I don’t know if it’s the noise or the fact that I like to be all snuggley warm in my bed with air blowing on me, or that I just sleep better when it’s cold; it has to be on.
41. I hate to dust, but I love to iron.
42. If I could snowboard everyday, I would.
43. I’ve always wanted to play the drums.
44. I wish I rode my bike more (and had someone to ride with)!
45. The first concert I ever went to was The Aquabats!
46. My favorite color is blue.
47. I love reading the “missed connections” on craigslist for entertainment when I’m bored.
48. My favorite type of food is Mexican.
49. I’m allergic to bees.
50. Where ever in the world I live, it has to be near water. Preferably, the ocean.
*51. I cannot live without mascara…well, I could, but I choose not to.

Now wasn’t that just fascinating?! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Stay tuned next week for, “Why Carissa and Amy Should Have Their Own Reality Television Show!”

“I’ll look to like, if looking liking move; But no more deep will I endart mine eye Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.”

*It’s fifty plus one cool point, equals fifty-one.