Life is painless for the brainless

Think of the last time you were really upset; could have been because your younger sister ruined your clothes, your girlfriend cheated on you, you failed a test you studied really hard for, etc.
Yes I remember the last time I was pissed. My parents were talking about giving my sister our family's brand new car. Sparing you the details, three out of the four kids in our family already have a car at college one of them being my sister and I'll let you guess who has yet to see a four-wheeled vehicle sent her way. Anyways I am used to kinda getting the shaft. Because I don't do anything when it happens. I don't like fights with my family because it only makes a villain out of me.
Anyways the point of this is that I think if I just choose not to care about anything other than my immediate basic human needs then I will have a happy life! Why invite stress in by getting attached to meaningless things or ideas? I won't get upset because I will be able to put everything in perspective and just brush it off :)
Life will be like one big dance from now on...........

Slow Blog Day

Okay so it's a slow blog day...lemme just give you a list of things :)
THINGS I LIKE
~When all 6 of my family members are under the same roof (holidays)
~Concerts where no one stays in their seats and it's just one big dance party
~Meeting people who you already know of but have never been formally introduced to
~Talking to the person you like really late at night
~looking at old pictures
THINGS I DISLIKE
~long fingernails
~when people slurp the end if their drink like
~Seeing someone eat alone at a restaurant
~Wearing sandals when it starts raining
~Being on my moped when it starts raining

Yeeep just because it's my blog and I do what I want :)

"I loved her first"

Love this song...Love this movie...Love my dad.


Father-daughter dance song at my wedding? I'll let you know once I get the man haha

Did Ya Know...

A world cup referee will run further than the players, at 12 miles in a 90 minute match.

Pretty impressive considering that the referees can be as old as 45!

FIFA referees need to undergo fitness tests to make sure they can keep up with the games. They have to do a 40 meter sprint in under 6.2 seconds SIX TIMES IN A ROW. Then they have to run 150 meters in under 30 seconds.

2 assistant referees failed the fitness tests this year and were not allowed to participate in the World Cup.

Now ya do!


www.omg-facts.com

Failbook.com

My sister just introduced me to www.failbook.com

AMAZING! haha it's basically things people post on facebook that are complete and epic fails aka very entertaining for those of us who are not complete morons.

So when facebook gets boring or you just feel like laughing at someone I HIGHLY recommend this site

ps. added the pic of one of my favs hahaha please take note of the smiley face at the end

"I musta been high when I said you & I weren't meant to be"

I am the kind of person who doesn't mind being alone. Like some people say that but in actuality they are never alone. It's not like I am a loner, I just don't depend on anyone but myself. For example, my best friend and I have been roommates for 2 years in college and are still best friends but I decided to live with three complete strangers for this new school year (I'll keep you posted on how that turns out lol). I told her that is wasn't because of her, I just wanted to meet new people and NOT have her around 24/7. Needless to say, she is upset and reminds me every chance she gets that I am making a mistake but I just tell her to deal with it--I am the brutally honest type. Anyways that is not the point.
The point is that this has affected me when it comes to relationships. Recently I actually "let a guy in." I was vulnerable and told him everything, which was a first for me. I needed him and it felt good to have someone want to take care of me. Unfortunately, I reverted back to bad habits and got afraid. Afraid he would hurt me or that I wouldn't be enough for him, or a day would come when he realized he could do better so, like an idiot, I ended it...and we haven't talked since :( well if you don't count the text he sent the next day saying "This is one thing you will regret." Which by the way, the second I read it I knew he was right.
Now too much time has passed and there is no way of getting him back. I don't want to burden him if he has moved on. If he hasn't moved on then I feel like he would have tried to call me or text me or something! All I am saying is that, me being self-sufficient probably won't be a good thing later on in life. I'm not the girl to go hit on a guy or flirt shamelessly. I wait for a guy to approach me...call me old fashioned. It has worked and I am not questioning whether or not I should turn into one of those borderline slutfaces (haha not a word I know). I just wonder that if I acted like I "needed" a man in my life than maybe I would need one/keep one.

"Having someone wonder where you are when you don't come home at night is a very old human need." ~Margaret Mead

Garcia is a lucky girl

"Criminal Minds" = excellent piece of television on it's own.

Agent Morgan aka Shemar Moore = The reason we get hooked. (yep, flipping through the channels and we stop when we see the face but keep watching for the mystery)

I could stare at this man all day
Watch it...NEW ADDICTION

The Decision

Lebron James...you are different.
Not because you are arguably the best NBA player in the game today. Not because you can knock down buzzer beaters or dribble past double teams. Not because you leave fans in awe after every performance and honored to have seen you excel in your element. No sir, you are different because you are a true King.
Kings are loved by their people are respected by their enemies. Kings do not get cocky or greedy. No Lebron James did not choose to play for the Miami Heat because he is greedy and wants to win. Lebron knows that winning makes him happy and choosing a team with two other superstars will make him happy. His number's will go down. Taking a hyped up team into the playoffs will be tough. The MVP award is no longer guaranteed as because let's face it, taking an okay team like the Cav's deep into the playoffs alone was enough to earn it.
Lebron speaks rather well for someone who didn't attend college. He danced around rude questions in a way that left both parties (the ones he left and the ones he choose) satisfied and thankful. He made it clear that he is a loyal man and Akron, Ohio will always be in his heart. He had no ill words to speak of anyone and didn't seem to enjoy the attention focused on him. He actually apologized to those teams that he didn't pick, saying sorry for getting your hopes up.
One odd fact about me is that despite me being a jock & having tons of college athletes as friends I still cannot find myself to respect those big-headed guys who KNOW they don't hafta pay attention in Statistics because soon they will enter the draft and pay a banker to count up all their money. Yes I do have a problem with those dirtbags. But Lebron-the dude who has the most and the best justification to be a cocky ass isn't. He is humble and focuses more on the game than anything else.
While I don't have too much invested in this decision (other than it seems like the NBA had to put together a team to beat the Lakers) I am happy that The King is happy and hopes he gets his ring(s). Other kids should learn from him and know that team means more than anything. The Dynasty has begun.
Long live the King
but I gotta say..
Go Warriors :(

You love to exercise? haha liar

"Fitness - if it came in a bottle, everybody would have a great body." -Cher

Cher, girl you are so right. If it weren't for my years of competitive sports which has carried over to college then I don't even want to think about what I would look like. Like most people exercise is a word that you don't want to hear until after you have done it. I for one don't mind exercising too much- it's that time in the morning where I wake up and know I need to go for a run that I dread. I sit and wait for an excuse to creep up but it never does because I knooooooooow there is none. So I get up and go and feel better about myself, until the next day. Great cycle right?
I have never been the fastest girl but what I pride myself on is not being the slowest. When my team runs I am determined NOT to be last. I don't care if the girls I am beating are 20lbs lighter than me or 5inches shorter than me I just cannot cross that line with the entire team watching me. Total confidence bust haha so I stay in shape.
I wish I was one of those..."special" people (some prefer the term crazy) who love to run and find it freeing and intoxicating. But try as I might I just can't find sweating like a pig, lungs burning, body screaming at you to stop and inevitable soreness addicting. Call me crazy. So then what do I call this thing that I do everyday and hate it? A Situation. You can make the best of your situation or you can complain about it. Or you can just do it. I have done all three at one time or another :)
Although I would gave my left love handle for a pool in my backyard I do without. I love to swim but probably only do so once or twice a month, I run everyday and if I could ever find a bike I wouldn't be against biking. I mean you do get a lot farther than running and there is this thing I'd like to try called, coasting! I hear downhill is especially fun.
Bottom line: Make the best of your situation and try to make is fun. Even when it's not, its still better to do it. Whats funner than taking a shower and having the rest of the day to do whatever, knowing you already burned some calories :)

ps. still not a big fan of exercising but then again I don't really think anyone is
yes even those crazies who say they are--gotta be lies right??

Post Secret

I am assuming that you know about Post Secret. Seeing that it is one of the most well known blogs in the world and if you are reading my rinky-dink blog then you must have read post secret. It is run by a man named Frank who recieved postcards from everyone around the world with their secrets written on them.
I will admit, I have sent one. And if you haven't, you really should. The second my postcard hit that mailbox and I knew I couldn't retrieve it I felt a sense of panic. My secret was out! Then relief, my secret is out! Then laughter, it's not my secret anymore! Whatever mail carrier or sorter who read my secret while it was on it's was to Frank got a glimpse into a stranger's deepest secret...mine! I don't expect to see it on the blog. Maybe it will be in one of the books he publishes but I don't care. I wrote my secret down and sent it out...maybe it's therapy or maybe I'm just dramatic but either way it was a pretty cool experience.
There are some interesting secrets. They range from funny (I switched tickets with the car next to mine and my ticket got paid!) sad, (I get up early before the kids to get rid of the beer bottle so they don't know how much their dad drinks) tragic (I think of my aborted child every time I see the war in Iraq) joyful (sometimes I get so happy I think I'm going to explode!) shocking (I cheated my way through medical school) to victorious (I didn't kill myself last night...and am happy I didn't). If you haven't already you should check it out...
:)
Send one in to Frank...

Not much of a play fanatic but....

Just got back from the play "Wicked" at The San Francisco Orpheum Theater and I must say nicely done. Whoever wrote this play is a genius-combining loose ends from "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" into a successful play that rightfully can stand on it's own is tough to do. The cast was marvelous...I am not too much for plays or drama people and during the over energetic opening act I did have my doubts...but while I waited for a weak link to cross the stage it never came. The singing was all right on note and the acting danced between between comical and dramatically tragic. The two lead women have very gifted lungs as they belted out some tunes and Glenda was particularly hilarious.
"Wicked" was able to bring back that magic from our childhood and give it a place in our adult life. When we were young it was easy to side with the over-bubbly (pun intended) fairy and despise the Wicked green witch. However, years after, one life has beaten us down we watch Wicked and side with the misunderstood outsider who claims. "no good deed goes unpunished." All of us have felt that feeling of trying to be a good person or do the right thing only to have the world side against us and make it nearly impossible. "Wicked" shows us a happy ending is possible for that one person that no one wants to be happy.
I for one like getting lost in a fantasy world of such things. And if you enjoyed "Wicked" or just enjoy your childhood stories coming back to modern-day in a hipper and more sarcastic way, may I recommend you go watch "Tin Man." This is a made for tv movie that aired in three parts and is the story about what happens to OZ after Dorthy's great-great-great granddaughter returns. VERY ENTERTAINING. I believe it was the most watched tv miniseries. Anyways one thing that I have taken away from "Wicked" that I should implement in my life is this:
"Don't wish, don't start. Wishing only wounds the heart."

So true and it's about time I listen. :(

Team Vienna

Regardless of your opinion on "The Bachelor" and the whole concept of falling in love in about two months in a romantically enhanced fantasy atmosphere there is no mistaking one thing: It makes for some damn good television.
I for one am addicted to bad television. I groan about shows like the "The Bachelor" and feel like an idiot for watching but still set my DVR for it. Damn you ABC! Anyways what I am weighing in on is the recent drama on the set of "The Bachelor" aka Jake & Vienna's very public and very immature break-up and appearance on Ali's season of "The Bachelorette."
I am not nor have I ever been a fan of Jake. From the moment I saw him amongst Jillian's potential suitors I thought there was something 'off' about the guy. Yes he is attractive and yes he is a pilot and those two things alone have girls swooning but he was also very...predictably dramatic. I mean I like a sensitive guy just as much as the next girl but this dude seems like he knows what "the perfect guy" is like and acts it out. It just was not genuine and this became apparent during the appearance on ABC.
We all know about Vienna. She is a talker and drama seems to follow her. Jake KNEW THIS! He heard all the other women's warnings about her and to Vienna's credit she never changed! Like it or not Vienna is genuine not because she is a good person but because she is who she is! She did not put on a act for Jake and him choosing her proved that he wanted the Vienna he had on the show. Unfortunately for Vienna she did not see the real Jake.
During their time on ABC Vienna came off as a puppy that was finally let off her leash. She did not care how she looked in her attempt to tell her side of the story and would not hold back each and every time she caught Jake in a lie (which seemed like 10 or 20). Jake sat, staring straight forward in silence. He would interject rude passive-aggressive comments here and there and for the most part tried to play the maryter. When Vienna became very animated at one point of the conversation he calmly said, "Why are you raising your voice?" Only to-moments later- scream so loud at this girl that she looked like a 5 year old being scolded by her father. Is Vienna immature? YES. Did Jake know what he was getting into? YES. Don't take Jake's side because you don't like Vienna's personality. I wouldn't be the girl's bff but I do agree with her and think the world should get off her back. And as for Jake...he is a toolbag the probably ruined any chance of an acting career with his temper problems becoming fearful and public.

Gives Me Hope

Have you ever read the stories on "www.givesmehope.com"? If not the I suggest you go read them...after you read this of course because that website is addicting. Everyone I show it to comes back to tel me that they sat at the screen for hours reading every single story. Basically it is a website where people write in stories that give them hope in a world where hope is kinda hard to come by. Here is an example of one:

Today, I saw a teenage girl walk out of a coffee shop.
She had in her hands: two coffees and two sandwiches.
She walked up to a homeless man and not only gave him one of each, but sat down beside him and ate with him. They talked and laughed together.
This girl's compassion and thoughtfulness GMH

This particular one stood out to me...I have been reading "givesmehope" for a while and whenever I see a story about a normal person doing something like this I always says to myself "I can do that." or "I will do that."....I am a closet HYPOCRITE. I mean I don't tell people that I do things like this but I tell myself that I will but when I see that old homeless man in front of the Safeway entrance I find myself falling back into the same routine as everyone else; making eye contact for a second then looking past pretending to see an oncoming car or worse looking right through this needy man. Maybe it's my police officer father's words ringing in the back of my head "He will just use your money on booze." But why can't I find the courage to do what this girl did and in the process give someone else hope? The same reason you can't. I always think that I will do it "next time" even though I realized after the 4th "next time thought" that I wouldn't. I think that someone else would come along to do it or maybe someone else will come along and do it better. I mean really, what could I talk to a homeless man about?
I am a good person despite my rebellious nature. I don't need to fear a god in order to have morals. I treat people how I want to be treated but for some reason I cannot breach this wall. I am nice as can be to people who I run into but when it is my choice to help a homeless man I still have yet to do it. If you happen to read this (although at the moment I am writing to Mr.Cyberspace) then please tell me if you have found the will to do something like this...something GMH worthy. :)


Who knows maybe this homeless man has a good story I should listen too.
Maybe he is "GOD" or "The One"
Maybe I can help him
Maybe he will kill me.
Shit I wish I was a psychic

Welp the lonely night strikes again...

It's nearly 4am and my house has been asleep for hours. Well my parents that is. I knew I should have stayed at college for summer like my brother and sisters. Now I am at home and while seeing my old friends all the time is really great nothing can cover up that hole in my window that allows "The Lonely Feeling" to come creeping in. No need to explain it really because everyone knows that feeling. It's the feeling you get when you hear some great news and grab your phone to call your "person" only to realize you two are in a big fight. Be it a friend or loved one you cannot swallow the pride to call...thus "TLF." It has to be right up there on the list of awful feelings because A. You know that it is partially your fault and B. when you think about "TLF" it just intensifies.
Now my faithful and nonexistent readers may be wondering who is this girl who has a bad case of TLF? How did she get this way? A bad break-up? A lifetime of dungeons & dragons addiction? Well, here is the kicker...I am not the typical blogger. I have always run with the 'jock crowd' and am currently a Division I athlete. I have morals that are ever changing. I refused to drink when all my friends started and only began when I was convinced that it was MY choice to. I have a great circle of friends. I did at one time go to a catholic school-for 14 years to be precise..but after getting an ocean away from home I realized that my faith didn't include a big invisible man (although I respect those whose faith does). I am the strong one, the outspoken one, the comic relief...the one who hides TLF so well that my closest friends wouldn't guess that this is my blog.
Do I know what triggered this feeling tonight? Well my theory is that it is a bit like Sleep-Apena which is only evident during sleep. TLF is only evident right before sleep aka when I run out of things to keep my bidy and mind active enough to ward off TLF. I swear Mr. Sandman must be diluting his sand with some shitty stuff because when I should be sleeping I am thinking...and missing...at least in previous years my missing had no face. I am not sure what's worse to miss someone you have never met or to miss someone you turned away.