My Titanic Fascination

Alright... so not everyone would just get up and fly to the other side of Canada to honor something that had nothing to do with them, and happened 100 years ago. But since I heard the Titanic story (which is coincidently when James Cameron told it in '97) I have loved the ship... so a flight to either Halifax (or Belfast Ireland, where it was built) was in order. Since I had no money for the latter, NS it was.

Every article I could find, I have with me... 2 hours were spent in the museum. I did the "candle light procession" and sat through the memorial ceremonies in the downtown core in the cold till after 1am. I visited the grave sights, and ended the trip off with a dinnner-theatre performance (remembering how much the former-guyfriend hated "Titanic - The musical" a couple years back, and smiling about that to myself).

Hopefully I find some highlights of the events that someone may have recorded online. But I'm sure you could ask my friend Laura and my mom, and they'd both say they were "all Titanic'd out". But what could I say? The 100-year-anniversary only happens once.

Lack of Planning = My Best Adventures

I was talking to someone the other day, and trying to explain how my best adventures happen when I don't have a plan. I've been to Europe a couple times before, gone to Mexico by myself ect ect, but I REFUSE to be the person who pre-plans everything. I feel too confined having a plan, and I think life should be about spontinaitey and fun, so I don't bother w planning.

I was making small talk with my boss (who is originally from Halifax. He asked me the standard questions: what I wanted to see, where I wanted to go, where I was staying, how I was getting around... but my answer to all of them were *shrugs* "I dunno... I'll just figure it out"
Now... I understand that most people don't travel in such an unorginaized way - but I do. I like the idea of meeting someone at a hostel and just joining in on their 3 day trip to wherever they plan on going. If I have a place to stay, that's awesome, and if I don't, it'll work itself out - that's the way I see it.

Now... *rewind*
When I first decided I was going to go to Halifax for a trip, my initial excuse was to "comemorate the Titanic" which is still a true excuse for the trip. My parents had a bit of a freak out when they found out I wasn't coming to see them in Hammertown instead, and I told them to just come w to Halifax to see me(cuz they never go anywhere). Surprise! My mom called my bluff so now she's crashing my party.

I can't exactly sleep in a car, on the floor of some chicks house, or w a random (not that I would) if my mom's along - and well that changes things...

---More on travels (w my mom) will continue tomorrow, where I'm slightly more sober.---

The Best Feeling in the World

alright, alright, so the title of this blog is a little off-putting as "The Best Feeling in the World" is a tie for two feelings. I couldn't decide which one was most important to me... one I have a little bit of control over, the other one is a really nice surprise to experience. But either way, I'd like to remeniss about both, and wish they appeared more often in my everyday life.

The feeling of the nervous excitement I get before a trip to a place I've never been to before: the anticipation of having a new adventure is one that I love. I start thinking about it a few weeks before hand. Thinking of activities I might do and things I should pack. My whole demeanor changes as I prepare myself to embrace a new way of living; new types of people that I may not have met before.I'm myself most when I am traveling. I am fun and exciting and up for anything. The surley, critical demeanor of mine goes away and I'm just up for a good time. But that anticipation is the best feeling in the world.

The feeling of nervous excitement that surprises me in its appearance, when I realize I like someone: some call this feeling the "butterflies in the tummy" but I'll stick w the word SMITTEN. I would love to choose this feeling as a definite number one, but I don't know if I've experienced it more than 2 or 3 times during the course of my life. It's that time when all you can think about is another person, but still stick true to yourself. The time when you challenge each other most, and are still trying to impress one another by how interesting, different, and fun you are. Example: the point in time when your phone receives a text, and you hope it's him, so you get a bit nervous... but if it's not him you don't hold a grudge about it (that doesn't come till you've fallen).

ANYWAY: The feelings are completely similar, yet utterly different. One I can control by booking myself a flight, and getting away to some place new. The other one, well I just keep my fingers crossed for it's surprise appearance. But both are unforgetable.

The Broken Window

All I wanted to do on a quiet lazy St. Paddy's day afternoon, was go to see The Muppets for $3 before I drank some green stuff and went out to see an awesome band.

3:50pm - I parked my car (rental) and proceeded into the theatre, walking by a sketchy car w a sketchy man inside it. Although I was alone, I believe I said the word "creepy" aloud through clenched teeth as I walked by him in my short skirt and blazer over the same "kiss me" St. Paddy's shirt I've been wearing for 6 years now.

5:45pm - Upon getting out of the movie, I walked down the wrong lane of vehicles, and saw a car similar to the black impala I had the next row over. As I walked towards it, I thought "what kinda person would just leave their window rolled down all the way like that" quickly realizing that it was my car, and the window was smashed. I looked inside expecting to find my purse there, just riffled through, but no luck.


6:00pm - I let my boss know of the robbery. Called the cops to inform them. They asked if there was any "evidence" as if the criminal was gonna leave a polaroid or something of himself for me.

6pm - 8pm - I spend 1.5hrs with security looking at the footage.

Break-in: 10minutes after I went inside.
Suspect: some figure walking from the far side of the parking lot, looks like he's talking to buddy in the car beside me (sketchy dude). The vehicle sits there for like an hour, drives away for a bit, and comes back, to when it looks like a dude gets in and they drive off.

Meanwhile I'm all upset about my super nice camera being gone - as well as my journal. No bands were seen that night. In fact, my whole weekend was ruined.
Lesson: get insurance on rentals, it's just not worth you having to pay for some of the assholes out there.

A "Hurray" Blog

Dear Blogging community, this is what's been going on:

This past weekend was St. Paddy's and I happened to have 3 days off. I rented a vehicle and decided to have adventures. I had breakfast with some friends (w green water - what up) and looked at motorcycles (I wanna buy one this summer), then decided to go see a movie...

and 10minutes after I parked in the NE and went into the theatre, someone smashed the window to my shiny rental vehicle and took my purse. Ffwd to me having an emotional breakdown for the last 3 days about my journal being missing, along w my $400 camera and other crap. I've been so unmotivated and haven't wanted to get out of bed or be productive at all....

but like 1/2 hour ago, I tripped over it under my homework on the floor... so a "hurray blog" from something written in my journal in teh past. GO!


Alright. So after sitting here skimming through emotional turmoil, I found something 1/2 decent (but not even remotely funny).
-----EDITED------
I originally had something here, but it was less than amusing. I will post soon. the dramatic "breaking into my shiny vehicle" story.

"I don't wanna be..."

"... anything other than what I've been trying to be lately".

I love the show "One Tree Hill" and I love the themesong that goes along with it. Everyone in life has their struggles, but the key to happiness must be to be the best person you could be, before you find someone to share your life with. Isn't it?

I've been doing more and more soul searching lately, not really knowing what I'm looking for. I'm trying out this "real job" thing, and thinking I should learn more and better myself by going to school again. I like to travel, but that should just be a hobby - right? I mean, unless I have an opportunity to profit off it.

I've decided that I will do the Underwear Affair, again this year. And both City Chases in Calgary and Vancouver. (if I travel there for the weekend - it's kinda like moving there, but not? haha) The snowboard thing will happen. As will me learning spanish - one day. But I'm gonna do what makes me happy. I do deserve it, after all.

And at the end of the day. Maybe my activities will keep me from worrying about other people, who aren't in as good a place.
I wish everyone was just always happy.

Resolutions

So, according to my blog, I didn't really write them down. They were dumb, something about -don't let him forget you care, do 100 jumping jacks if you cry, get a real job, don't be in bed before midnight, blah blah blah.

What I accomplished: went through my first break-up, and eventually survived. Stopped crying and started being a bitch again (check - in case anyone was wondering), and I'm giving the "real job" a shot, so we'll see how it goes.

These are the resolutions I tried to do last year and will attempt to do again:

-flirt shamelessly (it's too much fun not to)
-dance around>(it makes you happier, and allows you to de-stress)
-get into trouble (you're not getting any younger)

And these are some of the real ones:
-do what makes you happy and love will find you, continue looking for a bootycall in the meantime.
-excersize couldn't hurt, learn to run, dance.
-finish event management in school
-Halifax in April
-motorcycle or Vancouver
-continue practising your spanish
-DOMINATE CityChase!

But the 1st three are the ones that are important. 2012 - Bring it ON!