Good vs Bad

Tonight, I went out for drinks with a friend. I did most of the talking (shocking) and most of it was actually venting (more shocking) but we touched on a few good subjects.

The jist of the conversation at the end of the night (I thought) was the aspect of people choosing to be good or bad. Because everyone is dealt their "cards" in life, and it is actually how you "deal with them" that makes you who you are. Now, I argue that some people DO get dealt an unfair hand, when some have no worries at all, but then again - what do I know.

The point that I'm writing about now, is that I realized that some things in life stress me out more than others. Like, the mere mention of a topic (my good friends know what I refer to) can get me all riled up... but say, someone pulling a gun on me, may get me less distressed - when in "normal" terms, it would be the other way around.

Tonight, I was talking of such things, and getting all semi-frustrated and agitated... and then I realized I lost my wallet. I shrugged it off, saying "I must have just left it at the last bar"... I simply skipped my way towards my previous place of drinking pleasure, walked up to the bar, and awesome-barman-guy asks "do you want your wallet back?"... YES PLEASE...

The girl that had returned it (a little odd in herself says "we were all crooks and thieves at some point" (which I also shrugged off). But it made me think - how is it that a conversation gets me so wound up and stressed, but a potentially detrimental event has no effect of me. Guess being almost 30 doesn't stop me from thinking that I'm kind of invincible.

That mentality will get me into trouble.
But at least I'll have a story to tell.

Must-tell

Hey internet world.

The thing about blogging is that usually stuff needs to happen to you in order for it to make sense. And that stuff shouldn't be limited to the boring work/home details. Today is a perfect example.

I'll spare you the awesome concert/huge stage penis/fashion trends rant part of things (for now) and get to the heart of this story, as I have to be awake in 3 hours, and the other stories could wait.

MY FRIEND KAILEY JUST GOT ACCUSED OF BEING A HOOKER!

Yeah, we just got out of a rock show. Walked to her car (and she's like super hardcore. 1 drink and like 7 glasses of water later), and were getting ready to pull out... Then flashing lights came from behind her. The Police - legit? Guess so. Probably a drinking and driving check, we're guessing. Cop walks over to her (dressed conservatively, not sluttily, nor in sweat pants and that grubby way that low paid hookers have about them) and starts questioning her. Asking her what she was doing and where she was headed. Knowing her address and name and all. Kailey, calmly but in a confused manor answers the questions, and policeman starts walking away saying "have a good night".

The probing question comes into place "is there a problem officer? Did I do something?" To which he answers (nonchalantly) "no, this is just the part of town where hookers park". And then walks away.

KAILEY, DID YOU JUST GET ACCUSED OF BEING A HOOKER?

That's all I could manage to say in between laughs. And for everyones knowledge. DO NOT park on 1st St SW/17th Ave.... for real, what the fuk!

(I'll clean up this blog, but that's the story).

Back in the Game: A Rant

As I was hanging out with a couple girlfriends this afternoon (shout out to the bestfriend - wish you were here,miss you Soph) I was told that I don't blog enough anymore. We had some hilarious afternoon rants - but I've decided that if I'm going to write about something, might as well go with the most recent of incidences (as of 10min ago - can't get more current than that).

New year, people (thanks tips, I know...) and that means resolutions... so..on my whiteboard of "To Do's", 2013's holds "SAY YES!". Now, friends, I've always been a "yes" man, because I do believe that good things happen when you say "yes"... but sometimes in that process, you have to do things you don't really want to do... and that leads me to tonight.

backstory: At my neighbourhood pub a few weeks back, I met some guys (sub-par in the looks, and personality, and my interest-level-to-them department) that bought me a few shots and I humoured with medeocre conversation. They worked in the auto department, and I've recently purchased a piece-of-shit-car that needs some work. But I don't lead guys on, so the exchange of numbers was just one of meer pleasentries... After this, "Mr." kept texting me and not getting the "subtle" hints. girls, what do we do in this situation? - fuken ignore all text till boy goes away right?!! Apparently (according to a guy-friend a work, that's the worst thing to do and should shoot him down for reals) No probs for me, here are the texts:

Mr: I'm just going to come out and say this I think your beautiful and I was wondering if you wanted to go out next week
Me: I'm flattered, but kindma hung up on soemone these days. We can chill and grab drinks but no, I'm not into the dating thing.
Mr: When is the best time for you next week
Me: I'll have to get back to you
(a whole one day of silence)
Mr: Are you free tonight to go out for some drinks and dinner
Me: Dead tired today. So prolly not.
(then he goes on to text me on 3 DIFFERENT days, 5 MORE times.. with no response)
(then I realize that that's not saying yes at all)
(so tonight I meet him at the neighbourhood pub for drinks - and this is where my story begins)


I went to my local pub for a drink after class tonight. A boy sat on either side of me, did the "small talk" thing, the "compliment" thing, the "let me buy you a drink thing". I did the "I couldn't care less" thing, the "I have a headache" thing, and the "I'm gonna insult you as much as I can until you get the hint" thing. And so my rant is this: if all I've done is sit there and throw out jabs at you - why are guys attracted to this? I mean, girls like abuse!!!, but guy???s - I don't get it!

Boy asks me outside. I humour him. He spills his guts (way too wasted, btw) and tells me that his friend is into me but he'd like to win me over. I flat out tell him I'm not interested in either of them, he pretends to accept. he tells me that I'm making him feel bad about himself. that he can't win - but continues asking me to dinner, though he already knows I've shot him down. Sigh.

my point In high school (major throwback) a really good guy friend of mine bitched me out. He called me out on my whole character, saying (and this is actually a quote) "A guy wants a girl who's nice and pretty - not someone that could kick his ass"... and it's always stuck with me (that's why I'm so girlie and innocent all the time). And so tonight, as I sit at my pub with ripped jeans, hair in a ponytail, my ass-kicking boots on and my attitude turned up to the max, full of rant and insults - I've learned nothing over the last 10 years. And these lame-o's still won't leave me alone. Someone please explain.

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!