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!

Autumn

The season of autumn, seems to be a time of uncertainty for me. Although I felt the anticipation coming as the days had begun to get shorter and the cold weather returned, more than just the natural characteristics put my in a tense mood when September comes. When 'regular' youth return to school, and the rest of society goes back to their regular jobs after having taken summer holidays... my promotional world inevitably becomes inverted, and I feel most lost. Promotions run best in the summertime, and after that I'm usually left struggling for work.

Two years ago at this time, I said "screw it" and went off to the UK and Europe not thinking about the money it would cost me to go or how I would get around. I figured I'd just make it up as I go along. Last year, i was facing unemployment and indifference, and this year, I'm trying to keep an optimistic attitude where the job situation lies.

I came to these realizations via facebook of all mechanisms. The post told me what my update was 2 years ago, and the year before. Seems like when the leaves start falling, my life turns the same shade of brown and uneventfulness.

Maybe this year will break the mold?

These days, I've become semi-lame and unsocial. Not in general, but more-so when it comes to my night life. The non-summer-like weather has caused me to reflect on where I spend my time and what I spend it doing. Normally hangouts at the pub down the road are my idea of a successful night out, but with the bar taking away my favorite drink specials during the imfamous "power hour", and firing all but one of my favorite staff, the act of consuming alcohol has lost it's essance also. Tuesday is usually known as date night, where my best friend and I venture across town to a movie theatre that allows us to bee below-average movie theatres for ridiculously low prices. It's become a tradition among us, getting us out of the house and giving us the feeling that we are somehow tied in to the rest of society because we had shared the expeience of 2 wasted hours at a medeocre movie. But the friend and I have stopped hanging out due to a dumb dispute and stubbornness, and with NE ctrain construction, I opt out of going more often than not. This week migh also be the last week during which I have a job. Hopefully that's not the case, but it is a possibility as the work was summer-based. The finding of a new gig may complicate my life a bit also. But the next few days are filled with 7am start time and rush-hour commutes which I am thankful for, along with the employment. As I left my house at 6:10 this morning, I walked down to the train in a daze. When I heard a noise super close behind me in the shadows, I freaked the fuk out. Turns out I had cut a guy off or nearly walked into him on the path. It's dark but that was kind of ridiculous. He decided to strike up a conversation about his roommates and being awake, wich I quickly ended, cuz fuk buddy, no one wants to speak to randoms first thing in the morning. And now I am at work, trying to make the world a less litter-filled place, hoping that more people care to fix the environment rather than continuing to destroy it.

This Year is Gonna Have to Work Hard to Top This One!

I've done a lot of stupid stuff in my life: practised many unsafe driving habits @ 160km/hr to various concerts around North America. Vacationed alone in Europe numerous time (some more dangerous than others). I've looked for a thrill via bungie jumping, and ziplining... that one time I tried buggy boarding for like a second, and hurt myself. I've scaled a mountain, and reached a peak, by myself, only to fall off on the way down... whoops, that's gonna hurt for a while.

Most recently, after being down on my life and how it's recently shaped up, I was in desperate need for a thrill, and what better way to get it, than running with bulls.
The deal: Bull running is very popular in Spain, once a year, I believe. People travel from all over the world and run the streets with these mean creatures. I found out however, that Canada has a bull running event too. The bulls have their horns clipped and it's done on a stampede ground, but that sounds dangerous enough for me.
How it went down: A crew of amazing thrill-seekers, and myself get put into a rink (kinda like a track) alone with other persons equaling a total of 80 humans. 3 rounds of bulls are released, ranging from 1200 lbs, to 1600 lbs, and do 3 laps each, before releasing the next size bull. 9 rounds to survive.
When I chickened out: It was lap 7 and I was minding my own business, jogging beside a 1600 lb bull. Then some guy went and smacked the bull, to which it stopped and stared at me and taking 2 steps in my direction. I walked backward toward the gate, still exposed to bull, heart pounding. He seemed to forget it and turned the other direction, at which point i relaxed a bit, until some other asshole smacked his ass, and ran. The bull (big mother-fuker) took 3 quick steps towards me, me 1/2 way up the gate, sticking my ass out at him, not knowing what to do. He came super close, staring me down the whole time, and ultimately when his friend started running, he went with him.

I just jumped across the other side of that gate saying "Fuk it, that bull has it out for me, next time he does a lap, he'll sideswipe me for sure - I'm out"

Now what is the goal of bullrunning? To scare the living shit out of yourself. Mission accomplished. I could say I did it, not sure if I'll be super keen on doing it again anytime soon... unless you know, I end up in Spain, in which case, passing up the opportunity would just be silly.

Explanation

Hello there... I feel like I owe the internet world (and distant friends) an explanation... I have had a few adventures over the past 2 months... but have written about none of them, and this is my explanation:

There are few times in my life when I just don't feel like writing. Those times are ones of sadness. I could write about stuff when it's interesting and rather comical, because I find my words flow together nicely.
I could write when I'm venting or pissed off about something, because then it becomes an exaggerated tamper tantrum of cussing over the internet... also to be taken in a rather amusing fashion.
But when I'm upset, I just like to be upset by my lonesome, or with my friends at the pub around the corner.

Earlier this year, I went through a break-up (which I'm almost over... yay me) which took away my writing ability. And most recently, I found myself to be living in a hostile home environment, which in turn directed me to avoiding my house altogether, therefore keeping me away from computers and venting.

As things have evened out recently, I should be able to start writing again, though the lack of flowers discourages me. Ashley, if you're gonna ask for a blog, at least follow it (geez)! ;)