53 weeks
So it has come to my attention that I have not posted in 53 weeks. Shame on me...shame.
I can't really say anything drastic has happened in my life in the past 53 weeks. There's been: 53 weeks of work. 53 weeks of seeing my friends. 53 weeks of the more than occasional drinking adventures. 53 weeks of video games. 53 weeks of online surveys. 53 weeks of trying to catch up on my bills. 53 weeks of Facebook. True there was a sighting of the rarely heard and probably endangered, "I love you," vocalized on my part....shortly followed by the shredding of my heart. I'm still working on patching that back up. I have been working on the whole cake thing...trying to attain a level of perfection that I will probably never get to. But I'm still trying. I got canned from Viking...so the manager could give her friend a job. I know, right..., cause getting rid of me opened up 6 whole hours a week for other employees. But kharma's a bitch, during these 53 weeks the Allen Park store went out of business. Ha. I made a new year's resolution to not buy any greeting cards...I'm making my own, all year long. During the past 6 months I've done the whole dating thing. It's pretty much the same as it's always been. Go out and have a sub par time, then in my usual fashion decline on the proposal of a second outing. There were 2 occasions where I acted out of character: both fizzling out due to my inability to open up emotionally. On that note...the first occasion would never have worked out anyway. As for the second, that will probably be added to the very, very short list of "what if's?" I have accumilated thus far in this lifetime. I was in 3 weddings. 2 as a bridesmaid and one as the MOH. Yes, it's very 27 Dresses of me, but I'm not gonna lie...I love weddings and being involved in them. Not only do you get to be there as a major supporter on one of the most important days of your friends' life, but it's just damn good fun. I got many flat tires and bent to wheels. Grrrrrr. My sister has given me her dog. It was a surprise gift one afternoon. I've slowly been sorting through the build up that is my entire life...in preparation for the eventuality of not being able to store it all in boxes in my parent's attic anymore. Let's be honest, I don't really want to start my own household with 25 years worth of boxes filled with who knows what. I've read more books than I care to count. I finally got a Wii. I'm not ashamed to admit that I sometimes lay flat on my stomach and peer over the edge of the futon cushion with the Wii Zapper and pretend that I'm a sniper. I drove to Washington D.C. for the second time and it's basically now my refuge...it's my version of a "cave in the mountains", I can go there to escape the heavy weight of life. I've made some new friends. (Not the pretend, best friend of every day sorts, but actual new friends.) I got a new phone...then killed it. I ate a piece of bacon...and remember all the reasons why I hate bacon. I didn't renew ANY of my magazine subscriptions. I demolished the DVD player built in to my TV...so I am left with the built in VCR and XBOX. I joined Netflix. I continued my now 4.5 year medical journey down the path of "probably" not being able to concieve in the future. I decided I was bored with that route and had a procedure done. Results will be discovered in August. I watched a bootleg movie for the first time...and many more after that. (Experience compliments of Romantic Occasion #2.) Some unlikely relationships developed in the sphrere of my accquaintences, as well as some unlikely separations. I applied to refinance my car loan and got declined. I attempted for 1 month to fold my clothes and put them away...I didn't like it. So I am back to laying them about in, what is in my head, an orderly fashion. I went back to school for 6 days...it stressed me out so much that I decided to try again in the future. One day, right? I was a firefighter for Halloween. I celebrated my 25th birthday at Dunleavy's. I still approach my day to day life with a carefree attitude, knowing that what will happen, will happen. I know that I'm still missing that someone to help balance out the shine and glitter in my ignorantly blissful mind, the person who would keep my grounded. But I'm happy right now with the ongoing journey that will lead me there one day. 53 weeks of singing out of tune. 53 weeks of not saving as much money as I'd like. 53 weeks of slowing becoming to person I'm meant to be. 53 weeks of the Food Network. 53 weeks of brushing my teeth.
All you've missed is 53 weeks of me living life.
I can't really say anything drastic has happened in my life in the past 53 weeks. There's been: 53 weeks of work. 53 weeks of seeing my friends. 53 weeks of the more than occasional drinking adventures. 53 weeks of video games. 53 weeks of online surveys. 53 weeks of trying to catch up on my bills. 53 weeks of Facebook. True there was a sighting of the rarely heard and probably endangered, "I love you," vocalized on my part....shortly followed by the shredding of my heart. I'm still working on patching that back up. I have been working on the whole cake thing...trying to attain a level of perfection that I will probably never get to. But I'm still trying. I got canned from Viking...so the manager could give her friend a job. I know, right..., cause getting rid of me opened up 6 whole hours a week for other employees. But kharma's a bitch, during these 53 weeks the Allen Park store went out of business. Ha. I made a new year's resolution to not buy any greeting cards...I'm making my own, all year long. During the past 6 months I've done the whole dating thing. It's pretty much the same as it's always been. Go out and have a sub par time, then in my usual fashion decline on the proposal of a second outing. There were 2 occasions where I acted out of character: both fizzling out due to my inability to open up emotionally. On that note...the first occasion would never have worked out anyway. As for the second, that will probably be added to the very, very short list of "what if's?" I have accumilated thus far in this lifetime. I was in 3 weddings. 2 as a bridesmaid and one as the MOH. Yes, it's very 27 Dresses of me, but I'm not gonna lie...I love weddings and being involved in them. Not only do you get to be there as a major supporter on one of the most important days of your friends' life, but it's just damn good fun. I got many flat tires and bent to wheels. Grrrrrr. My sister has given me her dog. It was a surprise gift one afternoon. I've slowly been sorting through the build up that is my entire life...in preparation for the eventuality of not being able to store it all in boxes in my parent's attic anymore. Let's be honest, I don't really want to start my own household with 25 years worth of boxes filled with who knows what. I've read more books than I care to count. I finally got a Wii. I'm not ashamed to admit that I sometimes lay flat on my stomach and peer over the edge of the futon cushion with the Wii Zapper and pretend that I'm a sniper. I drove to Washington D.C. for the second time and it's basically now my refuge...it's my version of a "cave in the mountains", I can go there to escape the heavy weight of life. I've made some new friends. (Not the pretend, best friend of every day sorts, but actual new friends.) I got a new phone...then killed it. I ate a piece of bacon...and remember all the reasons why I hate bacon. I didn't renew ANY of my magazine subscriptions. I demolished the DVD player built in to my TV...so I am left with the built in VCR and XBOX. I joined Netflix. I continued my now 4.5 year medical journey down the path of "probably" not being able to concieve in the future. I decided I was bored with that route and had a procedure done. Results will be discovered in August. I watched a bootleg movie for the first time...and many more after that. (Experience compliments of Romantic Occasion #2.) Some unlikely relationships developed in the sphrere of my accquaintences, as well as some unlikely separations. I applied to refinance my car loan and got declined. I attempted for 1 month to fold my clothes and put them away...I didn't like it. So I am back to laying them about in, what is in my head, an orderly fashion. I went back to school for 6 days...it stressed me out so much that I decided to try again in the future. One day, right? I was a firefighter for Halloween. I celebrated my 25th birthday at Dunleavy's. I still approach my day to day life with a carefree attitude, knowing that what will happen, will happen. I know that I'm still missing that someone to help balance out the shine and glitter in my ignorantly blissful mind, the person who would keep my grounded. But I'm happy right now with the ongoing journey that will lead me there one day. 53 weeks of singing out of tune. 53 weeks of not saving as much money as I'd like. 53 weeks of slowing becoming to person I'm meant to be. 53 weeks of the Food Network. 53 weeks of brushing my teeth.
All you've missed is 53 weeks of me living life.