Tuesday, December 13, 2011

assorted candies.

"i am someone who is looking for love -- real love.
'ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't live without each other' love...."
I love this.

-SIGH-

I've been thinking about my New Years kiss.
This could really go one of a few ways:

 I could pick someone to represent the past and kiss them 'goodbye'
OR
 I could pick someone to represent the bright, welcoming future (<--- lol, how optimistic of me) and kiss them with hopeful anticipation.
OR
 I could drunkenly kiss a stranger, who presents nothing but my pseudo-sluttiness.

Why does everything need to have meaning?


 I am ignorantly, blissfully hopeful about 2012.
I just 'KNEW' 2011 was going to be AH-MAZING.
It was awful, there are no other words about it.
Just awful.

But I really believe 2012 will be good.
There are only a few ways it could get worse.


I need to really step up my goals. It's almost 2012 and I'll only have 3 years left 'til I'm 30.
I should have all of my goals done in that time. That is PLENTY of time to do what I need to do.


And it's almost Christmas.
It's that time of year and I'm feeling all confused about everything.

When aren't I confused?
What KILLS me is that my exhusband knows me so well,
he totally CALLED this bout of confusion coming.
Apparently I have feelings in cycles -- so he says.
I hate that he knows me so well, he can predict my feelings.
That annoys me.

Will anyone ever know me that well again?
Will I LET anyone know me that well?

I don't know but it's almost Christmas.
I'm excited about it.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

"i bet this is hard for you..."

I am so exhausted with my life right now.

Like, mentally exhausted and physically exhausted.

When you give someone the power to break your heart, they probably will.

Sometimes I'm just a girl with a broken heart.
I'm not strong. I'm not awesome. I'm not amazing.
I don't have hope, I don't have anything -- except one small piece of happiness in my children.

Mostly I'm just a girl with a broken heart.
I don't want to talk about it (except that, obviously I am right now).
I don't want you to feel sorry for me. Please leave your pity at home.
I don't want anything.

It takes a lot of energy to be strong and I don't have it today.
I'm so exhausted with my life.

It's Pablo.
Let him remind me of hearts not broken -- let him remind me of love:

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

climbing on my soapbox.

It's finals week at school and I have to write a paper about abstinence-only programs (in school) and their effectiveness.

Abstinence-only teaches these (hormonal) teenagers basically that they should wait until marriage to have sex, condoms are not effective all the time in preventing anything (duh but even the effectiveness of condoms is downplayed to scare them into not wanting to use them so they "wait") and that they shouldn't even masturbate -- and, obviously, to wait until marriage to have sex.

Okay.
So. I don't understand what the big deal is.
Why are we still trying to tell kids to wait until marriage to have sex?
Is it preferred? Yes. Is it realistic? Absolutely not.

Who tells a bunch of teenagers that, not only can they NOT have sex, but they can't masturbate either? It's just completely unnecessarily.

Do you know how many people I know who waited until marriage to have sex? None. Not one single person. I don't have habitually slutty friends (haha!). These aren't back alley prostitutes I'm talking about here. All my friends are just normal people and (most) normal people don't always wait until marriage to have sex.

I can't believe these antiquated ideals are still being pushed on modern-day teenagers -- who see more sex in an hour of network television than any person needs, who have access to SO MUCH sex and information. Why are we pushing this on our children?
As parents, we have to be one-step ahead of our children if we want to prepare them for anything and abstinence-only is a step backwards. Far, far backwards.


Obviously it's not working for Texas, since Texas has the 3rd highest teen birth rate (and the 2nd highest REPEAT teen pregnancies) in the nation.
Yes, REPEAT teen pregnancies.

I can't even get INTO the amount of CHILDREN (ages 10-15) that are contracting STDs in this country. It's enough to make me want to throw up.

Clearly something isn't working.

I don't even want to blame the schools for this either. It's not for the school to say whether a student should be abstinent or not. Sex education should be teaching about all the different kinds of contraceptives, STDs, basic knowledge about sex, etc. without anyone's opinion on whether or not someone should wait until marriage. If people want to claim that marriage is a religious tradition, then they shouldn't even be pushing marriage on teenagers in schools either. Separation of church and state, people.

It's the school boards and the people who decide these things that really get me.
The same people who don't want to teach their kids about sex are going to be the parents of the kids that I don't want hanging around my kids -- who will be more educated about things than those kids and therefore filling my children's head with all kind of bullcrap that isn't true.


They will be the same parents whose kids either get pregnant or contract an oral STD (because that isn't sex, is it? (sarcasm)) or God-knows-what.
Hey, how about we actually prepare our children for something? Like, life.
We're not raising children, we're raising adults (and I'm pretty sure adults have sex and oftentimes contract STDs).
We should prepare them for everything, not just the parts of life that doesn't make us uncomfortable to talk about.

I'm climbing off my soapbox now.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

you don't have to go fast, you just have to go.

I forgot my BITT goals. I'm not even going to front right now and pretend like I didn't.
I almost couldn't even help it and it was at that point that I realize it's going to be a BATTLE for me not to include 'romance' in my life. It's not apart of my goals.

I feel like it's mandatory we should go over my Before I Turn THIRTY Goals again:
  • get my Bachelors Degree in public relations. That is what I've decided and it's going to happen. It really is a dream of mine for my family to see me graduate from college. It might sound silly but that's just how I feel. I am excited about it though.
  • move to Austin -- that actually doesn't even have to happen. Can I exchange that one for something else?! I'm going to exchange that to "Move somewhere that I can find peace."
  • Get a Honda Civic. I'm not worried about that one right now.
  • Lose weight. Working on it slowly but surely.
  • Find and marry Jake Gyllenhaal. Since I'm making changes to my goals, though, I would like to change 'Jake Gyllenhaal' to 'Jason Segel'.
My reasons for such a change? I'm glad you asked.
Jake isn't tall enough and also, he's very outdoorsy. Like, he likes to hike and bike, etc. I don't mind doing those things occasionally but I'm not trying to make them hobbies. I feel like he would also intimidate me. However, Jason Segel IS tall enough, he's really funny -- and SO creative. He isn't traditionally 'sexy' (like Jake) but he's very very sexy to me (and to many other women). He can rock the man-scarf like no other man in this world and once Constance and I start writing our TV Show (for Showtime -- or, at least, cable!), I figure that will be my 'IN' to meet him. Either way, I'm not working as hard at the tv show as I should be (since it's my 'in', after all) but I've started it. Jake or Jason, it's safe to say that I definitely have NOT made any head-way on that situation either.

(and for some reason, I felt my spiel about Jason Segel not only warranted an update to my blog but it also went off in a direction (and feel) that the rest of the post doesn't go and I'm just going to allow it...)
The 'I need to get out of this closed box so I don't suffocate to death and anything extraneous will just get in the way' list:
  • romance.
  • men.
  • boys.
  • sex.
  • love.
  • texting.
  • dating.
I'm avoiding all of that stuff. Agreed? Agreed.
Unless and of course, if I'm romancing, texting, sexing, dating and loving Jason Segel -- my only exception.

 Anyway.
I made myself sad last night, and then again today. I went to the store to buy a book last night. I spotted my next big purchase, Jacqueline Kennedy: Historic Conversations on Life with John F. Kennedy. I picked it up and rubbed it against my face (okay, no, not really) and read the back. I was so excited.
Then I remembered the 20/20 Special that played some of the clips from the audio and I sat it back on the shelf. I can't even listen to her talk about him -- it breaks my heart. It really, truly breaks my heart and I cry. I can't imagine loving someone and losing them that way, watching them die. Sitting there, watching. How awful and heartbreaking.

Today, I was thinking about how I want that kind of love though. Not the tragic kind but the way she speaks about him -- if you've heard it, you know. I know it was only 4 months after he was assassinated but I believe her words, I believe how she felt. Loving someone like that makes a person so vulnerable.
I thought, "I can never love anyone like that because once I do, they will hurt me. I can't be hurt again. I just can't..."

My walls get higher.


And you know, even with all that, it's still going to be a battle for me -- even though it makes me feel stupid and I hate it, even though I don't believe in 'soulmates', even though I don't believe in the kind of love I would want, it's going to be a battle because I so very much want it to happen.
I know it's the romantic in me. Trust me, I hate it.

I have to find it in myself, like I already said. I have to find it with other people, in different ways.
I have to work towards my REAL goals and let life figure out that part for me because I can't.
I have my besties, my friends, my family, my girls and I also have a little magic so really, I'm good.
it's time to shake the world

Saturday, November 26, 2011

"it must be cold there in my shadow..."

I am about over it.
Seriously.

It's time to get busy living or staying stagnant and dying.
I know that isn't Andy's quote from Shawshank Redemption.
The quote is "get busy living or get busy dying".
Either way, it's true.

My blog is called 'can't really say the sh*t I wanna say' for a reason, huh?! It sure as hell is.
Anyway.

(random subject change:)
I know I'm not like normal girls. I get awkward around people but not in the Zooey Deschanel, "a-dork-able" way -- but also, not like my former astronomy teacher either. It's very clear to me, at times, that I am different. I say random things. This just started. I went from not saying anything when meeting new people to saying what I'm thinking. Sometimes it turns people off. Sometimes when I'm around people that obviously aren't as... "smart" as I am, I can literally feel the mood switch in the room and suddenly, I'm this weirdo who knows too much. Maybe I seem arrogant because I use 'big words' or  because I watch the news (sometimes) or maybe I seem nerdy because I can quote Shawshank Redemption or Back to the Future or The IT Crowd (or that I even know what The IT Crowd is --Chris O'Dowd-- (the real one!) squeeeee!...).

I know I'm not like normal girls because there are things about myself that I value that others don't. Most of my friends aren't like 'normal' girls either so I'm lucky that way.

I don't even know why I'm discussing my weirdness.
I need to be venting about living in the shadow of other people. Apparently that's where I live -- and have lived. I'm stuck in the shadow of other people. Well, one other person and it's chilly as hell.

I'm over it.
I am meant for something.
This whole thing -- this whole divorce FEELS like it's the right thing.

Welcome back.
While I am not religious, I cannot believe that something that felt as RIGHT as this (and continues to feel right -- even if I have weak moments) can be the wrong thing. I don't believe it is -- even in my weakness.
Marilyn has been taking the focus off my BITT goals.
Jackie is back now.
And trust that I will shine and be the person outside that I know I am inside.
Because inside? I'm a friggin' shining star.
I will not fizzle out and be nothing.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

epiphany.

I had said at one point that I want my future husband to be a good cook -- and cook Greek food for me. For dinner tonight, I'm attempting Greek food.

It occurred to me that all these things that I'm looking for, maybe I should find them in myself first.

Monday, November 14, 2011

dating is all played out.

I lasted a whole month on the 'dating' scene.
I don't guess I was even technically dating -- I was just talking to a bunch of guys who ended up being bored/lame/whatever -- NOT on my level, whatever they were.
Seriously, I don't know how routine single people do it. This whole thing just makes me miss my future-ex more and more -- only because he totally gets me. When we talk, we have great rapport -- he's witty and makes me laugh. Do you know how RARE it is to find a funny man?
Okay, if I was looking for ONLY funny, I'd be okay. People are always funny - intentionally or not. I prefer intentional hilarity but sometimes unintentional works too.

I don't want ONLY funny though. SMART is also a requirement.
Do you know how many 'not smart' people there are in this world? Or if they ARE smart, they play dumb for the sake of social convention. Either way, I'm not sure where all the rocket surgeons are hiding but I promise you, it's not in plain sight or else I would have found some by now.

I would prefer 'him' just to be straight-up, no questions 'AWESOME' but I can't really qualify awesomeness in any one specific way.


I'm focusing on this too much.
I almost feel like I should be lectured about my BITT goals again.
Anyone up for this lecture? NOT Constance -- she needs a break. :-)




Yeah, I did it. :-D Liza rules.


"I just want to fall in love, finish college, move out of this house and get remarried. Get a great job, travel to Greece, buy a house with a porch swing and enough room in the back for a garden... and grow old together. It's NOT too much to ask." -- me

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

"how i will inevitably push you away because i think it's easier than dealing with anything and that's okay because you didn't really want to be with anyway, did you?'


"never woulda run through the blinding rain without one dollar to my name if it hadn't been for love.
never woulda seen the trouble that I'm in if it hadn't been for love..."



If it hadn't been for love, a lot of things wouldn't have happened in my life.
Everything is stupid and confusing. But I can't complain, can I? Life is easy like Sunday morning.


I've realized (with the help of my armchair therapist, Constance) that I will inevitably attempt to push you away, Whoever You Are (Jake Gyllenhaal or my handsome British Ryan-Phillipe look-alike) -- or I'll run far away because I do it to everyone. Constance is right, I need a mountain climber. She keeps saying that I have to stop building my walls/mountains so high but I doubt that will happen.

When I need to calm myself down, I look at clothes and shoes. Shallow, I know but online window shopping puts me in a calm place.

When I need to REALLY calm down, I look at real estate. Houses, lofts, empty lots. Mostly houses. I could tell you the price range for decent houses in San Antonio, Austin, and in Fort Smith, (Arkansas).

 I don't know why I limit my real estate choices to Texas and Arkansas. There is nowhere else I can really imagine going, I guess. I'm not sure where life will take me. My mom wants to move to Colorado. My sister wants to move to Austin. Kelly Kapowski would LOVE it if I would move to Kansas. Where will life take us? Who knows.
If my future ex comes back from Korea and gets sent to Washington state, I would LOVE to go. I don't know why I would want to follow him since we are getting divorced but I wouldn't mind going to Washington. My friend moved there and she seems to love it. It seems like a nice place. I've always wanted to go and how many reasons are there to stay here?

I have no idea why I'm talking about moving.
I have no intentions of moving anytime soon (except out of this house in the summer).
Perhaps my thoughts are on traveling.
Sometimes I just wantNEED to go away for a minute.

Dear Constance,
Right now, I need a road trip -- hotel waffles, margaritas, and sand randomly stuck to my leg -- or something resembling that. ASAP, please.
love, your bestie,
shark bite. 

Monday, November 7, 2011

my weak emotional-immune system

I had a horrible day. I don't really want to go into specifics -- I just promise you that it's only mildly upsetting and is my own fault so I may be overreacting (which makes me grateful for my awesome, awesome friends).

The end of September was the turning point when all the good stuff started happening. It's been a pretty steady incline since then. I can't really complain. I hold no illusions that tomorrow won't be better -- and if not tomorrow, EVENTUALLY it will be better. Life isn't over, nothing (that happened today) is unfixable. I just need to pull myself together and figure stuff out.

What I keep thinking about since I started feeling this way is that I want to talk to him so bad.
I keep thinking I'm fine about him. I know this is what is best and I know getting divorced is what both of us want. I have a hard time letting people go though. Once you're IN with me, you're pretty much IN forever. I'm like a gang that way -- except you don't have to have sex with me to get 'IN' with me. I mean, it's not a requirement but it is recommended.

And since he isn't here, I don't have to think about him a lot. Out of sight, out of mind. Not to mention, I am gaining in distractions. When I get sad about something, though, my first instinct is still to run to him. THEN I remember he isn't mine to run to anymore. I'm sure he would talk to me and be nice to me, if I tried to talk to him. Anytime I DO try to talk to him about an issue (not relating to him or the kids), he's always really sweet about it.
I have to stop trying to run to him though. Like I said, he isn't mine to run to anymore. While I really want to be his friend, the fact is we aren't friends right now.

It's only when my emotional-immune system is weak, I forget that we're not anything to each other anymore.

This isn't really about whether or not I want to BE with him. I know where we both stand. I'm pretty sure it's just residual feelings from being together SO long, from being so close to him and being his friend. How do you just STOP being best friends with someone? It's almost been a year since we separated (11 months) and that's where I get stuck. How long is this going to take?

I guess I just miss my friend.

Friday, November 4, 2011

how to get in my pants 2






I know in the first 'how to get in my pants', I said 'don't crowd me'.
This is for the ones who made it past lesson one.
If you've made it past lesson ONE, we're moving on to:

Lesson Two
The Lost Art of the Chase
     I am not familiar with the rules of a one-night stand. I know how I like being treated in general by my potential sex partners but I'm not sure if the rules are different for a one-night stand. I don't understand one-night stand in general -- only because I legitimately cannot sleep with someone I don't know or that I'm not sure they care about me in some way. The farthest I've ever gotten was to their place. Once there, I just couldn't go through with it. I'm not a good choice for a one-night stand. I just don't understand them, nor do I want to participate in them.
     I've talked a lot about romance and fairy tales and what it all boils down to is being chased. Maybe that's why I don't like one-night stands -- there really is no 'chase'. Sleeping Beauty is clearly not easy to get to. The prince had to fight through an overgrown forest and a witch-dragon, I think -- and what did he do that for? I'd like to think the answer is 'for love' but I'm almost certain it's because Charming wanted to bang a princess. After all, he certainly earned it.
      Maybe it's cynical for me to believe that men don't really do anything for love and that Charming rescued his princess for sex but it's more realistic to me to believe that than that he did it for love. Why does anyone do anything? Sex. Period. I'm almost positive we can trace every war, every conflict, every problem anywhere back to sex. I'm just sayin'.
      I don't understand why some girls give it up more freely than other. 'It' obviously meaning 'sex'. It doesn't help me at all that other girls are way way way easier than I am. If anything, it makes me seem like a challenge.
     My sister is friends with some teenage (18+) guys. They come over here and they talk about all these girls and all the things their friends did in high school. Yes, I am going to assume about half of it is made up but even eliminating HALF of their crap, there is still A LOT of sex going on with these kids. I feel like a prude -- AND like a challenge.  
      I told one of them that I'm not that girl -- I'm not the girl you leave, I'm the girl you marry. I've been told that before, that I'm not the girl you just f*ck and flee. I wouldn't allow myself to be in that position anyway but it was certainly nice to hear from someone without me having to say it first. Ha.

     I guess my bottom line is -- I want to be chased and feel desired. I mean, if I'm attracted to you, I'm not going to play hard-to-get (after you get me) but I don't want to be the only one going out of my way. I can never find someone who makes me feel as good (not sexually, guys! Quit being filthy!) as I make the guys I'm attracted to feel. I always make the guys feel special, telling them how cute they are, how smart they are, going out of my way to be with them, etc.. I treat them fairly decent and I'm low-drama (if you ask anyone except my exhusband) and I'm funny as hell. Add that up and I feel like I'm always working on other people (I mean, men -- my friends actually listen to a lot of my bullshizz). That's fine. I don't say things I don't mean (as a rule - to ANYONE) so I'm genuine.
      The problem is it's hard to find a guy who makes me feel special. I build people up. I can build myself up (trust me, I have no problem finding the awesomeness within myself) but sometimes it's nice to hear how awesome I am from someone besides my friends. Obviously they think I'm awesome or they wouldn't be my friends. I want to feel special to someone else though, damn it.

     And since according to Constance, I run and hide and build walls, I would have to find someone who believes I'm worth the trouble. IF there are girls who are less complicated than I am, why wouldn't they get chosen? Who wants a challenge? What guy wants to slay a witch-dragon and cut down a forest? I know I'm worth it but I'm not going out of my way to convince someone who should just see it anyway. And anyway, not everyone 'gets' me. That = challenging.

Listen guys. Girls want to be chased sometimes.
CALL them. Have you called your girl today? Call HER!
TEXT them. When you think about them, send them a text.
Tell them they are pretty for no reason.
Kiss their hand or bring them a flower.
We like to be thought of randomly. And if you do think of us randomly, let us know.

I'm not saying you literally need to find a dragon to slay (ALTHOUGH I'm almost 100% certain it will get you laid). I'm just saying -- I want to be a little bit crowded. Well, if I've given you permission to crowd me, then I want to be crowded until I say quit. 

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

the greatest hypothetical situation ever

In this completely hypothetical situation that I'm potentially making up and probably has no basis in truth, there is this guy I may or may not be talking to -- and who henceforth be known as 'Chris O'Dowd' since he may or may not bare a resemblance to my favorite nerd crush and who I may or may not have a real life (yet, hypothetical) crush on.


the real Chris O'Dowd

Just sayin'. 

Anyway, so in this potentially hypothetical scenario, 'Chris O'Dowd' and I have habits in our relationship (<---and I use the term casually) -- And me? Well, I notice peoples habits and patterns. It might be some kind of mild autism, the way I pay attention (and remember) details and/or the things people say, the things people do -- when they do them and how often, etc.. Regardless, in this hypothetical situation, 'Chris O'Dowd' was going against his usual habits and I questioned whether or I did something wrong.

A crazy amount of time had passed before I heard from him and he missed his usual time to message me. My (hypothetical) concern was legitimate, I thought -- although my friends were telling me that I needn't worry. I realize it's crazy of me but like I said, I overreact. I'm crazy in a harmless way.  

I called Constance for our morning conversation -- because she is constantly talking me off the ledge. We may or may not talk 34 times a day from the time we wake up until she falls asleep (first, she usually goes to bed earlier than me). She talks me not just off the ledge in my hypothetical situations either. If it weren't for her, I would probably never have another relationship again -- hypothetical, casual, friendship or otherwise.

She suggested calmly that we make a list of the possible reasons why he hasn't responded (which made me think of the South Park episode with the girls and the list-making committee, if that pleases and sparkles with you) -- to which I promptly responded, "he was abducted by aliens..."

"That IS a reasonable reason," she said, in a way that sounded 2% sarcastic and 98% like she knew EXACTLY where this was going and she loved it. She opened up a word document and we went to work on this list.

45 minutes later, we came up with...

Realistic Reasons Why Chris O'Dowd Has Not Texted Me:

 1. He was abducted by aliens.

 2. He was asleep and did not set his alarm.

 3. He is sick, and running behind.

 4. He was abducted by the Mexican mob.

 5. He was abducted by the CIA, and forced to work on a secret project.

 6. He is secretly a spy.

 7. He masturbated so much that he went blind, and had not memorized the keypad on his phone.

 8. The luck dragon from Neverending Story came and brought him back to the story.

 9. Doc Brown made a secret trip to the future, kidnapped him, and they are off saving the other future from the past.

 10. He woke up from the Matrix and he is not here anymore.

 11. Scientists came and decided that they wanted to do future research on his brain, and froze his body last night.

 12. The men in black came and did a mind sweep because he saw something he should not have seen.

 13. He found a magical talking backpack and realized he had to go on a quest and do three things, and in the process got his map swiped by swipper, and he cannot find his way back to his phone. (And damn Dora’s mom only packed five blueberries!)

 14. There was a zombie apocalypse where he was last night.

 15. The rapture came and he was secretly saved by the blood of Jesus H. Christ.

 16. He got the serious case of Benjamin Buttons and last night he turned into a baby, and can no longer use a phone.

 17. He got his mind erased like on eternal sunshine of the spotless mind, and he does not remember me.

 18. He is secretly in a gang, and he got shot up by the Crips last night. He is in the hospital, on life support, and when he uttered the words "(MY NAME)" the nurse did not know what he was saying, and he could not text.

 19. He went out dancing last night and was discovered by Paula Abdul, and was begged to be in her next video. He is so shocked and excited, that he cannot even bring himself to send a text.

 20. He has a peanut allergy, and while eating Thai food he accidentally ate a peanut, and his face and hands instantly became swollen, and he cannot text.

 21. There was a fire in his hotel and his phone was ruined in the fire.

 22. He was possessed by Halloween demons last night and the demon Chris O'Dowd does not even remember his name.

 23. He had actually sent a text, but the sweetness of the text was blocked by his phone carrier, and they refused to send it through.

 24. He was going downstairs to the lobby to get a soda and he found a little gold earring and he put it on. In the middle of the night he switched bodies with the other person wearing the other earring. He is too afraid to contact me because he is trapped inside the body of a little black lady and he does not think that I would believe him.

 25. He was sitting in his hotel room (because he may or may not travel for work) and a big muscle guy with an accent comes in and tells him to come with him, if he wants to live. He goes with him and it turns out that the guy is a machine, who came back in time to protect Chris O'Dowd because he is important in the future. In the rush to save his life he forgot his cell phone in the hotel room.

Unrealistic Reasons Chris O'Dowd Has Not Texted

 1. He is avoiding me.

When I finally talked to him, he read the list, called it epic and then he told me that 'avoiding me' was definitely the most unrealistic thing on the list -- I feel like he meant it.

More than I want to speak on this hypothetical (and practically non-existent) situation with "Chris O'Dowd" ('cause I DON'T), I just really needed to share this list.

If you're ever waiting to hear back from someone and they take a long-ass time getting back to you, please feel free to look to our list for comfort, as the reason is almost certainly ONE of the reasons we proposed.


Saturday, October 22, 2011

unavailable

I keep meeting these guys who are completely UNAVAILABLE.

I know that I am still legally married but we are definitely getting divorced. There is no chance of salvaging out relationship. I love him and we are working on being friends -- that's what I want more than anything. I want to be FRIENDS with him, we're working on it.
The good thing is -- he is genuinely a NICE guy and I know he still loves me (because I know I still love him) so after we can work through everything, we can be friends.

So, while I'm still married, I'm definitely not UNAVAILABLE the same way these other guys are. I can't just do anything I want because I have kids.
Oh, yes -- I have children. They are more important than you -- they aren't going anywhere. I can't do anything about having kids -- but even if I could, I wouldn't. They are my loves, my whole heart and I wouldn't be able to breath without them.

Speaking of the loves of my life, I also have RULES about dating me:
  • you cannot come over to my house. Simply because I have children and I am not inviting men into their lives. Yes, I have male friends who come over but they are legitimate FRIENDS -- no "benefits", no sex. These friends are really just friends. If we are romantic at all, then you just can't come to my house.
  • if I do let you come over to my house, it will be after 8pm and you can't stay all night. But you have to be at a certain level to even get to this point and it's not quick.
  • I will talk about my kids but you can't meet them until after you meet my ex. That's just a rule. I expect him to do the same to be. It's just courteous and respectful in my eyes.
Those are just a few and I'm sticking to them.

Even though I've been meeting mostly duds, I'm having fun with it. I'm not taking anything too seriously. I don't want to get hurt -- anytime I think I start to like someone, I just back away a little.

I'm just loving life right now -- even though I'm bored tonight. Ha!

Monday, October 17, 2011

how to get in my pants


AKA "The Keys to My Vagina"

Lesson ONE
"Stalking is not love"

      I made a statement at one point on my blog about how I miss men. It's a true statement -- NO, I don't need to be lectured about my BITT goals again. But I decided to try to see what was out there -- just for the fun of it.
      I know enough about myself to know that I have a type: tall, SMART (preferably smarter than me), funny/witty, and kind of nerdy. I don't mean a socially awkward nerd like my astronomy teacher. You have no idea how hard it is to find this specific type of guy.

     Still yet, I put myself out there and here is what I know:

    If you try to show up at places you know I will be with my friends, I get super uncomfortable and start to feel smothered. I don't like to feel like I'm moving on a fast track to a relationship. I'm not ready for a boyfriend, I'm not trying to force anything and I definitely don't want some guy who is WAY too into me for his own good around me when I'm out. I've noticed how jealous some guys can be -- it's unattractive and it's a red flag for me. If your jealously comes out before we've even kissed, then I don't even want to see you again. It weirds me out.  
    If you text me more than 6 times in an hour because I'm not responding to you, you are exposing your crazy and it needs to be in check. If I don't respond to your, "Hey.", "Hey, wut u doin", "this is how it's gonna be??" -- then yes, that is probably how it's going to be. And that most unequivocally does NOT mean the next step in regaining my attention is sending me a photograph of your dick. Just sayin'.
    If you then begin to CALL because I'm not answering my texts, I'm over it altogether and will not talk to you again. If the photograph of your dick didn't already send me into researching whether or not my wireless carrier allows other phone numbers to be blocked, calling me surely will.

    Don't text/call the next day and act like you didn't blow up my phone. That's almost worse than the actual blowing up of my phone. It's weird to pretend that you were not creepy-as-hell as the day before. It's just weird. Weird -- and scary-creepy. How hard is it to be normal, guys? Really.

      If I am texting a guy and he doesn't text me back, I do not just continue on texting him. It's CRAZY behavior to try to continue on with a conversation with someone who doesn't want to talk to you. If someone doesn't want to talk to you, then that's it. And it's fine. I always say to myself, if he doesn't realize how awesome I am, then we're better off not even talking.
       It might sound egotistical, it might sound narcissistic but I can't help it. I don't see the point in pretending I'm less than awesome -- or even allowing feeling of non-awesomeness to overpower my rational, positive thoughts. It's a blow to my ego but it's not the end of the world. I'm learning to handle rejection a healthy way. And sometimes the rejection really hurts but I'm learning to put that "rejection" pain into perspective. But this is something else entirely.

Lesson 1.5
      I've also realized that I'm more likely be attracted to someone who speaks English (as in, not txt spk) in their texts to me. I don't even KNOW a lot of the text slang, besides "omg", "lol" (and any variation thereof), "idk" -- I DO know that "probably" isn't spelled "prolly" and that "Z" is not an acceptable substitute for the letter "S". If he knows the difference between your and you're, then I'm crazy attracted. Don't even get me started on Their, They're, and There.
      Even in texting, though, I might give a pardon because it's TEXTING. I shorten words sometimes so I don't have to send two texts or whatever other reason but if we're chatting on facebook and you're in front of a keyboard and you still message like you didn't pass 5th grade grammar, I will probably stop talking to you. I'm not super picky, I know some words are accidentally misspelled. I realize that people are human. I will recognize an EFFORT to be grammatically correct. If it's obviously not an important issue for you, then I can't help you.

     So to RECAP,
            lesson one taught us:
  • give me space
  • don't crowd me
  • DON'T even waste your time with me if I don't seem interested because I will probably never be interested if I'm not right away.
  • do not send me unsolicited pictures of your penis
  • spelling and grammar wins bonus points

Saturday, October 15, 2011

bipolar

I'm pretty sure I was called bi-polar twice last week. I'm not bi-polar though, guys!
Not yet. Haha!

I learned something new about myself -- (or, maybe it's, "I just accepted a personality trait"):

I overreact.

In my opinion, it's normal for people to overreact a little. That's what people who are prone to overreacting says though, right?

I'm not a scary overreacter. I don't go to extremes with my actions.
But with my feelings? Yeah. I overreact. I have extreme feelings.
I think I take things way too personal AND I overanalyze EVERYTHING.

I can't help the overanalying. It just happens. I question everything, the intent behind the action -- more importantly, the intent behind the word. I don't want to be someone who questions everyones intentions but I can't help it. It's safer for me that way. I cannot be hurt again. I'm sure I will be. Not everyone divorces their husbands and falls in love with their next partner and I'm sure that is not what will happen for me.

BESIDES THAT, dear reader - as I'm sure you are reminding me - my BITT goals expressly STATE "No romance". It's written on the blog post so I'm pretty sure that makes it almost legally binding - sort of similar to common law marriage.

ALSO I jump head-first into things JUST to see how I react to them. This is why I can't hardly get upset with anything that happens to me. I pretty much cause (a lot, not all) of the stress in my life -- just by jumping into things. Will I ever learn to do the things I should?

It's SO hard to stay positive. I don't know how easy I make it seem. I'm hoping that I make it seem like a breeze but trust me, it's really hard to stay positive. It's hard to maintain such a positive outlook.
I'm naturally a positive person so when I have to FIGHT every negative emotion in my body, it gets exhausting. That's why I believe it's good to have moments where you aren't fighting your instincts.
BUT it gets easier every day.
Today I'm feeling so positive -- without fighting negative impulses. I'm full of happiness right now.

My favorite love song of the moment:

"I want a love that's side by side, I want a love that holds me tight. I want love that feels like a dream but when I wake up, he's still there with me.
So put me up on a pedestal, give me everything I need but give it to me so completely that there will be no more wishing..."


Sunday, October 9, 2011

karma

Every time I think I get a little bit closer, it actually turns out that I'm two steps backwards. Oddly, the scenery looks the exact same. No wonder I can't tell the difference.

I challenged myself this week and on Day 2.5 of the Challenge, my good mood turned sour and I was back on the Depression Train. It's not going to last this time. It's gonna be the shortest ride on the Depression Train ever! I can't give other people that much power over my emotions. Everything he does is mind games and I'm not falling for it again.

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My friends are pretty f*cking awesome. I honestly don't think I could have a better set of friends. I am truly BLESSED for every single person in my life, for whatever they bring to it -- even the negative. I don't use the word 'blessed' a lot but that's how I feel about my friends. I learn something fron EVERYONE I meet. Everything is a learning experience and I truly enjoy every person I come across -- even miserable, horrible people.
Speaking of karma and miserable, horrible people, what I like about it is the "fairness" of it. If you put ugliness out in the world, then you get it back. It's about who you are inside and the conscious decisions you make to do good or bad things, the intent behind the action.

So now, I'm going to work on POSITIVE energy. It's been a great weekend-- even though literally nothing of significance has happened. My frown is back to being upside down and this next week is going to rock my socks off.

Positive energy, guys.
I feel like I'm radiating sunbeams and that I can end the war with my smile.


Monday, October 3, 2011

me and my big mouth

random conversations:
A: I hope we don't get raped.
B. Did you bring your rape whistle?
A: I don't have a rape whistle.
B: I handed them out at my Cinco De Mayo party!
A. I don't guess I brought one with me.
C. I'd almost welcome bring raped right now if it meant someone would touch my boob.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

falling up.

I cannot get enough of this week. It's just been the kind of week where ALMOST everything works out pretty good.

 I'm just full of hope. I was deflated of hope and now I feel like my HOPE has been restored.
I told Bee earlier, "HOPE and CHANGE is what I need. I sound like Obama right now! Hope and change, hope and change. I HOPE there is a CHANGE in my sex life!"

I feel like if I post the things I really say on this blog, people would unfriend me. Hahaha! People on facebook go back and forth between deleting me and adding me all the time. Obviously I don't care -- most especially if I don't notice, which most of the time I don't.

The "Book Club" bitches were back together this week and ugh! It was so ridiculously fun.
There are very few people in the world who I can say ANYTHING to and not feel like I'm being judged. How many people can say that they have friends who they can be their total (like, 98%) self with?
What happens is, instead of going the negative route about everything, if one of us says something crazy or does something off the wall, the other two just embrace it. There is no, "Oh my gosh, what a weirdo!" or "Wow, that's really f*cked up..." like my friends doctor said about a conversation she related to him that we had when she was here.
Yes, our conversations are so... awesome that a mental health doctor says, "Wow. That's really f*cked up..." I'm actually pretty proud of that.

But even still, we don't sugar coat things for each other... usually.
Constance told me point-blank at the bar that I have a problem with PUSHING people away -- even if it's a GOOD, positive situation. I'll push it away. I recognize that I do that but who doesn't? What does it hurt to be cautious?
And yeah, like an idiot, I really do want the handsome, British Ryan Philippe-look-alike to climb up the friggin' balcony because he loves me so much and he just ISN'T going to let me push him away. Lol, it's so stupid and EVERYTHING I was complaining back in "It's loves illusion, i recall", I realize that. How hypocritical am I? I can't help it though. Disney, Meg Ryan (duh, Sleepless in Seattle! in real life, he would have filed a restraining order) and, more recently, Katheryn Heigl -- OH! Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman? He climbed the fire escape, didn't he? I blame them.

In Back to the Future, Marty had Jennifer. He went back in time to fix their future together (among other things). Ferris Bueller had Sloane... and they had the cutest high school love ever.
John Hughes?! Yeah, blame him too. I LOVE Sixteen Candles but trust me, Jake Ryan NEVER breaks up with his girlfriend for the red-headed sophomore. It's just not going to happen. Sorry, Molly Ringwald. A young John Cusack was in that movie though, she should have went for him. He would have chased the hell out of her. Right, Ione Skye?! I will usually accept responsiblity for my own actions but in this particular instance, I'm blaming everything else.
And anyway, I went off-course with that.
My POINT is that I realize that I daydream too much.
The big romantic gesture rarely happens.

There have been so many self-esteem boosting, positive, AMAZING, awesome things happen in the past week that I'm so afraid it's going to go away. This sad feeling hasn't been overwhelming. I've just been so happy. I hope it sticks. Ah, there it is again -- hope.




"I don't want to waste the weekend. If you don't love me, pretend..."

Monday, September 26, 2011

i needed a really great day

I have to make this short and sweet but you read all my emo, depressing BS so I thought I'd lighten the mood.

I had a GREAT day today. This has been my first real "great" day in a WHILE.

First of all, I just felt pretty. I haven't felt pretty in a while.

Secondly, some things in my class happened that benefited me and made my little procrastinatin' heart happy.

 THEN the really cute gate guard was working and he was flirting with me again. I wasn't sure if he was flirting the first time but I was pretty sure this time. He was really cute though, and shy. He's totally MY team. I have no idea what his name is though.

Oh, and some other really great stuff happened that I wanted to erase... :-)

After coming to the hard realization that my exhusband and I are NOT getting back together, it was getting difficult to pick myself up and forging on every day. I tried to stay positive though.

I feel like today was the beginning of... something great.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

sorry for the tease

I did post some stuff earlier but I had to delete it because I felt like it was inappropriate. I know a few people saw it. I'm sorry that you had to see such ugliness come from my blog. I know it wasn't MY ugliness but I need this to be a place of positivity.


People think I'm crazy but what do you do when you can't help it?

Maybe I am crazy.
I am also hasty.
I have bad judgement.
And minimal self-control sometimes.

Thanks to my friends (and family) for just being here for me.
I love you all!


Monday, September 5, 2011

it's loves illusion, i recall...

My oldest daughter asked me the other day why there were so many songs on the radio about love. I'm sure as an 8 year old, romantic love is very confusing. People are happy about it ("girl, you're amazing, just the way you are..."), people are unhappy about it ("I hate everything about you, why do I love you?") -- there are so many different feelings going on, so many different situations.

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

that's just my baby daddy

My (future ex) husband is leaving for Korea one week from today. Anyone who has been around knows how often he comes over and how involved he is with the kids. Not to sound like he doesn't come around, because he does.
But regardless, he's leaving in one week. Since my mom is here with me, I don't think it's going to make my life that much harder with him being gone -- especially since I had been mentally preparing myself for his departure without my mom being here (her coming here was a surprise - a welcome surprise but still, a surprise). I was ready to tackle this alone. I don't know what my problem is but most of the time, I embrace challenges and face them head-on.

But he's leaving and this will be my first practice at being a "single parent" -- and even still, it won't even be as hard as a REAL single parent since we still live in our house on-post so I don't have to worry about rent right now.
I miss him as a person, as my friend so that's hard too.
Honestly, our relationship is my first relationship (and I'm pretty sure HIS too). I didn't date anybody before him long-term and so this is technically my first break-up. For being my FIRST break-up, I think I'm handling it well.

I am sad about him leaving. I have the sadness in my heart, like I did when he got deployed in 2006. I am very concerned for his safety, even though where he's going in Korea is supposedly the safest place there.
I'm torn about whether or not I should continue to feel this sad about it or if I should try to focus on the bright side. Trust me, my tour of Self-Pity City was lame and I'm on my way back to Bright Side Village -- I should be there any day now. Being negative and angry, depressed and sad is really hard and painful. I hate it. I hate being in the negative place and I hate dwelling. But I do miss him so the sadness is coming naturally.
In Oh! The Places You'll Go, Dr. Seuss talks about "The Waiting Place" and I feel like I've spent a lot of time there lately. I hate waiting. I'm impatient. I want to get things done RIGHT THEN, as soon as I think about it. Maybe all this waiting is a lesson in patience.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

austin in pictures.


Photo Courtesy of Mena :-)
She saw this on the side of a building while we were walking and loved it.

Torchy's Taco was SOOO delicious.
Photo Courtesy of Elizabeth

Mena loved this sign :-)
Photo Courtesy of Mena

Thanks to my coupons and price matching skillz, Mena got 45 packs of her favorite Trident gum for $8.17
Photo Courtesy of Mena


Frozen Custard.
My little sister and I got the exact same thing and didn't know it until we sat down.

Four Loko Fruit Punch flavor -- since apparently liqour stores in Texas close at 9pm, this was our option for Friday.
All of our vices (except mine, I don't smoke), sitting on the table

Taco Cabana for dinner on Friday

This is actually from night two.
BEFORE the Wild Turkey was open


They wouldn't let Elizabeth buy the little bottles of pino grigio at Walgreens by the college because she had an out of state ID.
So we went to HEB and she picked up some zinfandel.


Elizabeth rented a Charger for her drive down.
We rode like pimps.

smuckers peanut butter that amanda took


Randy


We found Jesus in Austin.
I'm not sure whose picture this is.


My girls and me

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

sometimes you gotta break down in order to build yourself back up

If you have to use the phrase, "I am not your vagina puppet", I think it's time to start reevaluating things.

I don't like putting my business in public but after Constance's comment about being strong because I can admit I'm weak, I feel like other people should know there are dark moments while going through ANY kind of break-up situation but especially a divorce.

In Austin on Saturday, I woke up and found out that $800 was taken out of my checking out without authorization. It was a pretty messed up situation since I'm not a rich bitch (yet), that pretty much screwed up my whole... weekend? Week? Month? All of the above.

Regardless, I forged on with Austin weekend as planned, TRYING to put on a happy face. I was with my besties and my sister -- even poor, I knew I could have fun with my friends and we did. I'll put pictures up later.
Saturday night, I might have drank too much and it might have been a bad idea. I was already really emotional and feeling sorry for myself. Most of the time, my friends can tell you, I don't usually spend a lot of time feeling sorry for myself or feeling ugly or self-conscious. I don't really have time for it.
I don't like to spend time in negative places.
But for some reason, I was vacationing in the most negative place of all - Self-Pity City.
I was alright at first. I met SO many people.
  • Jason
  • Bridget
  • Chris
  • Nicho (like, Niko -- short for Nicholas)
  • The girl who worked with Nicho
  • Kenny
  • Nick (yes, two Nicholas's in one night!)
  • Kitty Korvette (yes, that's what she said her name was)
  • Pita
  • Donnie
  • Mike
  • "Roger" (AKA Brendon)
  • "Roger"'s friend (whose name also started with an R)
  • 5 guys off the bus full of Dutch guys whose names I cannot remember for the life of me.
So when Bee and Ani told me it was time to find my little sister (who was with her almost-boyfriend in a bar down the street), I was okay with it. I was social, I met a lot of people so I considered the night a success.
But as we walked down 6th St., I saw someone who reminded me of someone else and I broke down in the middle of the sidewalk. I started crying. People were walking past me like I wasn't even there.
I finally sat down on the sidewalk (because I was much too inebriated to emote that strongly while standing) to continue my drama-crying-fest. Ani and Bee were trying to comfort me. Just then, Pita and Donnie walked by and were very very concerned about what was wrong with me. My sister showed up and thought it was funny that people I didn't know where stopping, knew my name and were actually concerned about me.
Bee used my catchphrase on me -- "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER!" I remember telling her that she was right, I DID need to pull myself together. That's when I got up and walked to the car.
"I can't believe I'm crying in the middle of the city!" I kept saying.

We finally went to iHop, where our waiter Carlos was trying to make me feel better too -- even though I still couldn't stop crying. I ate some crackers and cried while everyone else ate real food. When we got back to the hotel, I stayed up for a minute but I went to bed soon after.

There are moments where being brokenhearted  is ugly and real and takes you to negative places.
If you can make it out, you're stronger for it.
I'm going to make it out and I know that any of my friends who are in the negative place will make it out too. You just got get through it and find your way.

I've been okay since then though.
I've been highly emotional the past week but I am attributing that to not getting enough sleep. Apparently I can't handle less than 7-8 hours of sleep a night. I'm just overwhelmed but I know it will be okay. Once I get used to the routine again, I'll be golden.
On a more positive note, School started on Monday and I feel like life has been moving faster than ever since then. Maybe it's because the summer days were moving SO SLOW, they blurred together until I didn't know which day was what and when. And now, I know where I'm suppose to be at any given time. I really enjoy this routine -- although I am missing my friends and it's only Wednesday! I haven't hardly talked to any of them.
I love my classes though -- I changed them a lot but I'm glad I did because I picked the best classes. This semester is going to be awesome.
I like having stuff to do, I like going to class and I LOVE what I'm going to be learning this semester.
My kids love their classes and were ready to get back to school. My youngest wasn't really. When she woke up on Monday, she told me she was scared but when I picked her up after school, she told me that she had so much fun. She isn't so scared anymore.
song of the week:

Eminem!
"success is my only motherf*--in' option, failure's not..."

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Saturday, August 13, 2011

which is worse, danger or the fear of danger...

I'm described as strong. I don't feel strong. When my friends are wallowing, I don't know how to help them gather strength, since I don't know where mine comes from. I'm remiss right now to even SAY that I don't know where mine comes from because, again, I don't feel like I am full of strength. I feel like a fraud, a lie. The only thing I do -- the only thing I know how to do -- is keep moving forward, to pull myself together (ignore the haters) and just keep on keepin' on. Is that strength?

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Dear David Duchovny,

     Sitting on my couch watching an X-Files marathon, munching on my 1oz bowl of Brach's Hawaiian Punch flavored jellybeans and cuddled up with the homemade river quilt my grandma made, I've come to the conclusion that you are a very sexy man and we should meet forthwith. I've known about your undeniable sexiness for a while -- and it could be my loneliness overshadowing any sense of good judgement I may have but for some reason, I am finding you very attractive tonight. So much so that I am skipping any episode that is Scully-based and which you do not appear. I'm sure they are excellent episodes and Gillian Anderson is so beautiful, it's ridiculous but let's face it, not really why I'm watchin' the show.
      I've also been watching Californication so I know I'm not just attracted to the character of "Fox Mulder" -- although his passion for his job is an attractive quality for a man to have -- a quality I hope my NEXT husband has. The character of "Hank" on Californication is OKAY but he's not Fox Mulder. Regardless, there is a lot of sex on that show and I think you're doing it on purpose -- to tease me. I'm 99% sure that's exactly what is going on -- you're teasing ME personally.
     Please don't mistake this public love declaration for anything more than what it is. I fully intend on continuing on to marry my betrothed, Jake Gyllenhaal on or around my 30th birthday in four years so please don't make a scene by begging me to be with you. BUT I'm pretty sure if I ever saw you, Marilyn would come out in full force and you wouldn't even know what to do with yourself, you'd be so smitten. On my Notarized Celebrity Sex List (yes, it's really notarized), you are on there so you can tell I really mean what I say. This document is legally binding so that any fornication between the two of us is acceptable (even though we're both married). In fact, I'm not sure that it's not mandatory at this point since I went out of my way (through THREE different lists before ending with the one with your name on it -- some quality men were bumped off this list to include you) to get it notarized. Feel special, as future husband, Jake Gyllenhaal is NOT on my notarized list.
     X-Files is calling my name so I must end this letter to you now. I hope to run into you soon, David Duchovny (although I'm sure if I actually did meet you, I would become someone other than Jackie OR Marilyn --It would be more Violet Anne Bickerstaff than anything).
Good luck with everything... you know what I mean.
Sincerely Yours (until Jake and I become engaged),
Shark Attack

Sunday, August 7, 2011

unconditional love, pansexuality and restlessness

Constance and I were talking about her friend who thinks her husband needs to lose weight and always trash talks him and how we felt sorry for him. It made me think about love and how it should be UNconditional -- especially in that way. I really thought love was suppose to be about more than looks but apparently to some people it isn't.
I really feel like romantic love CAN (and should) be unconditional. I still love my (future ex) husband, even if I don't want to be with him. Is it fair to him if I can't give myself to him fully?
I found I would hide parts of myself from him. Pushing them down way far inside myself, I would hide these things from because I knew he didn't want to know or couldn't handle it. It's not his fault that I did this and when I think about it, it wasn't really fair to him. I didn't really give him a fair chance to know this girl that everyone else knows.

-SIGH- WHO KNOWS? The more I live life, the more I realize how complicated and gray it is.

Constance and I were talking about people we were attracted to (in a totally different conversation). It was on that day that she decided that it was her job to hand out other peoples sexualities, like some kind of Sexual Identity Fairy.
Constance declared my sexuality as Pansexual (which I accepted graciously).

Pansexual: "adjective; not limited or inhibited in sexual choice with regard to gender or activity."

Pretty much it means that I am attracted to people based on their personalities, rather than looks.
I've found that to be mostly true. I can usually know within 10 minutes of talking to someone if I'm going to like them or not. You might not think that is an appropriate amount of time to judge whether or not someones personality fits your own but trust me... it really only takes ten minutes. That guideline works 90% of the time for me. Sure, there are people who I don't like at first and then realize how wildly wrong I was but that's the exception, not the rule.
I've been tired of just about everyones personality lately. I've been bored with almost everyone I talk to. I miss my friends and sisters and mom and I need new people in my life.
I like to think I'm this quiet, loner introvert  who doesn't make friends easily -- oh and SHY. I'm also shy. When I use the word "SHY" to describe me, though, FOR SOME REASON, my closest friends always inform me that I am not shy. But if that is true, why do I keep describing myself as such?! Why is it so hard to believe that I am shy? I imagine Jackie Kennedy was shy when she first met people. She was a real lady after all -- not just a real lady but also a First Lady. I'm guessing it's the Marilyn side of me that isn't shy.

I'm just restless. I cannot wait for school to start. I switched my classes again but this time I'm taking "Writing for Radio/Television/Film" -- I know, I'm even jealous of me right now. I have my whole next year planned out though and unless something catastrophic happens (knock on wood!), I fully intend on following through with them.

Song of the Week:

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Jenkies!

I love Jenkins. I feel like him and I are very much the same. We both have moles by our mouths, we're both very dramatic and creative, we have the same sorts of issues. I just love him.

Our conversations today consisted of these little gems:

Jenkins, "It's my life goal to suck his dick."

Me, "Your LIFE goal?! How many 'life goals' do you have?"

Jenkins, said very matter-of-factly, "Seven."

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Jackie Kennedy/Marilyn Monroe

I love first kisses. I love that moment when you look at the other person and you just KNOW it's going to happen. Jenkins and I were talking about it the other day and I just can't see a new First Kiss happening for me anytime soon.
As per my 4-year plan, I KNOW that romance isn't playing any part in my life right now. I'm NOT looking for anyone -- which is the reason I can't see it happening. I'm not available. I'm not available to you or to any of your friends. I'm just not.

The recent conversations with my friends have made me think about men -- or, in my case, the sudden decline of men in my life. What is it about men that is causing me to miss their presence? I like being around men, I like smelling them (provided they smell good), I like TALKING to them. I love it when they do things with their hands and have deep voices.

I also like to be feminine and I like to flirt. No, correction -- I LOVE to flirt. I flirt like a f*ckin' CHAMP. For some reason, instead of being scared or nervous (like how I WANT to be), something takes over me -- I'm pretty sure it's the spirit of Marilyn Monroe. I become funnier than usual and witty. My lips gets softer, my hair shines brighter and my smile?? The way my MOUTH reacts to an attractive man embarrasses me.
But not in the moment. It's only later, when I replay it over in my head do I get embarrassed. Then I tell myself that I'm not going to do it again -- that it's embarrassing and just wrong. So wrong.
Is that how Jackie Kennedy would act?!

And does that stop me next time? No, it sure doesn't.

Constance compared me to Jackie Kennedy one day and it made me so happy. Jackie Kennedy Onassis is the epitome of class. She stood by her husband, even though he had many affairs -- Jackie O. would not have divorced her husband like I am. She didn't put him on blast or cause drama. AND she's still looked up to as a fashion icon. To be compared to Jackie Kennedy is one of the best compliments that I've ever received.
When I flirt the way I do, it's NOT very Jackie Kennedy of me AT ALL.
My mom said, "you are going to come through [this divorce] with grace and dignity and with pride in yourself." THAT is Jackie Kennedy. The way I act around attractive men is pure Marilyn Monroe.

I really enjoy these two different sides of myself though. I'm unpredictable, even to myself at times. I can be Jackie Kennedy all day and then have these brief flashes where I'm someone else -- someone sexy in an obvious way: Marilyn.