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.