Last night some friends and I attempted to go to the free Jason Aldean concert in Norfolk. After waiting in traffic FOREVER, we reached the gate only to be turned away by 2 huge military dudes. Needless to say we were not happy. So, since we were already dressed up and ready for a good night, we ventured out to Va Beach and ended up at this place called Kokamoes. (Cool place by the way).
For those of you who don't know, I've been pretty sick the past couple of days. Going out last night was probably against my better judgment, but I was going nuts sitting in my house. So I had some good,sober fun at a bar full of wasted people.
Whenever I'm sober at bars I always get to thinking. Here were some of my thoughts last night:
Why do people go to bars?
Why do guys come to bars alone?
Why do guys think its okay to dance on you without asking?
Am I going to meet my future boyfriend/husband in a bar? (God I hope not)
Why do white people dance...at all? Seriously just don't.
So, my answer to the first question, why do people go to bars, is this. People go to bars with the hopes of meeting other people, preferably of the opposite sex. If their attempts to meet people don't go as planned, they just continue to drink more until it doesn't matter anymore. But here's where my problem comes in. When I'm getting ready to go to a bar, I'm doing my hair, makeup, picking out a nice outfit, all the while I'm imagining the "perfect" guy I will meet when I get to the bar. Now the problem, is when I get to the bar I think to myself, ew I don't want to talk to any of these creeps. Guys in bars are socially awkward. They either stare at you until you're forced to look away, make up a random question to ask you, or ask you to dance when you are clearly happy just dancing with your girlfriends. So, the lesson I learned from this is, I need to stop expecting to meet someone at a bar.
But seriously, how do guys and girls meet each other after college? The bars in college were so much different than they are now. At least at Tech I knew that everyone in the bar was a college student, so that took away from their creepiness. But now, when I go out in Norfolk or Va Beach, I never know who I'm going to end up talking to. I don't mean to sound like a prude or anything, but there are just some people out there that I do not want to talk to. Maybe I'm being a little harsh and judgmental, but its hard to know who to trust these days. I guess I'm just not ready to accept the idea that "Mr. Perfect" could be out at the bar drinking his bud light and waiting for me to meet him. Can't I just meet someone in the gym? Or grocery store line for that matter? See, this is what is wrong with the world today. We think our lives should mirror movies and fiction novels. But let's be serious, the odds of me meeting someone in the grocery line are about as good as me winning the lottery.
But then that fear starts to creep in. You know, the little voice in the back of your head that warns you, you better meet someone or you'll never get married and be single forever. I HATE that voice. And sometimes I do let the voice get to me and the idea of not finding someone does scare me. But on the other hand, I'm young, and its too early to settle for just anyone. And maybe being single forever isn't as terrible as it sounds. I could make a great cougar some day...
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
The Ugly Truth
Monday night marked a first in my less than wonderful dating life. I went on a blind date with someone significantly older than me. Not that the age matters, but just going on a blind date in general was intimidating! Unfortunately, fire works did not go off, horns did not sound in the background, and it was not love at first sight. But I definitely learned a few life lessons. And we all know how much I love learning new things. Especially when it comes to the opposite sex. Anyway, here are some things I learned.
Blind dates in real life aren't the same as they are on tv. To be honest, it was pretty normal. I thought I would be super nervous and awkward, but I surprised myself with how calm I was. Sure, I felt a little like I'd be "matched" like the website match.com but I am NOT above that. haha. I also reaffirmed something that I already knew. If you continue to ask people questions about themselves, you will never run out of things to talk about. People are self-centered, they like to hear the sound of their own voice, and they like to brag about their job, finances, hot bod, etc.
Now, perhaps the most important lesson that came from the date is this: Before you can fall in love, live happily ever after, have a house with a white fence, you must, absolutely MUST have a physical connection with the person. Maybe it sounds like a "no duh" type lesson but seriously, when is the last time you approached a guy in a bar because he looked like he had a nice personality? People don't even want to hold conversations with people unless they find them physically attractive. Think about your friends, usually pretty people hang out with other pretty people. Think about your past relationships, did you not look at him when you first met and think oh, he's hot? Well, maybe it's just me, but I've realized that I have GOT to like what I'm looking at physically before I even begin to connect emotionally.
Maybe it sounds like I've got things backwards, but I really think I'm on to something here. Why would you want to spend time getting to know someone's personality if you already know that there's no potential for chemistry? And who doesn't have "the list" of physical features that they want their ideal boyfriend/girlfriend to have. We all want that tall, dark, handsome, preferably well off, guy. It's the ugly truth, and it stings a bit. It might sound shallow or judgmental, but just give it some thought. For me, I'm a shoe person. If a guy has bad shoes, I know that things aren't going anywhere. Some people get hung up about crooked teeth, for others its height. I am a shoe person! What are you?
Blind dates in real life aren't the same as they are on tv. To be honest, it was pretty normal. I thought I would be super nervous and awkward, but I surprised myself with how calm I was. Sure, I felt a little like I'd be "matched" like the website match.com but I am NOT above that. haha. I also reaffirmed something that I already knew. If you continue to ask people questions about themselves, you will never run out of things to talk about. People are self-centered, they like to hear the sound of their own voice, and they like to brag about their job, finances, hot bod, etc.
Now, perhaps the most important lesson that came from the date is this: Before you can fall in love, live happily ever after, have a house with a white fence, you must, absolutely MUST have a physical connection with the person. Maybe it sounds like a "no duh" type lesson but seriously, when is the last time you approached a guy in a bar because he looked like he had a nice personality? People don't even want to hold conversations with people unless they find them physically attractive. Think about your friends, usually pretty people hang out with other pretty people. Think about your past relationships, did you not look at him when you first met and think oh, he's hot? Well, maybe it's just me, but I've realized that I have GOT to like what I'm looking at physically before I even begin to connect emotionally.
Maybe it sounds like I've got things backwards, but I really think I'm on to something here. Why would you want to spend time getting to know someone's personality if you already know that there's no potential for chemistry? And who doesn't have "the list" of physical features that they want their ideal boyfriend/girlfriend to have. We all want that tall, dark, handsome, preferably well off, guy. It's the ugly truth, and it stings a bit. It might sound shallow or judgmental, but just give it some thought. For me, I'm a shoe person. If a guy has bad shoes, I know that things aren't going anywhere. Some people get hung up about crooked teeth, for others its height. I am a shoe person! What are you?
Saturday, August 1, 2009
I LOVE THIS SONG!
I don't know how old/new this song is but I am obsessed with it. It's called "Broken" and it is by Lifehouse.
Broken
The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
And I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out
I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
And I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for purpose, they're still looking for life
I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain (In the pain) there's the healing
In your name (In your name) I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, (I'm still holdin')
I'm holdin' on, (I'm still holdin')
I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin')
I'm barely holdin' on to you
I'm hanging on another day
Just to see what you will throw my way
And I'm hanging on to the words you say
You said that I would, would be ok
The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home
I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain (In the pain) there is healing
In your name (In your name) I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, (I'm still holdin)
I'm holdin' on, (I'm still holdin')
I'm holdin' on, (I'm still holdin')
I'm barely holdin' on to you
I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin')
I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin')
I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin')
I'm barely holdin' on to you
Broken
The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight
Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time
And I am here still waiting though I still have my doubts
I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out
I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain there is healing
In your name I find meaning
The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head
I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead
And I still see your reflection inside of my eyes
That are looking for purpose, they're still looking for life
I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain (In the pain) there's the healing
In your name (In your name) I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, (I'm still holdin')
I'm holdin' on, (I'm still holdin')
I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin')
I'm barely holdin' on to you
I'm hanging on another day
Just to see what you will throw my way
And I'm hanging on to the words you say
You said that I would, would be ok
The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone
I may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home
I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing
With a broken heart that's still beating
In the pain (In the pain) there is healing
In your name (In your name) I find meaning
So I'm holdin' on, (I'm still holdin)
I'm holdin' on, (I'm still holdin')
I'm holdin' on, (I'm still holdin')
I'm barely holdin' on to you
I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin')
I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin')
I'm holdin' on (I'm still holdin')
I'm barely holdin' on to you
Friday, July 31, 2009
Kids
EXTREMELY SORRY that I have written in forever. There are no excuses so I won't even make one up. Honestly, I haven't really been in the blogging mood lately and this thing is hard to keep up with. Sorry to disappoint.
For those of you who don't know, my job is working with kids and teens at a summer camp program. I swear, some of the stuff these kids do amazes me. Clearly I do not remember being an annoying kid like some of the ones I have to deal with on a daily basis. The questions never stop, the whining is constant, the hitting, punching, kicking, fighting, yelling, crying, and pouting are ongoing from the time camp starts to the time camp ends. But my question is, why are these kids so BAD all the time? And until the day I die I will argue that girls are better behaved than boys. And boys smell so bad too! Some of them act like they have never been told what to do before. They just look at me like, are you talking to me? Uhhh yes sweetheart I am.
Needless to say working this job has made me think ALOT about kids, and if I even want them in the future. I honestly don't know how people have any more than 1 kid. I don't think I could handle it! But I do know one thing, if I do have kids, they are going to be the most poliet, most well mannered kids anyone has ever met. Because there is nothing worse than a person who has no manners or home training. And if you don't start it young then it will only get worse when they get older. Also, while I'm thinking about it, here are some other things that my kids will/won't do:
1. My kids will NOT eat fast food....especially not McDonald's.
2. My kids will NOT play on indoor playgrounds with balls...which will be avoided since they won't eat fast food. (and I can't believe I did that as a kid, how gross...people poop in there!)
3. My kids will most likely wear leashes until they are old enough to learn to stay beside me in public places. (yes, I will be THAT mom)
4. My kids will not have 400 different types of electronic games to occupy their time.
5. My kids will say yes mam and yes sir when they speak to adults.
6. My daughter will be allowed to compete in beauty pageants if she wants to. (because my mom never allowed me to and I'm still not over it.)
I could go on but I'll stop before people think I'm crazy. I've told my mom all of these things that I want my kids to do and she says that there is no way it will actually happen. Hopefully I will prove her wrong.
For those of you who don't know, my job is working with kids and teens at a summer camp program. I swear, some of the stuff these kids do amazes me. Clearly I do not remember being an annoying kid like some of the ones I have to deal with on a daily basis. The questions never stop, the whining is constant, the hitting, punching, kicking, fighting, yelling, crying, and pouting are ongoing from the time camp starts to the time camp ends. But my question is, why are these kids so BAD all the time? And until the day I die I will argue that girls are better behaved than boys. And boys smell so bad too! Some of them act like they have never been told what to do before. They just look at me like, are you talking to me? Uhhh yes sweetheart I am.
Needless to say working this job has made me think ALOT about kids, and if I even want them in the future. I honestly don't know how people have any more than 1 kid. I don't think I could handle it! But I do know one thing, if I do have kids, they are going to be the most poliet, most well mannered kids anyone has ever met. Because there is nothing worse than a person who has no manners or home training. And if you don't start it young then it will only get worse when they get older. Also, while I'm thinking about it, here are some other things that my kids will/won't do:
1. My kids will NOT eat fast food....especially not McDonald's.
2. My kids will NOT play on indoor playgrounds with balls...which will be avoided since they won't eat fast food. (and I can't believe I did that as a kid, how gross...people poop in there!)
3. My kids will most likely wear leashes until they are old enough to learn to stay beside me in public places. (yes, I will be THAT mom)
4. My kids will not have 400 different types of electronic games to occupy their time.
5. My kids will say yes mam and yes sir when they speak to adults.
6. My daughter will be allowed to compete in beauty pageants if she wants to. (because my mom never allowed me to and I'm still not over it.)
I could go on but I'll stop before people think I'm crazy. I've told my mom all of these things that I want my kids to do and she says that there is no way it will actually happen. Hopefully I will prove her wrong.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
He's Just Not That Into You
"What if you meet the love of your life, are you supposed to let them pass you by?"
Well, are you?
Well, are you?
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Life Lessons 648,598 and 648,599
If something seems too good to be true....there's a 99% chance it probably is.
Always go with your gut instinct, always.
Always go with your gut instinct, always.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Back in Action
Alright, I know there is no excuse for not writing sooner but I actually had important things going on! For example vacation to OBX, and lets not forget our internet being broken for almost a week. But have no fear, I am back in action now!
This week has been super BUSY! I now have so much more respect for people who work "real jobs" from Monday thru Friday. This week I worked 3, ten hour days and I was absolutely wiped. But then I thought to myself, what if I had actually worked 5 days like that? I honestly do not know how some people do it! I've been in bed by 10pm every night this week. Lameeeeeee! I'm hoping my body will eventually adjust to the whole being awake more than being asleep concept. At school I could sleep for 11 or 12 hours easily, and now I'm praying I get 6 or 7. It's funny how things change.
On another note, I am slowly starting to get hooked on working out/ eating healthy. I guess this could be seen as both a good and bad thing. In one way I think its awesome that I have grown to love working out and eating healthy. I can see changes in my body and its really exciting/motivating. I also love the feeling of eating something that is good for me and knowing that I can resist the urge to give in to unhealthy food. With that said, there is also a guilt that comes along with the whole healthy workout freak thing. I've noticed that I sometimes feel guilty if I splurge on something unhealthy for a meal or if I skip a work out because I'm too tired. I almost feel like I have to work out in order to have a good day. So I guess you could say it is rewarding and frustrating at the same time. But I honestly have to say without a doubt, that I am thankful that breaking my leg has led me to such a healthy life path. I would not change any of this for a minute and I know that there are nothing put good things ahead of me. I am almost 100% sure that I want a career that has to do with fitness/ teaching people how to get in shape. Now I just have to whip my butt into shape before I start preaching to others.
This week has been super BUSY! I now have so much more respect for people who work "real jobs" from Monday thru Friday. This week I worked 3, ten hour days and I was absolutely wiped. But then I thought to myself, what if I had actually worked 5 days like that? I honestly do not know how some people do it! I've been in bed by 10pm every night this week. Lameeeeeee! I'm hoping my body will eventually adjust to the whole being awake more than being asleep concept. At school I could sleep for 11 or 12 hours easily, and now I'm praying I get 6 or 7. It's funny how things change.
On another note, I am slowly starting to get hooked on working out/ eating healthy. I guess this could be seen as both a good and bad thing. In one way I think its awesome that I have grown to love working out and eating healthy. I can see changes in my body and its really exciting/motivating. I also love the feeling of eating something that is good for me and knowing that I can resist the urge to give in to unhealthy food. With that said, there is also a guilt that comes along with the whole healthy workout freak thing. I've noticed that I sometimes feel guilty if I splurge on something unhealthy for a meal or if I skip a work out because I'm too tired. I almost feel like I have to work out in order to have a good day. So I guess you could say it is rewarding and frustrating at the same time. But I honestly have to say without a doubt, that I am thankful that breaking my leg has led me to such a healthy life path. I would not change any of this for a minute and I know that there are nothing put good things ahead of me. I am almost 100% sure that I want a career that has to do with fitness/ teaching people how to get in shape. Now I just have to whip my butt into shape before I start preaching to others.
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