Ok, that last rant wasn't entirely true... People do notice me, a little.
Right after I wrote this entry, I had a CRAZY night out on the town. Not crazy in the sense where I was drunk, but crazy because of certain drama that happened. I would explain it, but I'm not sure it's the right forum. Needless to say, I went home alone. :(
Today was stressful, though I probably only feel stressed, when in fact I'm not really. Wow, what an awesome quality.
I think more time needs to spent in the library than at home. That's a bummer. Well, I'm gonna try to get some sleep early tonight!
<3
9.25.10
Ok, I finally realized why I am so damn upset! All thanks to a movie-going experience! (Easy -A is great btw!!)
No one notices me.
There I said it.
When I go out on the town with my friends, I never get approached. Ever. It's probably because when I go out I'd like to be as comfortable as possible. Good old Sambas, Jeans, and a Tee shirt. No reason to dress up if all it makes you feel is uncomfortable. I like to go out and have a good time, and having a good time does not equal me wearing a low cut shirt.
I don't understand. Apparently the dress code to go to bars is heels, tight pants (preferably some sort of spandex), and a shirt that barely covers anything at all! Where's the mystery ladies! Where is the allure? Is it that women are supposed to be sexually alluring? That we are now expected in today's society to flaunt our bodies as some sort of mating ritual?
It's frustrating is all. While all my friends, even gay ones, are being approached for a conversation, there I am holding everyone's beer for them. There I am in my Tee shirt and jeans because I am the only real person in the damn place. I just don't feel like the beautiful, confident, sexy girl I really am.
Also, my cat's new favorite napping place, is inside of a Molson Canadian 12 pack (bottles) box. It's adorable! I'll try to get a pic! :D
'Till my next rant. :)
No one notices me.
There I said it.
When I go out on the town with my friends, I never get approached. Ever. It's probably because when I go out I'd like to be as comfortable as possible. Good old Sambas, Jeans, and a Tee shirt. No reason to dress up if all it makes you feel is uncomfortable. I like to go out and have a good time, and having a good time does not equal me wearing a low cut shirt.
I don't understand. Apparently the dress code to go to bars is heels, tight pants (preferably some sort of spandex), and a shirt that barely covers anything at all! Where's the mystery ladies! Where is the allure? Is it that women are supposed to be sexually alluring? That we are now expected in today's society to flaunt our bodies as some sort of mating ritual?
It's frustrating is all. While all my friends, even gay ones, are being approached for a conversation, there I am holding everyone's beer for them. There I am in my Tee shirt and jeans because I am the only real person in the damn place. I just don't feel like the beautiful, confident, sexy girl I really am.
Also, my cat's new favorite napping place, is inside of a Molson Canadian 12 pack (bottles) box. It's adorable! I'll try to get a pic! :D
'Till my next rant. :)
9.25.10
Geez, where did September go?
Well, here I am. I'm feeling like I need to write something, but I'm not sure anyone actually wants to know what's going on anymore. Plus, I'm not sure I can divulge what's going on in this little head of mine without losing it.
But, there's good news!! Fall lineup is back on TV!! Glee, House, Grey's, and Private Practice! So, this gives me something to procrastinate with! Yay!
I'll write later I'm sure. Peace.
Well, here I am. I'm feeling like I need to write something, but I'm not sure anyone actually wants to know what's going on anymore. Plus, I'm not sure I can divulge what's going on in this little head of mine without losing it.
But, there's good news!! Fall lineup is back on TV!! Glee, House, Grey's, and Private Practice! So, this gives me something to procrastinate with! Yay!
I'll write later I'm sure. Peace.
9.23.10
Woah almost two days in a row! Holy S&^%!
So, lots of things happen to me in my average life that happen to a lot of people, but I think what makes this blog unique is that I believe that the things that happen, "the average things" are what makes us us. Our experiences form our existence, even if they are average.
This being said... I was driving into school this morning, and usually my drive is 3-5 minutes, so I only get to hear one or two songs. Well, this morning was just one, and then the beginning of an awesome Blues Travellers song. the one song though, was by The Airborne Toxic Event and was Sometime Around Midnight. Now, I've heard this song a ton, and you guys have too whether you know it or not. Here are the lyrics for reference.
And it starts, sometime around midnight.
Or at least that’s when you lose yourself
for a minute or two.
As you stand, under the bar lights.
And the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while.
And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile.
And that white dress she’s wearing
you haven’t seen her for a while.
But you know, that she’s watching.
She’s laughing, she’s turning.
She’s holding her tonic like a cross*.
The room’s suddenly spinning.
She walks up and asks how you are.
So you can smell her perfume.
You can see her lying naked in your arms.
And so there’s a change, in your emotions.
And all these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind.
Of the curl of your bodies,
like two perfect circles entwined.
And you feel hopeless and homeless
and lost in the haze of the wine.
Then she leaves, with someone you don’t know.
But she makes sure you saw her.
She looks right at you and bolts.
As she walks out the door,
your blood boiling
your stomach in ropes.
Oh and when your friends say,
“What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Then you walk, under the streetlights.
And you’re too drunk to notice,
that everyone is staring at you.
You just don’t care what you look like,
the world is falling around you.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You know that she’ll break you in two.
I realized that this perfectly embodied why I can't be friends with my ex's. Here's the part:
You can see her lying naked in your arms.
And so there’s a change, in your emotions.
And all these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind.
Of the curl of your bodies,
like two perfect circles entwined.
That's what happens to me when I see my ex's. All I can think was when we were perfectly happy, and most of that happens when we were cuddling. This really is the perfect Ex song. I think it perfectly encapsulates the feeling a lot of people have. At least, when they actually love you. Probably why my latest ex doens't feel this way. Hmmph.
'Till next time! Have a good day!
So, lots of things happen to me in my average life that happen to a lot of people, but I think what makes this blog unique is that I believe that the things that happen, "the average things" are what makes us us. Our experiences form our existence, even if they are average.
This being said... I was driving into school this morning, and usually my drive is 3-5 minutes, so I only get to hear one or two songs. Well, this morning was just one, and then the beginning of an awesome Blues Travellers song. the one song though, was by The Airborne Toxic Event and was Sometime Around Midnight. Now, I've heard this song a ton, and you guys have too whether you know it or not. Here are the lyrics for reference.
And it starts, sometime around midnight.
Or at least that’s when you lose yourself
for a minute or two.
As you stand, under the bar lights.
And the band plays some song
about forgetting yourself for a while.
And the piano’s this melancholy soundtrack to her smile.
And that white dress she’s wearing
you haven’t seen her for a while.
But you know, that she’s watching.
She’s laughing, she’s turning.
She’s holding her tonic like a cross*.
The room’s suddenly spinning.
She walks up and asks how you are.
So you can smell her perfume.
You can see her lying naked in your arms.
And so there’s a change, in your emotions.
And all these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind.
Of the curl of your bodies,
like two perfect circles entwined.
And you feel hopeless and homeless
and lost in the haze of the wine.
Then she leaves, with someone you don’t know.
But she makes sure you saw her.
She looks right at you and bolts.
As she walks out the door,
your blood boiling
your stomach in ropes.
Oh and when your friends say,
“What is it? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Then you walk, under the streetlights.
And you’re too drunk to notice,
that everyone is staring at you.
You just don’t care what you look like,
the world is falling around you.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You just have to see her.
You know that she’ll break you in two.
I realized that this perfectly embodied why I can't be friends with my ex's. Here's the part:
You can see her lying naked in your arms.
And so there’s a change, in your emotions.
And all these memories come rushing
like feral waves to your mind.
Of the curl of your bodies,
like two perfect circles entwined.
That's what happens to me when I see my ex's. All I can think was when we were perfectly happy, and most of that happens when we were cuddling. This really is the perfect Ex song. I think it perfectly encapsulates the feeling a lot of people have. At least, when they actually love you. Probably why my latest ex doens't feel this way. Hmmph.
'Till next time! Have a good day!
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