Introduction
So tonight I am writing you from my living room couch. I currently can smell a terrible smell. I have narrowed it down to a few possible sources : my dogs breath, my feet, my sweater after sitting in my brother's smelly car, my unwashed hair, this spot on the couch where my dog usually sleeps. Who knows. Anyway, I just got back from the Tecumseh Corn Fest, where I scored some free corn on the cob which is only one of my FAV things. Uh, score!
Random Things I Think
-The cure for Cancer is probably something really simple. It’s probably something like take a shot of vinegar and hold your breath for 10 seconds. I am a strong believer in irony. Society as a whole doesn't know how to look at something in a simple way anymore. We are too preoccupied with over-thinking about every little thing that the answers to some of life's hardest decisions are right in front of us.
-Dementia and related diseases and disorders are mainly caused by boredom, not heredity or old age. Keeping busy is the only way to stay sane. Dementia is most common in older people because they are retired and don't know what to do with themselves, not because their minds are old and tired.
-I always root for the underdog. Being an underdog in many situations myself, I love seeing the unexpected triumph.
-There is not only one person out there for each person (soul mates). And if there is, I bet 99% of couples are with the wrong person then because what are the odds you find that ONE person out of all the people on the planet? Each person leads you down a different path. All have ups and downs but all are different. Choose which person leads you down the most appealing path and be with them. For example, if you have two men who love you and want to be with you (one is rich but sort of dull and one is not well off but sooo unpredictable in a good way), picture how your life would be with each one. Most likely both paths would be wonderful but choose one and live it.
-After-life spirits are real and there are living people who can communicate with them. I don't think people can necessarily see spirits but they can feel their presence and energies.
-Zellers is disgusting, especially the one at Devonshire Mall. I mean, do they even have cleaning staff? That place is so gross that it actually makes me physically mad. There is ALWAYS garbage and litter consuming the shelves and floor. The shelves are NEVER organized and stuff is just thrown everywhere.
-Some people like to say "i don’t want anything for my birthday, really!" and get angry when nobody gets them anything. However, I actually do mean it. I hate birthday presents because I feel awkward when opening them in front of the people who gave them to me and then it only means that I have to get them something for their birthday of equal or more value. I'd much, much MUCH rather just have people spend time with me by going to dinner or hanging out on my birthday and if they insist on getting me something, I actually do LOVE homemade stuff.
-I don't like expensive jewellery. I don't just say this because I don't want people to spend money on me but I actually genuinely find expensive jewellery to be ugly and dull. I like gaudy jewellery that is unique and has pizazz. I would seriously rather have a 5 dollar necklace from Ardene then something from a People’s or Ben Moss. Tiffany’s on the other hand…
-Dementia and related diseases and disorders are mainly caused by boredom, not heredity or old age. Keeping busy is the only way to stay sane. Dementia is most common in older people because they are retired and don't know what to do with themselves, not because their minds are old and tired.
-I always root for the underdog. Being an underdog in many situations myself, I love seeing the unexpected triumph.
-There is not only one person out there for each person (soul mates). And if there is, I bet 99% of couples are with the wrong person then because what are the odds you find that ONE person out of all the people on the planet? Each person leads you down a different path. All have ups and downs but all are different. Choose which person leads you down the most appealing path and be with them. For example, if you have two men who love you and want to be with you (one is rich but sort of dull and one is not well off but sooo unpredictable in a good way), picture how your life would be with each one. Most likely both paths would be wonderful but choose one and live it.
-After-life spirits are real and there are living people who can communicate with them. I don't think people can necessarily see spirits but they can feel their presence and energies.
-Zellers is disgusting, especially the one at Devonshire Mall. I mean, do they even have cleaning staff? That place is so gross that it actually makes me physically mad. There is ALWAYS garbage and litter consuming the shelves and floor. The shelves are NEVER organized and stuff is just thrown everywhere.
-Some people like to say "i don’t want anything for my birthday, really!" and get angry when nobody gets them anything. However, I actually do mean it. I hate birthday presents because I feel awkward when opening them in front of the people who gave them to me and then it only means that I have to get them something for their birthday of equal or more value. I'd much, much MUCH rather just have people spend time with me by going to dinner or hanging out on my birthday and if they insist on getting me something, I actually do LOVE homemade stuff.
-I don't like expensive jewellery. I don't just say this because I don't want people to spend money on me but I actually genuinely find expensive jewellery to be ugly and dull. I like gaudy jewellery that is unique and has pizazz. I would seriously rather have a 5 dollar necklace from Ardene then something from a People’s or Ben Moss. Tiffany’s on the other hand…
-I believe in lying. Let me clarify. I believe in lying when it can't result in hurting somebody and instead makes someone feel good. For example, if somebody worked really hard on cooking a meal for me and I didn’t like it, I would pretend that I do like it. I know most people appreciate an honest person but sometimes I find honesty unnecessary and rude in cases like these. I am a very honest person when need be.
-I don't have a set style when it comes to clothes. I don't buy things because they are "in style." I buy things that I like and if what I like happens to be in style then that is a bonus. I like a lot of different types of clothing derived from different styles and origins and I don't hesitate to buy something I think is cool, even if the people I may be shopping with hate it. You should have seen some of my outfits I used to wear in public. Looking back, I even have to admit that some of them were brutal but at the time I thought they were cool so who cares. I like wearing things that make me feel good. I don't wear things to impress people (only sometimes) and I can't help if what I like impresses people sometimes. lol
-People are people...gay, straight, bisexual, transgendered, etc. (I sound like Lady Gaga). I don't care what your story is, we are all people and we all face the same struggles, hobbies, likes, daily encounters, etc. Just as people are people, love is love, no matter which gender or age you love. If you want to experiment, I think that’s rad and all the power to you. I would never judge someone for their sexual orientation or their history. Good for you guys. If you’re gay and I dislike you, it’s because you hurt me or I find it hard to respect you as a person, not because you are gay.
-Romance is dying at an alarming rate. What ever happened to courting a lady? Seriously, I know I sound old fashioned but gimme a break. If you sit down with an older couple and listen to their romantic history, it’s astounding and the gestures some of the men pulled off to land their woman are incredibly respectable and unheard of today. I’m not blaming this all on men, us girls are terrible too. For many girls, their idea of romancing is buying them a drink at the bar and they give everything up. I'm a realist but I don't think romantic gestures are too out of this world to ask for. I've been lucky with encountering some really romantic gestures in my life, but I will save those stories for another blog. NOW, on the other hand, I am the type of person who finds romance awkward and unnecessary unless things are serious. Normally, thinking about romantic things happening to me makes me cringe for some reason but when I meet a person who I am head-over-belly button for, then I love it J
-I find it incredibly awkward when animals watch me doing sexy things with someone and it’s also awkward when dogs watch you go to the bathroom or change your clothes.
-I hate when someone has the power to make me smile and giggle like a school girl when they text me, even if it just says "hey."
-Tooting in front of your partner = true love. I will stand by this forever.
-There is no better feeling in the world then the high on life feeling. I imagine this is what doing ecstasy feels like. Some things that make me feel high on life are: achieving things on my list of things to do before I die, rocking a presentation or speech, landing a job, sitting on the edge of the Grand Canyon.
Out-dated Update
Today I share a tale of great triumph and courage. I shall tell you about, Bikini Bash.
Ah, Bikini Bash. I do not know where to begin with this. I was in grade 12 at the time and I was starting to gain a little popularity (I credit this to my rack that wouldn't stop growing). I thought of nothing but parties and who I was going to get to buy me my next mickey of Malibu rum.
One weekend, my parents had a party to attend out in Essex and somewhere I got the ridiculous notion to throw a party at my house. My house is SMALL AS HECK. You can’t get any smaller than my house. It is ONE floor. No upstairs, no basement, and it’s not one of those giant houses that is one floor but is separated into wings. No, my.house.is..SMALL.
Anyway, so I decided to throw a party at my house while my parents were out and it’s not even as if they were out for the entire night, they were just out to a party...not even a sleepover party! This party also had a theme, BIKINI BASH. All the girls throwing the party would be in bikinis. This included myself and all my close friends. How conceited is that?
So, because all my friends would have to come over and help set up for the party, I told my parents that I was having a "girls poker night." HAHAHAH. Girls poker night? We were in grade 12, not 12 hundred years old. I mean, if my parents believed that then that is their fault. However, they did believe me and even got out the poker set for me lol. As soon as they left, us girls got into our bikinis and frantically hid the important furniture and locked my dog in my parent's room. I’m so sorry Casey:(
So, the party was well under way and there ended up being like 70-80 people, IN MY TINY HOUSE!!! Girls were making out with each other while guys cheered them on, people were dancing, there were drinks being drunk and hookahs being smoked. People were loving it and I was loving that they were loving it!
Of course some things have to go wrong, it's only natural in my world. Someone drew a diagram of the male genitalia along with the words "Penis Ahoy" on my Mom's cutting board in permanent marker, someone threw up on my carpet and someone ended up vacuuming it, spreading the puke smell throughout the house, and I didn't know but my Dad's bike was thrown over the fence. And, my parents had called to say they were on their way home. We FRANTICALLY kicked everyone out by screaming out "PAREEEENTS." This seemed to clear the majority of the guests. I owe a big thank you to my bestie Colin for helping me get these people out. We QUICKLY threw off our bathing suits and put on our pjs, threw the cutting board and other garbage into a garbage bag. I can't remember exactly what we did with that garbage bag but I think I either threw it in the neighbour’s pile of garbage or gave it to a friend to take home. I couldn't leave that sort of evidence laying around. We made up a story, "Chelsea won the first game of poker then Aleksa won every game after that! It was a fun and relaxing night! (big fake smile)" As I laid down to go to sleep I felt a BIG SENSE OF ACCOMPLISHMENT! I was so amazingly proud of myself, until I got caught...
Naturally, my Dad was curious as to why his bike was over the fence and my Mom wondered where her cutting board disappeared to. They smelled the puke smell and my neighbour said there was quite the commotion at my house that night...and the kicker...at the time my mother and I both worked at the same grocery store, along with another young lad who was at my party Welp, somehow Mom found out from him. Busted.
All in all, so worth it:) Great memories. I actually just right now told my Mom what actually happened to her cutting board and we shared a laugh (well more like I laughed and she shook her head).
Ah, Bikini Bash. I do not know where to begin with this. I was in grade 12 at the time and I was starting to gain a little popularity (I credit this to my rack that wouldn't stop growing). I thought of nothing but parties and who I was going to get to buy me my next mickey of Malibu rum.
One weekend, my parents had a party to attend out in Essex and somewhere I got the ridiculous notion to throw a party at my house. My house is SMALL AS HECK. You can’t get any smaller than my house. It is ONE floor. No upstairs, no basement, and it’s not one of those giant houses that is one floor but is separated into wings. No, my.house.is..SMALL.
Anyway, so I decided to throw a party at my house while my parents were out and it’s not even as if they were out for the entire night, they were just out to a party...not even a sleepover party! This party also had a theme, BIKINI BASH. All the girls throwing the party would be in bikinis. This included myself and all my close friends. How conceited is that?
So, because all my friends would have to come over and help set up for the party, I told my parents that I was having a "girls poker night." HAHAHAH. Girls poker night? We were in grade 12, not 12 hundred years old. I mean, if my parents believed that then that is their fault. However, they did believe me and even got out the poker set for me lol. As soon as they left, us girls got into our bikinis and frantically hid the important furniture and locked my dog in my parent's room. I’m so sorry Casey:(
So, the party was well under way and there ended up being like 70-80 people, IN MY TINY HOUSE!!! Girls were making out with each other while guys cheered them on, people were dancing, there were drinks being drunk and hookahs being smoked. People were loving it and I was loving that they were loving it!
Of course some things have to go wrong, it's only natural in my world. Someone drew a diagram of the male genitalia along with the words "Penis Ahoy" on my Mom's cutting board in permanent marker, someone threw up on my carpet and someone ended up vacuuming it, spreading the puke smell throughout the house, and I didn't know but my Dad's bike was thrown over the fence. And, my parents had called to say they were on their way home. We FRANTICALLY kicked everyone out by screaming out "PAREEEENTS." This seemed to clear the majority of the guests. I owe a big thank you to my bestie Colin for helping me get these people out. We QUICKLY threw off our bathing suits and put on our pjs, threw the cutting board and other garbage into a garbage bag. I can't remember exactly what we did with that garbage bag but I think I either threw it in the neighbour’s pile of garbage or gave it to a friend to take home. I couldn't leave that sort of evidence laying around. We made up a story, "Chelsea won the first game of poker then Aleksa won every game after that! It was a fun and relaxing night! (big fake smile)" As I laid down to go to sleep I felt a BIG SENSE OF ACCOMPLISHMENT! I was so amazingly proud of myself, until I got caught...
Naturally, my Dad was curious as to why his bike was over the fence and my Mom wondered where her cutting board disappeared to. They smelled the puke smell and my neighbour said there was quite the commotion at my house that night...and the kicker...at the time my mother and I both worked at the same grocery store, along with another young lad who was at my party Welp, somehow Mom found out from him. Busted.
All in all, so worth it:) Great memories. I actually just right now told my Mom what actually happened to her cutting board and we shared a laugh (well more like I laughed and she shook her head).
By-eee
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Here is a picture of me and my friends at Bikini Bash!
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