So, I had a different blog before I started this one. I decided to start a new blog because I wanted to be more careful about my punctuation and spelling. I also wanted a blog that was more PG, but slowly this blog became somewhat inappropriate. I can't help who I am and how I write.
Anyway, I will post some entries from my old blog in here, beginning with this one.
Written June 18th 2011
Tonight, I am writing you from my couch in my pyjamas on a Saturday night. Do not feel bad for me, I had plenty of better offers tonight but I felt this was the best option. I did however go for a walk with my friend Jenna in my 70's gym shorts and my graphic tee with a monster on it that reads, "OMGRRRR." Why don't I care more? Anyways, we had a nice chat about boys and such. It was lovely. I am wiped from last night's events, Relay For Life. I was lucky enough to be part of the St. Clair team. We dressed up as Super Heroes and I was adamant on being a dinosaur. So I was Curasaurus, the cancer curing dinosaur. If only it was a real breed. I wore my costume mask while driving around the city and people were looking at me weirdly, I wonder why.
I am in a music mood right now. When I get in these moods I usually find a song I love, play it about 10 times and then move onto another song that I play 10 times and so on and so fourth. Tonight so far I've been jamming out to You and I by Lady Gaga, Good Life by One Republic, Fresh Feeling by Eels, Almost Lovers by Fine Frenzy (I went emo for 10 minutes there), and Thirteen by Ben Kweller (so good).
So I've been watching all those wedding shows on Slice today and I found myself Googling wedding dresses, then I realized what I was doing. This isn't me. I don't give two toots about this crap. I don't even have a boyfriend for crying out loud. I don't want to choose between a sweetheart neckline or A-line dresses (oh God, I'm using bridezilla lingo). Anyway, after I realized I am being a doofus I asked myself "what am I doing with my life?" If I had a my dream boy and a stable job then I wouldn't feel so bad for Googling wedding dresses but the brutal fact is, I don't. It's probably a good thing anyway, as much as I was yearning for settling down a bit and being stable, I'm probably not meant to be tamed yet. I'm probably not even meant to be in Windsor. The longer I stay here, the more confused I become as to whether I am in the right place right now. Most of the time I hate it here because basically the only thing to do here is go to bars and I am almost over that phase. A lot of people here have a grim outlook on life or focus too much on lame drama. Then there are times when I will be volunteering or doing something of worth that makes me think that maybe there are more opportunities here than I think. I really don't know. So I applied for some cruise ship jobs and took a gander at some jobs out west. Most people tell me that this is running away from my problems but these people are just plain annoying.
SIDE NOTE: BRB...going to Greekfest with Mom...
Greek Fest was fun! Mom and I had some drinks and some fresh honey balls and talked about boys and life. It was nice. There was also a couple having sex in a porta-potty there so overall, successful night. Back to my blog...
I feel that if somebody is living in a place that they do not particularly like it is due to one of two things a) job b) in love. Well, I didn't get the job I wanted and I am no longer with the one I'm in love with. So, at this moment I am having a difficult time justifying being in Windsor. I'm sure I will figure it out but I really hope I do soon. I could never leave my dog Casey anyway.
So I've been watching all those wedding shows on Slice today and I found myself Googling wedding dresses, then I realized what I was doing. This isn't me. I don't give two toots about this crap. I don't even have a boyfriend for crying out loud. I don't want to choose between a sweetheart neckline or A-line dresses (oh God, I'm using bridezilla lingo). Anyway, after I realized I am being a doofus I asked myself "what am I doing with my life?" If I had a my dream boy and a stable job then I wouldn't feel so bad for Googling wedding dresses but the brutal fact is, I don't. It's probably a good thing anyway, as much as I was yearning for settling down a bit and being stable, I'm probably not meant to be tamed yet. I'm probably not even meant to be in Windsor. The longer I stay here, the more confused I become as to whether I am in the right place right now. Most of the time I hate it here because basically the only thing to do here is go to bars and I am almost over that phase. A lot of people here have a grim outlook on life or focus too much on lame drama. Then there are times when I will be volunteering or doing something of worth that makes me think that maybe there are more opportunities here than I think. I really don't know. So I applied for some cruise ship jobs and took a gander at some jobs out west. Most people tell me that this is running away from my problems but these people are just plain annoying.
SIDE NOTE: BRB...going to Greekfest with Mom...
Greek Fest was fun! Mom and I had some drinks and some fresh honey balls and talked about boys and life. It was nice. There was also a couple having sex in a porta-potty there so overall, successful night. Back to my blog...
I feel that if somebody is living in a place that they do not particularly like it is due to one of two things a) job b) in love. Well, I didn't get the job I wanted and I am no longer with the one I'm in love with. So, at this moment I am having a difficult time justifying being in Windsor. I'm sure I will figure it out but I really hope I do soon. I could never leave my dog Casey anyway.
UPDATE
Well, since writing this entry I've become more okay with living in Windsor, for now. I've been volunteering for quite some time now with the Alzheimer's Society and it has made me a happier and mentally healthier person. The Society has even given me a few marketing projects to work on and I've written a few articles for the newspaper about my experiences. I've also starting becoming serious about competitive and leisure running. I've been in several races and have even placed, winning medals. I'm now training for the Detroit Free Press Half Marathon. I have a lot distracting me right now, until I set out on my next adventure.
As far as the relationship thing, I could not be further away from having or wanting one. I like it that way.
Love,
Chels xo
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