February 22, 2012
Order Pizza with a new person.
You can figure out what they do and do not like, whether they like to share or like things to themselves, if they are willing to get their hands dirty or prefer using silverware like a pretentious twat, if they are of simple tastes or complicated,… the conclusions you can come up with about a person by just having pizza.
Wasted time could not be so wasted with the above.
October 21, 2010
One year ago, I left Ohio and moved to DC pretty much on a whim.
Took a trip, made a decision.
I made a phone call, got an internship.
Traded a beer sign, got a cot to sleep on.
Made a phone call, got a home.
Thank you, everyone. Seriously.
August 19, 2010
August is an interesting month. I have never realized how life changing this month could be until this current August.
It is the month where you go shopping for new clothes, pack your things to go back to school, start school again, put in your two weeks at your current job, have one last vacation or get married before the summer is over. You feel like as soon as August has started, it is about to be over and your life is about to change.
If you remember correctly, bombs were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki in August of 1945. That was the first time a nuclear weapon was used against people. Ecuador, India, Pakistan, to name a few, became independent countries in the month of August. And… the U.S got their 50th state, Hawaii in August 1959. It is just a few historical facts but for all these places, August became a pivotal time for them.
I feel that August should be the start of the new year because that is how it feels to me. Last August, I was in the beautiful mountains of North Carolina and having thoughts about my current life at the time and I did not know how to deal with them. I thought about how I was going to try and look for a real job in Columbus and how was I going to continue to live in the apartment I was living in and like it.
August 12, 2010
This is what I plan to do at least once a week in the fall…
This is when I found a skeleton of a dead fish and picked it up…
Gettin it…
xo cheers
August 10, 2010
There is a room. It has six sides to it. Everyday I wake, up and from wall to another I paint a single line from one all to the next until it makes a complete line. This is called a routine.
I like routines because it leaves less room for stress. However lately, I feel like I am jumping from one wall to another trying to paint the lines. Some lines have gaps in them, some lines are finished, and some are just starting. Some days, I draw more than just one line but many lines and then there are too many lines and I feel as though the walls are caving in on me. This makes me extremely uneasy.
I could think “this is what life is like” but I feel that as you grow older, a routine is easier to fall in to because you make your own life. I am finding out that after middle school, after high school, after college (oh, you made it this far? Congratulations) there is no routine. It is your life. It is what you make of it.
Well for once, I am not doing what I was told or suppose to do, I am doing me. I know that I am destined for great things but I think the time is not now and I am learning that it is ok to take time.
Taking my time is what I will do. Thanks for your patience.
July 23, 2010
All these heat is really killing all of us. My clothes constantly smell of sweat and I cannot seem to keep my hair from frizzing from the humidity. How is a girl suppose to feel sexy when I feel like I need to take a shower after I have stepped outside for 2 minutes? To cool myself off, I decided to make some ice coffee and look at Adidas clothing. This is from their Original line which happens to be my favourite line of their brand. It’s classic, simple, and sexy.
This would be perfect for the summer rain after a hot day. It’s hard to be stylish when it is raining but Adidas has found a way to be sporty and stylish.
I would pair that jacket with this top which is perfect for these hot, sticky, humid summer days. I love how they represented the logo as well.
Now this is a classic. Way to take a logo and make it clever. This cut makes the sweatshirt perfect for any comfy day.
I love this style for a sweatshirt/zip-up. I prefer zip-ups because I hate pulling a sweatshirt over my head and possibly ruining my hair. I also prefer jackets with hoods because you never know when it is going to rain. This takes the pull-over style and makes it a zip-up. Perfect for those who want the best of both worlds.
Cheers my babes!
July 22, 2010
When I was younger, my mom told me a story about when she was 16 she hitchhiked to France. I thought it was a mad idea but in those times, it was normal to do such a thing.
When I was younger, my brothers would have friends over all the time and some that stayed for a while because they got kicked out of their house or maybe they felt like our home was theirs. Either way, my mother didn’t say much.
When I was younger, there was a cigarette burn on the inside of my mom’s car and I found out later it was because my bothers picked up a hitchhiker.
When I was younger till I was older, we hosted exchange from 3 months to 2 years at a time from all over the world.
When I was older, my mom let a band of grimy punks spend the night in my room and then let me skip my high school morning classes with $20 to buy them bagels for breakfast.
When I was older, I spent the last of my money on my credit card to get a gas card for some traveling gypsies to get home.
When I was older, I picked up a hitchhiker around Cleveland and drove him to Columbus.
Today, I had a drinks and food with a co-worker and then took the metro home. When I got out of the metro, I saw this young man on top of these storage containers sleeping. He was wearing rather new chuck taylors and looked pretty cleaned up. It was around 10:10pm and most buses do not run late at all on a weekday. My first response was to ask him why he was sleeping and if he needed a ride anywhere but I did not. I thought about all the things I had in my backpack to give to him if he needed anything but all I had to offer would have been hand sanitizer, gum, and de-stress mints. I could not help this young man anyways because I was already getting a ride home from my roommates boyfriend and the apartment I live in is not mine. I am so blessed to be taken in by my roommates, I cannot bring home strangers! The thing is, it broke my heart to not offer help. For as long as I could remember my mom took everyone and anyone in. She never locked the doors and always had an open heart to anyone. I felt that this has carried over to me. I have lent a helping hand to anyone I have felt needed it or just needed a lift to carry on to wherever they were going and I always thought that was the right thing to do. But most people would not do that. I felt very stressed seeing this young man sleeping on those bins and it really did break my heart getting into the car to go home and leave him. Did he have a home, would he be sleeping there all night, is he just a hitchhiker?…. all these types of questions ran through my head. If someday I have a home, all is welcome, anytime.
Cheers.
July 15, 2010
It’s 6:30 in the morning and I woke up to write. I woke up a tad early because a coworker of mine read my blog, I asked him how he liked it, and he replied with “you should write more”.
Just when I think the rain has stopped, it keeps coming… I would think that I have gone through most of the difficult parts in my life but baby, this is just the beginning. So lately, my writing has been substituted with some type of stress relief. This means, I have been very antisocial.
With all that is happening, I have been really grateful for my family. I am a strange kid when it comes to family but I cannot blame myself but the things I have gone through. It’s not easy to have family across the world that I have seen maybe 6 times in my life and every time I am trying to figure them out and get to know them. There are a few problems of having family across the sea.
First, there is the language barrier.
Second, I will only see them for a few weeks at a time.
Third, I have to try to keep constant contact with them after I leave which is not always easy.
My other side of my family is stateside which would seem convenient but I still have trouble connecting with them. After my dad died, it took me a long time to really grasp the concept of not having a father. When I did understand, I started to feel uncomfortable with my dad’s side of my family. No one ever said anything about him and this troubled me. I realized that I was not like my family and I soon started to resent them. I am not talking just about my aunts and my uncles, but my mom and my brothers too. It was not their fault, it was me being constantly upset that I never knew anything about any of my family members.
It took a trip to germany when I was 16 to truly understand my mother, college to reconnect with my brothers, the Marines and a wedding in 2007 to bring our whole family together, and study abroad to get to know my Uncle and my new Aunt and cousin.
But the thing with family is that you cannot run away from them, they will always be there for you and maybe that is what I have been doing for the past 23 years, running away from the people I would mark in ink on a family tree. I know I will never have a huge family like I want to or have my family from Germany here in the US. What I can do is take time and get to know my family because I really do appreciate them and everything that they do for me.
It’s nice to have brothers like mine, if I could give them the world, I would in a heartbeat.
And my mom, there is no one like her.
Love.Cheers.
July 2, 2010
I cannot wrap my mind around whats going on my life. I feel like I am entering a new chapter that does not have a title yet.
So much I want to do but so little time to do it.
Cheers.
PS. Look how adorable my kids are with my sunnies on…
Reade
Lane
June 24, 2010
The other day, this is what I received in the post. I received 2 books from my lovely friend in England.
Here is a girl who has sent me mail since the time I left England in 2007. We both get really busy and sometimes can never find the time to chat or write but every once in awhile, we will both receive a package from one another.
When I studied abroad, I anticipated I would make some friends but not long time friends. I am a very sociable person but I had this notion that all Brits hate Americans so I figured that I would have a harder of a time making friends. However, when I met Kirsty, it was like everything clicked. We realized we had the same interests in things such as burlesque things, clothes, fashion, cranberry and vodka, scandalous books, etc. I felt as like I had a sister with a very strong accent and the inability to get a tan. (haha!) To this day, I do not think my time abroad would have been so memorable without her. She taught me some English slang, introduced me to this crazy television show called the Mighty Boosh, let me borrow her black jacket and bag so I could dress up as a robber for a birthday party, and how lovely cranberry and vodka is.
The thing is, is that she puts the time in to keep in touch with me. Yes we may be 6 hours apart but its the effort that counts and its the effort that makes her such a wonderful friend. I cannot wait till she leaves her sheep in Wales, and comes and lives with me in the US. Well, actually, I would rather live there…
Circa 2007 Snowball
Aside from my lovely package. My life has been changing lately, in a good way. I have been working a lot which has made me happy, I am making new friends, and watching the World Cup. I hope after July 11, when the World Cup is over, I am still happy. I think I have a lot to look forward to in the next two months or so.
Cheers!
