So yeah. It's 2012.
Weird.
But I thought this might be a good time to share my opinion on the new year with you.
I believe that the start of a new year, is the start of a new life, so to speak. When I look at my life exactly a year ago, and how different it was, it's insane. And I am definitely not where I thought I would be back then. In fact, everything is pretty much the opposite of what I thought it would be. But I believe that everything happens for a reason, and I know I'm exactly where I am supposed to be. And you are too, even if it might not feel like it. I know some of you might be in a hard place as the new year starts, and thinking that this year is going to suck already. But just know that you are where God wants you to be. And that yes, you might face hardships in the coming year, but they are going to be part of what makes you, you.
I believe that life, and love are worth fighting for, worth living for. We face exceptional challenges in life, but with these hardships, we obtain experiences. The things that break us in life are the very things that also build us up. New Year's Eve is a reminder to reflect upon our year of new experiences. Maybe it is commercial holiday, marketed, exploited...but I believe that it's a night to celebrate the culmination of the year, to recognize the things that made 2011...2011. New Year's Eve is my favorite "holiday", because when that ball hits the platform at midnight, and people cry, and kiss, they DO change. It's a time when nobody will look down on themselves for recognizing the need to change. It's a time to look back on mistakes you made, forgive yourself for them, and laugh. A time to realize that no matter how awful you have it, or how miserable you feel, there is one thing constant about life- it goes on. And EVERY day is a new start.
Blessings to all of you in the New Year. Let's make 2012 better than 2011 was. (for the love of God. 2011 kinda sucked.)
Bye guys. :)
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Boyfriends, Band, and College in General.
So...I've gotten quite a few messages from some of you guys that were, to be honest, were quite frightening. Most of them threatening my life if I didn't write another blog soon. And since it's been something like four months since my last post, I guess you're kinda right.
So...yeah.
ANYWAY. This is normally the part where I go over all the things you've missed, and catch you up on the stuff that's happened to me between the last time I posted and now. However, seeing as what you've missed this time is my entire first semester of college, I think it would be best if, instead of going over EVERYTHING, I just, kind of...sum up.
SO.
First of all, as most of you probably know from my facebook (or from me talking about him constantly), I have been dating someone for about four months now. We met at a party celebrating the end of band camp right before school started, and really hit it off. For the past few months, he has become more than just my boyfriend, he is my best friend and the person I have the most fun with, and I love him very much. Also, my cats like him. Which as you all know is extremely important to me. So, in terms of the dating scene, I am doing very nicely, thank you. Well, more than nicely. I am fantastic and VERY happy. :)
As most of you ALSO probably know, from my old posts, I took part in the Marching Scarlet and Grey this semester. However, instead of being a member of the colorguard as I was throughout high school. I played trumpet instead. I was really nervous about it at first, but I ended up loving it so much more than I thought I would, and making some amazing friends there. I also ended up in a band fraternity. No, NOT sorority. Fraternity. I know you're probably like, "Um, sweetie? Fraternities are for MEN. You are a GIRL. You in the WRONG place." But before you start questioning my femininity, let me explain. Kappa Kappa Psi is a co-ed service fraternity. Not a SOCIAL Greek organization, as most of the fraternities and sororities you probably know of are. KKPsi exists simply to serve the band, and I must say we do an excellent job. I became a brother of KKPsi in November, and I love it so much. ALSO, since the majority of you went to high school with me, I have a piece of information that will amuse you. Mr.V is ALSO a brother of KKPsi. So, me and V are technically brothers. Which I find hysterical.
Anyway, to sum up band, I absolutely made the best decision I could have ever made by joining band because it was AMAZING, and I cannot wait for next year's marching season to start.
Now I guess I should tell you about my classes...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!
.......That was a joke. I do NOT want to tell you about my classes. It was bad enough going through them once. Don't believe me? Let me give you a quick run-through of my Western Civ exam.
So, I think during the week of exams, I probably slept like a total of ten hours. I pulled, like, three all nighters in the space of five days. Anyway, I didn't sleep the night before my Western Civ exam because I was too busy studying for the darn thing. Because let me tell you, that class is HARD. Anyway, I get to the exam the next morning, and sit down next to my friend Micah (who, by the way is another trumpet player in the band that I adore) and we talk about how we're gonna kick the crap out of this exam, and how hard we studies, etc, etc. And so Dr. Albritton hands out these monstrously huge exams, and we look at each other, and it clear what we're both thinking.
"HOLY. FREAKING. CRAP."
Two guys in the back of the classroom promptly start to cry (And I'm not gonna lie, I cried with them) and people got kicked out for cheating, and my poor friend Micah started having such a mental breakdown he started drawing pictures instead of writing actual answers. But I can't really sit judgement on him- I wrote Harry Potter characters instead of people's names. I couldn't even look Dr. Abritton in the eye when I handed in my exam because I felt like I had personally offended this man by failing his exam that hard.
On the positive side, I still passed the class. So I guess it's all good.
Anyway, between midnight Taco Bell runs, late night study sessions, and those rare lazy days just hanging out in the dorm, I can pretty much say that college is the bomb.
Also, I have something that might shock a few of you. I am no longer an English major. I changed it about two months ago and I am now a Biology major.
I know what you're thinking.
"MYRA. What the CRAP. You LOVE English. It's your thing. Writing is what you DO."
Which is all true. But at the time I changed my major, I wasn't thinking along the lines of what I enjoyed doing. I was thinking along the lines of what would be a practical career choice. There are so many more job opportunities when you have a Biology degree. What was I gonna do with a degree in English??
For a long time, I was absolutely positive I had made the right choice. Now, however, I have been rethinking the whole thing. And I'm gonna be honest here, I'm scared to death I've made a really bad decision. Because English and literature is what I love. I mean, I do like science and stuff too, but I won't have a passion for it like I do for writing. (Well duh...I mean, you don't see me voluntarily putting oxidation equations and the life cycle of a tree frog on here, do you? No. It's all my writing.) But I don't want to be the spaz girl that changes her major twice in her first year of college. So now I'm kind of torn as to what to do. I mean, I could always become a double major, but it would be TOTALLY stressful, a lot more work, and all the extra hours might mean pulling out of band next year. Which I don't want. So I don't know what to do- change back to English to do what I love? Or stay Biology and have better job opportunities, even though it's not something I would truly love to do? Ugh.
Being a grown-up sucks. :(
Anyway, that's about all you've missed out on...I plan on writing again after New Year's, so keep an eye out for my next post.
Byeeeee.
(P.S, Comments or opinions on the whole "what should I do about my major thing" are appreciated.)
So...yeah.
ANYWAY. This is normally the part where I go over all the things you've missed, and catch you up on the stuff that's happened to me between the last time I posted and now. However, seeing as what you've missed this time is my entire first semester of college, I think it would be best if, instead of going over EVERYTHING, I just, kind of...sum up.
SO.
First of all, as most of you probably know from my facebook (or from me talking about him constantly), I have been dating someone for about four months now. We met at a party celebrating the end of band camp right before school started, and really hit it off. For the past few months, he has become more than just my boyfriend, he is my best friend and the person I have the most fun with, and I love him very much. Also, my cats like him. Which as you all know is extremely important to me. So, in terms of the dating scene, I am doing very nicely, thank you. Well, more than nicely. I am fantastic and VERY happy. :)
As most of you ALSO probably know, from my old posts, I took part in the Marching Scarlet and Grey this semester. However, instead of being a member of the colorguard as I was throughout high school. I played trumpet instead. I was really nervous about it at first, but I ended up loving it so much more than I thought I would, and making some amazing friends there. I also ended up in a band fraternity. No, NOT sorority. Fraternity. I know you're probably like, "Um, sweetie? Fraternities are for MEN. You are a GIRL. You in the WRONG place." But before you start questioning my femininity, let me explain. Kappa Kappa Psi is a co-ed service fraternity. Not a SOCIAL Greek organization, as most of the fraternities and sororities you probably know of are. KKPsi exists simply to serve the band, and I must say we do an excellent job. I became a brother of KKPsi in November, and I love it so much. ALSO, since the majority of you went to high school with me, I have a piece of information that will amuse you. Mr.V is ALSO a brother of KKPsi. So, me and V are technically brothers. Which I find hysterical.
Anyway, to sum up band, I absolutely made the best decision I could have ever made by joining band because it was AMAZING, and I cannot wait for next year's marching season to start.
Now I guess I should tell you about my classes...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!
.......That was a joke. I do NOT want to tell you about my classes. It was bad enough going through them once. Don't believe me? Let me give you a quick run-through of my Western Civ exam.
So, I think during the week of exams, I probably slept like a total of ten hours. I pulled, like, three all nighters in the space of five days. Anyway, I didn't sleep the night before my Western Civ exam because I was too busy studying for the darn thing. Because let me tell you, that class is HARD. Anyway, I get to the exam the next morning, and sit down next to my friend Micah (who, by the way is another trumpet player in the band that I adore) and we talk about how we're gonna kick the crap out of this exam, and how hard we studies, etc, etc. And so Dr. Albritton hands out these monstrously huge exams, and we look at each other, and it clear what we're both thinking.
"HOLY. FREAKING. CRAP."
Two guys in the back of the classroom promptly start to cry (And I'm not gonna lie, I cried with them) and people got kicked out for cheating, and my poor friend Micah started having such a mental breakdown he started drawing pictures instead of writing actual answers. But I can't really sit judgement on him- I wrote Harry Potter characters instead of people's names. I couldn't even look Dr. Abritton in the eye when I handed in my exam because I felt like I had personally offended this man by failing his exam that hard.
On the positive side, I still passed the class. So I guess it's all good.
Anyway, between midnight Taco Bell runs, late night study sessions, and those rare lazy days just hanging out in the dorm, I can pretty much say that college is the bomb.
Also, I have something that might shock a few of you. I am no longer an English major. I changed it about two months ago and I am now a Biology major.
I know what you're thinking.
"MYRA. What the CRAP. You LOVE English. It's your thing. Writing is what you DO."
Which is all true. But at the time I changed my major, I wasn't thinking along the lines of what I enjoyed doing. I was thinking along the lines of what would be a practical career choice. There are so many more job opportunities when you have a Biology degree. What was I gonna do with a degree in English??
For a long time, I was absolutely positive I had made the right choice. Now, however, I have been rethinking the whole thing. And I'm gonna be honest here, I'm scared to death I've made a really bad decision. Because English and literature is what I love. I mean, I do like science and stuff too, but I won't have a passion for it like I do for writing. (Well duh...I mean, you don't see me voluntarily putting oxidation equations and the life cycle of a tree frog on here, do you? No. It's all my writing.) But I don't want to be the spaz girl that changes her major twice in her first year of college. So now I'm kind of torn as to what to do. I mean, I could always become a double major, but it would be TOTALLY stressful, a lot more work, and all the extra hours might mean pulling out of band next year. Which I don't want. So I don't know what to do- change back to English to do what I love? Or stay Biology and have better job opportunities, even though it's not something I would truly love to do? Ugh.
Being a grown-up sucks. :(
Anyway, that's about all you've missed out on...I plan on writing again after New Year's, so keep an eye out for my next post.
Byeeeee.
(P.S, Comments or opinions on the whole "what should I do about my major thing" are appreciated.)
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Nothing Gold Can Stay. And Apparently Neither Can Anything Maroon and White.
I'd like to take a moment here to re-post a section of a entry I wrote on here at the beginning of my senior year. I was looking back on old posts and I saw this, and it was seriously surreal to me for a number of reasons.... haha :) Hopefully you guys will find it as funny as I did. :)
Ahem. So here it is.
"You know what sucks?
Time. Time SUCKS. It really, honestly does.
Flashback to first grade...
I was sitting on the floor with my friend Ford. We were arranging pictures of different objects into the categories of solids, liquids, and gases. After we had gotten done laughing about the word 'gas' (its all very funny when you're six years old) we kinda looked at each other. And I guess we had what you could call a tiny little six-year-old epiphany. He sighed and said, "I can't believe we have twelve more years of this. It's TEN MORE YEARS till we can even drive!" And I said "Yea, I know...people say it goes by really fast, but...I don't think it will...do you?" We gave each other a look, and burst out laughing. "Nah," he said. "We're gonna be in elementary school FOREVER."
And now, Ford and I are both seniors in high school.
WHAT HAPPENED?????
When did I get so old? I mean, really. Right at this moment I am wearing a class ring and my senior shirt. My SENIOR SHIRT. Because I am a SENIOR.
A SENIOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I totally cannot handle this....."
Now, if that's how I felt at the beginning of my senior year, imagine how I'm feeling NOW.
It's been a solid TWELVE YEARS since Ford and I sat on that floor making dumb little six-year-old jokes about gas.
I can't believe how fast time has gone by. If time was going the speed that I FELT it was going, I would still be somewhere in freshman year. It's going about four years too fast for me. I feel like life is one giant carousel. I just want to go up to someone and be like,
"Can you stop the ride, please?? It's going too fast and making me dizzy. I want to get off before I barf up my candied apple."
I just feel like highschool went so fast....UGH! And now all the Facebook statuses I see from my friends are along the lines of
"Moving out in five days! So excited!"
"Goodbyes are hard...."
"Wooooooooo!! Hello, College life!!!"
And I'm like...WAIT! WHERE ARE YOU ALL GOING?!? WE CAN'T BE THROUGH WITH HIGH SCHOOL YET!!! I'M NOT READY!!
And then I look around at all the bags and boxes packed in my bedroom and I realize, I'm in the exact same place they are. I'm moving out in less than a week.
For COLLEGE.
....Like......COLLEGE.
COLLEGE, WHERE I WILL BE ALONE WITHOUT MY PARENTS OR ANY OF MY HIGH SCHOOL FRIENDS.
Not that I'm nervous or scared or anything....I mean, I'm EXCITED. It's just all so surreal to me. And I look back on that old post and I think....Dang girl, you don't even know...haha. Before you can take a breath they boot you out of school with a diploma and you just kinda stand there in your cap and gown, clueless as to what you're supposed to do. I mean, after twelve years of the same routine, you get used to it. And it's weird to think it won't BE that way anymore.
HOWEVER.
I have always been a big advocate for change. I keep saying to myself over and over, CHANGE IS GOOD.
So, with all that being said, I would like to close by saying that the adventure called high school might be over, but the EPIC sequel called COLLEGE is only just beginning. And I can't wait to see where it takes me.
Peace :)
Ahem. So here it is.
"You know what sucks?
Time. Time SUCKS. It really, honestly does.
Flashback to first grade...
I was sitting on the floor with my friend Ford. We were arranging pictures of different objects into the categories of solids, liquids, and gases. After we had gotten done laughing about the word 'gas' (its all very funny when you're six years old) we kinda looked at each other. And I guess we had what you could call a tiny little six-year-old epiphany. He sighed and said, "I can't believe we have twelve more years of this. It's TEN MORE YEARS till we can even drive!" And I said "Yea, I know...people say it goes by really fast, but...I don't think it will...do you?" We gave each other a look, and burst out laughing. "Nah," he said. "We're gonna be in elementary school FOREVER."
And now, Ford and I are both seniors in high school.
WHAT HAPPENED?????
When did I get so old? I mean, really. Right at this moment I am wearing a class ring and my senior shirt. My SENIOR SHIRT. Because I am a SENIOR.
A SENIOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I totally cannot handle this....."
Now, if that's how I felt at the beginning of my senior year, imagine how I'm feeling NOW.
It's been a solid TWELVE YEARS since Ford and I sat on that floor making dumb little six-year-old jokes about gas.
I can't believe how fast time has gone by. If time was going the speed that I FELT it was going, I would still be somewhere in freshman year. It's going about four years too fast for me. I feel like life is one giant carousel. I just want to go up to someone and be like,
"Can you stop the ride, please?? It's going too fast and making me dizzy. I want to get off before I barf up my candied apple."
I just feel like highschool went so fast....UGH! And now all the Facebook statuses I see from my friends are along the lines of
"Moving out in five days! So excited!"
"Goodbyes are hard...."
"Wooooooooo!! Hello, College life!!!"
And I'm like...WAIT! WHERE ARE YOU ALL GOING?!? WE CAN'T BE THROUGH WITH HIGH SCHOOL YET!!! I'M NOT READY!!
And then I look around at all the bags and boxes packed in my bedroom and I realize, I'm in the exact same place they are. I'm moving out in less than a week.
For COLLEGE.
....Like......COLLEGE.
COLLEGE, WHERE I WILL BE ALONE WITHOUT MY PARENTS OR ANY OF MY HIGH SCHOOL FRIENDS.
Not that I'm nervous or scared or anything....I mean, I'm EXCITED. It's just all so surreal to me. And I look back on that old post and I think....Dang girl, you don't even know...haha. Before you can take a breath they boot you out of school with a diploma and you just kinda stand there in your cap and gown, clueless as to what you're supposed to do. I mean, after twelve years of the same routine, you get used to it. And it's weird to think it won't BE that way anymore.
HOWEVER.
I have always been a big advocate for change. I keep saying to myself over and over, CHANGE IS GOOD.
So, with all that being said, I would like to close by saying that the adventure called high school might be over, but the EPIC sequel called COLLEGE is only just beginning. And I can't wait to see where it takes me.
Peace :)
Monday, August 8, 2011
525,600 Minutes.
8,765
The number of hours in a non-leap year.
2,920.
The average number of hours spent a year sleeping.
384.
The amount of hours a year the average person spends each year on the internet.
Geez.....it JUST occurred to me how much we waste time in our lives. Seriously, you guys. Think about it for a minute. How many hours a day do you think you spend texting? Or talking on the phone? Or laying around watching T.V? I know I spend more time doing those things than I should.
I know, I know. I can hear all of you now.
"Myra, shutup. Stop telling me how to live my life and share a funny anecdote with us. This type of post isn't your style. So get back to the jokes and funnyness, please. You're downing me here."
But I'm SERIOUS here. It just blows my mind how much time we waste. And it may seem all fun and junk now, but think about when you're old and your children (or even your grandchildren) ask you about what you were like in your youth, and what you spent your time doing. Is this really what you want to say to them?
"Um, well. I texted a lot. You would be proud of your ol' grandma. She was the fastest texter in three counties. And I can pretty much recite every episode of Degrassi EVER. And, uh, I was really good at, like, Facebook games and stuff. I had more achievements than all of my friends on YoVille. So yeah. I was pretty beast."
What grandkid is going to run to his or her little friends and brag about THAT??? I know I wouldn't.
I'm just saying, we should all be doing more productive things with our lives....not to get all serious on you guys, but our lives are precious gifts. And they're not meant to be wasted indoors watching tv, or staring at a computer screen. (She says as she writes in her blog.....hahaha. Irony at its best.)
So go out and DO something!! For goodness' sake, life is SHORT. I feel like I closed my eyes to blink in the third grade and when I opened them up again I was halfway done with Junior year. It's insane.
It goes by faster than we think. Give people a reason to remember your name when you're gone.
Anyway guys, I'm gonna go. Mostly because I'll feel like a total hypocrite if I sit at this computer any longer after berating YOU people for doing it.
Peace. :)
The number of hours in a non-leap year.
2,920.
The average number of hours spent a year sleeping.
384.
The amount of hours a year the average person spends each year on the internet.
Geez.....it JUST occurred to me how much we waste time in our lives. Seriously, you guys. Think about it for a minute. How many hours a day do you think you spend texting? Or talking on the phone? Or laying around watching T.V? I know I spend more time doing those things than I should.
I know, I know. I can hear all of you now.
"Myra, shutup. Stop telling me how to live my life and share a funny anecdote with us. This type of post isn't your style. So get back to the jokes and funnyness, please. You're downing me here."
But I'm SERIOUS here. It just blows my mind how much time we waste. And it may seem all fun and junk now, but think about when you're old and your children (or even your grandchildren) ask you about what you were like in your youth, and what you spent your time doing. Is this really what you want to say to them?
"Um, well. I texted a lot. You would be proud of your ol' grandma. She was the fastest texter in three counties. And I can pretty much recite every episode of Degrassi EVER. And, uh, I was really good at, like, Facebook games and stuff. I had more achievements than all of my friends on YoVille. So yeah. I was pretty beast."
What grandkid is going to run to his or her little friends and brag about THAT??? I know I wouldn't.
I'm just saying, we should all be doing more productive things with our lives....not to get all serious on you guys, but our lives are precious gifts. And they're not meant to be wasted indoors watching tv, or staring at a computer screen. (She says as she writes in her blog.....hahaha. Irony at its best.)
So go out and DO something!! For goodness' sake, life is SHORT. I feel like I closed my eyes to blink in the third grade and when I opened them up again I was halfway done with Junior year. It's insane.
It goes by faster than we think. Give people a reason to remember your name when you're gone.
Anyway guys, I'm gonna go. Mostly because I'll feel like a total hypocrite if I sit at this computer any longer after berating YOU people for doing it.
Peace. :)
Sunday, August 7, 2011
WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So, yeah. I've pretty much had an EPIC couple of days. Note the title- I feel lots of excess excitement about life to express lately. :)
Sigh. I really am looking forward to college (SEVEN MORE DAYS!!!!!!), but I'm going to miss summer....I'm going to miss hanging out with my best friends and just doing stupid stuff together.
Yesterday, for example. Me and two of my favorite people in the world decided that we were bored, so we were took an impromptu trip to Montgomery. Because if you can't find something to do there, you're pretty much screwed. We ended up going to the mall first (I had to get some stuff for my dorm from Earthbound) and then we went to East Chase. On the ride over there, we got onto the subject of guys (which is pretty much inevitable when you get two or more girls together) and I don't know about you guys, but with me it's kind of like this...I can be totally and completely over something that has made me mad in the past, but if I get to talking about it, I get angry all over again. So I was angry. And so were the two other girls with me. So we decided to let off steam by playing ridiculously loud music and screaming as loud as we possibly could. We were shouting so much and so loud it was hard to make out what each other was saying, but it was fun anyway. And extremely theraputic, I may add. Although a couple of people in the cars next to us did give us weird looks....
Anyway, we went to Books-A-Million, and ended up staying for like an hour. We just sat on the floor in the middle of the aisle reading random books. (On a side note, I was extremely aggravated because I was reading a Glee book and they TOTALLY got Puck's name wrong!!!! Who the hell is "Puck Puckerman!??!" NOAH Puckerman, people. NOAH!)
After that, we went to Petland. Because there are cute puppies. AND cute employees. Which is a spectacular combination. I also wanted to play with the ferrets, but one of them decided I looked tasty.
Ferrets are stupid.....
ANYWAY.
We played with a Siberian Husky puppy, which was lovely, and then we chatted with the extremely attractive guy who was her caretaker, which was even MORE lovely. And then on the way back to Wetumpka we argued over who he had looked at, talked to, smiled at more.....(IT WAS TOTALLY ME.)
To end the night, we parked at Goldstar Park and just talked about life. I LOVE those kind of talks. :) It was a fantastic night.
ANYWAY, I hate to cut this post short but I have some stuff to do....and as a wise person once said, "All great things must come to an end." :)
Peace, guys. :)
Sigh. I really am looking forward to college (SEVEN MORE DAYS!!!!!!), but I'm going to miss summer....I'm going to miss hanging out with my best friends and just doing stupid stuff together.
Yesterday, for example. Me and two of my favorite people in the world decided that we were bored, so we were took an impromptu trip to Montgomery. Because if you can't find something to do there, you're pretty much screwed. We ended up going to the mall first (I had to get some stuff for my dorm from Earthbound) and then we went to East Chase. On the ride over there, we got onto the subject of guys (which is pretty much inevitable when you get two or more girls together) and I don't know about you guys, but with me it's kind of like this...I can be totally and completely over something that has made me mad in the past, but if I get to talking about it, I get angry all over again. So I was angry. And so were the two other girls with me. So we decided to let off steam by playing ridiculously loud music and screaming as loud as we possibly could. We were shouting so much and so loud it was hard to make out what each other was saying, but it was fun anyway. And extremely theraputic, I may add. Although a couple of people in the cars next to us did give us weird looks....
Anyway, we went to Books-A-Million, and ended up staying for like an hour. We just sat on the floor in the middle of the aisle reading random books. (On a side note, I was extremely aggravated because I was reading a Glee book and they TOTALLY got Puck's name wrong!!!! Who the hell is "Puck Puckerman!??!" NOAH Puckerman, people. NOAH!)
After that, we went to Petland. Because there are cute puppies. AND cute employees. Which is a spectacular combination. I also wanted to play with the ferrets, but one of them decided I looked tasty.
Ferrets are stupid.....
ANYWAY.
We played with a Siberian Husky puppy, which was lovely, and then we chatted with the extremely attractive guy who was her caretaker, which was even MORE lovely. And then on the way back to Wetumpka we argued over who he had looked at, talked to, smiled at more.....(IT WAS TOTALLY ME.)
To end the night, we parked at Goldstar Park and just talked about life. I LOVE those kind of talks. :) It was a fantastic night.
ANYWAY, I hate to cut this post short but I have some stuff to do....and as a wise person once said, "All great things must come to an end." :)
Peace, guys. :)
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Why is it...
That I always feel the need to blog at ridiculously late hours??? Seriously, people. It's messing with my sleeping patterns. THIS IS NOT OKAY WITH ME!
Sorry. Sometimes I feel the random urge for capital letters.
I felt like that earlier as I was instant messaging my good friend Alex on facebook. We were being indignant that no one recognized how amazing we were and wishing pain upon all people who have treated us badly. the conversation went something like this. We were talking about two guys who have NOT treated us as we deserve to be treated.
Ahem.
Alex- "Faggotfaces......"
Me- "TOTAL faggotfaces. Faggotfaces that break girl's hearts and dont even care. GAH I HATE THOSE GUYS!!!!"
Alex- "ME TOO. If I ever have to deal with one again, it's gonna be on like donkey kong....wow. corny pickup lines are the best."
Me- ".....I HATE THOSE GUYS SO MUCH!!!!"
Alex - "ME TOO!!! THEY HAD THE BEST GIRLS EVER AND SCREWED IT UP!!!"
Me- "Best girls EVER!!! BECAUSE WE ARE THE SHIZ!!!!"
Alex- "YEAH!!! AND THEY THREW IT ALL AWAY FOR GOD KNOWS WHAT!!!"
Me- "I'll tell you what they threw it away for!!!! *NOTHING!!!* ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!! UGHJFALNHVE;HVUAE
Sorry. Sometimes I feel the random urge for capital letters.
I felt like that earlier as I was instant messaging my good friend Alex on facebook. We were being indignant that no one recognized how amazing we were and wishing pain upon all people who have treated us badly. the conversation went something like this. We were talking about two guys who have NOT treated us as we deserve to be treated.
Ahem.
Alex- "Faggotfaces......"
Me- "TOTAL faggotfaces. Faggotfaces that break girl's hearts and dont even care. GAH I HATE THOSE GUYS!!!!"
Alex- "ME TOO. If I ever have to deal with one again, it's gonna be on like donkey kong....wow. corny pickup lines are the best."
Me- ".....I HATE THOSE GUYS SO MUCH!!!!"
Alex - "ME TOO!!! THEY HAD THE BEST GIRLS EVER AND SCREWED IT UP!!!"
Me- "Best girls EVER!!! BECAUSE WE ARE THE SHIZ!!!!"
Alex- "YEAH!!! AND THEY THREW IT ALL AWAY FOR GOD KNOWS WHAT!!!"
Me- "I'll tell you what they threw it away for!!!! *NOTHING!!!* ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!! UGHJFALNHVE;HVUAE
THATS HOW I FEEL RIGHT NOW!!!!"
Alex- "AMEN SISTA!!!!.......Ewww. FAGGOTFACE IS ONLINE!!!"
Me- "UGH I HATE THAT KID!!!! I'M SO MAD RIGHT NOW AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY!!! I HATE EVERYTHING!!!"
Alex- "They better get BAD karma for this. I'll be mad if they don't."
Me- "Oh, I know. And I mean BAD. Like TESTICULAR CANCER bad!!!!"
It went on like this for a good half hour. And then we both felt much better about our lives.
Venting is good. :)
Anywayyyyy, I am sleepy. And tired. And exhausted. Also, I'm completely out of energy. So I think bed is a good idea right now. Yes. It's a great plan.
I will talk to you amigos tomorrow. Maybe. I'm counting on the fact that either something blog-worthy will happen, or I'll end up bored and blog for no reason.
.....................
Kinda like what I'm doing now.....
Man, I need a new hobby.
Alex- "AMEN SISTA!!!!.......Ewww. FAGGOTFACE IS ONLINE!!!"
Me- "UGH I HATE THAT KID!!!! I'M SO MAD RIGHT NOW AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY!!! I HATE EVERYTHING!!!"
Alex- "They better get BAD karma for this. I'll be mad if they don't."
Me- "Oh, I know. And I mean BAD. Like TESTICULAR CANCER bad!!!!"
It went on like this for a good half hour. And then we both felt much better about our lives.
Venting is good. :)
Anywayyyyy, I am sleepy. And tired. And exhausted. Also, I'm completely out of energy. So I think bed is a good idea right now. Yes. It's a great plan.
I will talk to you amigos tomorrow. Maybe. I'm counting on the fact that either something blog-worthy will happen, or I'll end up bored and blog for no reason.
.....................
Kinda like what I'm doing now.....
Man, I need a new hobby.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Miss Nice Girl is gone, and she's moving to New York.
That's right, people. Nice Myra is GONE.
Of course, that doesn't mean I have totally gone off the deep end and am going to go all Incredible Hulk on everyone and be a total jerk.
HOWEVER.
I am sick and tired of people walking all over me. I feel like this is how people think of me subconsciously.
"Myra? Oh yeah, I know her. She's pretty much a pushover. Friends use her. Boys use her. Sometimes I am in total doubt of the existence of her spine. Yea. I'm pretty positive it doesn't exist."
Some of you might be wondering where the heck all of this is coming from. Solely because of the fact that I give a pretty darn good impression of being able to take care of myself. No one messes with me without me messing back- at least on the surface. But recently it's just like I let people say or do whatever they want to me, and I do nothing about it. So I just want to say, those days are OVER.
From now on, if you lie to me, you'll PAY for it. If you hurt me OR any of my friends, I WILL have something to say about it. And by far the most important....if I find out you're using me? I will no longer just let you off with a little slap on the wrist. I'm so SICK of people thinking they can get away with this kind of crap.
That being said, I won't mention it again. Because I don't think I'll need to. One time saying it should be enough.
Moving on.
I have recently made a major life decision, and I've only shared it with a few people. However, I think it's about time I let people know. It's something I've thought about for a long time, and I think it's the right thing for me.
As some of you know, something that is a vital part of my life, and something that is very important to me is music. Guitar, piano, violin, trumpet- I love it all. BUT, the thing that is the most important to me is singing. Whenever I'm sad or angry of really happy, I love to sing about it. My shower head has been impressed for years by my renditions of various Broadway show tunes. When I was little, it was my dream to be a Broadway star. Fanny from Funny Girl, Elphaba from Wicked, Christine from Phantom of the Opera....that was me. However, as I got older, certain people told me I was not talented enough to be a performer. After so long of people telling you there's no way a country girl from Alabama is going to be a big star, you start to believe it.
But in the last few months, I've thought about it some more. And you know what?
I literally could not care less what those people say.
What right do they have to tear down my dreams? NONE. And besides, who says I'm not destined for the stage? I've always been the dramatic type anyway. And it's not like it's all I want to do. I DO want to be a teacher. That's why I'm going to college for Literature. So it's not as if I get booed offstage, I'm not going to have anything to fall back on. But I want to try. Because if I didn't, I would wonder my whole life what could have been if I had given it a little effort.
SO. All this has led up to my decision to move to New York after I graduate college. I had always planned on staying in Alabama, but I have now come to the realization that if I spend the rest of my life here, my head will probably explode. I love Alabama. But only for short periods of time. I've spent the last eighteen years of my life here, and to me, almost two decades in the same place is quite long enough, thank you. So as soon as I toss that graduation cap up in the air, it's hasta la vista, Eclectic. Hello, big city.
Just thought I would let you all know.
Oh, and if you don't like it....
I don't care.
:)
Peace!
Of course, that doesn't mean I have totally gone off the deep end and am going to go all Incredible Hulk on everyone and be a total jerk.
HOWEVER.
I am sick and tired of people walking all over me. I feel like this is how people think of me subconsciously.
"Myra? Oh yeah, I know her. She's pretty much a pushover. Friends use her. Boys use her. Sometimes I am in total doubt of the existence of her spine. Yea. I'm pretty positive it doesn't exist."
Some of you might be wondering where the heck all of this is coming from. Solely because of the fact that I give a pretty darn good impression of being able to take care of myself. No one messes with me without me messing back- at least on the surface. But recently it's just like I let people say or do whatever they want to me, and I do nothing about it. So I just want to say, those days are OVER.
From now on, if you lie to me, you'll PAY for it. If you hurt me OR any of my friends, I WILL have something to say about it. And by far the most important....if I find out you're using me? I will no longer just let you off with a little slap on the wrist. I'm so SICK of people thinking they can get away with this kind of crap.
That being said, I won't mention it again. Because I don't think I'll need to. One time saying it should be enough.
Moving on.
I have recently made a major life decision, and I've only shared it with a few people. However, I think it's about time I let people know. It's something I've thought about for a long time, and I think it's the right thing for me.
As some of you know, something that is a vital part of my life, and something that is very important to me is music. Guitar, piano, violin, trumpet- I love it all. BUT, the thing that is the most important to me is singing. Whenever I'm sad or angry of really happy, I love to sing about it. My shower head has been impressed for years by my renditions of various Broadway show tunes. When I was little, it was my dream to be a Broadway star. Fanny from Funny Girl, Elphaba from Wicked, Christine from Phantom of the Opera....that was me. However, as I got older, certain people told me I was not talented enough to be a performer. After so long of people telling you there's no way a country girl from Alabama is going to be a big star, you start to believe it.
But in the last few months, I've thought about it some more. And you know what?
I literally could not care less what those people say.
What right do they have to tear down my dreams? NONE. And besides, who says I'm not destined for the stage? I've always been the dramatic type anyway. And it's not like it's all I want to do. I DO want to be a teacher. That's why I'm going to college for Literature. So it's not as if I get booed offstage, I'm not going to have anything to fall back on. But I want to try. Because if I didn't, I would wonder my whole life what could have been if I had given it a little effort.
SO. All this has led up to my decision to move to New York after I graduate college. I had always planned on staying in Alabama, but I have now come to the realization that if I spend the rest of my life here, my head will probably explode. I love Alabama. But only for short periods of time. I've spent the last eighteen years of my life here, and to me, almost two decades in the same place is quite long enough, thank you. So as soon as I toss that graduation cap up in the air, it's hasta la vista, Eclectic. Hello, big city.
Just thought I would let you all know.
Oh, and if you don't like it....
I don't care.
:)
Peace!
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