Get your shit together!
Seriously. I've been meaning to write this letter for the last week.
Enough is enough. You are not supposed to be a snowy place. I am not supposed to crunch through ice on my walk to class at 9 in the morning. When I was told about Seattle, no one told me snow was involved. I am not of this climate. Apparently you aren't either since no one knows how to function when you are so damn cold and when you snow all the damn time. I'd just like to say this isn't a very warm welcome to Washington... ha. get it? Warm welcome... Warm...
Anyway. I would sincerely appreciate if you would warm the fuck up please. And if not warm up, at least stop snowing. Actually scratch that. Snow as much as you damn well please, just please warm up. And don't talk to me about scientific impossibilities, if you can just defy climate consistencies, I can defy science.
I am so tired of wearing twelve thousand layers every day. And scarves and hats and gloves and jackets are like... more precious than food. I don't even know what I'm wearing anymore-- I just keep pulling on layer after layer until I start to resemble the Michelin man!
Also, tell your friend the weather man that he is so predictable. Rain? Again? C'mon, be creative.
Sincerely,
Moi
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
New Year; New Story
Why hello, 2011! Nice to meet you! Glad you are here, welcome to the party.
I am not here to bash about 2010. A lot of people end the year going, “thank God that’s over.” I’m not like that. Sometimes I’m like that, but not this year. This year has been a really good one. I’ve done a lot. I have no complaints, no regrets. Sure, bad shit happened. Sure I had bad days. But let’s be real for a second, I blame men for MOST of the strife in my life. And I feel like that might not change for a while. That’s just how my life operates, I guess. So I’m learning to accept that that part of my life isn’t ideal. Some day it will be. So that aside, my life’s grand. I mean 2010 had its fair share of parties, friends, family, and fun.
2010 in summary: January: Turned 18, which is awesome. I went to the first of many parties with the same group, thanks to my boyfriend at the time. I was cast as a lead in a really great show. I finished applying to college.
Febuary: I had my first real Valentine’s Day ie, it wasn’t spent cursing my single-hood.
March: I performed in the aforementioned show and rocked (in my humble opinion). I started getting accepted and rejected by colleges.
April: Met My Ex. Whirl wind spring break which included hooking up with My Ex, getting accepted to UW, running away from home for a few hours (dumb), and visiting UW and deciding to go there, and then seeing Oklahoma, easily one of my favorite musicals of all time.
May: Crazy relationship with My Ex. Senior ball, aka one of the best nights of my life. Senioritis of the most serious degree. Aced AP tests.
June: Graduated from high school. Pirate festival, where I dressed up and had a crazy fun time. Got dumped by My Ex which resulted in a wide range of emotions that persisted for a long time (clearly). And, most importantly—LEFT FOR EUROPE. One of the hardest things to do, but my best friend and I travelled extensively through France and Italy and had a life changing experience.
July: Europe trip continues through middle of the month. My dad’s birthday. The famous family summer party, as fun as it had ever been, even if it was the first time without my grandma. Visited UW for orientation and signed up for classes.
August: Starting to say good bye to friends who are leaving for college. Went to Santa Cruz and had mucho fun catching seagulls, eating deep fried oreos, and being buried alive in the sand.
September: Packed for college. Said good bye to more friends. Decided to cut My Ex out of my life in fit of rage. Left for college. Met amazing friends. Met Kellbow accidentally. Love my adorable roommate. Saw Garfunkel and Oates. Played capture flag with dorm friends.
October: Had pho for the first time (and last time—ew). Fell in love with one of my professors (okay, just, it’s okay… I mean… Not like thaaat.) Decided frat parties aren’t my thing. Got used to Seattle. Had a weird Halloween experience that involved dressing like a undercover cop, talking to My Ex, getting…. Okay, it was Halloween… Being in a hot tub in my clothes, taking a shower in my shoes, etc. Started my blog.
November: Went on two dates. Went home twice. Talked again to My Ex.
December: Finished first quarter of college. Made possibly the BEST final project ever. Went home for the holidays. Saw my two best friends. Hung out with the family. Got advice from uncle about boy situation which followed along the lines of “If you can’t find a man, go for a woman”. Came upsettingly close to finishing an art project with my mom, and upset that I didn’t pound it out. Saw My Ex in person for the first time since I cut him out over summer—don’t want to talk about it. Partied the shit out of New Year’s weekend.
So I’d say a good year overall. That’s why I’m not going to bash it. Instead I’m going to rejoice that another year is coming my way! It’s exciting and unwritten, and that’s the best part. We know what happened in 2010, but things are new and uncertain in 2011 and that’s something we should embrace.
Traditionally people create a list of New Year’s resolutions. I guess off the top of my head I think some of mine are: stress less (about boys especially), procrastinate less, do more extracurriculars, get out of my comfort zone more, write for my blog more consistently, use facebook less, eat less pizza, sleep in late less, call my friends and family more often, get a job, spend less money… Those seem pretty straightforward and cliché, but I guess, but that’s how I feel.
2011. Man, we are gunna take each one of these 365 days to its max. Fo’ sho’. No regrets. We gunna kick ass, and take names. Coopa.
I am not here to bash about 2010. A lot of people end the year going, “thank God that’s over.” I’m not like that. Sometimes I’m like that, but not this year. This year has been a really good one. I’ve done a lot. I have no complaints, no regrets. Sure, bad shit happened. Sure I had bad days. But let’s be real for a second, I blame men for MOST of the strife in my life. And I feel like that might not change for a while. That’s just how my life operates, I guess. So I’m learning to accept that that part of my life isn’t ideal. Some day it will be. So that aside, my life’s grand. I mean 2010 had its fair share of parties, friends, family, and fun.
2010 in summary: January: Turned 18, which is awesome. I went to the first of many parties with the same group, thanks to my boyfriend at the time. I was cast as a lead in a really great show. I finished applying to college.
Febuary: I had my first real Valentine’s Day ie, it wasn’t spent cursing my single-hood.
March: I performed in the aforementioned show and rocked (in my humble opinion). I started getting accepted and rejected by colleges.
April: Met My Ex. Whirl wind spring break which included hooking up with My Ex, getting accepted to UW, running away from home for a few hours (dumb), and visiting UW and deciding to go there, and then seeing Oklahoma, easily one of my favorite musicals of all time.
May: Crazy relationship with My Ex. Senior ball, aka one of the best nights of my life. Senioritis of the most serious degree. Aced AP tests.
June: Graduated from high school. Pirate festival, where I dressed up and had a crazy fun time. Got dumped by My Ex which resulted in a wide range of emotions that persisted for a long time (clearly). And, most importantly—LEFT FOR EUROPE. One of the hardest things to do, but my best friend and I travelled extensively through France and Italy and had a life changing experience.
July: Europe trip continues through middle of the month. My dad’s birthday. The famous family summer party, as fun as it had ever been, even if it was the first time without my grandma. Visited UW for orientation and signed up for classes.
August: Starting to say good bye to friends who are leaving for college. Went to Santa Cruz and had mucho fun catching seagulls, eating deep fried oreos, and being buried alive in the sand.
September: Packed for college. Said good bye to more friends. Decided to cut My Ex out of my life in fit of rage. Left for college. Met amazing friends. Met Kellbow accidentally. Love my adorable roommate. Saw Garfunkel and Oates. Played capture flag with dorm friends.
October: Had pho for the first time (and last time—ew). Fell in love with one of my professors (okay, just, it’s okay… I mean… Not like thaaat.) Decided frat parties aren’t my thing. Got used to Seattle. Had a weird Halloween experience that involved dressing like a undercover cop, talking to My Ex, getting…. Okay, it was Halloween… Being in a hot tub in my clothes, taking a shower in my shoes, etc. Started my blog.
November: Went on two dates. Went home twice. Talked again to My Ex.
December: Finished first quarter of college. Made possibly the BEST final project ever. Went home for the holidays. Saw my two best friends. Hung out with the family. Got advice from uncle about boy situation which followed along the lines of “If you can’t find a man, go for a woman”. Came upsettingly close to finishing an art project with my mom, and upset that I didn’t pound it out. Saw My Ex in person for the first time since I cut him out over summer—don’t want to talk about it. Partied the shit out of New Year’s weekend.
So I’d say a good year overall. That’s why I’m not going to bash it. Instead I’m going to rejoice that another year is coming my way! It’s exciting and unwritten, and that’s the best part. We know what happened in 2010, but things are new and uncertain in 2011 and that’s something we should embrace.
Traditionally people create a list of New Year’s resolutions. I guess off the top of my head I think some of mine are: stress less (about boys especially), procrastinate less, do more extracurriculars, get out of my comfort zone more, write for my blog more consistently, use facebook less, eat less pizza, sleep in late less, call my friends and family more often, get a job, spend less money… Those seem pretty straightforward and cliché, but I guess, but that’s how I feel.
2011. Man, we are gunna take each one of these 365 days to its max. Fo’ sho’. No regrets. We gunna kick ass, and take names. Coopa.
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