Worst Pep Talk Ever

Usually I refrain from posting things about certain people on this blog, in which case, the person / people will remain anonymous, but the point will speak for itself. I debated posting this, but I just think it's too awfully funny to not post.

Per a conversation with someone last night, my mom and I were talking about a different particular person and the fact that their girlfriend moved away and then came back and moved in with them after only a few months of dating. The person that was on the receiving end of the lady house guest is a guy that I have liked for awhile, and said first person that I had a conversation with last night was all about me dating him. This person has also warned me not to talk to the guy I like unless I want to hear all about his sex life, which I do not, and how wild it is, which I figured. I could tell he was one of the guys who did freaky things all over the place in all positions and I never slept with him or went anywhere near that territory. Girls have that radar though, other guy friend did not and is now completely scared for life.

I am bummed out the guy I like has a girlfriend, but not because of the fact that he has her, but because of how fast he's moving and how she's treating him like an absolute doormat. I'm having a total "I can treat him better" moment, even though he hasn't been treating himself very well as of late, and I definitely don't want involved in that. The point is, it still hurts.

As my mom and I were discussing his new roommate, she picked up on this. I feel very close to said guy I like, so it would have been hard for her not to. With all of this in mind, what does she say to me?

"It's okay. It would have never worked out (between the two of you) anyway. He'd want to have wild sex everywhere."

Yeah...that was the WORSE pep talk ever for many obvious reasons, but just in case you didn't catch them, let me just pinpoint a few of my favorites. I am twenty three, first off, and although I do not sleep around, if I were in a relationship with him, having hot sex sounds like pretty much the opposite of the worst thing ever. Instead of helping, she made it worse. Enough said.

A Boy Who Changed His Mind

There's a line from a song that I've had stuck in my head for several days now. It's from the song Fifteen by Taylor Swift and goes "Abigail gave everything she had to a boy who changed his mind."

How many of us has this happened to? Maybe you haven't given anything physical, but emotionally you have, and that means so much more than the physical ever will.

Start All Over / My First Novel

Hello everyone! As I'm sure you're all aware by now, I am working on my first novel and really excited to share it with everyone when it's finished. I wanted to give everyone new ways to contact me if interested. This blog will stay a personal blog, but I also want to update you all on how the novel is going, along with other things.

For right now, you can also find me at:
Myspace
Twitter
LiveJournal
Facebook

Feel free to contact me, as I promise I do not bite and I like talking to new people!

I'll Meet You There (RIP CORDELIA)

R.I.P. Cordelia

Sunday night I lost a very beloved animal, and I know I'm a little late on this, and I apologize to Cordelia. She was one of the best cats I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, but she was taken from us far too soon. I am not ready to talk about what happened to her, but it was very tragic and a freak incident.

I remember the first time I saw her. It was about four years ago and she was a one and a half year old, very sick cat in a shelter. No one would adopt her because she was sick, so we took her in, loved her, and cherished the way she gave huggles. Her favorite place to sit was way up high on the cat condos and I find myself constantly looking at ours and expecting her to be there, but she is not.

Fly away with the doves, baby girl, because you are loved and truly missed. One day I'll see you again in heaven. I'll meet you there.

In light of this, I did a small photo shoot with the dogs that would cooperate, which ended up being two out of three, and I wanted to share two of those pictures with all of you, because life is precious.

This is Greta Hayley. She is afraid of the camera and she kept trying to run away while I took the picture. I am amused by just how frightened we both look, and how her head barely fits into the picture. Much to her dismay, I did get her picture though.

This would be Leo. After he got done kissing me, we had some good talks, and in this picture I am giving him the "Rotty say what?" look.

Always remember, life is too short, and those special friends who pass through our lives will forever be cherished in our hearts.

This blog is dedicated to Cordelia. R.I.P. Baby Girl!

Update For Those Who Stay Up Late

Sorry I haven't written in so long, even if I am just apologizing to myself. I'm actually very disappointed in myself, because this blog was my baby. It still is, but I just haven't really had a chance to get on and blog.

I've been doing a lot of sleeping, and a lot of feeling pretty okay, so I'm taking those chances to do things, but also feeling pretty badly in return too. I am grateful for the days when I feel good, and sleep through the days when I do not, if I can.

I have two tests coming up Monday, have applied for SSI and Social Security since I've been taken off work for at least another year gauranteed, and am just trying to get through the days without too much of a hassle.

My grandmother has become impossibly difficult and is insisting I drive her places since my mom works two jobs, and my aunt, who does not work or do much of anything for that matter, is too lazy to help her out. The problem is, I am not allowed to drive, which, for whatever reason, makes her fight with me instead of my aunt who can and does nothing. It hasn't been so great, because I love my grandma, but she wants what she wants and will never see that my aunt does indeed do things that aren't so terrific, and that she isn't perfect.

The best news though, is that I have rejected keeping up with my blog because I have been elbow deep in working on my novel. This is exciting to me, and I am making sure that every single word I write is something that I love and can stand behind, instead of just doing the best I can and making some parts okay and others great. I expect more than my best. I am so excited for all of you to read this when I am finished with it, and I promise I am working on it as hard as is possible, which means foregoing the blog to have time to do so.

I have also been going through a roller coaster of emotions, most of them my fault, but I understand that I am jealous of people sometimes, and that makes me a loser. I'm not proud of that part of myself, but I am working on it, and as long as I don't let them know I'm jealous, then I still have things under control. It's important to control the emotions that are yours and yours alone, especially when no one else did anything wrong to provoke them. You can't take those kinds of emotions out on anyone else.

I am living, and learning, and becoming more worldly. The other day I ventured into my first sex store with Becky, and a woman she works with by the name of Nancy. I bought nothing, but didn't expect to, and had a great time.

I'm just trying to live the best I can for now, while keeping up hope with those Vegas city lights sparkling in my eyes. I will have that one day. I will.