New Beginnings!

New beginnings are always the best, anything new is always fun! It's something different, something refreshing and something exciting! New beginnings signal the end of monotony, and the beginning of excitement! Mystery, hope, wonder, intrigue, desire and anticipation of the new or unexpected are at your finger tips any time that something in your life changes. For better or for worse, the uncertainty of life is exhilarating! Especially once you embrace it, this uncertainty becomes enticing, almost seductive, and it is at these very moments when we truly feel alive. Anything is possible, the world becomes yours for the taking! Suddenly you are free, free of it all, all the bullshit, all the baggage, all of your past, and the possibilities are now endless. New people, new places, new everything, and it feels great! Maybe this is why I enjoy moving so much, because each time you move, you are given a new opportunity, a chance to start over, a chance to redefine yourself. I decided long ago that I would make friends with change, because nothing in life is permanent, and I've come to conclude that this is not necessarily a bad thing! To quote Mark Twain, "There is nothing that cannot happen today!". :)

Cheers To Those...

It's funny how you think that you can know someone, but then at any given moment, that person will prove you wrong, and the joke is suddenly on you. You would think that over the years, I would have become used to or maybe even able to anticipate this moment that can occur between 2 people, yet I haven't/I don't. Which I actually believe is a good thing, I mean who wants to go through life anticipating sadness? Not me, and therefor I don't! Yet still I never cease to be amazed when someone pulls the rug out from under me, so to speak, emotionally. But yet again, I choose to see this trait of mine as a good thing, as in I always give people a chance, the benefit of the doubt. In fact I hope that I never change, may my mind forever be open and hopeful. May I never perceive someone guilty before proven innocent. As much as it may hurt at the moment, the pain is fleeting and always temporary in nature. At the end of this experience comes enlightenment, and shortly after, peace of mind. So cheers to those individuals who surprise us, pull the rug out from underneath us, and often leave us speechless. God bless these people for the role that they have played, even if it leaves us momentarily dismayed. :)

Karma

As much as I'd like to believe in karma, it's days like today that make me question whether this whole notion of karma truly exists. And by no means is this meant to be a pitty party, but let me recap my past 24 hours. Last night after leaving my Second City writing class, I had the most major wipe out on the sidewalk of Hollywood Blvd. My cell phone, notebook and papers were all thrown about a block away from me. It was humiliating, as most falls are. And today, upon entering my local AT&T store, I was informed that I must pay over $300 to replace the phone, and all of my information has been lost. This fact in itself brought me to tears thinking about all of the information & contacts that I've lost, but the news got worse. My credit card was declined, and I was forced to leave the store with my old broken phone, humiliated. The next errand on my list was picking up my car from the body shop, which was the one thing I was looking forward to. That was until I encountered this nightmare of a woman who was seated in the waiting room next to me. The woman was on her cell phone, bitching at someone about how many beads were on her wedding dress. I looked down at her ring finger and discovered an enormous yet beautiful diamond engagement ring. The woman proceeded to talk about how her wedding is in 2 weeks in Cabo, and she was furious that only 350 people were attending. This woman continued her bitching about the fact that she just sold an 8 million dollar house, and she will only recieve around 1 million dollars as her commission. I found my self loathing this woman, perhaps even hating her, or at least what I knew of her. When her car arrived, it was a $80,000
+ BMW. And she was rude, this woman never once thanked anyone, and once she was in her car, she peeled out of the parking lot like an asshole, screetching tires and all. So I guess my question is, why her? Why does this nightmare of a person deserve all that she has? It is people like this woman that truly make me wonder if there is such a thing as karma.

Angry Spaghetti Woman

The other day I witnessed the strangest thing on the 405 freeway. A woman in the lane next to me was eating spaghetti out of a bowl with a fork while driving. And when I say bowl, I don't mean something plastic like Tupperware, I mean an actual glass bowl, and a metal fork. I don't know why I found this to be so odd, but I was strangely fascinated. I mean who brings spaghetti in a nice dish in the car with them, and then attempts to eat it while driving 60 mph? I began thinking about what kind of home this woman might live in, I immediately assumed it would be messy. Maybe a crappy nondescript apartment in Van Nuys. And I bet she lives alone, I doubt she even has a cat, although she certainly looked the part. This woman appeared to be in her mid 40's, and she was very plain looking. She also appeared angry while eating her spaghetti, which I found to be even stranger! You would think that she would at least be enjoying the spaghetti that she made, but no, this woman was not happy. She was an angry, spaghetti eating while driving woman, and I will never forget her.

Ranch Dressing

My favorite food lately is anything that involves ranch dressing…and I mean anything!!! Carrots, salads, pizza, tacos – you name it, and I enjoy ranch dressing on it. Cool Ranch Doritos are a perfect example; they feel like a complete meal to me, maybe because they embody so many different seasonings. The bottom line is, ranch dressing soothes my soul, so if you ever see me in a state of anxiety, just squirt a little ranch dressing in my mouth. ;)

Recurring Nightmare

I have this recurring nightmare that it’s close to graduation time from high school, and I suddenly discover that I don’t have enough gym class credits to graduate. So I start to panic, what am I going to tell my parents? “Oh sorry, looks like I won’t be graduating from high school because I skipped a couple of gym classes!” I mean seriously, within the parameters of my dream, that means that I’ll have to go back to high school in the fall with all the people who were below me previously! And then I wake up and thank the heavens that the dream was only a dream, and then I fall back asleep, only to have it again.

Miniature Golf

This weekend my boyfriend and I decided to go miniature golfing, or should I say he decided that we go miniature golfing. I tried to warn him that I don't have the best temperament or patience when it comes to golfing, but he didn't listen. When I was around 8 years old, my Dad entered the 2 of us into a Father & Daughter Junior Golf Tournament, and the outcome was disastrous. Halfway into the tournament, I lost my temper and ended up throwing a golf club, therefor disqualifying us from the tournament. My Dad's friends still give him shit to this day about the fact that we didn't even finish the course. Anyway, back to this weekend. To make a long story short, my boyfriend basically experienced the same thing that my Dad did with me when I was 8 years old. Half way through the miniature golf course I became frustrated with the fact that I was losing, and I declared that I quit. So my boyfriend, being the good sport that he is, (no pun intended) agreed that we could call it a night and turn in our clubs. But then he discovered something, apparently there was one extra hole where if you hit the ball into the designated area, you win a prize. So of course he gave it a shot, but unfortunately failed, so he asked me for my golf ball so he could try it again. In a moment of utter annoyance and compliance, I threw the ball at him, unfortunately it hit an innocent bystander in the head. In the temple, to be specific. I was instantly transported back to that day when I was 8 years old, I knew that I had just made a terrible mistake and I was terrified of the consequence. Luckily the man that I hit with the golf ball with was extremely understanding, despite being humiliated by the experience. The moral of this story is that I have no business on a golf course, and if you ever see me on one, run for your life!