grace in small things twenty four

I am feeling lucky, and happy and maybe a bit hungover from a crazy-ass weekend.

5. Thankful that UCSB taught me to play beer pong very well. It is a skill that has impressed the male-sort on many occasions.

4. I only barfed once this weekend. So thankful, because it could have been much more than that.

3. Pants went out of town. All the good shit goes down whenever one of my closest friends leaves. Strength in un-numbers?

2. We are throwing a Halloween party and my bee costume fits!

1. My sister kicks ass, and she’s got the body to prove it. She completed a 20 day backpacking trip with her boyfriend. I would say hanging out with your BF for twenty straight days would kill you, let alone doing it in the wilderness and hiking 15 miles a day. Plus, she lived off of shitty camping food they carried in and was basically hungry for 17 days.

A big sigh of relief

I went to sleep last night at 7:30 pm, and woke up feeling like myself again.

I went to workout (and got my ass-handed to me by an awesome instructor) this morning.

Today I am going to hang out with a group of girls I hung out with before Refuses made an appearance, and I can’t wait to have fun with them again.

I am moving on today, demanding my old life, my old me back, and getting out of this funk.

From here on out I will be working out like I used to, eating like I just worked out, making plans like they are all mine, and living like my heart has never been bruised.

grace in small things: twenty three

5. girlfriends.
4. going out with girlfriends.
3. baking for girlfriends.
2. dinner with girlfriends
1. Really appreciating the fact that they love you, and they probably won’t ever leave you.

on the other side

So first of all, I created my bucket list (see this amazing one) of sorts, except it’s my Not Too Busy list. Enjoy. Suggest things for me to add. Tell me what is on yours.

Second of all, I am here, looking down the barrel of a breakup. I think I am okay, so far. I think I can do this. I can already feel the crazy coming back. It is like someone put the IV drip back in my bloodstream, and I can feel the sad and the crazy building.

On the flipside, I am so excited to be in control. I can’t wait to get the parts of my life back that I neglected. The gym, my nails and my self-discipline have all been neglected. Not to mention my bathroom that hasn’t yet been unpacked and my bedroom that has shit all over the floor. There are blogs to read and television series to watch. There are happy hours and long slow runs to catch up on.

It’s a two-sided coin. I’ll soon be on the other side.

Let’s hope we can keep the crazy to a minimum.

grace in small things: nine

5. kisses
4. a boy who gets so excited about space, it is honestly a little silly.
3. Date night with the girls! TONIGHT! YAY!
2. Target because well, it’s Target
1. Swimming because right now it feels so good and is actually fun!

Triple Trouble

It looks like trouble comes in threes; and Mandy, the Roomie and I were willing to stir it up in batches on Friday night.

There were professional surfers, people in the porn industry and a LONG walk home that starred both Snickers and stalkers.

We started out slow. “We’ll just go for a drink, something easy,” Mandy said.

So we ended up at Cass St. Bar and had to down our pitcher in order to avoid Mandy’s ex-boyfriend. We figured he was destined to enter the bar any minute now, because as his friends had already started to flood in.

So we fled. Gulped down beers and practically ran to the next bar.

Where we met surfers. Professional ones- that looked 16. But nonetheless they were interested in my roommate, so we drank their beers and entertained their conversation.

Only to be interrupted by a guy in the “adult-film industry.” Yikes. I’m pretty sure he was shorter than me.

So we fled again, this time to Thrusters.

We were followed by the surfers, and the Roomie did a little making out on the dance floor with Surferman Rob, only to end up going home with him.

So Mandy and I befriended a random bald guy, ate pizza and garlic knots and walked the 45 minutes back to my house.

L7-weenie

Halloween plans… will be the death of me!

There is much anticipation in the air, and I cannot wait for the roomie to come home.

We are off to check out Jason Mraz tonight.

From there we are headed to a Heaven and Hell party. It is turning out to be a very expensive evening, but we decided two nights ago to throw caution to the wind and blame our irresponsibility on being young.

I cannont wait to don my cute (and cheap!) black cocktail dress, red angel wings and red halo.

Yes, it is oh-so predictable and stereotypical, but frankly, we are so excited to fit in!

Shallow and careless will be theme of the evening, and I am letting all of my worries go by the wayside.

probability

Not a lot of people know about my boy stories.

Well, except for you guys.

So in speaking with a new-er girl friend today, she said, “Is it strange hooking up with random people?”

Uh. Yikes.

This is me freaked out by the above question. I never considered them to be randoms. Heck, some of them turned out to be dates, some relationships, some mistakes, and well, I guess some were randoms.

I just never thought of it that way.

consistency shmistency

What? Where the hell did I go? Better yet, where the eff were you?

Bails visited with her BF the weekend. WHO I LOVE.

I was third-wheeling it like a professional. They are both so awesome and fun to hang out with that we were pretty pooped by the end of the weekend. I actually needed a weekend for my weekend.

Checked out BASIC and The Fleetwood. Both pretty cool places.

We played beach volleyball Sunday evening followed by a riotous night out and the discovery a business in my neighborhood that offers community hot-tub sessions. Ewww.

Fortunately we did not partake in the jacuzzi, but rather used the soon-to-be-broke business owner’s bathroom while he talked up his baby-maker bubble bath. Ewww twice.

Spermy spa aside, a good time was had by all.

A-game

It is funny sometimes how the people you would least expect to be there when you need them, show up and they bring their A game.

I had two friends like that rescue me today with laughter. I was bumming, and before you know it, there I was cringing while holding my stomach, as a teacher friend recounted a story about one of her students.

I also enjoy the boy perspective as they can take a situation completly blown out of porportion, and boil it down to the basics.

I was feeling undervalued and was having a hard time coping with some work stuff.

They were there when I least expected it.

I love that.