This is my last post as a 22 year old. I'm never gonna be 22 again. Ever. Kind of weird to think about.
I think the minimum age to rent a car is 25. Two more years, baby....two more years. *thumbs up*
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Dolla Dolla Bill Y'all
Oh man, I have to get up in 4 hours to teach my exercise class and here I am sitting on blogger typing away. Just finished reading two articles for my senior capstone class and am ready to participate in some fun discussions about messed up kids who live in the ghetto. NOT. Discussions should be optional. I just threw together a mix of oldie workout songs. Now I have a bunch of songs stuck in my head, including... "Surfin' USA" and "Rockin' Robin". :/
Anywho, I need one of dem job things. Ya' know, cause I'm broke and am sick of taking my parents' money and feelin' like a bum. I keep thinking of all the things I wanna purchase. Payments and bills should be my top priority, but well....clothes and vacations sound more appealing. Mm hmm.
I haven't had a job in over a year now. Why? Because I'm too picky. Come to think of it, I'm picky about lots of things! Well, except food. Food is my friend. :D
Anyway, I started this blog because I had to write some stuff down to get them out of my head, but now I can't think anymore. Brain. Shutting. Off.
Good night.
Anywho, I need one of dem job things. Ya' know, cause I'm broke and am sick of taking my parents' money and feelin' like a bum. I keep thinking of all the things I wanna purchase. Payments and bills should be my top priority, but well....clothes and vacations sound more appealing. Mm hmm.
I haven't had a job in over a year now. Why? Because I'm too picky. Come to think of it, I'm picky about lots of things! Well, except food. Food is my friend. :D
Anyway, I started this blog because I had to write some stuff down to get them out of my head, but now I can't think anymore. Brain. Shutting. Off.
Good night.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
What homework?
Drawing + Music + Chocolate Ice Cream = Happy Ann :)
Feeling pretty content at the moment. Soaking it all in and allowing myself to ignore all the stresses of life...for now.
Feeling pretty content at the moment. Soaking it all in and allowing myself to ignore all the stresses of life...for now.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Utah Jazz
Jazz fever is back. The excitement is back! I won't miss another game this season, I promise. Cross my heart.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
2:36 AM Random Thoughts
ALRIGHT! Plan B!
....What's plan B again? :/
Don't have one. Don't want one. I like plan A. Plan A looks swell. Unfortunately, there are huge road blocks preventing me from taking that route. :(
Is it possible for someone to hate their ex as much as I do this long after the breakup? I can't stand his egotistical, smug self and hearing his name makes me cringe. Literally. Seeing his photos gives me flashbacks to how pathetic he was and I usually don't wish evil on others, but please God, all I ask is for him to have a taste of his own medicine. Amen. I've forgiven him, but that usually leads to more confessions from him and that results in much hatred from me.
Glad I got out of that mess, but I should've left sooner. Much, much sooner. You were weak, Ann.
Oh man....my birth date is coming up. That was fast. I thought I had plenty of time to plan something out. Wow, twenty-three.....TWO....THREE. Who's old? I am. I'm old.
I just realized that my late blog posts sometimes sound insane. I'll just randomly start talking to myself. So odd. I don't even use complete sentences most of the time.
Two words: Valentine's Day. So....pink and...red. Way too mushy. Too sappy. Too commercial. Too much.
This song is putting me to sleep. Nighty night.
....What's plan B again? :/
Don't have one. Don't want one. I like plan A. Plan A looks swell. Unfortunately, there are huge road blocks preventing me from taking that route. :(
Is it possible for someone to hate their ex as much as I do this long after the breakup? I can't stand his egotistical, smug self and hearing his name makes me cringe. Literally. Seeing his photos gives me flashbacks to how pathetic he was and I usually don't wish evil on others, but please God, all I ask is for him to have a taste of his own medicine. Amen. I've forgiven him, but that usually leads to more confessions from him and that results in much hatred from me.
Glad I got out of that mess, but I should've left sooner. Much, much sooner. You were weak, Ann.
Oh man....my birth date is coming up. That was fast. I thought I had plenty of time to plan something out. Wow, twenty-three.....TWO....THREE. Who's old? I am. I'm old.
I just realized that my late blog posts sometimes sound insane. I'll just randomly start talking to myself. So odd. I don't even use complete sentences most of the time.
Two words: Valentine's Day. So....pink and...red. Way too mushy. Too sappy. Too commercial. Too much.
This song is putting me to sleep. Nighty night.
Monday, January 18, 2010
"Nothing good lasts forever"
Well, that sucks.
I sometimes have this fear of what happens after perfection. Life seems to have a limit on how long you can stay in that state of happiness, where everything is going your way and life is just perfect. I know, I know, life wouldn't be as beautiful and what not if we didn't have those down moments -- those moments that make everything more worthwhile. But c'mon...it just puts a damper on things knowing that something so wonderful can't last forever. That's just the way life is. Relationships never remain the same. You'll never feel the same way about the other person the way you felt during the early stages of the relationship. Friendships change. Most people drift apart, friends become acquaintances and sometimes even strangers. Euphoria just seems to be temporary.
To look on the bright side, the same also goes for the bad moments in life. Nothing bad lasts forever, eh? When you hit that all time low, there's nowhere else to go but up.
I just need to get out of that mindset where I'm afraid of hitting that moment of being SO HAPPY because all I can think about is, "Oh well...here it is...now what? I can't get any happier than this and you're so high up that the only place to go is down from here." I guess I've just seen so many things fall apart and I lack faith in "forever".
Well, that sucks.
I sometimes have this fear of what happens after perfection. Life seems to have a limit on how long you can stay in that state of happiness, where everything is going your way and life is just perfect. I know, I know, life wouldn't be as beautiful and what not if we didn't have those down moments -- those moments that make everything more worthwhile. But c'mon...it just puts a damper on things knowing that something so wonderful can't last forever. That's just the way life is. Relationships never remain the same. You'll never feel the same way about the other person the way you felt during the early stages of the relationship. Friendships change. Most people drift apart, friends become acquaintances and sometimes even strangers. Euphoria just seems to be temporary.
To look on the bright side, the same also goes for the bad moments in life. Nothing bad lasts forever, eh? When you hit that all time low, there's nowhere else to go but up.
I just need to get out of that mindset where I'm afraid of hitting that moment of being SO HAPPY because all I can think about is, "Oh well...here it is...now what? I can't get any happier than this and you're so high up that the only place to go is down from here." I guess I've just seen so many things fall apart and I lack faith in "forever".
Friday, January 15, 2010
When I Grow Up...
When I was little, I wanted to be a veterinarian because that's what everyone else wanted to be.
When I was in elementary school, I wanted to be a stay at home mom. Hahaha. Oh boy.
When I was in elementary school, I wanted to be an artist. I've always loved art.
When I was in junior high, I discovered my love for astronomy and decided I wanted to be an astronomer one day. Nope.
When I was in junior high, I wanted to be a wedding planner thanks to Jennifer Lopez.
When I was in high school, I wanted to be an interior designer. Took an interior design class, drew my first floor plan and quickly changed my mind.
When I was in high school, I wanted to be a photographer. I had dreams at night about traveling the world and working for National Geographic. No lies. My photography teacher created this dream and my parents crushed it. I moved on.
When I was in high school, I wanted to be a dentist. People were grossed out by the idea and told me I probably wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life putting my hand in other people's mouths. I agreed.
When I was in high school, I wanted to be a doctor. Just kidding, I lied. MY PARENTS wanted me to be a doctor....and an optometrist, computer engineer, pharmacist, blah blah blah. I had no interest in any of those.
When I was in high school, I wanted to be a bum. Still considering it.
In college, I wanted to be a physical therapist. Life wasn't going anywhere and I didn't know what I wanted to do, so I just picked something, which turned out to be PT. Three-fourths of the way through my major, I decided going to school for 4 more years after I graduate to learn about bones and muscles and movement would result in me committing suicide. I want to live.
I want to be a chef. I'm going to be a chef. Bon appétit!
When I was in elementary school, I wanted to be a stay at home mom. Hahaha. Oh boy.
When I was in elementary school, I wanted to be an artist. I've always loved art.
When I was in junior high, I discovered my love for astronomy and decided I wanted to be an astronomer one day. Nope.
When I was in junior high, I wanted to be a wedding planner thanks to Jennifer Lopez.
When I was in high school, I wanted to be an interior designer. Took an interior design class, drew my first floor plan and quickly changed my mind.
When I was in high school, I wanted to be a photographer. I had dreams at night about traveling the world and working for National Geographic. No lies. My photography teacher created this dream and my parents crushed it. I moved on.
When I was in high school, I wanted to be a dentist. People were grossed out by the idea and told me I probably wouldn't want to spend the rest of my life putting my hand in other people's mouths. I agreed.
When I was in high school, I wanted to be a doctor. Just kidding, I lied. MY PARENTS wanted me to be a doctor....and an optometrist, computer engineer, pharmacist, blah blah blah. I had no interest in any of those.
When I was in high school, I wanted to be a bum. Still considering it.
In college, I wanted to be a physical therapist. Life wasn't going anywhere and I didn't know what I wanted to do, so I just picked something, which turned out to be PT. Three-fourths of the way through my major, I decided going to school for 4 more years after I graduate to learn about bones and muscles and movement would result in me committing suicide. I want to live.
I want to be a chef. I'm going to be a chef. Bon appétit!
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