December 2013 off list

Here are some more updates for December that I was able to cross of my 101 list.

39. Try an Ethic food that I've never had before December 2013

I had the pleasure of trying Ethiopian food. I was excited to try something new and open my pallet to things other great food. It was great, and definitely an experience. You eat with your hands. But the cute boy company didn't hurt.

44. (an unmentionable item) 2/3

69. get my first Christmas tree (and don't let that die too) December 2013

Well, I was able to keep it alive for the appropriate time. Some time after Christmas, the tree found it's untimely death. Meaning, I just threw it away 3 days ago.

77. visit niece Addison for her 1st birthday December 2013

I'm so glad I got to be a part of my niece's 1st birthday. Isn't she the cutest thing? I'm completely obsessed with her.

85. play beer pong for the first time December 2013

It's embarrassing and shocking that I was once a teenager, a college student, and now am a post-college, 26 year old that has NEVER played beer pong. Who am I? Well, I finally played, and lost miserably...we don't need to explain more than that.

So I'm trying to write a book...

Have I mentioned yet that I'm trying to write a book?

Well the keyword is "trying."

It's definitely more challenging than I anticipated. Especially since I'm writing several short stories about things that happened to me. You think it would be easier to write about it.

Well it's not.

But here's just part of my introduction to my book. Right now, I am naming the book "Talking with My Hands"

Introduction

I was once told that I talk with my hands. Correction, I was once defined as being very “gesticulate”.

Definition: verb. use gestures, esp. dramatic ones, instead of speaking or to emphasize one's words.

            Because I had no clue what that meant, of course, I agreed. I wanted to look awesome. Who doesn’t want to look awesome? I did until they rudely asked if me I knew what that meant and proceeded to find it okay to “gesticulate” his hands over to MY plate of food.

I’m no fancy. So let’s just put it simply for the non-assholes like us; I just talk with my hands.

Even though I don’t know the proper word for talking with my hands, it’s funny to think I’m smart enough to figure out how to write with them. Oh, excuse me, according to Thesaurus.com, how to speak in longform with them.

Also, here is the beginning of one of my chapters.

Behind

It’s pretty awkward but yet pretty awesome how much attention my ass gets. Did that make you uncomfortable? Yes, we’re talking about my ass right now purely for the fact that it draws some sort of attention that I can’t explain. I mean, I don’t believe it’s at a Kim Kardashian level but we all know that’s not how she got famous in the first place. But for some odd reason, my ass, gets attention and like I said earlier, it’s slightly awkward and awesome all at the same time.

I’ve been told that I have a petite body, let’s be honest, I've been told that I have child body. And growing up I was made fun for having a small body and a large head. Kids. But apparently there is one thing that sticks out like a soar thumb, and I never thought about it until I was able to gather stories, plural, through out the years where my bum has had several run-ins.

Being married with a twin.

You know how when you were younger and you were swinging on the swing set and if you were swinging with someone else at the same rhythm you were "married" or "twins"?

Does that still apply when you're older and running on the treadmill at the gym?

If so, I'd be "married" to a 5'1" older, Hispanic man, wearing Beat headphones, a too tight tank top, and swassy (sweaty ass) sweat pants. And I'd also be "twins" with a man with the same length of hair as myself (so I guess the twin thing could be true).

The Art of Timing.

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Timing is a bitch.

But at the same time, Time is this little things that gives me goosebumps and butterflies.

Timing works in ways that the average person can only truly understand until you experience it.

Or really anyone with a past.

With this said, I've always been in a firm believer in that everything happens for a reason.

Even with that said, now, more than ever I believe that timing is reason/purpose's partner in crime.

I've never been so aware of timing until recently.

Timing mostly with the people in my life and how and when they have come and gone, or have stayed around.

It's so amazing, but terrifying how life throws people at you.

Timing has thrown a lot of people at me in the last year and I'm now seeing why.

I feel as thought the next set of timing in my life is being set up to happen.

The thing with timing is you can't plan any of it.

Which makes it thrilling and exciting, but then the terrifying part comes in.

You just have to have that little bit of faith.

Funk.

Is this thing on?

I've been getting the feeling lately that I should just stop posting all together. For all time and eternity. Sometimes it feels more like a burden than anything else.

But then some days, I think, "Maybe someone is reading this?"

Anyways, today. I feel in a funk. Not my self.

I'm not sure if it's because I pushed my bangs to the side or that today is just an off day.

I'm feeling emotional, in a NOT that time of the month way/ shark week kind of thing. 

I hate it. Feel normal!

I'm not good with feelings. I just want feelings to go away.

Tomorrow will be better.

I'm thinking it will.