Good feelings Friday

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It's Friday. So this day already deserves good feelings. And I'm going to keep the motions going and talk about something that makes me feel good.
Love, and the opportunity to find it again.

After the heartache and self re-discovery I've now been through, I can confidently say that I can't wait to fall in love.
As cheesy as that may sound, it's so more than true. And I like to think of it as I get to relive the butterfly stage, the dating, the flirting, and exciting parts about first falling for someone all over again. I literally get so excited just thinking about going through that with someone I truly like.

Someone worth my while.

Bring it on. I'm ready. Whenever he is. Haha.

Kissing a Stranger

 

A friend of mine posted this on her Facebook wall, and after watching it was strangely moved by the whole concept behind it.

Get 20 strangers to agree to make out with each other. And they easily found people to do it. It's funny to see all these strangers that all agreed to something they thought would be easy, all react slightly more difficult than they had imagined.

I feel your pain, I'm all talk and very little action.

I think it's beautiful to see that although all these people are so different, they all relatively react the same. Either smiling or laughing before the initial kiss. I think everyone can relate to this situation. The First kiss.

It's always so nerve wracking and exciting. I don't know about you, but for me, all this video did was remind me of all the first kisses I had...the exciting ones at least. And that was a little happy moment for me. Something to look forward to.

What did or didn't you like about this video? Did it make you feel uncomfortable?

FACT #29

Being Single-

 

Definition: verb. state of being;

 

  Where one doesn't have to shave their legs...ever.

You can see I've been up to a lot lately.

I was defeated.

Today defeated me and I hated that it did.

I tried so hard to not let it happen. But it did. I had no control over it.

I held it together all day. Until I reached my car.

And then cried.

Because I didn't know what else to do. 

I don't mind being alone, but moments like these, I just want someone to call and give me a big hug.

Please, Tomorrow. Be nicer.

OH hi.

I've missed you, but you really haven't missed much.

Besides me moving back into my parents for a few months, me crying about it, remembering how sharing a bathroom with your 20 year old brother is gross, doing (3) people's worth of work at my job right now, going to my 3rd baby shower this past month, having mood swings about wanting to chop off my hair, stressing about getting my address changed,  and I need an oil change and my taxes done.

There really hasn't been much.

But here are some random pictures that don't relate to each other what-so-ever.

 3 gays, 1 girl, on a crowded bus eventually turned into 6 gays, a girl, and a pizza place.

 It's yours.

 skiing!

 missing Erica so much right now.

 purse candy and purse gum unite to make one super purse item

Snap chats that make me happy and loved

Hunger games reference

PS. did you know that there is a whole circle of  gay bars downtown named "the fruit loop"?

Well, now you do.

Don't leave me, because you think I'm boring. 

I'm thinking probably good things should be coming soon.

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.