Some Good Laughter & Some Good Irish Music

All you REALLY need is some good laughter and some good irish music on St. Patrick's, - though I know I will be argued with that green beer is necessary too. I'd say maybe a little irish decor or food helps, but really just having a good time. That's what I did today (and of course I wore green, but oddly enough on accident), and it was fun!

I was rather excited to discover the other day while talking to my mother and sister that I am 1/8 Irish! That's the most I am of anything, tied with French. It also explains why I have such a deep desire to go particularly to France and Ireland.

And for the rest of the night, while falling asleep to my irish playlist I will listen to distant (and near) sirens, of cops pulling over all the people who use this day as an excuse to get ridiculously drunk. I will be serenaded by Damien Rice and Glen Hansard.

Off to go watch a French movie...

Some kind of sick chinese fire drill...

Today was quite a strange day! I realized that friendship is so life affirming. Then I watched people go-kart (i'm too poor, sadly). After which hung out with my sister, and we laughed our butts off, as usual. She's more sarcasm and satire than I am, but we've learned how to make a good pair. I dropped her off at her place before I was to head back to my apartment, and she lives right near a cub.

Because I prefer cub to any other grocery stores and I needed groceries, and well, let's face it 12AM is the best time to do your grocery-shopping (in my opinion), so I did. I also wanted a redbox (my addiction), so I grab "rachel getting married", which I'm intrigued by cause Anne Hathaway was nominated for best actress for it! So I get my groceries and get checked out a TON which is always nice (and a little weird) when you feel disgusting.

I walked back to the car, ego a little puffed; kinda struttin' my stuff, lol...through the nearly empty parking lot. I decide I should get gas before I headed home, and stopped at Super A. I filled up, and I got on the freeway. I was keeping an eye on the car behind me in my mirrors, when I noticed I left the gas-door open. I had tightened the cap, but didn't close the door.

I got right back off the freeway on the exit that's always dead, especially at night. So I looked around at the stoplight and decided to just throw 'er in park and close it, right? Felt like a fool cause I've NEVER done that, I hopped out and closed it. Right as I was running back to my open door I see that a car was coming up the ramp behind me. I just plopped back into my seat and shut my door before I realized it was a cop. I honestly feel like stupid things like this only happen to me (but maybe I'm wrong and c'est la vie). I started freaking out to myself, repeating my mantra of "please, don't pull me over; please, don't pull me over...".

I think being pulled over is quite possibly the most terrifying thing I've ever experienced...nope, it is. I can really say I've never been more scared than any time I thought I was gonna get pulled over or I did. So I just got back on the freeway and the guy hung back a ways. I thought for sure the lights'd go on the second I got on the freeway, and he'd just pull me over on the exit ramp. I successfully got on the freeway, and he got on but behind the car behind me. I thought maybe I was out of the woods, but the cop pulls around and again I thought, I'm toast. He followed me past a couple exits, the whole time I'm stayed under the speed limit (duh) and prayed. Finally, he got off the freeway, *whew!*

I was so freaked out. I kinda do slightly illegal things like that [not exact, but similar] all the time when I'm driving, and I've never been even close to getting caught. I could've crapped a brick. Seriously, putting the car in park at a stoplight and getting out, to close the gas cap?? Only I would do that, then hop back in like it was nothing! This only happens to me; I swear. I don't know that I'll ever be able to do a chinese fire drill again (not the real kind, anyways).

I made it safely to my exit, after lots of deep-breathing that incident off. I got to the exit, came up to the light where a guy was sitting on the side of the bridge, elbows on his knees staring off dreamily. I didn't know what he was staring at so pleasant, yet almost melancholy. I looked over my shoulder, confused and saw the moon. Right as I realized that was what he was looking at, the light turned. As I drove away, I thought marry me! It might have made my day. Haha, seriously, cutest thing I've seen a guy do in a while. It was like he did that every saturday. Maybe he'll be there next week...

It was kind of the perfectly weird ending to a rather weird day.

Les Vacances Printemps

I am all cozied up (yes I just made that verb...ish-adjective), curled up in my bed, home-made iced tea to my left, brownies & teddy grahams to my right, dog at my bedside...and beautiful LCD screen before me about to start last night's episode of grey's anatomy. I have been ready to relax all day, today from the moment I woke up (a mere 20 minutes before I have to leave for the bus) all through all my classes. So, let spring break commence!

A State of Relaxation: "Right Now 2"

I'm so ready for spring break! My biggest plans involve a lot of sleeping. Probably a decent amount of paperwork too (fafsa, taxes, and all the stupid papers for study abroad, etc.). It actually already looks like it's going to be packed. All of my friends have the same spring break as me! This is the first time...well since like grade school when my friends were all from the same school! So it's going to be rather busy too, and I hope it still has the same rest factor. I've just got to make sure I fit everything together right, or it's going to be messy!

I'm already in relaxation mode: I've been sitting on the couch since 4, watching Oprah. Haha, I love me some good Oprah...and I don't know why, I think she's probably got a GIANT ego. Anywho, that was after walking the dog in the chill, and a bit of kitchen sink-scrubbing. Towards the end of a hard-hitting Oprah with her guest Tyra! (lol) I turned it off and turned on my latest tunes.

"Right Now (2)" playlist:
(these are the favorites amongst this playlist, go check some of them out I guarantee - no $ back, though - that they are great songs)

One Thread - Blind Pilot
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun (cover) - Greg Laswell
Shine On - JET
How The Day Sounds - Greg Laswell
Last Words - Travis
Chasing Pavements - Adele
Into the Ocean - Blue October
Before the Worst - The Script
Bag of Hammers - Thao

In Retrospect: I Still Don't Know

It's been a while, and I'm not sure I made the right choice. Sometimes it hurts, but for which reasons I'm not sure. It's never easy to let go of a friend. I think back to some of the stuff, and it still hurts. Still. That's not good. That's when I think I made the right choice. But then I can equally think back on the good times, and it hurts too. Because I've cut that out of my life. It's hard to cherish the good times, when it's past and no one else shares in those. I guess it came down to did the good outweigh the bad? Was the toll that all of that "stuff" took on me, the scars it left worth it? I still don't even know the answer to that question. I was hurt a lot, and it was a fairly constant stream, but I'm usually the type to try and look passed that, so this was so unlike me. I still don't know. It's always hard to look back and wonder what life would be like after all this time if I had done something completely different.

I'm not sure I like this & I don't have a title

It's funny how I can shake a hand,
and not even remember,
It's funny how I live through December,
It's funny how I look up at cheery blue skies,
and it makes me sad cause I think of your eyes,
It's funny how I can tell when you're not listening,
You stare into nowhere at something glistening,
Then you cut me short and run away,
Hey, hey,
It's funny no matter how hard I try,
I can't seem to do anything right, can I?
It spins me, spins me round in a circle,
Til I fall down and I turn purple,
It's funny how I don't know what you mean,
Cause you were found somewhere between,
So when I lay my head down at night,
I still don't know if I was right,
It's funny how it doesn't matter at all,
Cause I've combed over everything I recall,
It's funny how life's so complicated,
That sometimes we wish we were sedated,
It's funny how so many have hated,
While still others were so elated,
It's funny to think of the secrets of life,
That help us get through the pain and the strife,
Finding our way to a humble laughter,
At all that makes us much wiser after.

El Papa...(LOL)

I realized yesterday that my last note was a bit dramatic. Not that this excuses it, but sometimes you're just having a bad day (or in my case, week) you have to blow off a little steam. I tend to do this more dramatically if left to myself, haha.

I'm currently sitting at a coffee shop with carrie, and in front of us is a giant cup that is a fountain, an overflowing cup. It has all these quotes on it. An ironic one for this moment:

"our greatest glory consists not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall"
- confucius

I just had a mildly crappy week, it wasn't horrible, just when things are really dull and then crap keeps getting thrown your way all the while, it can feel much worse than it is.

So yesterday night I had to work, I was not all that excited about. On my way home, i really wanted to rent a movie, so i rented pineapple express to just laugh at something stupid. My brother was going to stop over to pick something up from me. we chatted a bit, and i quote "you've got to stop putting your emotions on your facebook status...", ha I love his advice. He left not too long later, I watched my movie and I relaxed, it was beautiful.

Tonight, I have to work again, except tonight is the mother-son dance :) I get to look at cute guys all dressed up! Haha, this should be interesting.