The Golden Apple Corps

Question

So I'm having my first drink in my new home ( i can still call it new, it hasnt even been a month yet), and i got my self some yummie home made dinner and im playin' the video games and im what you could call 'chillaxing' and a pre-req of this is to not wear pants. Thats how comfortable i was.

 And my neighbour decides to come over ( i put pants on, you weirdo...). And her friend. so we had a few drinks and then i politely kicked them out when i had to take my dog out to do her thing. I made some phone calls and that was my night.

I just wanted to know if this is real life? Do people live like this or am i just weird? And why is popcorn so amazingly tasty?

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A shitty end to a perfect day

So I FINALLY got my couches today, stupid brick and having shitty delivery guys, well not really. The first set I bought wouldn’t fit through my door but this one is all good it’s so sexy and can be seen here. There’s a love seat too but I can’t find pics of that so pfft to that.

Oh and my accidental job is good, better than good really it’s great. I know it’s a dorky thing that we do there, did I tell you what it was? It’s a stamp making store, like the ink and image stamps, not the postal stamps. Its weirdly complicated and still kind of a mystery to me how they do  it cause I’m pretty much strictly accounts reliable and accounts payable, but I know there are UV lasers involved somehow.

But yeah my shitty ending. So I copped out on my Aikido class for some munchies shopping and a night on the couch. Yeah I know I should have gone, and believe me I feel guilty about not going but I’ve gone 4 time in a week, I cannot go once to start my ass-grove spot. So any ways when I was going through the checkout I saw that i had missed a call. From my Dad.

I haven’t spoken with my Dad in 2 years.

Infect you could kind of say we are on bad terms.

I would have told my children that he was dead. If I had any.

So I do what any 23 year old learning to live with her self again would do. I called my mom. She says call him back and be polite. So I do.

We end up talking for 36 minutes about what I’ve been doing and my plans and oh, I was engaged and now I’m not, and work work work! And all I wanted to do was yell at him 'What the fuck gives you the right to call me you douche, you don’t talk to me for 2 years and you just  call and catch up, you don’t apologise for the things you said to me. Fuck you and fuck who ever you’re with now. I don’t give a shit about you or her'. I wanted to ask him what he wanted. I wanted to ask him why he was calling me now and what exactly he needed from me so I can say no and carry on with my life.

But I was polite. For you mom. For you.

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Breaking News!

I feel like I've just been kicked in the ass by a horse.

Note to self; Never become so out of shape again. Ever!

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Old dog gets some new tricks

So its sad but true, i am to old to be a international model, but they do want to  do a shoot with me so that i can model locally and my 'agent' wants me to take an acting work shop so that she can put me in commercials. I'm not sure about the whole acting thing, i need to fork out some cash for the seminar but we'll see, maybe ill be bored and need some thing to do when it comes around. But yeah, i have a photo shoot at the end of January. Neat!

And also note to self; Aikido hurts, sure its all peaceful and harmony and shit but when some one flips you on your ass it bloody well hurts! But when you get to do that to some one else, its SOOOOO worth it :D

And check this out Tony-no not that one posted this earlier this week, i thought it was neat, its going in my click me tab but its here too

In other news i get a new couch tomorrow, ya me! I plan on playing video games all day. And I do mean ALL day.

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Who'd da thunk it?

So yeah guess what?

I got a date at a modeling agency tomorrow. Me. All 135 pounds of popcorn loving, salt-oholic, big french butt me.

Well see how it goes. I think its neat but I'm not praying for miracles.

In other news I did WEAPONS TRAINING to night in Aikido. Awesome, yes?

 

Yes, Awesome.

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Happy Birthday me...

So for my birthday I've decided to take on the art of beating shit up

Actually its 'The way of the harmonizing spirit’, or simply said, it’s Aikido. ( A-keed-dho )

Basically it’s all self defence. But only in the sense that you don't attack, you take the energy and momentum of your opponent and redirect it. So, bob the rapist  is lunging for you, you side step, allow him to grab your arm, manipulate his wrist elbow and shoulder so he cries out like a wimpy school girl and begs for his mommy while he is landing face first on the concrete. Can you say awesome, because I watch a 90 pound Korean tween do that to her 200 pound white supremacist sensei about 5 hours ago. I’m sure he’s not actually a supremacist, if he ever happens to come across this site.

Its pretty cool, and because I'm a woman I'm going to be good at it because I have the low center of gravity. For once my fat ass is a good thing! And they fight with weapons and shit too.. Soon I will really be able to say 'Dont fuck with me, I know king fu!'  but not really casue its not kung fu.

So yeah, fuck. 23. it’s really not that big of a number... I just remember being a little kid and thinking 'what age do I want to be forever?' and 23 would be my answer. Old enough to drink and gamble, old enough to have some experience at both, young enough to still enjoy it and not know everything.

So here’s hoping that it doesn’t suck! I know it’s not all downhill from here but Jesus Christ does it ever feel like it sometimes.

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Inspecting burnt bridges.

So someone made a comment to me the other day about not going all the way. Not like that you dork, like in commitment, but yeah I know I was all jumping to conclusion when they said that to.

Baw chukka wow wawo. But no.

They told me... no they pointed out to me... that when it comes to commitment, I typically head for the fucking hills and 9 times out of 10 I don’t realize I’m doing it. That’s not a disclaimer, it’s just an observation. Case and point, I was engaged and now I’m not.

So she said to me that I have trouble going all the way, with love, with work, with school, with life in general, it’s not that I don’t want to its just that I think high school was the only long term commitment that I’ve ever followed through on and I’m about to turn 23. It makes me blink a bit.

Actually it makes it hard for me to breath. I’m still thinking on why so you’ll have to forgive me if that’s kind of abrupt.

I used to okay it with the lazy but somehow acceptable phase of ‘I get bored easily’. But that’s just shit and we all know it.

Or maybe I’m just to fucking spoiled and when I don’t get what I want with work I pick up my shit and send them off with a single finger salute.

Maybe I’m just depressed, and being depressed is easier then facing the real world because let’s face it, its fucking depressing.

Fuck this, you know. Why not? Why commit to anything? What’s in it for me? Hmmm? The promise to be mildly happy and make sacrifices and compromise for people and events that I don’t truly give a shit about. I’m sure if you really love you job or if you really love a person make those sacrifices would fell good and make you all fuzzy inside but I can’t honestly say I’ve enjoyed smiling at bitchy customers or going to others family reunions or writing stupid essays on how I decorate my house in German.

But then again what the hell else are you supposed to do with your time? Sit and write reflective blogs that are vague displays for why it’s okay to not follow through.

I fucking resent that, or maybe I just represent that. I’m a not follow-througher. And I fly off the handle, and I do shit spur of the moment cause with me that’s the only way it gets done.

Well, while I’m flying around from topic to topic; Che, you need to link me your non teacher  blog cause my side link is broken and I just might be your internet stalker cause I keep having to Google your site to read it.

Well whatever it’s not like bitching on here is going to get me anything special, although I could so go for some cookies right now, you have no idea....

I am going to go back to school, I swear to fucking Christ all mighty ( I’m not religious but it’s what the cool kids say) for love nor fucking money I will get my bachelors. Come hell or high water I will get myself a pointless fucking degree in painting pretty pictures so help me god. This is not New Year’s resolution, this is me following through. This is me committing.

I can’t breathe again, but fuck it I don’t need to right now. I don’t need to breathe yet.

Just you watch me.

 

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Skillz

This is out Jan 30th I think

Its called 'Taken'

Love the dialog, just love it!

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Soon.

http://hotchickswithdouchebags.com/

That is all

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