Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Sunday, June 13, 2010
I remember one Friday night my senior year of high school, Catherine told me I had to "plan" beforehand what we were doing that night. No spur of the moment stuff. Catherine is a good planner. Don't ask me how our friendship has lasted so well for so long. Ha. So I tried very hard to do as I had been told. And this is how the night ended up going:
First, we ate food from Pizza Villa on the decorative bench in front of the court house. I'd always really wanted to. I never understood why they just had a random bench in their flowerbed. So we sat there and ate as the sun went down. We sat and ate until a cop kept watching us. Then we got nervous and fled.
After that we purchased treats from our childhood, such as: Bottlecaps and Cowtails.
Basically the kind of candy you remember being so delicious when you were about six, but it's really quite nasty.
To end, we sat in the slides at the grade school playground and told secrets.
Overall, a pretty lame plan. We do really cool things when the group lets me plan in-the-moment. So cool I can't even say on this blog. You'll just have to wonder the rest of your life I guess.
I really hope that it's a huge lie that you'll be a failure if you don't have a plan. Because to be honest, I don't have a plan. I'm just trying to find things out day by day. I've always felt bad for the poor people that are always sticking to their grand life plan. . But I'm starting to worry maybe I'm the sucker. What if I'm suddenly 80 years old, still not going anywhere? Gah. So many people have their occupation planned out, they know when they want to have a family, they know what size of family, they know where they want to raise this family. They probably even have their funeral planned for crying out loud. I don't even have the rest of my day planned out.
The other day at work, one of the other staff asked me a question, "If you don't mind me asking, why did you apply for this job if you're majoring in journalism?"
Back up off me, woman.
But seriously, being a journalist you always have to expand your horizons. . . .so I can do anything and it applies to my major. So take that.
Also, I don't even know if I'll be a journalist for sure. It's fun stuff. I've loved the classes thus far. So as for now, it's journalism for me!
And the optimist in me says, "You don't need a plan. Plans don't work out any ways." Plus, even if this job doesn't apply to my major, maybe it applies to something in my life down the road that I can't see yet. You never know.
The other night, I was telling Shay about some difficult incidents that happened at work and I said with confidence, "This job makes me feel like being a mom someday will be a piece of cake!"
Wise Shayla said in reply, "Maybe that's what this job is for. To overcome your fear of one day being a mom."
She's so smart.
Of course I want to be a mom. I think. Do I? I like kids. A lot. But it freaks me out thinking of having kids that are "my kids". Scary. And it's not even the giving birth part that gets me (don't get me wrong though, I don't even want to think about having a baby come out of me). I don't want to fail as a mom. And honestly, I wonder sometimes if I'd be any good at raising a family at all. At least I can put it off for a good 10 or 15 years more. And let's hope Shayla is right. Which she usually is.
Shayla also freaked me out the other day when she randomly asked, "Kels, what do you want your wedding dress to look like?" Wedding dress? Whaaaa? I want a white one?
"You can't tell me you've never thought about how you want your wedding. At least a little bit."
She also said she'd help me plan everything if I ever do get married. Either that or it looks like I'm getting married in an XXL white t-shirt. I think I can find one for pretty cheap.
I guess I'll keep going on with no plan. But you know something? I'm determined to put all the people that do have plans to shame. Take that. Ha! And besides, if you don't have a plan, you never fail really. Since you never planned something that might be failed at acting out. I basically plan on being happy. And I know I won't fail at that.
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
- The couple thinks they're "in love" after about two days of knowing each other
- There is some pathetic problem that arises and about breaks the couple up after about a week. The couple freaks out more than needed and they usually say something along the lines of, "I hate you and never want to see you again."
- Then I swear, the very next day, the couple gets back together and says, "I love you again." They kiss, get married, everyone is happy. Woo hoo.
Girls: Stop wanting your life to be a chick flick. It's what I'd call fake love. If you want to watch a movie that shows you what (I think) true love is, then you choose the most unreal movie out there. It's a cartoon for crying out loud. But when I find the right person, I want to live a life similar to Carl and Ellie's from the movie "UP". If it turns out that way, I'll die happy. I put this clip from the movie on. Watch it. And I'll tell you a secret about this clip. . . . .I cry every time I watch it. I can't help it. It's pretty embarrassing really. But I cry. Because I love Carl and Ellie. I want what they've got. Someday I want that. I don't need to be swept off my feet. I just want to someday marry my best friend. I want every day with them to be a grand adventure. I want my Carl to love me so much that he'd live in a colorful old house with me too. I want to grow old with him. This right here is what I want:
Yep. That's what I want. It's perfect. I've been accused before of not being romantic. And it made me depressed because I thought, "I am toooooo romantic," until I realized, "Ugh. I'm not romantic at all." But I'd like to come out and say, I AM A VERY ROMANTIC PERSON. It's just a little different than other's ideas of being romantic. And I actually do believe in love. Even though I do make fun of it basically all the time. Let me rephrase that actually: I make fun of people that think they're in love. Too often in the world now, people fall into this "fake love". The kind you see on chick flicks. It makes me sad. Because geez, the world is missing out! They're missing out on the real deal.
I told this guy I liked once upon a time that I wanted to one day marry my pal. He told me that was stupid. You don't marry your pal. You marry someone you're in love with. Well, I got news for you. I've got lots of pals, but I'll marry the pal that I fall in love with on top of that. Because if we're pals that are also madly in love. . . .we've got it made, folks. All those people who are madly in love and get married, but they aren't pals. . . .they end up getting sick of each other after a few years. Or months. So the joke is on you, guy I liked once upon a time.
Years from now, that old colorful house is mine. You have my word.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Except it hasn't been quite that exciting. I'll admit. All of us actually wanted to pass off CPR and not destroy the CPR dummies. I have been going through CPR training. First-aid training. Just every possible training. I swear. But it's worth it. I survived my week of training and I finally get to start my job on Monday. SWEET. I'm stoked. I'm also very nervous. I already love the rest of the staff, so that's a good sign.
On top of surviving training this week, I've also been surviving allergy season (barely). It's been rough. I think I finally found some allergy medicine though that works and I don't have an allergic reaction to it. So that's a very good thing. I took the first pill last night, not knowing quite what would happen. Luckily, my face did not swell, I did not act goofy, and I actually felt a little better. I wish I could say the same about the time I took Benadryl, but this is not so.
I'm glad it's the weekend. Weekends are the best drug out there. These allergies will be history in no time.