Making 2013 Count

 
I don't normally make resolutions but the last couple of years I've posted about some improvements that I'd like to make, which to be honest haven't been all that successful.

That's because there's one big hindrance - procrastination. I know that everyone procrastinates, but I do it to such an extent that I just plain make myself unhappy.

It seems like I'm always saying, "I wish I had done that" or "I wish I had time to do this". I should have done that and I do have time to do this. If I could just find the key to unlocking the procrastination hand cuffs.

It's pretty ironic because the rush I get from ticking something off of my to-do list is like no other. It's baffling that I don't make every effort to do it as much as possible.

Well that's what 2013 is going to be about! I'm going to actually do all those things instead of just saying 'I wish'. And it's not really about the big things; it's mostly about the little things. Like reorganizing the linen closet so I can actually find things in there! All of the little things are what end up making a huge difference in the end.

Since I'm a pretty negative person in general (that's a big surprise, right?), I tend to need a little bit of help to stay positive & motivated so I'm going to write down something positive about each day before going to bed. 7 days in...so far, so good!

I guess that's kind of a resolution. The point is to get my life back on track & stop looking back with regret. That's what 2012 was & I refuse to let that happen again!

What are you doing different for 2013?

A look back at the year that was...2012

As you sit with your coffee - or alcoholic beverage, because it's 5 o'clock somewhere - trying to figure out how to ring in 2013, here is a little reading to keep you occupied.

Looking back at 2012 was bittersweet, but these posts tell a pretty complete story...

January

I guess some things never change because I still feel the same way I did in this post

February

Last year's Grammys sucked

I re-learned how to skate & Toronto has some great rinks!

March

Last Winter pretty much didn't happen...

...Which is ok because it allowed for wonderful Spring weekends

Someone I know celebrated a big milestone!

April

Got silly at the museum

May

I went public with my love of Intervention

I did my very first Pinterest craft

I discovered the sock bun...and was teased about it 

June

We went to our first wedding together..& did some other fun stuff

Had a fantastic anniversary trip to Montreal!

July

We were on TV

dC went away for 12 days & then came back - we survived!

August

I had blogger's block

We went to Chicago!

September

We went to our second wedding together

Saw the most amazing concert of the most amazing band - WOTE!

The Emmy tweet-cap happened

October

I discovered red lipstick

I baked some pies

Amazing fall weekending

Marked my two-year anniversary as a City girl

Happy Halloween-ed :)

November

There were some special birthdays here & here

I became obsessed with crafts

I celebrated 26 years of being alive with some love & friends

Most importantly...I got my little Coco puff

December

Kicked off the Holidays

The End of the World didn't happen...unfortunately

My Santas spoiled me!

Me, confused? Hell yes.

I was letting my mind go off on tangents the other day when all of a sudden I realized, I really actually do not know what I want. At all. Thoughts of work, money, family, friends, love, crushes, summer & all things future-related clouded my mind. It only lasted a few seconds but it ended with my brain screaming

I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T KNOW, I DON'T KNOW!!!!!!!

I'm well-aware that that was probably all fueled by love frustrations, considering that the next night I had this mini-rant:

Seriously, I don't even know what to say or think anymore. There are no dating rules, no guidelines. No single thing is valid 100% of the time because every person & situation is completely different, whether it's obvious or not. You just gotta go with it. Fuck."

This past weekend I also went to the driving range with a guy [friend] from work. He may or may not have paid for that...and dinner afterwards. And he drove. Vik tactfully noted that 'as far as he was concerned, this was clearly a date.'

Honestly? I don't even care anymore. Really. I am sick & tired of over-analyzing every situation and every conversation just to come to no conclusion at all! I had a good time & frankly that's all that's important. Do I like him? Maybe. Is it mutual? Maybe. Am I over my last crush yet? Probably not. Do I still have unresolved feelings for #Rockstar? Oh yes. Does it really fucking matter? Umm, not really.

I've done the 'waiting around for the right thing/time' often enough to know that waiting is stupid. Life doesn't stop. So I'm just going with the flow & whoever wants to come along for the ride is welcome to, but I don't want my life to pass me by like this.

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Let's all wave buh-bye to #LatinLover!

I've pretty much analyzed this topic to death in my head but I should probably conclude the story of #LatinLover since I made it into somewhat of a big deal over the past month. He turned out to be pretty useless. Is that sufficient? No? Damn, ok.

As I mentioned in this post, things on my end had cooled off while he was away on his Southeast Asia trip. I tried so hard not be attached that I became pretty much entirely detached & kind of shut down to the whole situation.

Honestly, it should not be that easy because I have tried many-a-times to force myself to get over guys & it never rarely works so well. And I was supposed to actually be into this one! This was before he did things to piss me off of course.

Before going on his trip, he had asked me what I was up to the last weekend of February & proceeded to invite me to a cottage weekend trip with his friends. I was open to the idea (even though I'm kind of a princess when it comes to 'outdoors-y' things) so I told him we could talk about it when he was back.

So when he got back he obviously brought up the trip. I asked for details such as you know...how are we even getting there? All I got was a vague, maybe, not-100%-sure answer. Umm ok - so how about you figure that out & then talk to me? K thanks.

By Wednesday these plans had gotten overly complicated & I just don’t do complicated. But what really got me was that while discussing this, he didn't respond to my texts for 4 hours. You've got to be kidding me right now. You're doing an excellent job of convincing me to come, really.

Sorry, I guess I should have sat you down from day one and explained to you that communication is the most important thing to me and shitty skills are a complete deal breaker. I have no time in my life to deal with poor communication. Especially when I know how psycho-analytical I can get - it's for my own sanity. And therefore everyone else's.

So since we're all intelligent adults here - who here thinks there's still a remote chance of me going on this cottage trip that I pretty much know nothing about? Thank you, my point exactly.

I didn't bother responding or initializing convo after that but he asked me to come over after my Bulgarian folk dancing class [which btw, I love! :D] – I said maybe because frankly, I didn't really care about seeing him.

Well Bulgarian folk dancing puts me in such a good mood, that I figured I should really give the guy a chance since he hadn't really done anything wrong and I hadn't seen him in nearly 3 weeks. Once I got there, the first things he asks me is, "So are you coming tomorrow?!"

To me this question signifies two things: 1) you are being fucking ignorant of the last 24hrs & 2) you're just plain dumb.

Both of the above are clearly true because his response to finding out I wasn't joining him was, "What?! You're not coming!?"

Honestly, I've had a long day & I'm tired. Now you're making my brain bleed. Do you think that after our discussions, or lack thereof, that transpired over the last 48 hours I would be coming? Can we FOR THE LOVE OF GOD just PLEASE watch Jersey Shore so that I can go home to bed? K thanks.

I'm fairly certain that by the end of the night he sensed something was up. Maybe he read my mind while we were cuddling & making out when I was thinking, "Wow, you could honestly just be any warm body right now & it wouldn't even matter to me. This is really not good." Either way, I left & went to bed.

The next [Friday] morning I again felt kind of bad because again - he hadn't really done anything to deserve my 'lack of enthusiasm'. Before work I texted wishing him a good day. No response. That's ok probably busy at work, whatever. After work I wished him a good weekend. No response.

And that was the case for the next 96 hours. That's 4 days by the way - more than 50% of one full week. I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was dating a little girl! Grow some fucking balls buddy & if I've hurt your feelings use your words, not immaturity, to tell me how you feel. And whatever lame way he decided to finally break the ice with doesn't even matter at this point. It's beyond over for me and mentally, I've completely moved on.

As per the advice I recently received, I should quit wasting my time and his. Done. My biggest concern right now - getting back the book I lent him.

And fighting to get back the one thing I truly want - if I even still have a chance. More on that another time.

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My 6° of Separation from Vinny Guadagnino

Vinny of Jersey Shore famousness was at my hometown club hotspot - Dragonfly - last weekend. I would have made the trek if I had a partner in crime...and if I had had any remote chance of seeing him. Regardless, here's a photo of him post-appearance at the club.

Vinny's lookin' as cute as ever! Along with my juicehead ex-boyfriend. Thaaaaaaaaaaat's right. I dated that steroid-pumping bouncer...and loved every single minute of it!

Back in 2008 I was looking for love in all the wrong places - let's be real here, I still am - and had the most spectacular summer fling with said bouncer.

It was everything I would have wanted in a summer fling - started out of nowhere, full of late nights, early mornings, can't-get-enough-of-eachother amounts of time spent together [aka a lot], club perks for the bouncer's girlfriend and her friends (that's me! haha), tears at the airport...and an ending that was just as abrupt as the beginning.

And then I rebounded with Frenchie LOL If you don't know how that went then check out part 1, part 2, part 3 & part 4 of the Frenchie saga.

If you get the chance to date a bouncer without getting attached, I recommend it. It's a fun experience ;)

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Emo Dump

I really don’t have a smooth way to transition into the emotional word dump that’s about to follow so here it is.

I spent a good chunk of Sunday being pretty restless & anxious. I wanted to do a million things at once, yet nothing at all because I wouldn’t know where to begin. That coupled with early withdrawal from the boy I recently started seeing was quite the mindfuck. Especially for a Sunday.

HOLD UP! Yes, I know you may be a bit confused right now since I have been slightly secretive about this. First off, since I am fond of code names (i.e.: Rockstar, Frenchie) we will call him #LatinLover. I also like hashtags, remember?

So long story short, I met him at a post-work function when I first started here in November - don’t worry, I know exactly what you’re thinking re: office romances and I agree - but I didn’t see him again until our work Christmas party at the end of December. There we got to talking and decided we should hang out sometime.

Fast-forward through last-minute Christmas shopping, Christmas, New Year’s and me being sick for 2 weeks, to our date a couple of weeks ago. Dinner, drinks & good convo - can’t go wrong with that! False. This is where my secrecy comes in. I got so wrapped up in ranting about how much I enjoy adore social networking that I let it slip that I have a blog. That would be fine if he wasn’t now semi-intent (not really sure just how much honestly) on finding my blog. Thank you big-mouthed self. #epicfail

Now, I haven’t reallly talked about this, however this blog is not shared with people in my ‘real’ life. None of my friends or family know and I would like to keep it that way. This is my outlet where I can say whatever and know that readers will “get it”. If I wanted others’ opinions, I would have a conversation with them.

Anyway, the last 2 weeks I’ve wondered what I’m going to do if #LatinLover ever discovered this baby. That finally came to a head with my anxiety yesterday. I don’t care. If he finds it then we should both be prepared to deal with it. Really though, I’m not responsible for how it makes him feel so if I were him I’d seriously consider whether I would really want to know everything.

I still don’t think that it’s fair for me to be subconsciously censoring myself (which I’m sure will be the case) but it was my own mistake. He’s been told that it’s private and not to bother looking. Obedience test? Just kidding.

Back to present day though. You know when you start dating someone then start spending more time with them & absolutely love that time together?! And then life gets in the way of that? Yeah it happens far too often. So he’s in between jobs - told ya not to worry about the office romance! - so took the opportunity to travel Southeast Asia for the next 2 weeks. I’m sure this will be a trip of a lifetime & I’m happy he’s doing it, but quite frankly THIS IS ABOUT ME.

The problem with me is that when I like you, I REALLY LIKE you. I don’t go psycho girl on a guy, that’s just not cool. But I’m just ridiculously loyal - it’s a Sagittarius thing, and anyone will tell you it’s our best quality. So I start to let my guard down and the vulnerability factor SKYROCKETS. Not to mention that I inevitably start to wonder where this is all going to go and of course...whether I’m going to get hurt yet again.

So Life, you’re telling me that I will have to spend the next 2 weeks (with no communication) driving myself crazy?! Fine. But you owe me...

Bath time!

You know what doesn't get enough credit? Bathtime. At least from me. Sure it was fun back in the day, but who on earth has the time for baths these days?! Not I. Or so I thought.

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I had a friend in University who adored baths. Back then I think it was even more baffling that she'd find the time to take baths. I spent most of my time in class or in the library. Granted, napping somtimes a lot. But this girl not only found the time to nap, she got really pretty creative.

In our last semester, her townhouse only had a stand-up shower. To me, that's a pretty big deterrent for just not taking a bath. Not her. Using a wash cloth to plug the drain and assuming the fetal position is apparently an enjoyable bath. The bathroom may or may not have flooded a couple of times. Also acceptable.

You know when we push our luck and succeed and then want to push our luck even more? Exactly. So during yet another bath, bath-loving friend decides that she'd try to fill up her shower to her neck (sitting down not standing don't worry guys LOL) Yet another success. Until the drainage.

Long story short - the plumbing was overwhelmed and and flooded space between the 1st and 2nd floor and short-circuited the smoke detectors that would not stop going off until the landlord came to cut it off. Amazing. The most amazing part is that aside from myself and select few individuals that did not reside there, no one really knows what happened. The landlord called it the 'flood mystery.' We just know someone loves baths a liiiiiiiiiiiiittle bit too much!

Anyway, back to me. I discovered baths a week ago. WHAT? How did I not know what I had been missing out on?! And especially relaxing with a nice book. However, someone please enlighten me as to how attain this level of bubbles:

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So am I the only crazy one to not know how awesome baths are?!

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Dear Readers: XO

Lately I've realized that I kind of enjoy my bloggy friends - that's you folks! - more than spending time with the real-life friends I see on a regular basis.

There's something off, and I always leave those interactions with a bad taste in my mouth. However I always feel happy when reading your posts & getting your lovely comments!

So I just wanted to document some love RIGHT BACK AT YA! :)

XO,

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Frenchie, part 4

For part 1, go here.

For part 2, go here.

For part 3, go here.

Eventually i had to get rough with Frenchie. And probably not the kind of rough he would have preferred. After asking him to leave me alone at yet another party he insisted on drunkenly pulling me aside and acting like an asshole. Which resulted in my yelling:

"Fuck off! Fuck off! Fuck off!"

That certainly got his attention. And everyone else's - everyone turned to watch. Oops. But problem solved :) Even i can't believe it had to end this way but i had been beyond patient with this guy.

When i got home, this was waiting for me on Facebook:

Frenchie November 6, 2008 at 7:56pm

ya daniela...i think you misanderstood smthg when i wanted to explain u the thing...i just wanted to say say u that we could be friends b.c. i just mean i would not care if you want to have other relation with other guies...i actually want to go out with a german girl and NOT with you...so don't be afraid when i speak to u and don't imagine that the the world turns around you!!!

so have a good night!!! and don't think too much...!!!

[Frenchie]

I told you this was a learning experience - i was one step closer to finding out that 'the world does not turn around me'. Who knew?

Also, i am not insulted that you don't want to date me. Really, don't worry. Nor am I 'afraid' of you. Just bloody annoyed as shit.

The following is a letter that my friend from home wrote on my behalf, which in hindsight i wish i had actually sent to Frenchie! *evil laugh*

[Frenchie], 

How’s it going today? Since our talk the other day I’ve been thinking a lot and can’t believe how stupid you are. I am not sure if it is because you are French, male or just simply an idiot. However, your only use to me was as a rebound from a previous relationship and that need is now satisfied. Perhaps if you were not quite as dumb as you are we could have continued to make out casually. In fact, you might have been able to sleep with me. Let me tell you, you are missing out. Please change your facebook status as we were never anything and now we are less than that. 

Au Reviour,

Daniela

By this time i was so over it though and way more enthralled with my flirtatious relations with my Edward. We had a great time in November, but once December and exams hit there were no more parties and no more flirting :(

At the official going away party, i ended up finding out that the message which Frenchie's roomie had relayed at the Halloween party was that Frenchie wanted to "take this outside" and fight Edward. BAHAHAHAHA Are you serious?! He would crush you. But he'd be crushing you for me, so i would have been down with that. ;)

In the end, i regret nothing. It was a hilarious experience, and although frustrating, makes for a pretty good story. I hope you've enjoyed! To anyone planning on going away anywhere - take those experiences in & let loose. A little bit - don't get arrested though.

But i still felt more relieved when Frenchie went back to being single in January. Oh yeah, he waited that long.

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Stupid does have more fun!

Ooooooooooh! Before I came up with this title (in 2 seconds flat) i always wondered why i lived with so many regrets. Makes sense now.

I don't usually pay attention to marketing campaigns. My philosophy is that no matter how much money a company wastes spends on their marketing and advertising, it will not make me want to buy their product more. B/c it doesn't create a need. And i have too much common sense for it to create an unnatural want. [Usually.]

But this, i love.

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I've seen a few of these in my fashion mags and it really really got me. If you go to this site, you'll see a lot more. No wonder Diesel's 'Be Stupid' won an award!

Speaking of stupid having more fun, I discovered a hilarious video on the lovely Leanna's blog OMG I moved to NYC (GO GIVE HER BLOG LOVE NOW!) about a show called Lake Shore - the Jersey Shore of Toronto. Epic.

Once you watch it, you will wonder why these people are trying so hard to imitate the greatness of Jersey Shore. Sadly, that's them au naturel. What it is, is them trying really hard to "properly" represent their nationality, and avoiding being "too Canadian". This Bulgarian-Canadian is (very rarely) guilty of this as well. I'm pretty foreign & pretty integrated all at the same time - it's a fine line. And if i had an IQ of 5 i'd probably (want to) be on this show too! But alas, i'll leave the (making a fool of oneself on television & the internet) fun to the stupids :)

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Can't take rejection much?

Sorry, i know i'm overloading you with posts today - but you know you love it, don't lie :)

So remember super clingy guy from last weekend? Well, read here if you can't keep track of the many douchebags that i meet.

After that post, i figured i'd give him a shot because he was nice enough. I also have the habit of 'reading a book by its cover' and not giving people [guys] chances, so i figured i would. What's the harm?

Well that depends on your definition of harm. I consider having meaningless [and sometimes forced] conversations and being called "cutie", "sweetie" & "angel" in every other text message harmful to my health.

The following are some texting highlights from Saturday:

[I changed my # this past weekend and sent a mass text to inform my contacts]
"That was ur only chance to get rid of me now your [excellent grammar skills] screwd girl lol :p"
Yeah i totally should have just cut you off that way. I'm a little bit more mature though. But don't worry, I have other ways to get rid of you.

"Ok cutie txt me later checking in lol... I'll be waiting, and don't get too hammered tonight won't b there for u to have a shoulder to lean on lol"
How about you stop talking now? Seriously, wow. And how about you do not tell me what to do? Plus, i was nowhere near 'hammered' last week. Just happy drunk. Maybe i should have been hammered cuz then i totally would have ignored your ass. Frig.

"Did you have fun tonight? Get drunk? Pick up any guys lololol"
Yeah, i picked them all up. I should have told him that too. What an idiot. I'VE KNOWN YOU FOR A WEEK why do you keep forgetting that? Because you now look like a total idiot.

I avoided him all day yesterday & today because i'm BUSY and have nothing to say to him. Some people just can't take a hint. So i resorted to letting him down gently tonight.

"Yaaa..so listen, you seem like a great guy but honestly as u can see my life is pretty busy right now. I don't really have time for anything else at the moment. I don't wanna waste your time and mine 'cause I don't really see this going anywhere."

Get a load of the response: "Later"
Ugh...as in you're too busy to reply and we'll discuss it later? Confused. "Sorry, what?"
His moment of epic maturity consisted of: "Later aka bye!"

That actually happened. Buddy, you're 27 and that's your reaction? With the rejections you've probably faced due to your serious clingy-ness, you really haven't honed your taking-it-like-a-man skills. Get some of those, because you'll clearly need to use them in the future.

I do now kinda wish i hadn't bothered giving him my new number, but hopefully he just deletes me. On the bright side, at least i didn't have to explain to him why it wouldn't work. I just don't like you. But no one likes to hear that.

On an even brighter note, it made for some good blog content! We should all send the big baby a big thank you!

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Packin' up my life

Ok, maybe not my whole life but a good part of it! 

I've never gone through the gawd awful awesome process of moving before, being lucky enough to have been able to attend a great university nearby [YAY no debt!] so this is all new to me.

But after doing this for 3 days - more like 2 b/c i skipped doing anything at all on Tuesday - i think i'm going to live in my new place FOREVER!

Packing this shit up all over again?! No thank you, i'm not that big of a masochist. Plus, i can only imagine how much worse it would be to have to pack everything and have a deadline! At least i can leave stuff behind in my old room, or come back for things i forget.

I now completely understand why some people stay at home until they're married. Who the heck wants to move more than absolutely necessary?! No one smart.

This probably wouldn't be so bad if i didn't own so much useless awesome crap. Trinket boxes full of useless trinkets anyone? Come visit and TAKE THEM ALL! I'm not taking them, but i have to sort through everything to find what i do want.

Here's what's been taking up my time this week:

The only glasses i own are of the wine & martini variety. Shocking, i know.

HOW am i going to pack this up?!

It doesn't look like an improvement but it is.
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2 of 3 suitcases.

Whoever lets me buy any more stuff should be shot.

So if you don't hear from me for a long time - it's because this pack rat drowned in her sea of stuff!

PS: Moving help is always welcome! No? Meh, i tried.

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Money makes the world go 'round?

Back from my weekend shopping trip in PA with my fave twin - my mom! :)  We had a great time shopping, dining, sightseeing and wine tasting!

Interestingly enough, our trip was sponsored by - money. So whoever started spreading the nasty rumour that 'money can't buy happiness' should be glad they're (likely) no longer around for me to argue with.

I know this seems lame but i seriously feel the need to get my argument out in the open. And it's my blog so i'm gonna go for it!

Sure, there's a whole slew of [important] things that money can't buy:

- health [we like this]

- a great relationship/significant other [we all want this eventually]

- rivalry-free fam life [and keeping blood pressure at a normal level]

- genuine friends to support your ass when you're down [thank you!] & go out with [shots!]

- a JOB! [pretty please?]

...i could go on.

But there's plenty of stuff that i love which money CAN and does buy:

- gas for my car (which i bought with $$$ too) to go and see my fave people!

- a netbook to post my blogs & write my millions of cover letters [you like this]

- a TV to watch the shows & movies that make me smile :)

- plane tickets to satisfy my immense love of travel [Europe anyone? Yiiiiah]

- ingredients to make dinner & baked goods for people i love <3

- occasional shopping therapy to keep me sane ;)

...you get it.

Not to mention signing up for those glorified dating websites to get a date or two. Maybe even a marriage! Or two? I don't plan on going in this direction but to each their own.

In conclusion, money can buy my happiness - anyday. But it can't solve all my problems, i know this. Ok, i'm glad we agree! :)

Since you stuck around this long, here's more mini-rant. Watching TV while writing this provoked the following thoughts.

Eggo waffles. Yea i loved them when i was young but i have come a long way since then. I can now make my own BETTER waffles from scratch. And guess what!? Freeze then toast them up later. Trust me when i tell ya that they are delicious. And healthy since i make the whole wheat kind :) What up now Kelloggs?!

Oh there's yet another Monopoly on the market, what a surprise. The commercial claims that the Monopoly electronic banking - "kids love it!" Really? Probably because they don't have to use their fucking brains. Don't even get me started on how much i hate today's youth. Hate.

Why am i so good at math? (I already warned you about the nerdiness ;P) Probably because i played the Game of Life all the freakin' time and adding up THOUSANDS of dollars in my head is really useful for brain and math development. Maybe you little teenaged, hard-headed fuckers should give that a try sometime?

Just think about how much travelling i could do if i had all the money contained a box of Monopoly!! :)

Your tactfulness is much appreciated

Last week there were a few comments, both direct and indirect, that just rubbed me the wrong way. It may be that i'm just overly touchy at the moment, and often feel like no one in the world understands how I feel lately; but it may just be the fact that i have an opinion about EVERYTHING.

Exhibit 1

"I really hate it when people say FML, Gheez there's always some1 worse off than you..be grateful for what you have and instead say I LML! :)"

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Ok - am i a fan of my unemployed, unproductive & currently-boring life? No. Do i think i have the worst life ever & would trade it or give it away in a split second? No, definitely not.

Of course there's someone worse off than me! Natural disasters aside, we could always use the poverty and/or 3rd world argument. Does that mean i'm not allowed to feel sorry for myself for a few minutes per day? HELL FUCKING NO! So kiss my ass. Sulking helps me get over it and move on with my day.

You try checking job sites every day and seeing no new postings! I'm really sure you'd LYL then. Therefore leave the rest of us and our vocabulary alone.

Exhibit 2

Similarly, I was bitter about not having anyone to go with to see Ronnie from Jersey Shore! [We won't get into JS - it's my guilty pleasure. Everyone's allowed to have one, no?] last Friday at a local club. Can you blame me? It's the weekend and I don't have anyone to go to the club with! Sad me :(

And i don't know about your Facebook but mine has been HELLA boring lately. No pictures. No videos. Not even hotties to creep. It's ok, i'm shaking my head at myself for that last one too.

Therefore the following status update was posted by moi:

"Facebook is old news. Just like Niagara. Lame all arounddddd."

Well that got quite the response. All along the lines of:

- So delete your Facebook!

- So move out!

Oh my! I didn't even know i had such genius Facebook friends! Clearly it's not possible that i would have come up with those solutions on my own. I have a rebuttal (of course) for both of these. Wanna hear 'em? Of course you will.

1) I honestly would probably get rid of my Facebook because there are various other outlets for the things it lets me do.

- Twitter for ranting

- Flickr/Picasa for posting pictures

- Blackberry for easy communication

Then why haven't I, you ask? Because when 15% of those friends are from my exchange in Germany 2 years ago - it's KIND of hard to keep up with them all via any other way. Not to mention family in Eastern Europe. So "deleting my Facebook" isn't really an option atm. I am seriously thinking about cutting down on the amount of friends though. I don't need their lameness.

2) I'm fairly certain that the ones shared the wisdom regarding me moving out have budgeted supporting my ass in the big city for next "n" amount of months while i find a job there. Bless their hearts. But seriously, shut up. As per above, it's not for a lack of trying!! :(

Exhibit 3

I started watching The Apprentice again this season as the show's premise of having contestants who have been affected by the recession really intrigued me. Plus, I never get tired of watching people in suits problem-solve in time-sensitive situations. *sigh* The life i so desperately seek <3

Anyway, what pissed me off was the one girl's introduction of herself. I wanted to find the video so you could see and hear the complete snobbiness but YouTube didn't have anything. So instead here is her bio from the website:

"She [Nicole] received her J.D. from Loyola Law School while holding the title of Miss Los Angeles, and placing 4th runner-up at the Miss California USA 2008 Pageant (part of the Miss USA Pageant). Determined to use her brains and beauty, Nicole left her law firm job, where she was miserable as an attorney, to prove that the recession can't stop her from pursuing her dreams."

REALLY?!

First of all, you mentioned your beauty in a bio for a skills competition. How very pageant queen of you.

But secondly, you left a good job because you thought you were too good for it?! When the rest of the contestants have been either fired, laid off, are barely making ends meet because they live off of commission or like one guy, are even going through a devastating divorce because of economic downturn?!

You. Must. Be. Joking. No no, she definitely was not joking.

In the end though, bitch got what she deserved and was fired. Guess who's probably going to go crawling back to the attorney job she was "miserable" at? You got it.

I feel so much better now that I've shared this with all of you, as I'm sure some of you will see where I'm coming from. This is why I love you :)

Procrastination, and time, will kill ya

"A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost.

We can't pretend we hadn't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying."

 - A 16-year-old may have written this, or she stole it from somewhere. Either way, I stole it from a 16-year-old's facebook. lol