I’ve got plans

I know, I know. That’s what I always say, right? But this time I’m determined. I’ve set myself a deadline, I’ve been doing research, I am movin’ and groovin’ on it! My goal is to slowly transform this blog around and really pump out more writing than before. Enough of me crabbing about like I’m still 14 years old (although, really, I can’t guarantee it 100%).

In other news, I’m trying out the Twenty Fifteen theme here for this blog. To maintain some semblance of the style I was using before, I kept the background image. Oh, and those pictures of a random girl to the left there? Yeah, that’s me, courtesy of my Instagram. I guess it’s time I got really personal with this place.

(Jesus Christ, though, these fonts are huge. I feel like an old lady re-reading this.)

I went old school

Why yes! It’s my first post of 2015. Can you believe it?! I’m still here! I’m still alive.

I actually have a very good reason for my latest lengthy absence. Namely, I’ve started writing in an actual journal again.

A real journal!

I received this bad boy from my cousin for Christmas, and at first I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with it—I mean, who actually physically writes down their thoughts anymore? Then I said to myself, Oh what the heck. I decided to bring the book with me on the sojourn to Miami at the beginning of January, and began writing promptly on the plane ride. It actually turned out to be a pretty cathartic writing session. And then I kept writing throughout the trip.

Nearly 3 months later, I’m still writing in it. It’s become my new best friend.

I wrote in it!

So if you’re curious as to what I’ve been up to these past few months (and I’m sure there’s many of you out there…or not), all the juicy stuff is in there. And there was a lot. In addition to Miami, I also went to New Orleans in February for Mardi Gras (my poor liver) and Seattle at the end of February for fun (again my poor liver). Three trips across the U.S. of A. in the span of two months—it was definitely quite the record for me.

Taking over Mardi Gras 2015

For 2015 my social life somehow decided to reinvent itself and I’ve become, instead of a 21-year-old outgoing party girl…a, well, 25-year-old outgoing FUN girl (I say fun because swigging wine at friends’ apartments have replaced the nightclub parties I attended as a younger 20-something). Work has been…well that’s another story. My love life is another story as well. It’s all in the journal now!

At any rate, I don’t plan on giving up this blog anytime soon. In fact, I’ve got plans (like I always do). But this time I hope to follow through on everything I’ve been planning the past year or so. Shit’s getting real.

Peace ya’ll.

The Fall

So admittedly, I almost forgot I had a blog here (again). It’s been nearly 3 months, and much has definitely happened since my last entry, including:

  • Going to New Orleans in October for work
  • Getting kissed by a random Kiwi on Halloween in what was my first post-relationship pucker
  • Watching the season 8 finale of Doctor Who at a geek bar…actually, it literally was called Geek Bar and it was awesome
  • Going to Fright Fest at Six Flags and having about six simultaneous heart attacks when a fella with a chainsaw found out I was frightened of him
  • Friendsgivings galore
  • Doing a variety of non-alcohol-related things, such as Trapped in a Room with a Zombie, visiting a pumpkin farm, seeing I Love Lucy Live on Stage, and taking advantage of the free days at the Field Museum
  • Getting promoted at work (that one was a biggie)

There are more, I’m sure, but seeing as it is currently the Saturday before Christmas, I need to get some shit together and start Christmas shopping. Feliz Navidad!

Travel over everything

I just spent most of my evening going over all the airline mileage rewards accounts I’ve accumulated over the years: U.S. Airways’ Dividend Miles, Delta’s SkyMiles, the AAdvantage program, and now MileagePlus from United. I don’t know how people keep track of these things all the time. And I don’t know why, after many years of traveling, I’m only now paying attention to this stuff. The amount of miles I actually have in my balances pale in comparison to all the real-life miles I’ve flown: from here to the Philippines, here to London, here (meaning Chicago) to Spain. The list goes on. I guess better late than never, right?

Anyway, the end result of my labors tonight ended up with me booking a flight to Miami in January. While not entirely spontaneous, it was still a pretty random decision to make on a Monday evening. You see, one of my girl friends and I had been trying to plan a trip to Costa Rica in November for weeks and it eventually fell through. Another one of my girl friends had mentioned Miami for January a while back as well, so I suggested that as a fallback trip to my other friend. Anyway, nothing’s even confirmed with all these friends but I just couldn’t take it anymore. Is it smart? My mother would probably say no. But I feel I’ve come to a point in my life where I do not care. I just want to travel and explore and get lost.

Yes, that’s where I’m at in life right now. As Aubrey Graham would say, YOLO!

It is a truth universally acknowledged

…that I only write in this blog when I feel my life is going absurdly shitty in one way or another. September has been an odd month. I have, at times, felt any or all of the following: depressed, bored, excited, sad, bitchy, annoyed, angry, content, and meh. It didn’t help that my period came three weeks late; when you’re off the pill and you’re not having sex, not knowing where your period is should not mean a thing, but I was just plain angry with my reproductive system for holding itself up. I mean, hello, I’d like to get it over with. (Is that TMI?)

What has happened since I last wrote? Well, as I imagined, once the fun craziness that was summer had died down, my quarter-life crisis came back in full swing. I won’t go into the sordid details (yet) but several things happened this month that turned my life on its head and caused me to be a recluse. For one thing, my younger brother left to study abroad in Japan, which is yes very exciting for him but also made me feel rather blue because it reminded me of my study abroad days. Not to mention, I didn’t realize how boring home life could be without my brother! I hope he doesn’t read this and doesn’t ever find out I’ve expressed that sentiment, but I looked at him as sort of a sidekick. And now I’m bored. My youngest brother is still around, but he’s such a teenager I never know what kind of mood swing I’m going to get.

Another thing that happened was I got Netflix. Yes, that’s right. Not for the first time technically, but this is the first time I’ve actually been using it and watching things. I’d been resisting for so many years, but my obsession with Doctor Who has greatly intensified that I wanted to watch older episodes (meaning the seasons with Chris E and David Tennant, as well as some of the earlier Matt Smith episodes). And I knew the show was on there, so when my brother offered to set up another free trial that he got in his email (he uses Netflix on and off, when random online parties send him free trials) I decided to roll with it. Luckily I haven’t found myself in a cesspool of binge watching like so many others; just Doctor Who and Grey’s Anatomy. I don’t know if I have the stomach to lose myself into another show.

By the way, speaking of the Doctor, did I mention I met Mr. Smith himself last month?!

That may have been the greatest birthday present I’ve ever gifted myself. And I’m never ever washing that blue dress.