Nope. It’s still right here beating normally in my chest which is currently in Seattle. Damn you, Tony Bennett. The things you made me believe…
Maybe I’m just bitter. Maybe deep inside, I know my home of Seattle is like the younger, not as attractive or well-rounded, sister of San Francisco.
Seattle: “What does SF have that I don’t have? More sun? more warmth (both figuratively and literally)? More colorful? Oh, I get it. It’s all those curves, huh? Psh.”
San Francisco: “Oh, Seattle. You’re so ‘doom and gloom’. It’s actually kind of cute. You’ll grow up someday, don’t worry! And it’s not like you’re totally curve-less!”
San Francisco wasn’t horrible, it just wasn’t as amazing as I’d hoped. Maybe everyone who knew me and knew San Francisco hyped it up too much by claiming how much I’d writhe in pleasure at the mere sight of this city. Maybe the man-friend and I made bad choices of where to stay and what to do and were just too overcome by tourist traps (this remains my biggest theory).
To be fair, our time there was short so I didn’t get to see everything I wanted to see. I didn’t get the pleasure of wandering as much as I like to when visiting a town I’ve never been to. San Francisco is actually smaller in area size than Seattle, so seeing all the neighborhoods in a couple of days isn’t totally unreasonable, but walking/transiting to them can get tiring and confusing to newbs like me. Also, the man-friend likes to “relax” on vacations. I’m a go-go-go kind of girl, myself. We had to find a medium which meant he toured a little more, but in exchange I had to chill out a little more.
San Francisco IS a beautiful city; whether you’re taking in the bay from palm tree-lined Embarcadero, walking past the colorful art blanketing the buildings in the Mission, gawking at the amazing architecture scattered all over the financial district or being dazzled by all there is to look at in Chinatown, your eyes are hardly ever unhappy. I just didn’t see a TON of difference between it and Seattle while I was there.
I’m going to mark this trip as a fluke. Maybe next time, San Francisco, I’ll understand your charm.
Are you from San Francisco? Have you ever been? Do you love it or loathe it? What should I have seen, or what should I see the next time I visit? What is must-have, totally unique “San Francisco” experience? Let me know!
Take ENGL 477 (Children’s literature) they said! It will be fun, they said!
Well whoever said that was full of sh*t.
…OK, OK. I said it. I thought it would be fun. But I didn’t know that Children’s Lit would require me to read 30 fairy tales in one week, followed by a 750 word paper. Then Tom Sawyer. 750 word paper. One week. Little Women. 750 word paper. One week. This doesn’t include the required “thoughtful discussion board posts” we’re supposed to make each week.
Just what I like: A professor that has no idea her students have other classes/jobs/lives.
Shoot me now. Either way, you won’t be seeing me anytime soon.
(I’m still binge-watching Friday Night Lights though. You know. Priorities.)
You dirty little whore, you. Just when I’ve managed to get a glimpse of life without being glued to you in bed, you manage to call me back for some new sensation that will envelop my thoughts and feelings for the next month. Or two. Or three. I always resist a new trick (show) up your sleeve as much as I can, knowing it will draw me away from everything else in life, but I end up powerless each time. You demand my attention and I just give it all up to you.
I love to hate you; I hate that I love you.
This One B. Readers, followers and newcomers,
I know that I promised you more posting. I know that I wanted to post for myself; To make our relationship stronger, you know. But something has come up. I will do everything in my weak-willed power to try to blog in between my new addiction, er, commitment. I haven’t forgotten how important you or this is.
Love you all,
Dear Friday Night Lights,
WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE?! Why didn’t Netflix bring you into our relationship sooner?? You make me happy, you make me sad, you excite me, entice me. I’m enthralled. I may even be adopting an accent. I’m so sad I didn’t experiment with you earlier but so glad that I get to now.
Clear eyes. Full Hearts. Can’t Lose.
If you could take three months off from your current life and do anything in the world, what would you do?
Let’s be honest, I daydream on a daily basis about finally getting my bachelors degree, getting to leave my job, and doing something more fulfilling. But what if I got to leave my job and do, whatever I wanted? Well, I’d really want to go to all my favorite restaurants and eat whatever I wanted without gaining a pound and then go shopping at every store I wanted where everything I loved fit me and looked amazing. But this isn’t a magic world filled with unicorns and rainbows 24/7 where no one gains a lb for stuffing their faces (…yet). If I could take a few months off from my life, that would be magical enough. And I’d be crazy to actually stay in town.
I often envy the world travelers. I’m not sure how they make money to fund their travel, but I want to know how, and then do it. Because I want to travel extensively. I will get my chance in just a year or two to actually live this fantasy of taking a few months off to travel so consider this a preliminary itinerary of what I hope to accomplish.
I would walk across Westminster Bridge in London when it’s snowing. In a cute peacoat and beautiful scarf, preferably. I mean, I want to be a chic traveler, ok?
Then I basically would do the same thing in Paris (except on Parisian bridges, of course). Then I’d visit the best bakeries in the world.
I would soak up the sun and learn how to cook in Tuscany.
Then head to Rome to admire the architecture.
I would ride a bicycle through Amsterdam
Then I’d hop on down to southeast Asia and take a boat through ko phi phi in Thailand
Then fly on over to Osaka/Kyoto/Nara to visit Todai-Ji (temple) in Japan and subsequently stuff my face with okonomiyaki!
Of course, this is only a few months, not a year, so I can’t see everything; but this starting point does OK for now!
Blogtember Day 2: If you could take three months off from your current life and do anything in the world, what would you do?
I must be in the minority now. My parents were married when I was born and 26 years later they still are. Happily. Granted, when my parents met each other they each had a daughter of their own (my half sisters) so it wasn’t like starting this family was their first crack at it. But they got me out of the deal, so maybe I’m just magical.
My mom has to be one of the kindest people I know. She was raised by two Wyoming-ians who took manners and hard work seriously. She never let me say I “hated” anything. She loves animals and laughing and talking. Like my mother, I take manners and hard work seriously. When it gets bad is with table manners. I will go absolutely insane inside if I can hear you eating your food. It’s not even about someone “smacking” or chewing with their mouth open. I will flip my shit if I can even hear any type of noise that you are ingesting something. If it’s someone I know (close friend or family member), I will give them the death stare as they eat by me. If it is someone I’m not so comfortable with, I will turn my music up, try to make my own noise, or whatever before eventually passive-aggressively storming off. Thanks, Mom.
She also gave me the ability to freak out if I can’t find my keys or my phone or something else important in .247 seconds flat. As much as I consciously try not to freak out because I know I hate it when my mom does — I still eventually do.
Then there is my dad. I once heard my aunt call my dad “Mr. Congeniality”. He can be really friendly, fun, and talkative. On the other hand, he can be really blunt, abrasive, moody, and honest-to-a-fault. Sound Familiar? I’ve never had trouble making friends (which I think I have both my dad and mom to thank for) but I have my moments of moody abrasiveness and honesty that can make people step back a few feet once in a while.
I also probably got my love for sports from my dad. Things got complicated when my love of sports mixed with my hatred of annoying and inappropriate noises from people when I decided to play tennis in high school. Eventually, my friends and family members that would watch my matches knew when to shut up, but those who didn’t got a nice death stare from me before I would attempt to serve. Oops…
I’m close with both of my parents so I feel like they’ve definitely had a big hand in who I am today and I notice the good and bad traits of theirs emerging from me every day.
A few weeks ago, while venting my frustrations over getting my abrasiveness from my dad and my neurotic behavior from my mom, she turned and said to me “Well, at least you got my sense of humor!”
Oh, well that makes it better.
Blogtember prompt #1: Describe where or what you come from. The people, the places, and/or the factors that make up who you are.
I love a good challenge — especially when it comes to writing! Sure, I’m not known for my innate ability to actually finish writing challenges but that doesn’t mean I won’t still start out with as much gusto as possible followed by a meek muster to finish the challenge (if, at all). But, again, here I am; I will try again!
This is a month-long challenge (I’m late to the party, so what?) set forth by Story of My Life and to tell you the truth I’m not quite sure how I ended up on that page (not even wordpress, scoff!), but I did. I saw. I’m writing. Thank you, SoML.
Having missed yesterday’s challenge, I will probably try to squeeze it in with today’s challenge. See, this is what happens when you’re used to working and going to class full time, and now you actually have an extra 40 hours a week to burn. Class doesn’t start until the end of September and the summer sun has already begun to slip away which means it’s time to bury my head in my laptop with my pumpkin latte (Starbucks, I love you) for fun, and not to study the difference between appropriation and intrusion in media law (groan).
Wish me luck, dear readers and scant commenters! (not bitter, I swear!)
This One B. Updates. Or news. Or boring stuff, depending on who you are.
…Remember back when I said I didn’t think I’d ever be a runner? Well I’m not sure I officially said it on this blog but after my first 5k I was sure I would be over it. Turns out, I’m not. Turns out, I’m…Actually starting to like it…
Not to say that I’m a good runner yet, or that I can go very far, but I am starting to understand why people love to run. At first, I kept running for three reasons: 1. It’s pretty much “free” to run. No gym or equipment fees necessary. 2. It has aided weight loss for me. and 3. I was afraid if I stopped, I’d gain back the 15+ lbs I had lost in the last month and a half. I still never thought for one second that I actually enjoyed running. Until last weekend.
The boy came up with me to my favorite trail (it’s more like a 30 mile cemented road for joggers and cyclists). He doesn’t run (hell, he barely walks) so trying to get him to walk just two miles was a chore. When we started walking I instantly felt like I wanted to run. I felt so light on my feet. So energized. So…Good! Wanting to run was like an itch I wanted to scratch! Walking was so boring! I tried walking backwards with him, side stepping with him, but I just… Wanted. To run. Finally on our walk back to the car I asked if he’d mind if I ran and caught up with him there. I never thought in a million years I’d be asking someone to run. He nudged, “Go!” and I bolted off.
Even as an athlete I never liked running so I’m counting this as a pretty big monument!
So the boy has been talking about us taking a trip to San Francisco this fall if his work/other travel schedule works with it. I’ve been crossing my fingers ever since we’ve talked about this so cross your fingers for me, too! I’ve never been to San Francisco and I know I’ll love it and I know I’ll be so stoked if I actually get to go within the next couple of months. I haven’t taken a legitimate vacation in over a year. Don’t tell him I told you this, but if he can’t go, I might still go without him! Or maybe LA again. Gosh, it pays to have friends in cool cities….If only I could have a friend move to Chicago, I’d be the happiest girl!
You may know from my last post that I’m excited for fall. One reason I forgot to mention? I want my allergies to go away! I’ve never had an allergy problem until this year, and it’s effecting the skin around my eyes! I’m blaming the fact that Seattle basically had no winter last year, it was like one big long fall-into-spring which was AWESOME in the sense I didn’t have to deal with snow but HORRIBLE in the sense it didn’t kill all that allergy causing stuff making this summer was twice as bad as usual. Am I the only one?
Also. Am I the only person who didn’t watch the VMAs? I refuse to give into Miley Cyrus hype. Yet here I am, talking about her…Anyway. I’m just happy Macklemore got his fair share of VMAs. Seattle has never had such an artist represent us. Macklemore is truly proud to be from here and takes care of us so well and I just love that about him. Even if his songs are played way too much on every. single. radio station…
I put up that “Honest” Dating Profile I wrote a few weeks ago on an actual dating site. With this photo:
The caption said something like “This is what I look like 80% of the time. Hair up, no makeup, in work out clothes, and stuffing my face. While domo creeps in the background.” I don’t think these guys think it’s as funny as I do though. I think the fact my profile says “seeing someone” isn’t the only reason no one likes me….haha!
You’d think that after being in school as long as I have, I’d be over it, but nope! Fall quarter starts in just a few weeks and I’m excited to go back. I am not, however, excited about walking through UW campus in the dark. It may be a beautiful campus (#4), and it may have a library that looks like it’s straight outta Hogwarts, but that place is scary as hell at night. There are dark little gardens everywhere with huge bushes I always feel like some scary dude is going to pop out of. *shivers*
Question: How do you make new friends when you’re old? My office is really small and full of older married people and my classes (because I go at night) aren’t really that much different. I need a hobby.
That’s what’s up with me. What about you?
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