Nothing to say

Over the last few months, I found that I've lost the ability to express myself in a healthy manner. I don't write in my journal, nor do I really blog anymore. When things upset me, I try my best to avoid talking about it or I just ignore it. Honestly, I think half of my feelings and thoughts are ridiculous and juvenile anyways. I try not to be "that girl" who bitches and whines, because at the end of the day... no one cares.

You ever think, "is this it? is this what I wanted to do at the age of 23?" Sometimes, I think I'll wake up and I'm only 10 years old, and that the past 20 something years was just a really long dream foreshadowing my future. Am I the only crazy person who thinks about this shit? Still not sure where I'm going with this entry or how I really feel about gay sharks (Glee reference!) but I'll end with this line from the song "Drive" by The Cars:

"you can't go on, thinking nothing's wrong"

Things I Really Don't Like About Living in an Apartment

I wish I could have a funny image appropriate for this entry but I don't. I currently live at La Jolla Crossroads. It's not bad for the rent and location. If you've ever been to Crossroads, you'll see that it's visually nice, the space is great, and security is lacking. It's an awesome upgrade from Costa Verde for sure. But, I want to list the stuff that pisses or annoys the ever living shit out of me about living in an apartment.

• Um, hello... can you at least wait for me to get off the elevator before barreling and pushing your way in?
  
• I hate waiting for the garage gate to open, and then a car comes in after me in the opposite direction, and I HAVE TO REVERSE to make room for them to get past the gate. *whiny childish voice* BUT I WAS THERE FIIIIRST!
• Neighbors. If you live on the top floor, great. But I live on the 4th floor, I am surrounded by neighbors. Everywhere. Well, except for one side of my apartment, La Jolla Village Drive and the 805 freeway are my neighbors on that side. I just want to seriously say one thing: If there's a gym in your complex like there is for me, go fucking use it. DON'T USE YOUR FLOOR/ MY CEILING as a yoga mat for your lazyass. I can feel and hear your attempts, lardass.
• Let's go back to the elevator. Why do people insist on spilling coffee or mysterious liquids only in the elevator? Also, why must they spill them near the doors or where you would normally stand to press the buttons?
• Pulling the fire alarm when there's no fire... at midnight. This happened twice now. The second time I didn't even leave the apartment because I knew it had to be a prank. But, let's get one thing straight, if there had been a fire, I would've been burnt. If you think pulling a fire alarm is funny, well, I have news for you. IT'S NOT. It hasn't been since 7th grade.
• This is the last thing I'll say about the elevator. Dude, is it really necessary to use the elevator when you live on the 1st floor? Do you really need to use the elevator to go one floor up?

I just needed to vent those things. I will end with this: Crossroads has nice pools.

Where do I start?

Lots have happened since my last blog, folks. My soft return to Vegas for my sister's 21st was awesome. My attempts at learning how to properly use a fake spray tan were half successful and fully messy. I've driven to Yuma, AZ voluntarily TWICE in one month. Fuck it, I'm going to bullet point this because I personally hate reading large paragraphs.


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• Learned how to make my own spinach artichoke mushroom dip. I'm pretty awesome at making dips
  
• Realized I can't cook anything on a slow cooker to save my life
• Spent over $800 on dental work because I had cavities. Gayponysadface :(
• Had an amazing weekend in Rancho Bernardo with my cracker of a lover, Shane
• Celebrated Christan's double deuce birthday in PB. The shitshow was amazing.
• Became thoroughly OBSESSED with Farmville. Once I upgrade my farm to a plantation, I will stop. Promise.
• Saw the Marine Corps Silent Drill Team for the first time ever. They were hot.
• Finally met most of the new SexyBabies in my Alpha Phi Omega SexyBack line. The legacy lives on.
  

It really seemed like I did more than this, but I don't think anyone here in the bloggerverse really cares. Right now, I'm waiting for Shane to get back from WTI (weapons training) in Yuma because I'm tired of standing on my tiptoes to reach for things on the higher shelves. So that was an update for now. I'm going to try and be more on point with updating this ol' girl with my thoughts and peeves.

P.S. Picture was of Christan and I at her bday celebration. She only had one shot. I jes kid. She's drunk.