Lately, I've been having that sick to my stomach feeling, even if most things in my life are running pretty smoothly. I'm kind of an expert at keeping my personal thoughts to myself (with the exception of telling a few close friends how fat I feel on particular days). I think I'm going to start ralphing (puking, vomiting, spewing, etc) everything I'm thinking, so I can just get it all out there. Now, I don't want you to think I'm gettin all cocky or anything. I don't actually think anybody is going to read this so I probably should just write this as if I'm talking to myself, but that would seem crazy. Aaaaand that is what I'm trying to avoid. There are aspects of my life that fall into two categories: 1. Sparkles and 2. Guts.
Sparkles: Things that make me happy, excited, successful, pleased, etc. I would label these diddies as positive. When I see sparkles, I kind of lose my shit. I'm attracted to things that shine and are glittery, like sequin purses, flashy looking patterns, and other beautifully obnoxious stuff. Here are some sparkley things in my life....
* My Job: Yes, I said it. I love my job. I feel like not a lot of people can honestly admit that. The people I work with are a huge part of why I'm able to say that crazyness. I work at a non-profit hair salon as a receptionist with the best-ton-ist (ughh I'm sorry for that horrible attempt at a joke). Basically, after everyone/bills get paid, we donate our money to six local charities. We also give free haircuts to the homeless, have coat drives, and have the ability to just be awesome at most things. I rarely EVER get the "I would rather let an oral surgeon remove all of my teeth" than go to work vibe. It's a tiny bit of a commute but it's worth it. I get my hair done by some marvelous ladies and I've made some good friends there too. Love. My. Job.
* Boys: You stress me the F@#$ out, but I keep crawlin back. You are the most mysterious creatures I have ever come across and I NEED to somehow figure you all out. You think girls are complicated, well damn, you freaks are too. Most everything about you confuses me but you make me giddy as hell, so you can stay in the "Sparkles" category.....FOR NOW.
* Seattle: Ahh Seattle, I <3 you. Moving to this city was one of the best decisions I've ever made. I have made so many awesome friends and I've had even more unforgettable memories. I live in a gorgeous house with 4 dogs and 3 bitches. (Just kidding, I love my roomies). We are nestled all up in the West side of Seattle and it is legit, let me tell you. It's the perfect distance into downtown, Cap. Hill, U-District, my mommy's house, etc. I can confidently say that I will never move any farther south than West Seattle again. :)
* Friends/Family: You are pretty much my world. Thanks for not letting me be a hermit. I owe a lot to you all. You make me laugh, cry, pee my pants, smile, and dance.
* Izzy (My pup): I love this muppet more than words can express.
I cannot verbalize the total amount of crap I give for the above listed nouns, because it is far too much. That was just a lil' taste. Now, I would like to direct your attention to what I now consider the "guts" part of my existence.
Guts: These things give me hard time, plain and simple. I am either astonished, skeeved, or pissed off about this section. It's kind of like when you flip through the channels on T.V. looking (more like praying for) old episodes of Double Dare or Legends of the Hidden Temple, and instead, you come across one of those open heart surgeries that for some unbelievable reason, is being broadcasted on air. You see...guts. Lot's of them and they are all mixed with blood, arteries, and other nasty shit. Although I mentioned classic Nickelodeon Kid's T.V. shows, I was not referring to Global Guts, because let's be honest, the only interesting thing about that spectacle was when Mo said, "GO!" while all those little mutants tried to climb up that fabricated wall known as the "Aggro Crag" the fastest. Can you tell I hated that show? Anyways, here are some things that make me nervous and occasionally throw up...
* School: Could I just not be responsible and never earn an education? *insert my mother's voice: "NO REBECCA ANDREA FERRARI JONES!!" I have exactly 2 credits left for me to finish my General Associate's Degree....which has taken me....*drum roll please*....an on going period of 3 (pretty much 4) years! Ughh I'm so lazy. Just thinking about school grosses me out. I'm pretty postive that I will be enrolling in hair school *cliche` I know*, around January of next year. I figure I should do something fun and silly while I figure out what I really want to do. I just sort of hope I just do it. Like, for realszz this time.
* Paying Bills: CURSE YOUUUU AQUA SCUM!!! Why is it so hard for me to pay bills on time? I'm horrible at it and they should give me a break because sometimes, when you are overflowing with AWESOME, paying your bills just doesn't seem important. God.
Last but not least......
* Boys: Ahh we meet again. You seriously suck. You have the craziest amount of control over girls and you know it. That is why, you suck. Like I said before, you stress me out, so I'm done talking about you foolish mortals.
K goodnight!!!!
