Wednesday, January 30, 2013
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Monday, January 21, 2013
Happy Monday bishes!!
How was your weekend?
Lots o' lessons learned by moi.
Allow me to share my new found knowledge...
1. Never get your car totaled in an accident on the weekend.
Turns out this massively inconvenient event just becomes even more of a hassle when it happens over a weekend. I sorta get it. I don't exactly want to be workin' hard for da money on a Saturday or Sunday, but turns out life still happens on those days, so if you're in the business of dealing with life issues Ima need you to step your game up.
2. Don't let ANYONE play off your emotions when you are vulnerable.
When I am scared, nervous, rattled, what have you, my first emotion is not anger. I usually just cry a lot and want there to be as little conflict as possible. As my sister put it to me this weekend, I tend to become accommodating to an extreme.
Not always a good thing.
Sometimes accommodating is not the answer. Sometimes full-blown Irish gumption is in order. The kind where you are all "I am woman hear me roar and these are angry tears not I just want to call my Daddy tears and you're an asshole who is not gonna get away with murdering my car." Straight Boondock Saints on their ass.
3. Shopping for a new car is a lot less fun when you are forced to do it.
Buying a new whip always seemed like it would be an exciting moment for me. I would have done my research, found something I realllllly wanted, planned for it financially, and taken my time to make sure all was right in my car buying fabulous world.
Welp. This fantasy isn't going to be my reality.
Having a rental is expensive (even with insurance paying for most of it) and its essentially the equivalent of using my dollah bills as toilet paper. So I need to find me a new car post haste. So I'm scrambling to find something I both like and can afford and I'm quickly realizing that a car payment isn't exactly simpatico with my financial goals at the moment.
4. There is nothing and I do mean NOTHING better than a supportive family and good friends.
In moments when you're really down and out. When you're just shit outta luck. When you're a hottass mess of endless favor needing. You realize how blessed your are to have gracious, generous, and caring people in your life. My family is far away and even from a distance made me feel loved and cared for, but my friends? My family away from my family? Man, they went above and beyond. Every phone call and text, every cell phone minute spent listening to me gripe, every ounce of gas spent to drive me from here to there and then here again, every car battery wiped out on my behalf made me so overwhelmed with feelings of love and support.
I am blessed beyond measure.
I guess this is the life of a 20-something right? Learning as you go? After a long and less than awesome weekend, I'm glad the hardest lesson I had to learn was to stick up for what I believe is right and to count my blessing in every moment.
Thursday, January 17, 2013
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Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Do any of you guys watch HBO's show Girls?
I do. And I LOOOVE it.
I realized something about it while making my friend G, who has never seen the show, watch the Season 1 opener on Sunday.
Perhaps Girls is a show you watch by yourself, then have a book club-esque recap with your GF's later.
So much awkward sexual encounters. Its like a constant flow of unappealing nudity, mixed with uncomfortable subject matter. Like the chinese water torture of sex scenes. One. drop. at. a. time.
Now. You know me, not one to easily be made uncomfortable, and to be honest - when watching it alone, not much of it makes me want to claw my eyes out. Its just hilariously horrendous to me.
But I'm figuring out that when I watch it with other people, I get all bajiggity. Like - feel like I have to talk about a new recipe I found on Pinterest so we're ignoring Lena Dunham's glaringly obvious natural breasts bouncing on the tv screen - bajiggity.
Its like that time I was watching some Val Kilmer movie with my parents back when I was 15 and a full-blown sex scene came on. I wanted to die. I wanted to run back upstairs with my eyes closed. I wanted to hide under the blanket and pretend it made me invisible. It still haunts me. Traumatized forever.
No matter how old you get sex scenes with your parents in the room is basically the equivalent to a blow dart to your face. One of two things always happen:
1. Someone tries to make a joke about it. Something all the lines of "haha Megan close your eyes!" or "Welp. Thats awkward. (insert awkward chuckle)."
2. Complete and total silence. No one says anything. No one looks at each other. Everyone looks straight ahead, emotionless, expressionless, and just rides that awkward pony all the way out of the scene.
Neither of these thing make it better. It just is what it is. I've taken to pretending I need a snack. In my mind, its less awkward if I'm no less than 200 feet away from the situation.
So maybe I'm having one of my rare prude moments when it comes to group viewings of Girls. Maybe that time I watched it with my sister and my BIL was in the room, effed me all up. Maybe I just am wary of other people's comfort level so I over compensate.
Either way, I will now be flying solo on my initial Girl viewings. I'll just gchat with my sisters about it afterwards.