I'm obsessed with Craig's List. I know, it's been around a while, but I'm obsessed with Missed Connections. I read them in 4 different cities. I've posted two of them before--only to get really lame and sometimes creepy replies. I at times will read them a few times a day. Somehow I feel/hope that I'll have MC from someone someday...until then, I'll keep lurking.
I also really look forward to Post Secrets new posting on Sunday mornings. Today the first one was a post card with a football field and there was a message written like football plays that said "I Don't Get It." I read it and thought, "I don't either!" I watched the Steeler game today and as much as I tried, I just don't get football. I would like to because it's a sociable thing and to be totally honest, it makes a pretty quiet time for me. Plus, don't guys dig when chicks can watch a game and make the call? Maybe I'll get Football for Dummies.
New MC post??
MC with the Pig Skin
I just don't get you, Football. I want to but I always seem to confuse the receptions, interceptions and punt returns. Reply back if you want me to learn about you.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
huh
I'm sure I'm the only one in the world that is blogging about Britney now . I seriously cannot believe how horrible she was on the VMAs tonight. And, the song was actually not too bad.
The weekend is over. I wish I was one of those people that could go to bed early, but I'm not. I'm a standard 11-12 person. Not too bad, but to get up at 5 makes that an issue by Thursday.
I'm on the hunt for a new cell phone. I H A T E mine. My contract is up in December and I want to make sure I get one that A. works, B. holds a charge more than 20 minutes of talk time. I'm a slave to the car charger.
House hunt starts Tuesday again. I have 6-7 I sent to my realtor. I'm hoping something works out. The last time I went to look was so disappointing. Ugly, REALLY crooked and cat smell.
The weekend is over. I wish I was one of those people that could go to bed early, but I'm not. I'm a standard 11-12 person. Not too bad, but to get up at 5 makes that an issue by Thursday.
I'm on the hunt for a new cell phone. I H A T E mine. My contract is up in December and I want to make sure I get one that A. works, B. holds a charge more than 20 minutes of talk time. I'm a slave to the car charger.
House hunt starts Tuesday again. I have 6-7 I sent to my realtor. I'm hoping something works out. The last time I went to look was so disappointing. Ugly, REALLY crooked and cat smell.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Love Serving 10
When do you bounce the ball into some one's court and when should the serve be returned?
Is this why so many people are single into their 30's in this day and age?
Is chivalry dead?
I have had this conversation with my girl friends and guy friends.
Girls' consensus = Let the man make the move. If he is interested, he will make a move. You can respond, but he should be making the first effort.
Guys' consensus = Don't wait around. If you want to make a move, do it. Times have changed. Men like when a woman takes charge.
My consensus = I'm lost.
I have made the first move many, many, many times in the past. Has it worked out? Sometimes. Obviously not permanently, or I wouldn't be posing this question, but I have had some very successful relationships based upon my first move. I also have had some really bad rejections based upon it as well. The question I always have of myself, and maybe you join me as well is...
Is what I feel what I want to feel or what is actually occurring? Do I live in a fantasy world? I know I have done that in the past as well, but at times I have been correct. I will say in the past 5 years, more often wrong than right. So at this point, how do I trust my instinct and not cloud it with John Cusak movies?
Monday, August 27, 2007
Snail Mail
I think Snail Mail should make a comeback. I'm just as guilty as the next, but really nothing is better than getting an old-fashioned, handwritten letter in the mail. When I was in grade school and even in high school my best friend and I used to send each other mail. Sometimes it was for no reason, often it was if we were having a "fight." We never really fought though--we were way too passive for that. I remember writing to her when her parents seperated. Her dad had moved out and she hadn't said anything. I wrote her a simple letter letting her know I knew what had happened, and in that one page...the air seemed to clear and the wall was knocked down. Why don't we send letters anymore to say what we really feel?
I bring this up because one of my friends just sent a letter. An actual letter. He met this guy in California, hit it off and has kept in rough touch with him. A few emails, some texts (still my favorite passive way of flirting,) an occasional phone call. After a weekend meet up, he sat down, wrote a letter and kind of let the boy have it: all his feelings on one (or two) pages. Sigh...if only we could do that all the time. I've typed plenty of emails, but I think the fact that you can delete, backspace, cut and paste makes it easy to edit feelings. Ink and paper is so, well, more permanent. Even with this blog I tend to edit. I should quit editing these entries. Spelling, grammar, typos, etc. Maybe then I'll get the candidness I feel these entries are missing. Maybe I should go back to journaling--onpaper in addition to online. An old typewriter...is that the answer? I don't know if I could even type on a manual typewriter anymore.
I'm looking for new links, topics, etc. If you're lurking...leave a comment. Maybe I'll write you a letter.
I bring this up because one of my friends just sent a letter. An actual letter. He met this guy in California, hit it off and has kept in rough touch with him. A few emails, some texts (still my favorite passive way of flirting,) an occasional phone call. After a weekend meet up, he sat down, wrote a letter and kind of let the boy have it: all his feelings on one (or two) pages. Sigh...if only we could do that all the time. I've typed plenty of emails, but I think the fact that you can delete, backspace, cut and paste makes it easy to edit feelings. Ink and paper is so, well, more permanent. Even with this blog I tend to edit. I should quit editing these entries. Spelling, grammar, typos, etc. Maybe then I'll get the candidness I feel these entries are missing. Maybe I should go back to journaling--onpaper in addition to online. An old typewriter...is that the answer? I don't know if I could even type on a manual typewriter anymore.
I'm looking for new links, topics, etc. If you're lurking...leave a comment. Maybe I'll write you a letter.
Sunday, August 26, 2007
The Most Boring Post Ever
I saw Superbad. Absolutely hysterical. I was actually a little embarrassed because I was laughing a so loud in the theater. I saw it last weekend and wouldn't mind seeing it again. The last time I remember seeing a movie more than once in the theater was Ghostbusters. Why we saw that over (and over) again in the theater is beyond me, but maybe it had to do with the fact that movies were $1.25. If you haven't seen it (Superbad, not Ghostbusters) please, please, please--GO!
Job is great...I couldn't be happier. I'm finally going to have some spare time not working 16 extra jobs. And I've been catching up on books and movies. I've been reeeeaaaalllly behind on movies.
Today I layed in bed all day and watched The Departed. I may have to buy this movie. Excellent. As we speak I'm watching The 40-Year-Old Virgin. It's so ridiculous, but I'm totally cracking up.
Job is great...I couldn't be happier. I'm finally going to have some spare time not working 16 extra jobs. And I've been catching up on books and movies. I've been reeeeaaaalllly behind on movies.
Today I layed in bed all day and watched The Departed. I may have to buy this movie. Excellent. As we speak I'm watching The 40-Year-Old Virgin. It's so ridiculous, but I'm totally cracking up.
I'm still trying to get back into blogging. Every day on my commute to work I think of 100 ideas to blog about, and then I get home and can't remember shit. I really should jot these things down in the car.
This is possibly the most boring entry ever. I promise to write down the really cool ideas I have in the car.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
The One: Is it worth it?
In the slew of weddings I've been invited to this summer, I started to ask the question: "Do you really know when it's The One?"
When I asked the question the answers I started getting were all yes in words like
"I don't know. I just knew."
or
"It was weird. Different."
So...do you really just know? I'm not so sure. In the past I thought I knew it was The One. Well, really one or possibly two of them. There were a few that I was hoping was The One, but I think that was due to insecurity of losing a boyfriend and having to find a new one.
I don't know if it is love at first sight all the time. Sure, it can happen, but is it realistic? For everyone? I don't think for everyone. This brings me to my next question....
When is it worth pursuing?
I always question myself in relationships being that I don't have the best track record of success. I often think I'm old fashioned even stating that "I will not call/email/text first," yet inevitably I often do make the first move. In the past five years I've made many first moves, had them blow up in my face, and yet still put myself back into the line of fire. Why? Not sure. Sometimes I feel like if I don't make the first move, will they? I don't know. So how do you know when it's worth pursuing? Is it that same feeling of The One? Not that you have to think it's The One to make the first move (trust me I didn't feel like that the past five years.)
I don't want to disclose too much of the person as I'm not ready to do that (maybe the BrooklynJay Jinx Theory?) So, here I am again...making first moves. Why? Because I feel like it's worth it. Something inside of me is saying, "This is worth it. I don't know. I just know. It's weird. Different."
Maybe that's it? Trusting your self. Your instinct.
I'm not saying that this is The One...I still don't know if I buy that theory. But, I definitely feel it's worth it.
When I asked the question the answers I started getting were all yes in words like
"I don't know. I just knew."
or
"It was weird. Different."
So...do you really just know? I'm not so sure. In the past I thought I knew it was The One. Well, really one or possibly two of them. There were a few that I was hoping was The One, but I think that was due to insecurity of losing a boyfriend and having to find a new one.
I don't know if it is love at first sight all the time. Sure, it can happen, but is it realistic? For everyone? I don't think for everyone. This brings me to my next question....
When is it worth pursuing?
I always question myself in relationships being that I don't have the best track record of success. I often think I'm old fashioned even stating that "I will not call/email/text first," yet inevitably I often do make the first move. In the past five years I've made many first moves, had them blow up in my face, and yet still put myself back into the line of fire. Why? Not sure. Sometimes I feel like if I don't make the first move, will they? I don't know. So how do you know when it's worth pursuing? Is it that same feeling of The One? Not that you have to think it's The One to make the first move (trust me I didn't feel like that the past five years.)
I don't want to disclose too much of the person as I'm not ready to do that (maybe the BrooklynJay Jinx Theory?) So, here I am again...making first moves. Why? Because I feel like it's worth it. Something inside of me is saying, "This is worth it. I don't know. I just know. It's weird. Different."
Maybe that's it? Trusting your self. Your instinct.
I'm not saying that this is The One...I still don't know if I buy that theory. But, I definitely feel it's worth it.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Why Is It When the Grass IS Greener....
You just don't want to mow it.
Now, my lawn does need cut, but from a metaphorical point... I now have the perfect job, in the perfect place, so I can move to the perfect place. Why do I feel like the world is closing in? I've never thought of myself as a person that resists change - I most certainly never do and have had to change lots of things over the years. But, suddenly I'm feeling a sense of insecurity with all the new and am liking the comforts of at least my home. Plus, I just put this house together and it's difficult finding something (in my price range) that is so me. Ah, such is life.
On another note....I'm thinking of another tattoo. I've been kicking it around for four years now. I've done drastic dye jobs on my hair, style changes with my clothes, but I still have the itch. I'm looking for placement right now. I have a few ideas of what I want, but not sure where to put it. It will only be roughly 2 inches (small) and my foot is already occupied. Any ideas? I work in a profession that it really shouldn't be shown, so I need to be careful. I also don't want to put it in a place where say a rose would end up a rose bush after a while... Hmm. We'll see.
I'll have another interesting blog this evening hopefully. Going to update my links as well. I think some of those bloggers have died off. And, I'm looking for new stuff to read. I'll have to check my site meter to see who is lurking...maybe you'll end up a link.
Now, my lawn does need cut, but from a metaphorical point... I now have the perfect job, in the perfect place, so I can move to the perfect place. Why do I feel like the world is closing in? I've never thought of myself as a person that resists change - I most certainly never do and have had to change lots of things over the years. But, suddenly I'm feeling a sense of insecurity with all the new and am liking the comforts of at least my home. Plus, I just put this house together and it's difficult finding something (in my price range) that is so me. Ah, such is life.
On another note....I'm thinking of another tattoo. I've been kicking it around for four years now. I've done drastic dye jobs on my hair, style changes with my clothes, but I still have the itch. I'm looking for placement right now. I have a few ideas of what I want, but not sure where to put it. It will only be roughly 2 inches (small) and my foot is already occupied. Any ideas? I work in a profession that it really shouldn't be shown, so I need to be careful. I also don't want to put it in a place where say a rose would end up a rose bush after a while... Hmm. We'll see.
I'll have another interesting blog this evening hopefully. Going to update my links as well. I think some of those bloggers have died off. And, I'm looking for new stuff to read. I'll have to check my site meter to see who is lurking...maybe you'll end up a link.
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Some Funnies
I had a series of really funny events happen last night within a span of about 25 minutes.
1. Random Skills
After picking up the dog from my mother's house, I stopped at Walgreen's to pick up a birthday card. I left the dog in the car. He hates being alone in there, but I was going to be in the store about 2 minutes. I was about 5 steps from the door and I hear, "Beep. Beep. Beep-beep. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP."
The dog was honking the horn. Unbelievable. I started cracking up, went to the window and told him to stop. That's funny in itself that I was yelling at an animal to stop honking the horn.
I knew the guy at the checkout and told him how the dog was honking the horn. Apparently, the dog hadn't stopped because the checkout guy says, "Is that what that is? I thought there's an accident."
I go outside and sure enough, the dog is still honking the horn. Maybe he wanted some Pupperonis or something.?
2. Random Neighbor
Got home and took the dog for a walk. As I'm walking I see my 70ish neighbor walking, I mean stumbling, his dog (who constantly barks at mine.)
"Hi Frank. How are ya?"
"Fuckin' drunk. I drank too much, danced too much, and drank some more and someone drove my ass home."
(Dog barks...)
"Shut up you Son-of-a-Bitch or I'll kill ya."
"Ha. Uh, be careful. Have a good night!"
This is quite amusing as he is the neighborhood watch (nebnose) and normally pretty even keeled.
3. Random Text
So I sent a text to two of my friends. Same text, same time. Neither responded which I was really only surprised about the one. He always responds. So I checked the text to see if received. It was....but not by the original recepients. Yeah. See, about 8 months ago a guy I work(ed) with tried to fix me up with his brother who is just disgusting. Trying to be polite and answering, "We'll see," he asks me to put my number in his phone so "we can double date with you, me, my brother and my wife." I fumble trying to put the wrong number in and screw it up. Long short of it, he takes my phone, calls his. Now I have his number. I saved his as "YUCK" incase he called. I totally forgot about it and the number I was texting is just below that. Yeah...nice that he received a random text at 12:30 in the morning.
1. Random Skills
After picking up the dog from my mother's house, I stopped at Walgreen's to pick up a birthday card. I left the dog in the car. He hates being alone in there, but I was going to be in the store about 2 minutes. I was about 5 steps from the door and I hear, "Beep. Beep. Beep-beep. BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP."
The dog was honking the horn. Unbelievable. I started cracking up, went to the window and told him to stop. That's funny in itself that I was yelling at an animal to stop honking the horn.
I knew the guy at the checkout and told him how the dog was honking the horn. Apparently, the dog hadn't stopped because the checkout guy says, "Is that what that is? I thought there's an accident."
I go outside and sure enough, the dog is still honking the horn. Maybe he wanted some Pupperonis or something.?
2. Random Neighbor
Got home and took the dog for a walk. As I'm walking I see my 70ish neighbor walking, I mean stumbling, his dog (who constantly barks at mine.)
"Hi Frank. How are ya?"
"Fuckin' drunk. I drank too much, danced too much, and drank some more and someone drove my ass home."
(Dog barks...)
"Shut up you Son-of-a-Bitch or I'll kill ya."
"Ha. Uh, be careful. Have a good night!"
This is quite amusing as he is the neighborhood watch (nebnose) and normally pretty even keeled.
3. Random Text
So I sent a text to two of my friends. Same text, same time. Neither responded which I was really only surprised about the one. He always responds. So I checked the text to see if received. It was....but not by the original recepients. Yeah. See, about 8 months ago a guy I work(ed) with tried to fix me up with his brother who is just disgusting. Trying to be polite and answering, "We'll see," he asks me to put my number in his phone so "we can double date with you, me, my brother and my wife." I fumble trying to put the wrong number in and screw it up. Long short of it, he takes my phone, calls his. Now I have his number. I saved his as "YUCK" incase he called. I totally forgot about it and the number I was texting is just below that. Yeah...nice that he received a random text at 12:30 in the morning.
Monday, August 06, 2007
Everything happens for a reason??
Everything in the past two weeks has been turned upside down....and for some reason, I'm not freaking out.
Started out with me losing my passport and not going on vacation (bad) From this point I took an impromtu trip to visit a friend (good) to grandma having emergency surgery (bad) to house being a wreck for remodeling (bad) to looking for new house in new location (good, but stressful) to not knowing when new job is starting (bad) to AC trip (good/bad--I didn't win!) to my sister springing her upcoming marriage in 2 weeks (good/stressful) to finding house (good) trying to come up with money (bad--that's never good, right?)
However....
Ever felt so happy you could just burst? I know that sounds stupid, but it's exactly how I feel right now. I've spent the past 5 years in a stuper. Not really a stuper, but a really tight coccoon. I don't regret any of it, but it's nice to take a breath of fresh air....
Like I said, I'm waking up...
Job: New, ideal, dream, exciting. I'll die there. Not literally....but I will retire there. (I won't disclose much of it...not the focus of the "new" TheGirlInTheCorner.)
Dwellings: New! (Soon) Put a bid on a house tonight. I'll be moving north now.
Health: Great. I'm swimming a lot, down 30 pounds and I just overall feel good.
Emotions: Great. I'm still a moody person, but I like to think that is charming. I definitely wear my heart on my sleeve.
Love: I'm smitten. I wasn't going to write about it, but I think I will (a little.) Ran into an old college friend a few weeks ago and hit it off pretty well. (It definitely makes me smile randomly.) It's just a little communication at this point, but I just have a good feeling about everything. I may keep you posted....
Money: A raise! Finally!! New job in new place = better money. About time!
Friends: Couldn't be luckier. I've kept a lot, made new and reconnected with old. What more can someone ask?
Like I said...I could just burst.
More later this week. I'm glad to see I can choke out the words now. It's been a long time...(yawn.)
Does everything happen for a reason?
Started out with me losing my passport and not going on vacation (bad) From this point I took an impromtu trip to visit a friend (good) to grandma having emergency surgery (bad) to house being a wreck for remodeling (bad) to looking for new house in new location (good, but stressful) to not knowing when new job is starting (bad) to AC trip (good/bad--I didn't win!) to my sister springing her upcoming marriage in 2 weeks (good/stressful) to finding house (good) trying to come up with money (bad--that's never good, right?)
However....
Ever felt so happy you could just burst? I know that sounds stupid, but it's exactly how I feel right now. I've spent the past 5 years in a stuper. Not really a stuper, but a really tight coccoon. I don't regret any of it, but it's nice to take a breath of fresh air....
Like I said, I'm waking up...
Job: New, ideal, dream, exciting. I'll die there. Not literally....but I will retire there. (I won't disclose much of it...not the focus of the "new" TheGirlInTheCorner.)
Dwellings: New! (Soon) Put a bid on a house tonight. I'll be moving north now.
Health: Great. I'm swimming a lot, down 30 pounds and I just overall feel good.
Emotions: Great. I'm still a moody person, but I like to think that is charming. I definitely wear my heart on my sleeve.
Love: I'm smitten. I wasn't going to write about it, but I think I will (a little.) Ran into an old college friend a few weeks ago and hit it off pretty well. (It definitely makes me smile randomly.) It's just a little communication at this point, but I just have a good feeling about everything. I may keep you posted....
Money: A raise! Finally!! New job in new place = better money. About time!
Friends: Couldn't be luckier. I've kept a lot, made new and reconnected with old. What more can someone ask?
Like I said...I could just burst.
More later this week. I'm glad to see I can choke out the words now. It's been a long time...(yawn.)
Does everything happen for a reason?
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Sleeping Beauty
Sometimes the thing a girl needs is a really long nap. I've taken that nap from this blog and am going to wake it up. It's been too long. Well, I think.
A lot has happened since my last post. I've got a new job. I am moving. My hair is longer...
I'm still going to try to revamp it and delete some of the posts...not to "erase" what has been said, but to take away any ties to "me." That old People magazine article about blogs and jobs, etc made me gunshy.
Will be up and running soon....
A lot has happened since my last post. I've got a new job. I am moving. My hair is longer...
I'm still going to try to revamp it and delete some of the posts...not to "erase" what has been said, but to take away any ties to "me." That old People magazine article about blogs and jobs, etc made me gunshy.
Will be up and running soon....
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
This Is the End....Kinda
This is the end of this blog. I've definitely grown out of it for a few different reasons...
1. I've been trying to post this for a few days and blogger keeps f-ing up.
2. Clearly I haven't been posting too much.
3. I have no anonymity with this blog and I feel like I need it to have better postings.
The origin of the blog of the girl in the corner was from a poem I started writing in highschool. It is somewhat like a story poem--autobiographical, of course.
That Girl In the Corner. You know the one,
That everyone knows, but no one notices.
I suppose I never really felt like someone that stood out. Though I was a pretty good student, stood out in athletics, had good friends and changed boyfriends like underwear, I never felt like people saw the inner me. I've stood in and out of the corner on occasion, but for the most part took my place in the corner. Content, but not convinced...
Some day she'll stand out, and she'll smile,
That Girl In the Corner. You know the one.
So I think this is the time to step out of the corner. I'll still be blogging. Soon...I have to sort some ideas out.
1. I will not be using this slow-ass blogger.
2. I will be posting more often and more honest. Apologies to those I offend--known and unknown--but, it's something I need to exercise in my writings.
3. I will need my anonymity. If you are a current reader and know me, please respect that. In other words, no names please.
I will begin blogging soon....if you are a reader (or lurker) and would like a link to it, please email me with the link from this blog and I'll email you the link as soon as it's up and running.
1. I've been trying to post this for a few days and blogger keeps f-ing up.
2. Clearly I haven't been posting too much.
3. I have no anonymity with this blog and I feel like I need it to have better postings.
The origin of the blog of the girl in the corner was from a poem I started writing in highschool. It is somewhat like a story poem--autobiographical, of course.
That Girl In the Corner. You know the one,
That everyone knows, but no one notices.
I suppose I never really felt like someone that stood out. Though I was a pretty good student, stood out in athletics, had good friends and changed boyfriends like underwear, I never felt like people saw the inner me. I've stood in and out of the corner on occasion, but for the most part took my place in the corner. Content, but not convinced...
Some day she'll stand out, and she'll smile,
That Girl In the Corner. You know the one.
So I think this is the time to step out of the corner. I'll still be blogging. Soon...I have to sort some ideas out.
1. I will not be using this slow-ass blogger.
2. I will be posting more often and more honest. Apologies to those I offend--known and unknown--but, it's something I need to exercise in my writings.
3. I will need my anonymity. If you are a current reader and know me, please respect that. In other words, no names please.
I will begin blogging soon....if you are a reader (or lurker) and would like a link to it, please email me with the link from this blog and I'll email you the link as soon as it's up and running.
Monday, November 20, 2006
I've Grown Out of My Blog
I feel like I've grown out of my blog. Not that I want to stop blogging, but I just haven't found the time and urge to do it. I think I need an extreme make-over with it. Maybe over Thanksgiving I can revamp and reinvent. I've done a lot of changing in since the birth of this and certainly since turing 30. Maybe getting older isn't so bad after all.
I'll be back. I promise.
I'll be back. I promise.
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Ghosts:Back to the Origin
So I moved back home with my parents after a relationship crash and a stint in Richmond. I started noticing that my bedroom was seriously about 10 degrees colder than the rest of the house. (You all know that ghost presences give a cold air feeling.) Now the things that were happening were starting to be physical.
Sitting on an airplane on the way to Las Vegas I was a bit nervous. It was my first time to fly by myself after 9-11. I started getting a bit nervous. I always think when I'm on a plane alone, "If I go down, who will I say goodbye to?" and then all of a sudden I was shoved forward by a "push" on my right shoulder. I thought...hmm...guess I'm not alone.
The weird things would happen. The radio would change stations. I would still be hearing things. Then the only scary bad thing happened. I was sleeping in my (cold) room. I woke up in the middle of the night and felt like I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I couldn't move either. I finally shut my eyes really tight and pushed up off the bed. I was scared shitless....so I did what any twenty-something would do. I closed my eyes really tight again and pulled the covers over my head.
Sitting on an airplane on the way to Las Vegas I was a bit nervous. It was my first time to fly by myself after 9-11. I started getting a bit nervous. I always think when I'm on a plane alone, "If I go down, who will I say goodbye to?" and then all of a sudden I was shoved forward by a "push" on my right shoulder. I thought...hmm...guess I'm not alone.
The weird things would happen. The radio would change stations. I would still be hearing things. Then the only scary bad thing happened. I was sleeping in my (cold) room. I woke up in the middle of the night and felt like I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I couldn't move either. I finally shut my eyes really tight and pushed up off the bed. I was scared shitless....so I did what any twenty-something would do. I closed my eyes really tight again and pulled the covers over my head.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Ghost: Alone..Carolannnnn
Ghost: Alone...Carolannnn
So now I'm living alone and a little weirded out because I never did. My boyfriend was staying less often as the relationship deteriated so the apartment was a little more quiet. I started noticing things like picture frames face down, things moved. I even checked by slamming into the desk to see if anything fell....nada. When it came to the end of the lease and I was packing things up, I did a double check of the apartment. One light bulb was burned out of my chandelier. I packed up everything and decided I would take the light bulb out last to take with me to Wal-Mart. When I went for the light bulb, it was missing. I immediately ran from my apartment (not even locking it) and headed for the restaurant where I worked. Had a drink, mulled it over and decided to call my sister and tell her the story. I was staying at my BF's apartment because my apartment was packed. In talking to my sister I told her about the first time I saw a ghost. She remembered a story about an ex's mom having dinner across the street from the exact spot I saw my ghost. (Yes, it's mine.) She said she never paid much attention to it before but described exactly what I had seen. Getting creepy now?
I moved again to a new apartment and would hear all kinds of things. I was used to this by now, but new things happened. For instance, my sister came to stay with me. She brought her dog. She had flown the red-eye so I let her take a nap while I ran some errands and stuff. When I came back she said that she was napping and her dog started barking like crazy at the corner of the room. I knew what she was getting at.... The she said she just felt something. Something looking at her. And the dog just kept getting more and more upset. I almost rolled my eyes because I was like"See? I told you." I still don't think she was totally convinced. Then I told her how my TV (which was only 2-3 years old) kept going out and not working at all. I took it to a TV repair shop and they said they fixed it. (Which I later found out they gipped me on...) Anyway, it broke yet again. So my parents took it and sent it to a TV repair shop around them. They guy had it on for 30 days and it never blipped or anything. I was moving (yet again) and didn't need the TV. Plus, it wouldn't work for me. Consequently, 5 years later it is still playing in their bedroom. Can you hear the name...."Carolannnnn!!"
Ghost Moves
Ghost Moves:
So I know every dorm from here to Oxford is haunted, right? Well...I don't think the dorm. So through the next dorm I lived in and then the first apartment house I would hear noises, etc. I would always attribute it to living in an old house. Then there was the rumors of the fraternity house down the street being haunted. Of course Doug and I had to stay up to wait for it to "appear." Well, that plan didn't exactly work for me. (See if Doug would like to contribute his story of when they did appear or resurrect his blog to tell it...) My roommates and I jokingly called our ghost "Grandma Galbreath" after our landlord. When I moved out of there, one of my roommates moved with me. Through the next place we still joked of Grandma Galbreath. The final place we lived together was where I really started noticing things. Mainly laughing noises and sometimes something out of the corner of my eye. I asked her one day if she ever saw/heard anything (to see if I was crazy.) She said she would hear things when she was drying her hair....which is where I saw/heard things. Nothing much, but still activity...
So I know every dorm from here to Oxford is haunted, right? Well...I don't think the dorm. So through the next dorm I lived in and then the first apartment house I would hear noises, etc. I would always attribute it to living in an old house. Then there was the rumors of the fraternity house down the street being haunted. Of course Doug and I had to stay up to wait for it to "appear." Well, that plan didn't exactly work for me. (See if Doug would like to contribute his story of when they did appear or resurrect his blog to tell it...) My roommates and I jokingly called our ghost "Grandma Galbreath" after our landlord. When I moved out of there, one of my roommates moved with me. Through the next place we still joked of Grandma Galbreath. The final place we lived together was where I really started noticing things. Mainly laughing noises and sometimes something out of the corner of my eye. I asked her one day if she ever saw/heard anything (to see if I was crazy.) She said she would hear things when she was drying her hair....which is where I saw/heard things. Nothing much, but still activity...
First "Sighting"
First "Sighting":
I was a sophomore in college. My roommate had gone home for the weekend and one of my sorority sisters stayed in my room. We had stayed up a little to bullshit. I was in my my bed and my SS was in my roommate's. We talked a little more, shut off the TV and that was that. A few minutes later I heard my dorm room door open and saw the light come in from the hallway and shine in on the wall. Not uncommon a WC for a door to open late with someone looking to BS. I didn't turn to see who it was because I was tired, but heard papers rustling on the desk. Of course I got scared and shut my eyes really tight and pulled the covers over my head.
At breakfast the next morning I was discussing what happened and my SS chimed in before I could mention the details of the papers on the desk. She said she turned to see who it was and there was nothing. Not even the door open. We both asked around to see if any of the usual culprits had stopped in to BS...no one.
The other girls sitting with us lived directly below. The same situation happened to them except their door was locked. Weird, but not convincing, right?? Read on...
I was a sophomore in college. My roommate had gone home for the weekend and one of my sorority sisters stayed in my room. We had stayed up a little to bullshit. I was in my my bed and my SS was in my roommate's. We talked a little more, shut off the TV and that was that. A few minutes later I heard my dorm room door open and saw the light come in from the hallway and shine in on the wall. Not uncommon a WC for a door to open late with someone looking to BS. I didn't turn to see who it was because I was tired, but heard papers rustling on the desk. Of course I got scared and shut my eyes really tight and pulled the covers over my head.
At breakfast the next morning I was discussing what happened and my SS chimed in before I could mention the details of the papers on the desk. She said she turned to see who it was and there was nothing. Not even the door open. We both asked around to see if any of the usual culprits had stopped in to BS...no one.
The other girls sitting with us lived directly below. The same situation happened to them except their door was locked. Weird, but not convincing, right?? Read on...
Ghosts: The Beginning
So for the past 12 years of my life I've been plagued by a ghost. I know it sounds strange, but this is my interpretation of it. These are going to be long posts, so I'll try to break them up.
It's validating if you read them all as they seem to tie in together in the end...
The Beginning:
The first time I saw a ghost I was either 18 or 19. I was on a midnight drive...probably to either hide my smoking from my mom or listen and cry to the radio because of a boyfriend. Anyway as I was driving down one of the roads to go home, I turned the corner. I slammed on my breaks because what I thought I saw not a person or animal, but my first instinct -"Oh shit. I think that was a ghost." It was a whitish figure that was visible enough to make me slam on my breaks. Strange, but true.
It's validating if you read them all as they seem to tie in together in the end...
The Beginning:
The first time I saw a ghost I was either 18 or 19. I was on a midnight drive...probably to either hide my smoking from my mom or listen and cry to the radio because of a boyfriend. Anyway as I was driving down one of the roads to go home, I turned the corner. I slammed on my breaks because what I thought I saw not a person or animal, but my first instinct -"Oh shit. I think that was a ghost." It was a whitish figure that was visible enough to make me slam on my breaks. Strange, but true.
Nip/Tuck *Spoiler
Don't read this if you haven't watched it yet....
I think Nip/Tuck has finally crossed the line. The whole dog thing...yuck. Not so much what the woman did with the dog, but the guy rolling the dead dog on the table. Yet, I haven't shut it off yet.
I think Nip/Tuck has finally crossed the line. The whole dog thing...yuck. Not so much what the woman did with the dog, but the guy rolling the dead dog on the table. Yet, I haven't shut it off yet.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Repost and Up and Running
I'm up and running.....let's just say I love wireless.
I know I need to write about the ghost stories...tomorrow. Today, I'm beat.
I was reading through my old posts...
this is me a year ago
this is me two years ago...
Where am I now? Good question....but I think it's a good place.
I know I need to write about the ghost stories...tomorrow. Today, I'm beat.
I was reading through my old posts...
this is me a year ago
this is me two years ago...
Where am I now? Good question....but I think it's a good place.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
Eat My Wake
I miss this....I just am running out of time. I actually considered ending my blog. But, then I thought...wait. I just know everyone wants to hear what I have to say, right? Actually I could care less...though I do enjoy being creative with my stories.
So I did it. I competed in my first official swim meet in almost 13 years. And...I kicked ass! I The main event I was nervous for was the 200 yard freestyle. I submitted a time after I sat down and did the math of "well, in practice I can hold a 50 on :45, so I should be able to do..." I sent in a 2:45. (For those of you who don't understand swimming, sorry.) Anyway, sitting at the meet and after my warm up I noticed my mathematical error of 15 seconds. Shit. I'm totally going to look like an asshole if I don't come close to this time. Cute 35 year old guy (benefit to swim team for adults...cute guys!) will see me choke and shit. What did I finish?? 2:46. Go Girl!
There were people all the way to 87 years old. Unreal. One older man did have a women's suit on. Fo' real. Swimming has taken on a trend of full-body suits. Now, not that you need one at a master's league...I really only saw one or two people that deemed a $100-250 suit. But, these adults apparently have the money to blow on them. Anyway...the "Tranny" in the suit swam against me in the 25 free. I look next to me and he was right on my ass. I thought, "he-ell no is he going to beat me." Though he did have a full foot on me, I beat him. (And, took a pic of him in his suit.)
Needless to say, today was successful, but more imporatantly it was fun. I really enjoyed the competition. I'm looking forward to the next Olympics. heheheh.
Still no internet. I promise to get up this week. It's setting me crazy. I need to get back to my house and tend to the dog who has now taken up pulling the curtains out from around the back of the couch making a nice little tent area for him to look out the window. Especially funny when he has 2-3 toys stuffed between the window and the couch. He looks like he's stuck in one of those claw machines.
More updates soon.
So I did it. I competed in my first official swim meet in almost 13 years. And...I kicked ass! I The main event I was nervous for was the 200 yard freestyle. I submitted a time after I sat down and did the math of "well, in practice I can hold a 50 on :45, so I should be able to do..." I sent in a 2:45. (For those of you who don't understand swimming, sorry.) Anyway, sitting at the meet and after my warm up I noticed my mathematical error of 15 seconds. Shit. I'm totally going to look like an asshole if I don't come close to this time. Cute 35 year old guy (benefit to swim team for adults...cute guys!) will see me choke and shit. What did I finish?? 2:46. Go Girl!
There were people all the way to 87 years old. Unreal. One older man did have a women's suit on. Fo' real. Swimming has taken on a trend of full-body suits. Now, not that you need one at a master's league...I really only saw one or two people that deemed a $100-250 suit. But, these adults apparently have the money to blow on them. Anyway...the "Tranny" in the suit swam against me in the 25 free. I look next to me and he was right on my ass. I thought, "he-ell no is he going to beat me." Though he did have a full foot on me, I beat him. (And, took a pic of him in his suit.)
Needless to say, today was successful, but more imporatantly it was fun. I really enjoyed the competition. I'm looking forward to the next Olympics. heheheh.
Still no internet. I promise to get up this week. It's setting me crazy. I need to get back to my house and tend to the dog who has now taken up pulling the curtains out from around the back of the couch making a nice little tent area for him to look out the window. Especially funny when he has 2-3 toys stuffed between the window and the couch. He looks like he's stuck in one of those claw machines.
More updates soon.
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