So, for once in my life, I think I'm finally getting my shit together. I'm genuinely happy on a regular basis and it honestly... amazes me. I'm too hungover to write an entire post. I've been slacking, I know, but I'll be back. For now, I leave you with this quote:
"Fear less, hope more; eat less, chew more; whine less, breathe more; talk less, say more; love more, and all good things will be yours."
Basically, don't be scared, it's not worth it. Be skinny. Stop complaining. Stop talking shit and start speaking the truth. Love. Be happy :)
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
maturity includes the recognition that no one is going to see anything in us that we don't see in ourselves. stop waiting for a producer. produce yourself.
I will be the first one to admit how immature I am. I think like a 12-year old boy and giggle every time a teacher says orgasm instead of organism in class and tries to play it off like it never happened. I have a terribly dirty mind and I joke about everything. I think it makes a life a little more enjoyable when you can just laugh things off rather than dwelling. But, that really has basically nothing to do with the quote today. Marianne Williamson is a famous lecturer and writer (so she's legit) and she once said:
"Maturity includes the recognition that no one is going to see anything in us that we don't see in ourselves. Stop waiting for a producer. Produce yourself."
This lady is a smart cookie. Lately I've realized that in order to become anything in life, I have to actually believe in myself. Which is for some reason, very difficult for me. I'm extremely pessimistic.
What doesn't quite add up for me is that I'm a leader. I've always been a leader. But I guess I'm more of like.. a secondary leader. I like to be given strict direction in order to complete something successfully. I hate being bossed around and I don't really like creating structured work situations but I like being given direction. So, basically I'm a lazy leader.
I have no idea what I want to do with the rest of my life. I'd like to be successful though... that'd be swell. I'd like to fall in love and all that jazz too. But I really don't know what I'd like my life "production" to be, in this case. I realize I'm only 20, but I just wish I could have some big ol' dream that I've always wanted to fulfill. Eh, maybe next life.
"Maturity includes the recognition that no one is going to see anything in us that we don't see in ourselves. Stop waiting for a producer. Produce yourself."
This lady is a smart cookie. Lately I've realized that in order to become anything in life, I have to actually believe in myself. Which is for some reason, very difficult for me. I'm extremely pessimistic.
What doesn't quite add up for me is that I'm a leader. I've always been a leader. But I guess I'm more of like.. a secondary leader. I like to be given strict direction in order to complete something successfully. I hate being bossed around and I don't really like creating structured work situations but I like being given direction. So, basically I'm a lazy leader.
I have no idea what I want to do with the rest of my life. I'd like to be successful though... that'd be swell. I'd like to fall in love and all that jazz too. But I really don't know what I'd like my life "production" to be, in this case. I realize I'm only 20, but I just wish I could have some big ol' dream that I've always wanted to fulfill. Eh, maybe next life.
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Tuesday, November 2, 2010
when angry, count to four. when very angry, swear.
WARNING: Immense amounts of swear words will be used. Stop fucking reading this if you can't deal.
I'm pissed off. Really pissed off. So I keep swearing... or cussing... or cursing, whichever you like to call it. Basically, one of my five roommates decided to break our lease and call it quits for ridiculous reasons and is giving different, vague answers as to why each time we ask. She decided to inform all of us via mass facebook message. Mature, right? That's some serious fuckery right there. So I'm following my boy Mark Twain's advice:
"When angry, count to four. When very angry, swear."
I tried counting to four. Nothing changed. So I went with the swearing method and it seems to be working alright for the moment. I decided to also tell her how I truly felt about the situation in an awfully awkward mass facebook message as well. She was being a hypocrite (which is easily one of my biggest pet peeves) so I had to call her out on it. It's what I do. I can't just stand back. I'm not that person.
I just don't understand this childish behavior. I realize we're only 20 but come on, a mass facebook message? AND she contacted our landlord before informing any of us. Pussy. Move. I can't deal with all that bullshit. So I vented via message and on here. Sorry about that but it's not like anyone but me reads this anyway. Holla at a sista (sista being me, duh!) if you are. Go ahead, leave a comment. Speak yo' mind. Give me some advice because I sure as hell could always use it. I may not respond well to it but hey, I'm sure someday I'll come back to it and go "Hey, that random comment on that blog back in the day is really useful in this situation." And then I'll find you and thank you. Creepy. Sorry. Leaving now!
I will now post a giant picture of my dog as a puppy because it makes me happy. Wilbur's cute. Admire him.
I'm pissed off. Really pissed off. So I keep swearing... or cussing... or cursing, whichever you like to call it. Basically, one of my five roommates decided to break our lease and call it quits for ridiculous reasons and is giving different, vague answers as to why each time we ask. She decided to inform all of us via mass facebook message. Mature, right? That's some serious fuckery right there. So I'm following my boy Mark Twain's advice:
"When angry, count to four. When very angry, swear."
I tried counting to four. Nothing changed. So I went with the swearing method and it seems to be working alright for the moment. I decided to also tell her how I truly felt about the situation in an awfully awkward mass facebook message as well. She was being a hypocrite (which is easily one of my biggest pet peeves) so I had to call her out on it. It's what I do. I can't just stand back. I'm not that person.
I just don't understand this childish behavior. I realize we're only 20 but come on, a mass facebook message? AND she contacted our landlord before informing any of us. Pussy. Move. I can't deal with all that bullshit. So I vented via message and on here. Sorry about that but it's not like anyone but me reads this anyway. Holla at a sista (sista being me, duh!) if you are. Go ahead, leave a comment. Speak yo' mind. Give me some advice because I sure as hell could always use it. I may not respond well to it but hey, I'm sure someday I'll come back to it and go "Hey, that random comment on that blog back in the day is really useful in this situation." And then I'll find you and thank you. Creepy. Sorry. Leaving now!
I will now post a giant picture of my dog as a puppy because it makes me happy. Wilbur's cute. Admire him.
Monday, November 1, 2010
to feel valued, to know, even if only once in a while, that you can do a job well is an absolutely marvelous feeling
Sometimes all it takes in a little encouragement that you're doing something right to make your day a little better. Baba Wawa (otherwise known as Barbara Walters) said this:
"To feel valued, to know, even if only once in a while, that you can do a job well is an absolutely marvelous feeling."
As I said before, I can't take a compliment. I'm awful at it; but I'm trying and that's what counts. This weekend was good ol' Halloween. My least favorite holiday of the year. Bad shit always happens to me. Details aren't really necessary. But, now I work for MAC Cosmetics, and we're pretty known for our fantabulous makeup skills and Halloween is a huge deal for all of the artists.
So we had some crazy makeup adventures and it was really encouraging to see all of the artists complementing each other and random people coming up and just staring at our makeup creations! I've always wanted to work for MAC so it was a huge wave of pride that went through me.
Also, on a more personal note. I'm not fucking up in my personal life. I'm not screwing it up like I usually do and I'm receiving some encouragement and compliments regarding the situation. Yay Delaney!
"To feel valued, to know, even if only once in a while, that you can do a job well is an absolutely marvelous feeling."
As I said before, I can't take a compliment. I'm awful at it; but I'm trying and that's what counts. This weekend was good ol' Halloween. My least favorite holiday of the year. Bad shit always happens to me. Details aren't really necessary. But, now I work for MAC Cosmetics, and we're pretty known for our fantabulous makeup skills and Halloween is a huge deal for all of the artists.
So we had some crazy makeup adventures and it was really encouraging to see all of the artists complementing each other and random people coming up and just staring at our makeup creations! I've always wanted to work for MAC so it was a huge wave of pride that went through me.
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