In April 2011 I lived alone in a beautiful apartment in downtown Austin. I slept in a bed made for three and my dog saw me naked on the daily. I was so used to being alone that I hated when someone would get in the car with me and I loved it.
Then something happened. Like, the reality of paying 2 grand a month on rent, and the fact that I slept in my closet because my bed was too big, and the ability for me to invite over whoever I wanted whenever I wanted and not have any consequences, and then there were the times when I did inevitably get lonely and I had to deal with the worst of all human emotions.
I did what I thought I would never do once Lauren, the best roommate ever, got married and was off the living market. I got a roommate.
ENTER: Carly. A transplant to Austin from New York City and before that San Diego.
Glamorous, right!?!
She met my family after 1 week. We bore our souls after 2 weeks. By 3 weeks I let her in on some of my weird eating habits. She introduced me to the Kardashians and TEVO. She thought I was smart except when I was acting stupid. She encouraged me to evaluate my relationship, my job, my happiness, etc. We talked at length about our friends and family. By 1 month in she was sleeping in my bed periodically and picking out my nail polish colors.
She's funny and girly and a carries a normal amount of insecurities. She is more socially and emotionally aware of other people than anyone I've ever met. She's my friend because she's patient and a little crazy. She listens like a champ and laughs hard. She motivated and pretty and sleeps through alarms just like me. She drives a yellow convertible and thinks it's funny when I offend people. She likes twitter, fast food, the mall, working, talking about Jesus, taking care of people, and swearing.
Guys, I've got some big plans with this one.
Showing posts with label Spotlight. Show all posts
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Monday, December 5, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Friday, July 1, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
and they said SPEAK NOW
I talk too much
Especially about my hair and bread and my relationship
I envy my mom for her youthful eyes and her big house
I want both of my sisters to live in my 800 square foot apartment with me.
I think yoga changed my perspective on exercise and my body
The jovial part of me comes alive at Friday around 3 pm.
Especially about my hair and bread and my relationship
I envy my mom for her youthful eyes and her big house
I want both of my sisters to live in my 800 square foot apartment with me.
I think yoga changed my perspective on exercise and my body
The jovial part of me comes alive at Friday around 3 pm.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Spotlight
We've been in exactly two fights. One was about pizza, the other about the dumbest game on earth called Monopoly Deal. I, of course, started both of them. What both fight boiled down to..... I Miss You (Didnt even need therapy to figure that one out.)
Meet Kyria. The girl who's stilletoes I am not worthy to shine. She is rambunctious, beloved, determined, hilarious, and sassy. Our friendship began in high school when she proved to be good enough company to bring around my friends. Then again in college when we lived together and she was forced to grow up too fast and learn what emotions look like. People LOVE her. I repeat, people LOVE her. Kids love her, adults love her, grown men, young boys, people I am trying to date.. Everyone loves Kyria. I have never met a person who meant her and said, "ew".
She loves horses and chocolate desserts and repetition and exercise and spicy sushi. She used to sleep in a 3 foot space by choice. She sees the world as she should, real and flawed but beautiful. She's vulnerable and not easily persuaded. She smells like Japanese Cherry Blossoms. I envy the man who she will take care of tenderly and the children who get to be hers.
Meet Kyria. The girl who's stilletoes I am not worthy to shine. She is rambunctious, beloved, determined, hilarious, and sassy. Our friendship began in high school when she proved to be good enough company to bring around my friends. Then again in college when we lived together and she was forced to grow up too fast and learn what emotions look like. People LOVE her. I repeat, people LOVE her. Kids love her, adults love her, grown men, young boys, people I am trying to date.. Everyone loves Kyria. I have never met a person who meant her and said, "ew".
She loves horses and chocolate desserts and repetition and exercise and spicy sushi. She used to sleep in a 3 foot space by choice. She sees the world as she should, real and flawed but beautiful. She's vulnerable and not easily persuaded. She smells like Japanese Cherry Blossoms. I envy the man who she will take care of tenderly and the children who get to be hers.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Spotlight
Meet Jennifer. Also known as Jenna, or Mom because she hates when call her by her first name.
Last week I had a conversation with her that left me laughing long enough to tweet and write this post. We were speaking of a certain new suitor who she scoped out in my ward and then dared me to marry. I took the challenge, of course. Kyria spilled that I was with him one night and she called me the next day and said, "You know the feeling when you walk into Target and your heart skips a beat? That's the feeling I kept having knowing you were in the same room as him."
I laughed for a good 45 seconds. I do feel a bit like Regina George in Mean Girls as her mother professes, "I'm a cool mom." The only difference is that she is so young as far as young adult mothers go, that she really can hang with the girls.
She is smart, talented, motivated and grounded. She thinks with her heart and therefore offers a counter perspective to my tactful decision making. She sleeps in the most comfortable bed known to mankind. She loves having us around but craves solitude and relaxation.
I inherited from her my height, my motivation, my ability to see things how they really are, my love for my father, and my anxiety. She is funny, outgoing, and beloved by all. She likes dramatic television, talk shows, and big city travels. I will never forget the one time in college we met in New York City for the weekend and shopped and saw a million shows and ate delicious food and laughed.
She is who's approval I seek. She is who I pray for. She is who I wish to see as often as possible.
Last week I had a conversation with her that left me laughing long enough to tweet and write this post. We were speaking of a certain new suitor who she scoped out in my ward and then dared me to marry. I took the challenge, of course. Kyria spilled that I was with him one night and she called me the next day and said, "You know the feeling when you walk into Target and your heart skips a beat? That's the feeling I kept having knowing you were in the same room as him."
I laughed for a good 45 seconds. I do feel a bit like Regina George in Mean Girls as her mother professes, "I'm a cool mom." The only difference is that she is so young as far as young adult mothers go, that she really can hang with the girls.
She is smart, talented, motivated and grounded. She thinks with her heart and therefore offers a counter perspective to my tactful decision making. She sleeps in the most comfortable bed known to mankind. She loves having us around but craves solitude and relaxation.
I inherited from her my height, my motivation, my ability to see things how they really are, my love for my father, and my anxiety. She is funny, outgoing, and beloved by all. She likes dramatic television, talk shows, and big city travels. I will never forget the one time in college we met in New York City for the weekend and shopped and saw a million shows and ate delicious food and laughed.
She is who's approval I seek. She is who I pray for. She is who I wish to see as often as possible.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Spotlight
Meet Justin
He thinks I'm crazy. I trust Him because he shares the painful truths of life effortlessly. He's obsessed with His family, Facebook, and football games. He knows more than he wants people to believe.
I think Nikka said it best the first time she met Him:
"Justin is rude. Like, really rude. And yet He is still really kind and likable. How does he DO that!?"
He appreciates small gestures of kindness. He takes rap music more serious that the general listening public. If he didn't focus on the future so much he would marry a model and live a lavish life. I'm grateful he isn't. He acts wisely. Not easily persuaded. Funny. Very funny. Simple. The amount of stories he can tell would usually only come from someone twice his age, but he doesn't share that with just anyone, not even me.
The only problem with Justin is that he is similar to me in the worst ways possible: Stubborn, Vain, Pragmatic. The first time I met Him it annoyed me that He was wearing basketball shorts and purposefully not paying me attention. That experience describes our relationship since that day.
He thinks I'm crazy. I trust Him because he shares the painful truths of life effortlessly. He's obsessed with His family, Facebook, and football games. He knows more than he wants people to believe.
I think Nikka said it best the first time she met Him:
"Justin is rude. Like, really rude. And yet He is still really kind and likable. How does he DO that!?"
He appreciates small gestures of kindness. He takes rap music more serious that the general listening public. If he didn't focus on the future so much he would marry a model and live a lavish life. I'm grateful he isn't. He acts wisely. Not easily persuaded. Funny. Very funny. Simple. The amount of stories he can tell would usually only come from someone twice his age, but he doesn't share that with just anyone, not even me.
The only problem with Justin is that he is similar to me in the worst ways possible: Stubborn, Vain, Pragmatic. The first time I met Him it annoyed me that He was wearing basketball shorts and purposefully not paying me attention. That experience describes our relationship since that day.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Spotlight
Yesterday I got a text message and I got that twitterpaded feeling I used to get when emotions ran hot. It was Lauren saying Hi. This describes us perfectly. Lauren affects me. I love that about us. I love our connection. When we met we were as opposite as two girls can be. We did share two things; a family connection that runs 2 generations back, and a poor taste in boys. For years we have shared everything. She was the first person I told my secrets to. She let me into her family. She reminded me to enjoy life. She works hard at the things she's passionate about. She puts up with my anxiety, my temperament, my big dreams. We used to take her dads gas card and drive to Logan or Vegas or San Diego just because we could. We grew up together in the sense that when we met we were completely different people than we are today but we still fit. She is grounded, wise, kind to everyone, honest, and fiercely loyal. We decided the day we met we would be friends forever and so far that friendship has been the easiest, most rewarding relationship I've ever had.
Meet Lauren.
Meet Lauren.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Spotlight
Meet Cami.
The girl who's story you all want to know. She likes taco bell, fashion, thrift stores, Utah, cats, old movies, Indian food, taking naps, taking baths, taking naps in the bath, and using foul language the way only an 80 year old Navy veteran can. She is my saving grace. One time, in High School we were at her house and she put on her orange tennis skirt, blue rain boots, an old tshirt and a feather in her hair, then we walked out into public. She looked fabulous. One time we went to the Caribean and slept 12 hours a day, turned into Hispanic blondes, got asked if we were movie stars, and drank 17 pina coladas. Cami makes a point to ask every question. She knows exactly what it means if my hair is up instead of down or if I don't text back for 15 minutes.
She feels at home with my family. She likes to lay in bed and talk for hours. She calls me when I'm crying. She's in love with a brilliant man. She makes me feel young and reckless by reminding me of times when I was.
She thinks I can do anything I put my mind do. She thinks my life is enviable. I think the same about her.
The girl who's story you all want to know. She likes taco bell, fashion, thrift stores, Utah, cats, old movies, Indian food, taking naps, taking baths, taking naps in the bath, and using foul language the way only an 80 year old Navy veteran can. She is my saving grace. One time, in High School we were at her house and she put on her orange tennis skirt, blue rain boots, an old tshirt and a feather in her hair, then we walked out into public. She looked fabulous. One time we went to the Caribean and slept 12 hours a day, turned into Hispanic blondes, got asked if we were movie stars, and drank 17 pina coladas. Cami makes a point to ask every question. She knows exactly what it means if my hair is up instead of down or if I don't text back for 15 minutes.
She feels at home with my family. She likes to lay in bed and talk for hours. She calls me when I'm crying. She's in love with a brilliant man. She makes me feel young and reckless by reminding me of times when I was.
She thinks I can do anything I put my mind do. She thinks my life is enviable. I think the same about her.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Spotlight
Meet Christian.
My smartest and wisest friend. There are two people in my life who I feel complete and unconditional love from, who I know have my best interests at heart, and who I can always rely on; my Dad and Christian. I made the mistake of telling Him that a couple years ago and I think he gloats in it now. Either way it's true and has always been. Christian started making me laugh the day I met Him freshman year and every time I talk to Him he makes me think and makes me laugh, in that order. He's got a lot going on in life with His relationship, graduating, family, and getting ready for law school in the fall but He always has time to talk to me during the day. He is great.
I was talking with Him today and of course, between the laughter and jokes he said something profound that I don't want to forget:
"The nice thing about life is that it's exciting regardless of how things turn out. Sometimes its hard, but it's also exciting- always new opportunities"
What a guy.
My smartest and wisest friend. There are two people in my life who I feel complete and unconditional love from, who I know have my best interests at heart, and who I can always rely on; my Dad and Christian. I made the mistake of telling Him that a couple years ago and I think he gloats in it now. Either way it's true and has always been. Christian started making me laugh the day I met Him freshman year and every time I talk to Him he makes me think and makes me laugh, in that order. He's got a lot going on in life with His relationship, graduating, family, and getting ready for law school in the fall but He always has time to talk to me during the day. He is great.
I was talking with Him today and of course, between the laughter and jokes he said something profound that I don't want to forget:
"The nice thing about life is that it's exciting regardless of how things turn out. Sometimes its hard, but it's also exciting- always new opportunities"
What a guy.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Spotlight
Sometimes my body shrinks even when my diet consists of only chocolate.
I love wearing leather.
Despite my repetitive overuse of the word Love, it scares me.
There are places in the world you have never heard of that I would like to visit. Christmas Island, is the least outrageous.
The only thing fake about me is my eyelashes.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Spotlight
I can count on my 3 fingers the amount of times I have cried from television, and even then I don't know if it counts because most of the time I watch television to keep from crying and those three times it didn't work. So the tears either came from the Katie/huble breakup or the horrible life experience
Very often I dress up for school like it's a fashion show because I can't find a reason not to.
My friends find it weird that I haven't put any thought into my dream wedding. Actually, I have put thought, one thought: ELOPE.
I dream about being younger and I dream about being older but I don't dream about being here. Who does?
There's no way to swing it, Sourkraut is a STRANGE food.
I want for people to know how I feel but I am afraid to voice it.
I have HATED Blue's Clues since the beginning of that dumb cracked out homosexual running around singing redundant songs about Crack and San Francisco.
I would rather be over accessorized than the opposite.
Barack Obama is the man. It's possible that I'm single because I only have eyes for 1 man. And guess what? He's liberal. And guess what? He rocks America corrupted and debt-ridden socks off.
Very often I dress up for school like it's a fashion show because I can't find a reason not to.
My friends find it weird that I haven't put any thought into my dream wedding. Actually, I have put thought, one thought: ELOPE.
I dream about being younger and I dream about being older but I don't dream about being here. Who does?
There's no way to swing it, Sourkraut is a STRANGE food.
I want for people to know how I feel but I am afraid to voice it.
I have HATED Blue's Clues since the beginning of that dumb cracked out homosexual running around singing redundant songs about Crack and San Francisco.
I would rather be over accessorized than the opposite.
Barack Obama is the man. It's possible that I'm single because I only have eyes for 1 man. And guess what? He's liberal. And guess what? He rocks America corrupted and debt-ridden socks off.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Spotlight
i had all these great stories to write about today but, as usual, i ended up talking about myself. so predictable.
i whisper when i want to be heard and shout when i don't want to be. and it works.
i drive farther than i need to because it feels good to do what i want.
i like my jeans very tight. maybe i like my body that much, or maybe i just need some kind of restriction.
i play confused even when i know full well what is going on. i always know what is going on.
i don't give chances. not even first ones.
i am stubborn. so stubborn, in fact, that i purposefully forget how stubborn i am.
i ignore rejection and hang onto hope.
i like when people make me laugh.
i don't like when people try to make me laugh.
i have an easy time spending money if it's mine.
i buy things knowing full well that i am going to return them.
i love the smell of soap on airlines.
i talk about others, not because i'm selfless but because talking about myself is not an option.
i whisper when i want to be heard and shout when i don't want to be. and it works.
i drive farther than i need to because it feels good to do what i want.
i like my jeans very tight. maybe i like my body that much, or maybe i just need some kind of restriction.
i play confused even when i know full well what is going on. i always know what is going on.
i don't give chances. not even first ones.
i am stubborn. so stubborn, in fact, that i purposefully forget how stubborn i am.
i ignore rejection and hang onto hope.
i like when people make me laugh.
i don't like when people try to make me laugh.
i have an easy time spending money if it's mine.
i buy things knowing full well that i am going to return them.
i love the smell of soap on airlines.
i talk about others, not because i'm selfless but because talking about myself is not an option.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
think of me on the drive home
I don't blog about my real feelings because I'm afraid of the internet seeing the real me
I associate crying with needing people and I don't like doing either
I have an incredibly hidden talent to be the kindest, most generous person you'll ever meet
I love comfort and being with people who make me feel comfortable
I miss places I've never been
I love pancakes in the middle of the night
I am blessed beyond measure and beyond anything I deserve
There's a corner of my heart permanently reserved for Collin Farrell
I work hard for what I want and pray that someone somewhere will work that hard for me
I get in bed each night with no regrets from the day.
I associate crying with needing people and I don't like doing either
I have an incredibly hidden talent to be the kindest, most generous person you'll ever meet
I love comfort and being with people who make me feel comfortable
I miss places I've never been
I love pancakes in the middle of the night
I am blessed beyond measure and beyond anything I deserve
There's a corner of my heart permanently reserved for Collin Farrell
I work hard for what I want and pray that someone somewhere will work that hard for me
I get in bed each night with no regrets from the day.
Friday, July 25, 2008
I would never admit I'm currently listening to Miley Cyrus
I crave solitude, and once it is achieved I want my friends to come bridge the lonliness. I have exactly one pet peeve: liars. I have exactly one bad habit: lying. I go to the grocery store when I'm bored. I don't know what I want and desperately hope that when it comes along I will hold on for dear life. I have a strange relationship with my parents. It goes like this, I need/want/crave/seek for/ and constantly obtain their attention/approval/advice/comedy and goodliness. I also, however, have a learned need to do what people don't expect of me. I am usually able to fight this, but when I don't, all hell breaks loose. I currently sell pest control. It is the greatest, most stressful, most emotionally straining job I have ever had. I am judgmental. My largest inward battle has been to curve my judgments into something productive, like tolerance. I see things as they are. I have an ability to look past deceit, insecurity, and all that stupid crap people put off when they first meet you. Usually. Sometimes I'm just as fooled. People are flawed, and as soon as I realized that, I really started living. Unfortunately, that was just last week so I guess you could say I was born yesterday.
Friday, July 4, 2008
will work for food
i give money to homeless men, i don't care if they're going to buy drugs or sex or alcohol with it, that's on their head. hip/hop is music and does take talent. there's a part of me that will always be 17 years old, because those were the most memorable days of my life. i learn lessons the hard way. i think black men are sexy. i hate spending over $20 on gas or groceries, but i don't flinch at a pair of $200 jeans. if there's a word to describe me, it hasn't been made yet. whatever it is, i bet tim peterson could spell it. seeing my parents makes any day better. everyday i realize i know less than i thought i did the day before. i am completely indecisive; however, i would rather make a decision, have it be the wrong one, and have to back track, than to stay at a standstill waiting to find the right decision. i love to genuinely laugh. if you inspire that reaction for me, i will keep you around. if i could do one thing for the rest of my life it wouldn't be to travel or fish everyday or eat whatever i want. it would be to do exactly what i'm doing and have been doing for the past 20 years. "When I go out of town, I call it a trip because my whole life is a vaction."
Saturday, May 31, 2008
spotlight
my guilty pleasure is bright eyes. especially when accompanied by solitude and an unfinished to-do list
i am the kind of person that will eat grilled chicken, green beans, tossed salad with light dressing for lunch, and then chick-fil-a for dinner, order a great-wall-of-chocolate from p.f. changs, then go run 2 miles
about twice a week i add a new word to my vocabulary. courtesy of google dictionary
i am blunt. and deathly afraid of being blunt.
procrastination is thrilling
i wear high heels when alone in my apartment
i am not as strong as i once was
i am the kind of person that will eat grilled chicken, green beans, tossed salad with light dressing for lunch, and then chick-fil-a for dinner, order a great-wall-of-chocolate from p.f. changs, then go run 2 miles
about twice a week i add a new word to my vocabulary. courtesy of google dictionary
i am blunt. and deathly afraid of being blunt.
procrastination is thrilling
i wear high heels when alone in my apartment
i am not as strong as i once was
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