Three things I learned about Vegas:
1. Somewhat boring IF you go without having a plan first. A few spontaneous walks aimlessly will always lead you somewhere exciting in Vegas though so we took many of those as well as some jogs at 6am in the morning. Rum and cokes + old grade school friends = taking off your high heels that are crippling you and running after a random jogger just because you feel like it.
2.
This place never sleeps. My group ran on only 3 hours of sleep, but I,
being the grump old lady that I am, demanded and got about 6
altogether. This is a few of us resting a bit in between outings.
I finally got away and sat alone in a Starbucks to people watch. I got a view of the artist across the street putting on a pretty amazing performance while Starbucks' soundtrack that consisted of Billie Holiday and Nina Simone played in the background. My view:
3. It's filled with
a lot of different kinds of people...I met a Russian man who gambled
away $17,000 in one sitting yet still told Erica to listen to his
advice of what to bet on. I hung out with an ex stripper who is
currently going to Vegas University. Oh, and did I say my group
contained an actual porn star? Yes, it's true. He does gay porn and on
one of his websites he was labeled a "porn master". I had a married guy
hit on me. When I told him I was taken he actually used the line, "What
happens in Vegas stays in Vegas". I traveled up to the Eiffel Tower and
watched the water show from up above. I danced in the club Tao
(http://www.taolasvegas.com/tao.html) and drank $14 rum and cokes. I
had prostitution ads flicked in my face and was greeted with drag queen
show posters when I entered my hotel. Oh yes, this is Vegas. The land
with hardly any rules
What makes me think I have something so meaningful to say that I have to stop work and post a 2nd blog? Cause really, I have nothing to say that's necessarily meaningful. We could all presume our words influence so many people. Warning: this blog's importance is a figment of my imagination.
As you can see, I've been rather busy on Facebook today; posting videos, links, nonsense. It started when I first saw one of the videos on someone else's blog. It was of people telling their secrets to strangers. I'm notorious for getting emotional over the sappiest of things so it is of no suprise, I'm sure, when I tell you I did just that while watching this video. Especially at the part where a girl says, "I'm a lot better before you really know me" and then fidgets awkwardly, almost in a sad way. People are beautiful in their vulnerability, when the masks are down and all of a sudden they're right where you are. I think we all bond as human beings when we're stripped bare of our inhibitions. We come back to just being beings and it's touching. Recognizing your own rawness in someone else's confessions is beautiful. There's a lot of power in emotion....emotion creates art and art provokes thought and thoughts create an awareness of your surroundings. It's almost trippy to me to be so aware of others and their feelings. Who needs drugs when you can collect a daily dose of raw emotion? I love people. God had a really badass idea when he dreamt up our entire world and created it. I think the 2nd most amazing gift he's given us is choice. In order to feel we must live on our own terms instead of being told what to do or how to live. We learn through living and as tough and rough as it may be I really have to thank God for giving me this much control over my life. He may have all the answers and he may be taking the wheel or whatever crap Carie Underwood sings about, but he's watching, he knows that we're doing our own thing and in a way, I see that as worshiping him. We're using the gift of choice and although we may not be glorifying him we're living because of him. We're living as best we know how and as real as we can and we're learning and we're loving. That's where I see God's power...I see it through people, through his creation. That's where it's at and it's absolutely gorgeous.
I want to go downtown some time soon. Like, a fancy place where I have to wear a dress. I went into a dress shop the other day when I was at lunch returning a few things at the mall and I saw some that were amazing! Especially a black one. I'm not sure where I'd wear a prom type of dress, even downtown, but I'll find a place! I'm determined. It was only $100! I didn't buy it though, but I'm wanting to go back and get it. Even if it's a small...I don't care, I'll lose weight.
My car's being a boob. Maintenance Required light's on and I'll smell something burning on occasion. I have nothing else to say about it besides that I'm irritated my life isn't perfect.ha When something breaks I'm not big on fixing it. I'm the type of girl who wants to buy another one. Obviously buying another car is not even an option right now, but I'm just saying...this is really putting me out. Dang it, reality....you suck.
Last night I went over to Allen's after he got off work and hung out on the couch with him and his roommate, Ryan. I have to say Ryan is one of my favorite people. I'm a bit too socially retarded to have a one on one conversation with him as of yet, but I do like chatting him up in groups. Him and Allen together are a good time and listening in on their convo makes me laugh. Friday we're all going to see Avatar and I'm gonna buy my ticket today actually. This is what my life has lead up to...the Avatar movie, opening night. I say that sarcastically, but really, I'm stolked to be going cause the group I'm gonna be with is good times and because of them I'm seriously down for some scifi fantasy goodness.
And I end with the video below. My cousin's ex girlfriend posted it on Facebook and even though I didn't know about the story behind it, it still made me laugh.
are delicious. I got a box full of them from my secret Santa and since I've finished my work early I have nothing else to do but eat them. =/
Mandy Moore's most recent album, Amanda Leigh, is actually pretty good. I sound surprised, but she's been doing well with not sounding like her old pop self for awhile now. I loved her Only Hope album which, by the way, I discovered today has been discontinued. I'm only assuming she chose to do that since those songs were mostly about her ex Zach Braff. I sound as if she's my best friend and called me about it the other day. I'm a dork, but whatever. Point is, I love Mandy Moore and her music.
I wanted to put my pictures in this but my camera chord's at work :( I took pictures of the hotel (aka his job) we stayed at. It was sooo nice! They had a flat screen, king sized bed and a couch! I've always liked staying in hotel rooms. My dad use to stay in hotel rooms all the time when my sister and I were little and he'd always make it a fun experience. Chips ahoy and lots and lots of SNL and Seinfeld episodes. :)
We ate a the NXNW down the road since his job switched shifts on him and he didn't have to work til later that night. Their food was delicious! I ordered Orange Chicken and Allen got their steak. I can only describe so much without overdoing it. Basically you should all just eat their yourselves and experience the wonderfulness. :)
After that Allen had to go onto his overnight shift from 11-7am. It didn't take long for me to realize I really don't like being alone in strange places. I was bored and couldn't sleep so I was easily lured down to the front desk and was greeted with this...
haha. I thought it was quite charming so a picture had to be taken. I finally went back to our room where I fell asleep watching the Disney channel. I wake up to Allen handing me a plate of breakfast food. =D Donuts and eggs and biscuits and gravy!! He was exhausted and passed out shortly after. When check out time came it was like committing murder trying to get him out of bed, but I finally did and we headed back to his place to sleep some more. And that's basically how the rest of the day went, us lounging about, watching movies. We're so exciting, I know. =P
I don't feel wellll!!!! I plan on drinking hot tea galore to rid myself of this nasty thing that has now taken ahold of my chest. :(
Last night I got to see Allen. It's been awhile since we've gotten to just chill out with each other. His new shift at work is from 3-11pm and although he's bringing in the money and I'm thankful he has a job it kind of blows. I love seeing that boy. He's my home away from home. <3
Tonight's the Zilker Park tree! I'm exciiited. :D
I looked in the mirror today and saw that my butt actually looked okay in my skinny jeans. I've always worried about my "frown" of an ass in tight jeans. Usually I'll see a deflated, pancake butt that's quite pathetic, but today I put on my knee high boots and and did the butt check in my full length mirror and I thought, NOT BAD! Of course I could work on some things, but the relief I experienced and the point here is...I'm coming to terms with my figure. This coming from the girl who never wears shorts or swim suits and still has issues with sleeveless shirts. I'm not saying Matt Flynn can still say his rather rude comments and I'll still remain calm and confident, no, not yet, but I can look in the mirror and not want to give up food for a week. Yay.
It was cold, I wasn't feeling great and although I find my mom annoying some times I was really hoping for her company. She wasn't home though so I was feeling kind of lame and lonely. Then I saw the two Christmas trees and it made me happy. I may have looked like a creeper by taking a picture of two neighbor's patios, but I don't care. I wish time would slow down for a little bit so I could seriously enjoy the heck out of this holiday. It always seems to go by too fast.
You don't know how much your mood depends on your taste buds until they no longer work. I've a cold and it's made it impossible for me to taste anything. I love my food. We have fun together. When I can't taste my food it's a very sad day for me. The excessive blowing of the nose doesn't help either.
We're doing Secret Santa in my office again this year. I got Lisa, the fairy loving ex hippie who smokes way too many cigarettes. When I drew her name for Secret Santa the only things listed on her piece of paper were fairies and lavender. Easy enough. So I decided I'd go shopping at a little shop on Burnet Road called "Kids 'N Cats" that my mom and I discovered a few years ago. This place is jam packed with unique odds and ends. They even have a cat that roams the place freely (if any place has any type of animal roaming freely besides your basic bugs I'm an automatic fan). I bought 6 candles for $1.89, a butterfly notebook and some other things...my mind just went blank, but anyway, the place is cool. Check it out. :)
Urrgghhh...I've been feeling a little bit lost lately. Or maybe not so much lately as just in the past few seconds actually. It must have something to do with me lusting over other people's art work and feeling like a small endowed man standing next to a well endowed man. I went through my friend's flickr account and discovered she actually has a damn good eye for amazing photos. Most of her work reflected her home life, her personality, everything that created her basically. They were unique, strange, fun, different. I like funny, artistic, on the verge of being freaks kind of people. They inspire me. They can capture a beauty and make you see it through their eyes when it seems almost impossible. Basically I'm drooling over other people's creativeness. I'm like a moth drawn to a light when I see people who lack the cliche of today's "artist". I use to write and draw a lot. I did. I haven't exercised those talents in quite awhile though so they've become sort of paralyzed, like the muscles in a retired athlete's body... That's where my small endowed man feeling comes from I suppose. I use to be talented. Now I lag behind quite pathetically wishing I hadn't of quit so early on. I've given up a part of myself as I've gotten older. A part that I loved and hated the same, but respected and used no less.
I'm listening to Phoenix right now. I'm working on leveling out the amount of sound emitting from my headphones. Only one side is working and my right eardrum is about to explode. Oh, okay, so if you're thinking of getting me anything for Christmas get me headphones...yes, this means I was expecting presents from all of you.... (dry sense of humor nobody really finds funny fades...)
You know...I'm defensive as hell. I don't like way too many things and I almost always refuse to surround myself in any type of situation that will leave me feeling indifferent. It's hard to talk to someone and actually hear them when others are listening in or involving themselves somehow. That's every day life though, isn't it? I seem to step back and out of every day life way too often. I skipped school a lot because of this. Human interaction is just hard for me some times, even with those that I know and love. I can only relate so much to people. I critically examine those around me, I compare people all the time, especially to myself. That's my problem. I'm a critic.
Speaking of being a critic, I just finished reading Shutter Island. I always seem to sound like a snob no matter what I'm critiquing... I basically am though so never mind. I like to think my taste in everything is more sophisticated than everyone's. That will probably never change, as much as it probably should. Anyway, back to the critic in me...the book was kind of scary. Mostly it was just strange and kind of brutal in its delivery of graphic flashbacks. The ending was predictable and I was kind of disappointed when it came. I know, I know...shutup, Tessa. heh I went to the library tonight to find another book and picked up Cloud & Ashes. It's fantasy which I'm kind of hesitant about. Fantasy books were my obsession in middle school/high school and for some reason anything to do with my school days is really unappealing to me. I hated school. Did I ever tell you that? heh But I checked the book out anyway and hopefully it'll be a good read.
Three things I learned about Vegas:
1. Somewhat boring IF you go without having a plan first. A few spontaneous walks aimlessly will always lead you somewhere exciting in Vegas though so we took many of those as well as some jogs at 6am in the morning. Rum and cokes + old grade school friends = taking off your high heels that are crippling you and running after a random jogger just because you feel like it.
2. This place never sleeps. My group ran on only 3 hours of sleep, but I, being the grump old lady that I am, demanded and got about 6 altogether. This is a few of us resting a bit in between outings.
I finally got away and sat alone in a Starbucks to people watch. I got a view of the artist across the street putting on a pretty amazing performance while Starbucks' soundtrack that consisted of Billie Holiday and Nina Simone played in the background. My view:
3. It's filled with a lot of different kinds of people...I met a Russian man who gambled away $17,000 in one sitting yet still told Erica to listen to his advice of what to bet on. I hung out with an ex stripper who is currently going to Vegas University. Oh, and did I say my group contained an actual porn star? Yes, it's true. He does gay porn and on one of his websites he was labeled a "porn master". I had a married guy hit on me. When I told him I was taken he actually used the line, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas". I traveled up to the Eiffel Tower and watched the water show from up above. I danced in the club Tao (http://www.taolasvegas.com/tao.html) and drank $14 rum and cokes. I had prostitution ads flicked in my face and was greeted with drag queen show posters when I entered my hotel. Oh yes, this is Vegas. The land with hardly any rules.
