Here's My Cliche New Year's Post

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

This New Year's Day, I decided to look back to last New Year's Day and go from there. Last year, I wrote this, and reading it now, I'd say that some things were accomplished and others were not. 2012 was an improvement and I learned a lot from my mistakes and regret nothing. Well maybe one thing, but it's not huge. Throughout the year I successfully got carried away, was swept off my feet, did things I'd never done before, made new friends that I love, fell in (and out) of love, finally figured out what I want and what I need right here and now, enrolled in school to complete my associates degree. But I also worked too hard and let it get me down. I didn't watch a sunset, or look at the stars enough, or wiggle my toes in the grass, or smell wildflowers, or crochet very much. I didn't read the stack of books or finish my half-played videogames or dance in the rain or be as graceful as I could've been.

SO this year, I'm going to expect more of myself. I want to get rid of more pointless crap that clutters up my house. I want to bring my kitty cat home. I'm going to crochet more. I'm going to remember birthdays and anniversaries. I'm going to get A's in school and fix my GPA. I'm going to read and play those videogames. I'm going to spend time with my existing friends and make more new ones. I'm going to get a new job. I'm going to get closer to Oregon. I'm going to be healthy. I'm going to be a better human being, a better friend, a better daughter, a better employee, a better volunteer. I'm going to go to more concerts, museums, galleries, parties. I'm going to things for those less fortunate than myself. I'm going to wear more hats and dye my hair even brighter colors. I'm going to explore and have adventures and embrace the world.

It's like 2012 was the year I prepared myself, and 2013 is going to the year that I truly shine. I feel like I'm entering into a new era, a new phase of life. I'm ready to take on whatever you have to throw at me. This is the happiest I've been in so long and I'm so glad that it's how I'm starting the New Year. My year five teacher, Mr Brown, always said "Let's start as we mean to go on" and that's exactly what I'm going to do. Today I'm going to get my house into some form of organization and I'm going to sing and go to the gym and play some Muramasa and get a good night's sleep!

I wish everyone joy and laughter and love to last the entire year, and I'm leaving you with a song.
Mumford & Sons - Not With Haste

So Happy New Year, everyone!
Miss Georgia

Maroon is More Red Than Anything Else... Right?

Seriously... I only posted twice in November! I'm sorry that I fail at keeping you all up to date with the goings on in my life. You can bury me up to my head and then stone me to death after this post.

Laverne and Shirley, on the
prowl! She's Shirley, I'm
totally Laverne.

Well they're maroon... but that's
kind of red. 

So let's see... what is going on? What has been happening? Well... Last night was ladies night, whoa! We got dressed to the 9's and went out to paint the town red. Like my shoes! And we looked sassy and classy and there were free drinks to be had and men breaking their necks, duh. And fun was had all round. Also, whoever said 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger' never tried to Wobble in those shoes.


And last weekend the Wildcats won the Big 12 title, so in some twisted turn of fate to further tear my soul in two, we are facing off against the Ducks in the Fiesta Bowl. Because I haven't been tortured enough all season, now my two teams are pitted against each other. It should be an awesome game though, and I figured I would take the next day off work so I can watch this game the way it's meant to be watched - in a bar, with everyone else who is too poor to go to Arizona, drinking beer and screaming at the TV in unison. Either way, I win anyway. I'll just wear am Oregon shirt under my K-State shirt. I'm probably going to get lynched.

Today I drank waaaaay too much coffee, approximately 50 ounces to be precise, and let me tell you - I'm definitely paying for it right now. I have the worst caffeine-crashing headache. It's my own fault, I suppose. So I cooked myself a romantic dinner for one and chilled out in my relatively clean apartment. I guess that means I'll have to be twice as festively productive since I still have many many things to do before I'm ready for Christmas. And next weekend is my Christmas SpecTACKular. Get it? I know, I'm clever. More on that after it's happened - it's likely to be a hit, like all of my gatherings.

I have a really bad habit of leaving things unfinished - it's something I'm trying to change. But I suppose now is as good a time as ever to touch on revelation #3 "If you throw a pirate party, don't be surprised when you wake up the next day and your house has been literally pillaged and plundered (and all the rum is gone)." What a strange revelation that doesn't really have anything to do with your ones, is what you might be thinking. Well... those of you who remember my very first post, it was right after my 24th birthday, which I celebrated by throwing a pirate party. Costumes, rum, pirate music, the works. And the revelation is pretty self-explanatory... I think we went through about 6 bottles of rum, on top of all the other liquor. There were swords and hats and eye patches and mustaches strewn about the next day. There was cake and frosting EVERYWHERE - seriously... on the bathroom wall and all over my kitchen cabinets, floor, and oven. I'd say if we were going for a realistic pirate theme, it was successful.

Okay, I'm sorry I don't have anything as exciting or as ridiculous as normal, but I'll work on that, I promise!

I'll leave you with this song for now, because it's perfect in every way.
From Finner - Of Monsters and Men

Toodles, Miss Georgia

If Something Seems Too Good to be True, It Probably Is.

     Oh, what a long evening behind the bar, but a reasonably pleasant anyway. When you have the right patrons at a bar, a work day never seems so bad. I'm so excited to have tomorrow afternoon to myself though! I have a massive to-do list with tasks ranging from laundry to organizing a new financial plan, painting my nails to reorganizing the kitchen - my to-do lists are always very ambitious.

     Where did I leave off, now? Meeting G.I. Joe and revelation #4, right? "It's okay if people were only meant to be in your life for a brief period of time for a very specific reason." It really is okay. The hard part is coming to terms with the fact that that's all it was meant to be. The hard part is knowing whether you're supposed to keep fighting or just gracefully let go. And I won't lie - I fought a little bit, enough to have won something that was meant to be fought for, but when I didn't win it I let go and accepted that I received the lesson I was supposed to learn and that it was time to move on.
     The story begins on a Saturday night. I was behind the bar and my friend, Andrea, and her husband, Dave, came in for dinner and a couple of drinks. At this point I'd been single for about a month and a half, and I really wasn't looking for anything in particular, but Dave always joked about me going out and meeting up with his "single army friends". I'm always down to meet new people and have some fun, and I'd been out with them before and had a blast so I said I would meet them in Aggieville after I got off work. Fast forward a few hours and I'm at one of my least favorite bars in the Ville with my roommate, Andrea, Dave, and two of Dave's coworkers - one of whom strikes up a conversation with me. This guy is wearing aviators in a bar at night - "what a douche," I'm thinking, "what a complete douche." But I'm not a bitch and there wasn't much else going on so I tell myself "why not" and give the guy a shot at entertaining me. Apparently he thought I was just another bimbo looking to be someone's trophy, because he wasn't expecting to have full on intelligent conversation with me. Let me just say, that's how I rope 'em in - charm, wits, honesty, and a few flutters of the lashes - works every time. I've never been the kind of girl who pretends to be someone else to impress people, I'm very much so "what you see is what you get;" it's always best to keep it real. So, after talking with this guy for a little while, I started to become internally conflicted. "Is this guy a total tool or does he just like to be stupid when he's had a few drinks?" By the end of the night we exchanged Facebooks (yeah, not phone numbers, Facebooks), and he and his roommate drifted off onto a dance floor while I sat at the bar enjoying my beer. I honestly thought nothing of the exchange at the time, but little did I know, this aviator-wearing douchebag would become the guy that made me realize how much I'm into those military uniforms...

     I don't want to get too carried away in one post, so you'll just have to wait. In the meantime, you guys should tell me what your to-do lists are looking like!

Sweet dream, friends! Until tomorrow,
Miss Georgia