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Ekstasis

 

It’s me and my troupe. Woo hoo. Just me and troupe. Just me and troupe. Just me and troupe.
( I was channeling Tupac there. Sorry.)

Anyway, we have to get our arses in gear with choreography. There’s a hafla coming up and the one newest sloooooow song is in dire need of moves.

Oh AND we’re seeing Beats Antique on 4/20– which is AWESOME because our first piece ever was/is to their song, “Beauty Beats.”

Anyway, this is us. Belly dancing is love… and weight-loss motivation– even moreso than gyaru fashion.

Work it… Work it…

I’m getting so much better at belly dancing! Woo hoo. I need to be consistent with exercising and not just dancing, but I’m workin on it! My veil work is sloppy , but my footwork is way better. I’m so proud! I still can’t camelwalk for crap– well technically I can do it until the left leg moves forward. Xavier looks at me like I’m crazy when I do it. He tries to hold onto my legs. Actually, he does that no matter what I’m doing. Kids.

Man, I’m so sleepy. It’s hard out here for a  bear.

Oh! It also must go on the record that I’ve been in touch with some friends I hadn’t seen or spoken to in like 6 or 7 years.  The first is Chase– this nuggah just fell off the face of the planet. I saw him at David’s birthday party back in November.  The next is Ariel. The former BFF and I are on happy terms again as of a couple of months ago. Lastly there’s Lance, Kyle, Angel and David (Bravo). After all the drama with David its surprising that we were able to hang out even in a group situation, but we’ve both grown up. It’s been 7 years and I’d recently decided to be over the craziness anyway. Oddly enough, I’m happy to see everyone, but I’m still cautious. At the same time, it’ll be nice to FINALLY have people who actually want to do the things I’m interested in doing.

Stuff x10

Wow. It’s been ages since I posted here. Autumn was a busy season. As was winter I suppose.  I guess I’ll make a list.

  • I went to Key West, FL with Erik, Xav and my in-laws. It was great and I was sad to leave. I think that’s the perfect place for us.
  • I’ve been in touch with my old BFF Ariel and it’s been great.
  • Item number two has shown me how much I miss other people (only a few) and that’s kind of sad because I never stopped talking to them. People just drift apart.
  •  I’ve finally cleared out enough soap stock that I can make some more. I’m happy about this.
  • I have my sewing machine back and have started to crochet again.
  • My hair is braided again. Purple in the front makes me happy.
  • I have always fiddled with bellydancing, esp since I dance mostly from my hips, but now I’ve been encouraged to get out of the damned house and take a class. So I will. I start Saturday.
  •  I got a B in Creative Writing last semester. My teacher said I’m really great at writing dialogue and making good characters.She reccommended I take fiction and screenwriting courses and I think I’ll listen throughout my next few semesters.
  • Today starts Spring semester. I’m taking another English (non-creative), World Religion (!), CIS class I need to test out of, and I can’t remember the fourth class again. WTF?!
  • I have a super fun photoshoot on 1/31 and cant wait to get back in the studio!
  • Lastly, I’m really happy with life in general and glad I didn’t number this list. I will not go back and check to see how many bullets I have. I’m fighting my odd/even OCD.

Blah

I’m so sick of so-called friends blowing me off when I need them. Let’s make it clear that I hardly ask anyone for help. Mainly because I’m stubborn, but also because I don’t wanna be a burden. And my wedding list is very VERY tight. Of the 50 guests, 20 are friends and their significant others. I took one person off who’d been my friend for ages yet doesn’t think I’m worth talking to over a fucking shower even I didn’t feel like going to. I can only apologise for something so stupid a couple of times before saying fuck it. Now another friend pulls out of the wedding last night for a super last minute work thing. I don’t buy it coming from the same person who offered to help me move only to ignore my 2 calls, texts and instant messages. There’s no way he didn’t get them but I let it go. But this is my wedding now. It’s one of those things that are bullshit except for the people you have there to enjoy it with. So yes I’m annoyed about the money that may as well have just gone into a paper-shredder, but what I’m more annoyed with is the fact that it was reserved for closest friends but people sure have been lacking.

Let’s see, I never go anywhere or do anything, but when I do, I invite people. I plan ahead and that’s good for some and not for others. I think it’s great that these people go out to dinners, the beach, etc and don’t feel the desire to invite me. I have learned my lesson. That whole friends = family thing dies once you stop going to a club regularly. So to hell with it.

Mind “Bottling”

Sometimes I get annoyed with myself over things that bother me. There’s things that happen that don’t go away, but are dealt with. That’s why people have PTSD and develop social disorders. It’s a shame when you’re in the right rational mind to KNOW that lightning doesn’t have to strike twice. It’s just hard to get the emotional mind that point sometimes. Like how I don’t walk over the grates on the sidewalk because I had a nightmare that I fell in one, broke my ankle, was trapped and died. I tripped over my own feet once and stumbled onto one– causing an embarrassing anxiety issue. That was the only time I was actively afraid I was definitely going to fall in. Most times I’m just like, “Ahhh don’t walk on that!”

Anyway. There’s a couple of things in my life I’d like to forget so I can feel like an undamaged parcel. I feel like I’m always being careful and it takes so much energy sometimes. I don’t like feeling this way. It makes me want to go back on meds but I really don’t want to. I don’t want to be a person who needs to be medicated. I want that PTSD pill. Or hypnosis. Bah.