Based on a Totally True Story/Painting of Midlo.

Thursday I drove home for the Holiday:

Uhhm....I think...Well...I don't know. I'm not sure if I'm going the right way.

What do you see?

Well...uhm...okay...OH...There's an adult video store, a motel, and some run down car lots...

Is there a Jesus store anywhere?

Uhh...hmm....OH...For Love of Jesus Thrift Store!

YOU'RE ON THE RIGHT TRACK!

Hangovers and Haircuts.

Last night I went out with some friends of mine to a bar for some drinks and the like.

I talked to one about marriage and we both agreed how incredibly weird it is that so many people we know - people our age - are jumping into it. We also talked about some couples we know who are attached at the hip, and how we miss them as individuals sometimes.

Anyway, the first bar we were in was incredibly crowded, yet incredibly lackluster. An awful combination, so we moved to another one just up the street in hopes that the karaoke atmosphere of this bar would liven things up some.

Again- incredibly crowded. One of my friends got thrown up on within our first two minutes there. We continued drinking.

As I pushed my way past people in hopes of getting to the bathroom downstairs, I was stopped by a guy who asked me if I wanted a "free beer." Now - there is a part of me that virtually never says no to anything free - especially booze. However, there is also a part of me that did not want to deal with this person so I pretended that it was too loud for me to hear him. I then smiled, shrugged my shoulders, and continued on my way.

Returning from the bathroom, free beer guy meets me at the top of the stairs.

"So, do you want that free shot?"

Shot?... I decide to take this new offer. Waiting at the bar, he tells me his name, how very Catholic he is, how his brother is in Italy, how Catholic everyone in Italy is- blah, blah - that he talked to me because I had nice skin. He tells me to wait at the bar because he needs his friend to come over and pay. He can't pay. I am officially over this mission of free drink. He leaves. I decide not to waste any more of my time. I order my own drink and head back to my friends.

He finds me again. He introduces me to his sugar daddy friend, who in all respect, was actually quite nice.

Anyway - free beer guy loses all sense of tact/class at this point.

"DO YOU WANNA GO AND SMOKE WITH US?!"

No.

"OH-ARE YOU COMING BACK TO MY HOUSE?"

No.

Keep in mind, he yelled these kinds of things out to me as I was in the middle of talking to the people I actually knew. Like, every few seconds - out of nowhere- from roughly three or four, possibly five feet away.

Oh and also - he had slightly lazy eyes that pointed out...just thought I'd throw that out there.

Anyway, I talked to his friend about Greece and French films for a hot second before the bar closed.

Went home with my friends. Too drunk to drive. Stole friend's bed after he stole the couch from me.

THENIWOKEUPANDGOTACUTANDCOLORTHATISGLORIOUS.

END.

A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous.

I saw Coco Avant Chanel the other day. I was quite disappointed. Audrey Tautou was fabulous, of course, but I wanted to see more strength in the depiction of Coco, rather than such a heavy focus on men in her life. I wanted to see her build an empire and change the world, rather than watch her have weird romances with rich or married men - which is fine and all, I just wish that it hadn't been such a main focus in this film.

The cool thing about seeing this film though is that I had never been to the theatre is was showing in before. It was quite lovely and very small-showing only two movies. It is known for showing less mainstream films, and I will definitely go there again. It sits on a little corner on a hill and is so small, yet so cozy. Something about it is just very, very pretty and nice.

Spinster? Old maid? Hermit? Recluse?

Why does society condemn the idea of being alone? Especially a woman being alone? You must find a companion. A soul mate. The love of your life. It's embedded in us from the time we're born. Nearly every movie or song centers around the idea of relationships and love. Even movies depicting strong women - women who have changed history- never fail to include a love story of some kind.

And I'm sick of it.

I want to see a film or read a book or hear a song that has nothing to do with love in that way. That does not objectify love. I want to see a woman rise above and beat the odds, form an empire, and all those things withOUT a lover being involved. I want to see just her. And I want to be just her.

Something has changed within me in the past five years. Growing up I vowed never to marry or have a boyfriend. I was content with having adventures, creating, and playing alone. Not to say I didn't have friends. I just didn't feel as desperate as I do now. Ever since entering college I have been on the hunt for love, and obsessed with the idea of perfect love. After a few trials, tribulations, and heartbreaks I see that this is terrible and I must move forward now.

And that is the point of this blog. I'm sick of being told by society and the media that to be alone is to be weird. That to be alone means sadness...that you'll end up old with no one to take care of you.

I want to stand up on my own and explore the world on my terms. I have so many things I want to do and see, but not many seem to share an interest. SO - I am going to do them - on my own!

Everyday (or nearly everyday) I am going to do something for myself, by myself. This isn't to say that I will purposely avoid my friends or refuse to make new ones along the way with this project. It just means if I want to do something, then I'm going to do it - with or without you. :)