Writers Block

So, since I've hit writers block (hence the title), I'm going to use this nifty "Blog Post Generator" a friend sent me and write about whatever pops up, even if it's silly. Ready. Set. Go.

Random Post #1: 5 Things That Irritate Me About Lemons (this will be quite difficult I think).

1. EVERY SINGLE TIME I pierce the lemon in any way, it gets in my eye. 
2. They make everything else taste sweet, even when I don't want it to. 
3. They're not peaches or mangoes.
4. They don't grow here.
5. Mars doesn't have lemons either. 

Random Post #2: Gender Issues That Suck

1. The Wage Gap - Seriously what's up with that?
2. Feminists- You want equal rights but still expect to be treated like a lady? Make up your damn mind. 
3. Domestic Violence- Based on a survey done in July 2000, there were an estimated 25,677,735 female victims versus the 7,327,092 male victims. Buff up ladies!
4. Gender Roles - Hey, it's part of life. Deal. 
5. Anti-Gay Marriage - Who. Fucking. Cares. If you're in love, you're in love. 
6. Death Row Penalty Men vs. Women - Nuff said.

Well... That felt more like homework, but ya know. Hopefully I'll come up with something more exciting to talk about next time!

A side note: these are just for fun, so no hate mail please and thank you. 

So, my favorite manager and the only good reason I even show up to work quit today... I kind of want to cry. If the replacement is as much of a bitch as my other manager, I'm likely to quit. Okay, probably not... but if I didn't need the transfer, I definitely would have quit today. Work is just going to be so awkward and not fun anymore. :(
But back to reality; I need to find a way to make absolute bank in about two months. Hit me with some ideas. I'm open to just about anything short of standing on the corner, so throw 'em at me!
Oh, and making meth is also out. I'm not very good at chemistry. (watching Breaking Bad right now).

And He Said That My Eyes Were Gleamin'

 I find myself restless at approximately 11:19 PM due to something on my mind that needs attention.

The majority of my posts relate to me giving out my advice to matters that I feel are relatable, but what if I personally need advice? Will my followers be there to guide me? I suppose i'll find out.

A few days ago, I posted about love and telling people how you feel no matter what, but this poses a problem for me at times because I am most often not good at putting my feelings to words in a way that makes sense. To me, actions do speak louder than words but what if you don't have the power to use actions at this moment and have to resort to words? I find that my thoughts through words lack meaning when it comes to my love life.  I'm going to try my absolute best and i'm going to be absolutely honest even if it sounds ridiculous. I've been known to be ridiculous. Here it goes:

If this person were to write a book entitled, "how to make a girl fall for you in one date", they would receive a Grammy Award. And yes, they don't typically give those out for books, so this is a big deal.
This person confuses me in the best way possible. In a way that makes me scared but fearless at the same exact time.
This person is constantly fluttering from beneath the lids of my eyes making it difficult to sleep, but easy to day dream for hours on end, no matter the time.
This person makes me feel like I'm watching a private showing of a Disney movie; starring him and myself.
This person makes me half expect fireworks to miraculously appear before me every time our fingers brush.
They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder; Is that all this is, or is it more?
And who are "they" anyway?

Okay, so I can be a bit dramatic on top of ridiculous, but you get the point. Advice anyone?

And if this person is a follower of mine, I do apologize for possibly scaring you as well. Simply pretend we're in middle school and consider this a "secret admirer" note, only not so secret and not scribbled in poor hand writing with a sparkly gel pen.

Sincerely,
The most forward girl on the face of the earth

Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

Ranting about my job

I've come to the conclusion that my manager is satan in flip flops. I'm not even kidding. Here's a list of things I did wrong during a 5 hour period:

• Ringing the door bell twice. Sorry but I felt that it was necessary to ring it a second time seeing as if I waited any longer after the first I would've been late. 
• Telling a girl that we're hiring. Apparently we only accept applications from people who look like Victorias Secret models and have an IQ score of 25. 
• Not getting a 4 hour job done in 30 minutes. 
• Doing a 4 hour job in 2 hours but it didn't look "perfect". If you want it to look perfect than let me take the time to do it like it says on the write-up. 
• Forgetting a sensor on a sweater and a fragrance out of the 4 heaping bags that a woman purchased. It's an honest mistake. Who buys 57 sweaters anyway?
• Wouldn't work another extra shift because I didn't have money to eat. Sorry, but I can't go more than a few hours without eating or I have a seizure. Next time i'll plan on blacking out at work; that's my favorite.  
• Got checked out by her boyfriend while leaving the store. This is really out of my hands and frankly, thats your problem if your boyfriend checks out other women in front of you, no need to yell at me because of it. I'm also not interested in 30-something year olds. 

Reasons I stay working here:

• We only accept applications from people who look like Victorias Secret models. Sure it's unfair, but I certainly won't complain about having attractive co-workers. 
• It's always toasty, smells delicious, and I get to pretend it's summer every day while staring at the Huntington Beach surf cam. 
• It's the closest thing I have to being a stylist. 
• I can sing as loud as I want because the music literally vibrates the room. 

Come To Baby Do

A great amount of my friends look to me for advice, not on practical matters, but their love lives. I don't pretend to know anything about love, but after much thinking, here's what I do know:

• Sometimes you just need someone to tell you, "everything's gonna be okay". You think you need someone to hold you up, but you really just need reassurance, no matter who it's from. 
• I think everyone has a mental list of their "perfect mate", but sometimes you have to give to receive. Unfortunately things don't roll out on a red carpet like your favorite Disney movie. Your dream man or woman is not going to just show up at your doorstep and decide they love you. Really. I mean it. 
• Don't hold back your feelings. I'm tired of everyone's bullshit excuse, "well I don't know if he/she likes me yet". Well find out! Tell them how you feel. The worst that can happen is that they don't feel the same way, and if that's whats scaring you; Do you really want to be in a false relationship anyway?
• Don't worry about being nervous. Butterflies are perfectly normal and so are: tripping over your own feet, running your words together, racing hearts, sweaty palms, etc. Those are the good moments and they happen to everyone. EMBRACE IT. 
• Let it be. Go with your gut and don't over think everything. The things that often run through our minds, "I shouldn't like them this much already, should I?", "Okay, first date was great. Wait... What does that mean?", "Is it weird that i'm imagining our one-year anniversary right now?", etc. CALM DOWN. If you like them, then go for it. Just to be safe though, don't start planning your first borns name just yet. 
• Patience is a virtue. Yes, I know that's the one piece of advice that everyone pushes to the back of their minds, but when it comes to love, shouldn't it be worth the wait? There are no short cuts to places worth going. 
• Decide whether it's "a love" you want or simply to "be loved". There is a difference. Just being with someone to occupy your time so you don't feel lonely isn't love. Being with someone because they're the only one you want to be with IS. 
• Love yourself before you love others. Seriously, it's a piece of cake. No, bake yourself a cake. Pick a side of your favorite ice cream and perhaps a nice glass of Chardonnay. Take a bubble bath. Dance around the house naked (or in your best underwear). The possibilities are endless. You CAN reach nirvana wearing just socks. 
• It's okay to want the Cinematic romance and the grand gestures. I know for a fact that i'm not the only one who wishes my life was like a romantic comedy. It may not be exactly like you imagine, but that moment is worth waiting for. Don't just settle. Soar. Set your sights just a little high, and you'll be surprised with the outcome. Chivalry is most certainly not dead; open your eyes a bit wider. 

Additions? Comments? Throw 'em at me. 

Stop Me And Steal My Breath

Just got back from vacation in Chicago; and yes i'm aware that I was just on vacation a couple weeks ago as well. It was much needed, which slightly worries me. Since birth, I've moved around about once every year, and I feel that I've developed a habit for it. As easy as it is to just start over, I can't help but see it as a bad habit. In a way though, I think thats what makes me who I am. I like to be free. Perhaps I should look into investing in a house-boat?
Back to the original topic: I had a wonderful time and look forward to my next vacation, which is approximately 4 weeks away. Ahhh yeah :)

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not.

I have not written in a few weeks and that is because I just got back from my vacation in Florida! Now, because St. Valentine's Day is coming up, I thought I would post some V-Day traditions as well as history of it's birth (there are varying stories).
St. Valentine's Day started during the Roman Empire and was a holiday to honor Juno, the Queen of the Roman Gods and Goddesses. The lives of boys and girls were very nearly always separate, except on this day at the celebration, the boys would draw a name of a girl with whom he would spend the remainder of the night with. Later, the Christian Church in Rome took up this holiday in honor of Saint Valentine, the patron saint of lovers. Another story tells that St. Valentine, a Roman who was martyred for not giving up his Christianity, and died on February 14, 269 AD, after leaving a farewell note to a woman signed, "From your valentine".

A Few Traditions:

• The first Valentine's Day cards are given credit to Miss Esther Howland, who is named the mother of American Valentine's Day cards.
• Hundreds of years ago in England, children would dress up as adults as go caroling. One verse they would sings is: "Good morning to you, Valentine; curl your locks as I do mine-- Two before and three behind. Good morning to you, Valentine."
• Like the Roman tradition, in the Middle Ages, young men and women would draw a heart with their Valentines name on it and wear it on their sleeve for a week. (which now means it's easy to read your emotions).
• In some countries a woman may receive a gift of clothing from a man; should she decide to keep it, means that she will marry him.
• It is said that if a woman sees a robin flying over head on V-Day it means you will marry a sailor. If a sparrow, she will marry a poor man but be very happy. If a goldfinch, she will marry a wealthy man. 
• Valentines Day is the day to look for a date, based on the English custom stating that birds find their mates on February 14th. 
• Before the 16th Century, gloves were worn exclusively by men. On Valentine's Day, if a woman went up to a man and said "Good-morrow Valentine, I go today; to wear for you what you must pay; a pair of gloves next Easter day" he would have to buy her a pair of gloves to wear on Easter.
• In the 1700's, rural Englishwomen would pin bay leaves to each corner of their pillows, as well as one in the middle, in hopes that on the eve of Valentine's Day their future husbands would appear to them in a dream.
• In the 19th century, because it is said that on the Leap Year a woman can propose marriage, if a man received a Valentine on the Leap Year, he could trace it through the mail and would be entitled to accept her assumed proposal if she could provide proof that she was able to manage a modern mansion on her own.