twentysomething woes

gratitude attitude

So, I’ve realized these last few months that my focus has really started to circle around a lot of the negative aspects in my life as opposed to the positive. I realize this is happening because I’m not completely happy with the place I am in personally, so, as human nature would have it (or maybe its the Aries slash perfectionist in me), my mind constantly goes to the things that may be WRONG as opposed to RIGHT in my life. It look a little somebody by the name of Oprah Winfrey to help me realize this. I know, I know. So cliche. OPRAH. Whose life hasn’t she affected at some point or the other, right? No, but for real…

Anyone remember the gratitude books she coined 15 years ago on her show? You were supposed to keep a daily journal on the little things in your day to day that you were thankful for. Back in 1997, that sort of thing seemed like a waste of time to me. I was a freshman in High School. I didn’t see the “bigger picture” (or cared to), then. I guess it takes a little more life experience to understand the magnitude of something like the bigger picture. I get it now.

So, here I am. Blogging about it. Granted, Tumblr probably wasn’t the type of journal Oprah had in mind, but I think that its the perfect outlet for this sort of project. I DO have a lot that I am thankful for daily, despite the bigger picture. The bigger picture is not what keeps us going day to day. It’s the little things. The compliment on my outfit this morning. The sweet kisses from my pup. The laughs my Mom and I shared on the phone last night. I get it.

So, that being said, I’m going to start documenting these daily bits of gratitude here. Hopefully you all don’t mind. Maybe it will help some of you recognize that this life really is pretty great after all.

So, cheers to the attitude of gratitude. Thanks, Oprah!

30.

You know what’s crazy? I’m going to be 30 in two months. My life has already started to flash before my eyes and I’m slightly freaked out. I realize I have been totally absent from this blog for the past year or so, but I’d say the big THREE-OH requires a resurrection from the bloggers-graveyard to “commemorate” this terrifying occasion. I’m trying to get in that “its just a number” mindset, but Jesus Christ, it’s a scary ass number. So big. So intimidating. So…ugly. I guess I have this notion that women are suddenly significantly less desirable once they hit 30. Is it my head? 29 just sounds better. Looks better on paper, too. 30 is officially big girl territory. No more doing stupid things and justifying them because I’m “young and living out my 20’s.” No more no more relying on Mom and Dad. This is it. Its all downhill from here. My boobs, the bags under my eyes, my metabolism. Good lord.

With the big day coming up, I suppose I’d have to change my blog name. No longer are my woes that of a young 20Something. It’s only fair, right? ThirtySomethingWoes sounds even more depressing than the actual number. Dirty Thirty? Flirty Thirty? Gross. Fuck it. I have two months left. I’ll worry about it then.

dear blog

Dear BLOG,

I’m so sorry I’ve neglected you recently. I haven’t forgotten about you. In fact, you cross my mind at times and I’m reminded how much I miss you, but I just don’t know what to say to you right now. I have no thoughts, no news, no rants and raves to bitch to you about. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero. My life right now is pretty slow and pretty boring. I guess that’s a good thing, but I know you’ve missed me. I promise I’ll try harder but sometimes distance just makes the heart grow a little fonder. Don’t you agree?  

Don’t forget about me, either. I’ll be back as soon I’ve got something juicy for you. It’ll be good, too. I promise.

 Love your faithful friend,

TwentySomethingWoes

Bloody Encounter

I went to get some blood drawn today and there is a guy that works there who always hits on me. I’m NOT interested. I frequent that particular lab every 4 months or so and he’s been there the past two times. First of all, let me just say I think it’s very unprofessional to hit on customers. Especially in an environment like that. I mean, I’m getting poked with a freakin’ needle and urinating in a Styrofoam cup and you’re saying I’m cute and asking if I’m married.  Talk about weird.

Then it got me thinking. Would I mind getting hit on if the lab technician was totally cute? Probably not. I also probably wouldn’t have lied and said I was “practically married” when Lord knows I’m just about as single as can be.

Paging Dr. McDreamy, Paging Edward Cullen… Please, someone other than THAT GUY, come and take my blood.

hey boys. do this.

Dear Boys, If you want to do something sweet that is cheap and will absolutely melt a girl’s heart, buy them some flowers. BETTER YET, SEND them some flowers. As in delivery. Yes, old skool.  I guarantee you, you’ll get super bonus points. What is it about flowers that girls love so much? I’ll tell you what it is. It’s a gesture that has been around for hundreds of years and us girls simply appreciate the chivalry. In a time where texting is the new “courting,” this small but meaningful act can go a long way.  Now, who wants to send me some? I’m not picky. I love them all. =)

I think I have ADD

Is it possible to develop ADD as an adult? I think I have it. Self diagnosed, that is.

I never used to have ADD. I used to be able to sit down and write a 20 page paper in like 3 hours in college. It was so easy to just “get in the zone” and focus. Not so much now. Not at all. Now, my mind is constantly in a million places at once and not because I have a million things going on either. I might have 2 or 3 things going on, but never a million. Thank GOD never a million. I might be suicidal if that were the case. 

I also procrastinate a lot. I think this probably goes hand in hand with ADD. Sometimes I tell my brain, “Brain! Just DO THE DAMN THING ALREADY AND STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!” My brain never listens. Bad brain.

There might be too many distractions going on while I’m trying to get something done. This is a typical day in the life of my brain:

Oh, gotta check my Facebook.
NO! Work on the marketing proposal. Its due on Thursday, you only have 2 days left.
Let me go on Twitter real quick.
NO! THE PROPOSAL!
But, I have a great idea for a blog post on Tumblr. That date I went on last week was just….
STOP! YOU FOOL. FOCUS.
Oh, Mom just emailed me asking for that ceviche recipe. Where the heck did I put that thing?
SERIOUSLY?
Fuck! I forgot that my credit card payment was due yesterday. OMG, I don’t even want to think about the late fee…
YOU suck balls, I hate you.

And so you have it. Officially ADD. Now what was working on before I started this damn blog? Oh yeah, the marketing proposal.

FML

tough town

I read an article the other day in the Huffington Post that was interesting to me, but yet not very surprising. Some guy, Dr. Ali Binazir (and I apologize Dr. Ali,  I don’t know who you are or what your “cred” is) wrote an article titled, “Is Los Angeles the toughest town for Singles?”

 The answer is: YES! Thank you for analyzing the question and putting it into article form. Finally, after years of discussing this very thing and these very points with my girlfriends, it’s nice to see our thoughts published. And by a GUY of all people. I’m glad that A. I’m not crazy. B. I’m not anti-social. C. I’m not ugly. (I’m not… RIGHT?)

 I began to wonder these things about myself since living here the past 5 years. Dating here sucks, but I feel a little relieved that so many people think the same thing. I love you LA, but you’re a tough town, man.

 So, what do I do now? Start a Facebook group on how George Clooney needs to date me. No SERIOUSLY! May as well aim high, right? JOIN THE DAMN GROUP.

bucket list

I’ve always wanted to create a bucket list, but I’ve never actually taken the time to sit down and write out all of the things I want to do and accomplish in my lifetime. In recent deep thoughts about the current state of my life (see previous blog post “More to Life” http://twentysomethingwoes.tumblr.com/post/872295258/more-to-life) I’ve decided that now is the perfect time to write this list of bucket. Sure, some of these things are pretty unrealistic, but it’s a wish list of sorts and I definitely dream big.

1. Own my own company and be my own boss. (This WILL happen, by the way.) I refuse to work for “the man” my whole life. Time to put all my wacky, brainy ideas to good use.

2. Learn to play the piano. Always wanted to do it. Just need the patience and a good teacher. And maybe longer fingers. Ay!

3. Learn to play the guitar. (See #2)

4. Travel the world for a year. Greece, Spain, Ireland, Italy, Japan, Hawaii, French Polynesia, Brazil, Australia, just to name a few. 

5. Explore my family tree. One of my Aunt’s did some research years ago when I was very young. I think it is important to learn where I came from. Afterall, it made me who I am today!

6. Get in crazy shape. Ehhh kind of weird to include on a bucket list, but hey, it IS something I want to do. I can’t wait for the day when I call the gym my BFF. And I rock a teeny bikini.

7. Sing with one of my idols. Whether it be a duet or on freakin’ backup vocals, I want to sing with one of my musical inspirations. Remember when one of Oprah’s wildest dreams was to sing with Tina Turner? That’s totally me. Minus the Tina part. Tina is cool and has some rockin’ legs, but I think Alicia Keys or John Mayer is more up my alley.

8. Learn how to build a website. That is the tech geek in me. Hey, I’ve always wanted to learn!

9. Help homeless animals. Whether it be volunteering at a shelter or owning my own shelter one day, I want to help my furry four legged friends.

10. Learn a different language. Those 4 years of Spanish in high school did nothing for me =(

11. Swim with the Dolphins. Just because its hella cool.

12. Go deep sea fishing with my Dad. Because we both love to fish.

13. Record an album. Just for fun.

14. Own a house with a killer patio and pool. Because I love sweet patios and pools!

15. Buy land. Hey, I said I dream big.

16. Meet Alicia Keys, George Clooney and Prince. Because I love them all.

17. Live in Nashville for awhile. This city just seems so fuckin’ cool. And I want to be a country girl for a short part of my life. Just a short part though! ;-)

18. Dance in the rain. Preferably in Paris.

19. Learn to make homemade sushi. I am a sushi addict.

20. Buy a house in the same city as me for my parents. Because living 2,000 miles away from them now is way too hard!

21. Fall in love. REAL LOVE.

(Note: I may be editing this and adding to it later.)

PUGs

Went out the other night to a bar. Errrr, lounge. Whatever the kids are calling it these days. I encountered something that night that I’ve encountered on numerous occasions. Numerous meaning almost every time I go for a night on the town.  If you are a relatively cute single girl, you probably know what I’m talking about.

The persistent ugly guy. The PUGs.

Why are the ugly and often weird guys the ones with the most balls? They are always trying to get their hustle on at the bars with the ladies, and with all the confidence in the world, mind you. Let’s be honest. We all KNOW they probably get rejected more times in a night than they would like to account for, but they just keep a ’treckin’. I at least admire their tenacity and efforts. It can’t be easy.

Let’s not forget one thing here.  It’s not like these particular PUGs are charming or even hold a decent conversation. If they were, I would have no qualms about chatting for a bit. I might even consider giving out my number if we really hit it off. I’m not THAT much of a shallow bitch. But these dudes are just lame, creepy and FAR too persistent than I want ANY guy that I just meet to be. No girl wants to be proposed to 30 seconds into our conversation UNLESS you are Brad Pitt, John Stamos or Mr. Johnney Mayer. (Note my previous blog posts for these celeb hottie references. Ha.)

What I really want to know about these PUGs is, are you trying just for the sake of trying? Like a, “Ehhh, what do I have to lose” type thing? Or do you genuinely think you can score that 10 of a babe in the corner you keep eying who is clearly out of your league?

Look, I’m no Kim Kardashian, I know this,  but sometimes it’s a bit of an ego blow when the only guys that seem to approach me are the PUGs. I’m not all that, but I know that me and you, Mr. PUG, are not on the same level. Not trying to be a conceited bitch, I’m just stating the obvious.

Meanwhile, the tall dark and handsome hottie at 2’oclock holding the beer has probably never hit on a girl in his life. He doesn’t need to because the ladies make it easy and come to him. He’s never had to work for it, which is why he thinks he’s God’s gift to women. He’s just as much trouble. Damn him too, that HEG. Hot, Egotistical Guy.

And this is why I rarely go out anymore, kids. =)