Woot! Woot! Alex, Shannon and I all crossed this puppy off our lists with the midnight premiere of... Breaking Dawn 2! Yes, yes... for those of you who don't know yet, I am, in fact, a Twilight fan. All judgement aside, these movies are great movies, period. And this last one was EPIC. I honestly loved it and was so happy I held out for this movie for my goal. It was so stupid-good!
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We have all arrived! Shannon first, Alex second with blankets and warm gear, myself last bearing gifts of Chipotle (and seriously worried I was going to get mauled by Twilight fans over yummy goodness). Thankfully no one jumped me for my veggie bowl!
Then it started to (california)rain and we were not happy (Alex especially).
Moments later we were whisked into the theatre, snagged some seriously awesome seats and waiting patiently-and awake! thanks to some Starby's double shot cans-for our movie to begin!
Post-Flick Photo! Seriously happy over how the movie turned out, lets watch it again!
You will fall in love with someone who annoys you, whose orgasm face looks and feels pathetic. Despite all of this, there’s something keeping you drawn to them, something that makes you want to protect them from the harsh world. What you fail to realize, however, is that you are the harsh world. You aren’t their noble protector — you are someone to be protected from but it takes a lot of dates, a lot of nights where you question whether or not you are actually a good person, for this to ever resonate with you. When it’s over and whatever love is left is put back in the fridge like a sad plate of leftovers, you will finally understand that you have the power to hurt someone. You can either hurt them or love them and it’s up to you to decide what kind of role you would like to take on in future relationships. What feels more comfortable — being the one who loves more or being the one who’s loved less?
You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win. And when we lose, when we realize we couldn’t get what we ultimately desired from a person, it makes us feel like a failure and erases all the memories of those who loved us in the past. It’s a permanent smudge on your love resume.
You will fall in love with someone for one night and one night only. They’ll come to you when you need them and be gone in the morning when you don’t. At first, this will make you feel empty and you’ll try to convince yourself that you could’ve loved this person for longer than a night, but you can’t. Some people are just meant to make cameo appearances, some are destined to be a pithy footnote. That’s okay though. Not every person we love has to stick around. Sometimes it’s better to leave while you’re still ahead. Sometimes it’s better to leave before you get unloved.
You will fall in love with the old couple down the street because to you they represent the impossible: a stable, long-lasting love. You’re trying to get someone to like you for more than ten minutes. A monogamous “never get sick of ya” love seems unfathomable. “What’s your secret, sir? Do you just say yes a lot?”
You will fall in love with smells, the good and the bad kind. You will want to wear your lovers shirt because it makes you feel close to them and you’re okay with being that PYSCHO who is legitimately sniffing their shirt in public. You will fall in love with sweat, certain perfumes, the smell of the season in which you fell in love. This particular love smells like fall. It smells like Halloween and a roaring fire and leaves and fog and mist and candy and food and family and whiskey and sex and the lint that collects on sweaters. When it ends, if it ends, you will never experience another fall without thinking of him, her, it. The memories will stick to the ground like a mound of leaves and will only dissipate when the weather drops.
You will fall in love with your friends. Deep, passionate love. You will create a second family with them, a kind of tribe that makes you feel less vulnerable. Sometimes our families can’t love us all the time. Sometimes we’re born into families who don’t know how to love us properly. They do as much as they can but the rest is up to our friends. They can love you all the time, without judgement. At least the good ones can.
This is where I’m supposed to tell you that you will fall in love with The One, a person who isn’t too cold or too nice. Their “O” face is perfectly fine and they’re not afraid to show how much they love you. This person is supposed to wait for us at the end of the twentysomething road as some kind of reward for all the heartache and loneliness. We deserve them. We’ve earned this kind of love.
So fine. You’re going to fall in love with The One. You’re going to fall in love with someone who will make sense beyond college or a job or a particular season. They’ll make sense forever and won’t ever want to leave you behind. I’m telling you this not because it’s true but because it NEEDS to be true. Everyone is entitled to this kind of love, so why not? Have it. It’s yours. Blow out the candles on your 30th birthday, holding their hand, and let out an exhale that’s been waiting for ten years. Do it. Now.
I've had a hand full of friends over the past year tell me how good, awesome, addicting, edge-of-your-couch, best dramz ever to watch on TV Breaking Bad is. Sadly I never even attempted to watch it considering I had all these other shows I was already committed to. I simply didn't have time to commit myself to a whole other cast and show. But after having moved out and left without a DVR, a lot of my shows were left behind - ergo more time for awesome ass shows like this.
And so it began (nearly two years after being moved out) on July 27th I started Season 1, Episode 1 (thanks, Netflix).
Two quick days later, I was done with Season 1.
Feeling slightly disgusted with my lazy ass for sitting watching hours of TV instead of doing something outside of my apartment and off my couch, I stopped Facebooking my progress. Let's face it. At that point it's not exactly something to brag about.
As I'm writing this I've already finished Season 3 (holy shit, season finale was insaaane!). And by the time this is goes live in my blog feed, I'm probably well into Season 4... orrr possibly finished. >eeks< What the hell am I going to do when it's all over?? I'm not sure if I can wait for Season 5 to be on Netflix, may have to hustle down some online versions so I can catch up and watch it live.
On that note... Hats off to all you die hard Breaking Bad fans. I can't imagine waiting week after week, year after year, for each episode and season to premiere. As soon as an episode ends, I'm checking the clock and doing calculations for how many hours of sleep I can go without and still be alive for work the next day. At this point, I'm in love and I don't want to think about not having instant gratification. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Now! The question I really want to know is, who is your favorite character??
Mine...
Jesse Pinkman... BITCH!
Why he's my fave you ask... well here are a few quotes:
Gatorade me bitch!
I'm a blowfish, yeeeah blowfishing this up!
Like I came to you, begging to cook meth. ‘Oh, hey, nerdiest old dude I know, you wanna come cook crystal?’ Please. I’d ask my diaper-wearing granny, but her wheelchair wouldn’t fit in the RV.
This my own private domicile, and I will not be harassed... bitch!
So, roll me further bitch!
And then of course there's this face. Tell me he isn't sexy:
While I'm not watching as much as I'd like, I did spend most of my Saturday watching the Summer Olympics. So many great athletes! I seriously wish I could watch every second of it so I can catch moments like these...
My lovely friend Madalyn over at From These Lips has reminded me at least ten times this week how long it's been since I've blogged. Then today when she said, "U HAVE NOT BLOGGED SINCE MAY?!?!?!! shame on you" that is when I went fuck. So consider this my public message that I'm coming back. And to prove that I haven't been completely living in a hole the past 7 weeks, ouch. Here are 7 of my latest saved and favorited photos for your enjoyment. Missed you!
While forgetting I shattered my ankle skateboarding at 16, this photo reminded me incredibly how adorable tom boy babies are.
Such a blue-eyed beaut. Reminds me of Mickey Blue Eyes, the puppy we had in our family for such a short time before realizing our apartment has banned these cuties.
This goal used to say, "Go to Disneyland (Me, Danny, Alex & David), but with ticket prices increasing and money-to-spend decreasing, we decided to revise this to a simple double date. One spontaneous Sunday I convinced this pack of awesome friends to go see Hunger Games, then my sister suggested we snag some dinner beforehand and the next thing ya know it, we realized we just planned the best DZP-double-date eva!
Never short of awesome attempts to document DZP fun.
Shout out to my sister for getting me hooked on the Hunger Games. That was the best series of non-chick-lit books I've ever read. As many of you avid-Hunger Game-readers may agree, the movie simply did not meet my expectations. *sad face* The whole movie felt rushed and underacted. I didn't feel the raw desperation that I felt so clearly throughout the books. That intense need to survive was completely lost in my opinion. I hope the rest of the movies are significantly better. I look forward to finding out.
Spontaneity is probably one of the top sought after qualities people aim to be in their daily lives. The structure of having a continuous routine can make people koo-koo and therefore have this desire to break away from the monotony and just do somethin' crazay!
That, is not what I did.
I didn't set this goal because I'm too rigid and structured. While some may argue that my planning side definitely can come out more often than my spontaneous side, I am by far one of the lesser rigid members of Orange County. And with completing this goal, spontaneity kicked structure's ass!
And this is what happened...
Back story #1: Life is fucking hard. Period. Everyone knows it, and believe me! I know I'm not the only one fighting. Everyone is struggling with something. We're all fighting through bumps in the road to achieve an over-arching goal... whether it be finding that perfect career, the blissful relationship, that adorably-put-together-home, the bestest friends, the sweetest and most supportive family and the cutest pets. We're all going through life to reach that perfect plateau.
Through that bumpy road, some of those bumps are big, some of those valleys are low, and it can feel so hard and borderline unbearable.
Some days I find myself having to talk myself out of bed. Push myself to be presentable and not just a lazy mess. I'm literally giving myself a pep talk in the shower on most days, and praying so hard for positivity to push me through the day.
I can proudly say I get the job done, and by the time I'm standing in front of the barista at Starbucks, my coworkers, friends, family, puppy, I have a smile on my face. I have a pep in my attitude. I have hope for the sun to shine, because I have found a state of mind where I really am, hopeful.
If I couldn't acheive this state of mind, I would find myself holed up under the covers never to come out. Believe this.
And so, the planning side of things: I've been searching for a quote that I wanted to get tattooed that basically said, "life is hard, but keep moving forward." Something to remind me to keep my head up even at my lowest of lowest points, and serve as a visual pep talk that takes only a single look.
I would come across a few little lines here and there, but nothing ever stuck. Then one day I saw a photo of a girl's side-tattoo of this poster and I was furious! While I'm all about unique-make-it-your-own tattoos - that's what they're for anyways, right? - but this chick defamed this poster by changing the font, changing the crown, *grrrrr* oh my goodness!! *clenched-fists* I instantly thought, how could you ruin such an already perfect design??
And that's when it hit me.
Why am I searching for that perfect quote, when this crown says everything I could ever want it to say and more. Thanks to that awful tattoo, I decided, this is what I want - when I'm ready.
Back story #2: The poster. Not many people even know the history behind the Keep Calm and Carry On posters, but here's the make-a-long-story-short story... During WW2 the British gov't designed a series of morale-boosting-propaganda posters and used them across the country to motivate and uplift the people during the testing times that were to lay ahead.
Here's a quick three minute video that gives you the background, plus how it came to be commercialized:
Now, where spontaneity rules all: I had a rather tough week last week, followed by receiving some piss-poor news on Monday that completely thrusted me in one of the crappiest valleys of emotions where even a smile was just not going to happen.
The following morning I was going through some of my favorite blogs, one of which being Fuck Yeah, Tattoos! and I decided this needs to happen, today! I called my tattoo guy Todd at Ace's High in Fullerton, CA and not to my surprise he was completely booked up! Although he promised to call me if anyone cancelled and an opening would spring up, I was immediately bummed out and my spark was starting to fizzle.
I decided to, Keep Calm and Carry On with my day. I went home and started a mass amount of laundry and then *BOOM!* fate must have been on my side because one of his appointments finished extra early, and I found myself trying to decide if I was going to get this tattoo or finish drying my six loads of wet laundry (not an exaggeration). Todd gave me a window to get my shit done and get my ass in there no later than 8:30pm and I was in just under the clock. Next thing I knew, the stencil was on, needles were preped and it was done 'n' done.
I couldn't be happier.
For me, this tattoo symbolizes my daily motivation, my three-second morning pep talk, and my instantaneous reminder that no matter how hard life gets, keep my head up, Keep Calm and Carry On, because there's a light at the end of this tunnel.
This is Yvette. She is Danny's cousin, but most of all she is my friend, my family. This year she too offered to help me cross off one of my DZP goals from my lovely list! I rambled off a few choices and voila, Color Me Mine sesh for two!
How could I not choose something symbolic of my birthday? A peacock studded cupcake to hold my jewelry. I'm so excited to use it everyday.
And since Yvette is currently blissfully in love, it was no surprise when she made this adorable Valentines inspired piece.
Photos of the final pieces to come!
Thank you Yvette, for the fabulous birthday gift. I had such a good time hanging out, just us girls.
I know I've shared a hump day fave post on tattoos before, but gosh do I love tattoos... and I've collected a few faves since my last post. Including this one above of Dan Smith from L.A. Ink. He's a cutie and was always my fave. Now for actual tattoos, and not just cute tattooed boys:
I have so many more on my pinterest board called tattoo.me.
Check it out sometime, and follow me! I'll be sure to follow you back *smiles*
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