A little scrape on the elbow and brownie bites

Writing about last night's party after the fact proved to be a little difficult to me. Not only is it hard to recount last night's events, but to figure out how I particularly feel about it. In summation, last night was a four out of five stars based on several factors. 

I now understand why women take so long to get ready. I've witnessed it first hand; experienced the horrid sensation myself. Woman just naturally take getting ready really slow and far between. Taking a shower, fixing make up, doing hair, picking clothes, getting dressed, etc, etc. Not only do these several processes take long, but you also have to account the little breaks in between. In conclusion, getting ready took about four hours prior to leaving. Now don't misunderstand me, I usually don't take so long getting ready. But at least half of that time was spent on my laptop, picking songs to play, snacking, playing with my dog, and several phone calls. "Getting ready" basically describes all the things girls do pre-event, from caking their faces to a cup of tea. Alas, the final product did not amount to much :

But the deed was done, and I was satisfied with its results. 

To explain why this shin dig was only rated four stars is to explain why it was missing a star. It was more of a personal thing, and after being picked up by my boyfriend, I knew the night wasn't going to end up as good as I hoped. After a brief discussion, I was left extremely bummed out and completely sad. I literally wanted to cry and tell him to take me home, but that would've left me even more distraught. I had gotten ready for so long, and was so excited only to be shot down. Due to privacy measures, I can't really disclose what happened other than that I was being dropped off alone.

And everyone asking me where my SO was did not help how I was feeling. This is why this party did not get a five star rating. 

However, this DOES NOT mean that the party didn't deserve five stars. Within half an hour of warming up, I was chatting away with old friends I had left behind from school days. Sadly, I couldn't take any pictures. This was due to forgetting to take pictures, and for privacy measures as well. But I'm all sure everyone knows who they are.

A good reunion of fellows with a lovely hostess, I really enjoyed myself. The company was amazing and lax, and it felt good to let loose. I caught our hostess smooching a fellow friend, and several flirts roaming around. Our hostess was kind enough to let us eat all her brownie bites and waffles, and I took part in those "party games". Now getting increasingly wild, we had to be quieted several times. Last night was full of good laughs and extremely interesting conversations that I could just barely recall. 

I remember particularly one of my good friends laughing at everything people said, and giving me a fist pound every other sentence. Our hostess kept stepping on her dog, and another good friend kept offering me things to drink. I don't think I've ever yelled "wooh" so many times in a night. Now out of our minds (or out of my mind), maybe that trampoline wasn't a good idea. Particularly clumsy and wearing socks, I proceeded to jump on the deadly play things. I fell about ten times, and after waking up today, I could see the damages taken. 

I've probably said some things I shouldn't. I probably said things that were absolutely crazy. Yeah, I did it, but I don't regret last night. It felt good to let go, especially after what had happened in the car earlier. I have to give kudos for all those who cleaned up and took care of my messy ass last night. Particularly, my driver and my friend, who made me feel really comforted and safe. Then of course, my other good friend who laughed with me the whole night so that I didn't look like a complete hooligan. We all got donuts to eat and then went home.

The hostess, the company, the music, the games, the conversations, and everyone made the experience so much better. You all deserve five stars if I was not in such a bad mood prior to coming. And that's it for this review! Questions (advice, anonymous, etc.), things you want me to review, and more! Just leave a comment or dm on twitter!

Pickiness

It has recently come to my attention that humans are picky creatures. They egocentrically decide their acceptance of other people and things that they think are 'tailored' for them. But if humans are a small, insignificant speck in this thing called the galaxy, then that means humans do not really own anything technically. We just make the assumption that because we are humans, we can decide that something isn't good enough or if it has any value. But value is meaningless to everything else other than humans.

Thus, I can conclude that not only are humans picky but egocentric as well. However, this is very much natural, especially because that is the way we humans have been born and bred and raised. I, too, am probably selfish as well.

Sometimes.

Pickiness is understandable. Because I am very much human like the rest of you, being picky is easy. I don't like spicy food. I don't like pickles. But I like relish. I'm not feeling this shirt. I only like the blue ones.

Some say pickiness is necessary. Because humans have only one life to live, they should deserve the things they desire. This makes a little sense. I mean, I want to enjoy my life to the fullest, and this Venti 1 pump caramel, 1 pump white mocha, 2 scoops vanilla bean powder, extra ice frappuchino with 2 shots poured over the top (apagotto style) with caramel drizzle under and on top of the whipped cream, double cupped will make it even better.

However, I've learned with what my eighteen years of experience that I shouldn't be too picky. I mean, who likes a fastidious person? I don't like being finicky, because life is a box of chocolates. You never know what you're going to get, what you might like, and the outcomes that occur. So I don't think a person should be very picky.

But after a conversation with a couple of friends last night, it came to my attention that some people need to be picky. That's alright, I guess, because we are human. We've had way different lives, experiences, memories so I can't say that you have any right not to be picky. 

However, I can argue that it is not fair to people on the other party. When you put expectations on other people, it is not fair for the other person to have to fill those expectations just for you to like them. That's not right; you can't control people. And certainly, if you are picky like that, you probably won't meet anyone you'll fall in love with or be happy with, etc. Sure, being picky helps you better filter out the dirtbags from the keepers, but again, life brings experiences. So what, this guy doesn't like the same music as you, that does not change his character. So what, this person looks and acts like a complete bitch. You know what, I act like a complete bitch. But I have friends who have looked past that and I love them for it. You can't judge by a cover of a book or the size and color of its spine. Just because you've had several bad experiences in your life doesn't mean you can control everyone else. Pickiness does not protect you from getting hurt. I know you may be tired of being treated like complete shit, but isn't that your fault for being and accepting to be treated like that?

But that doesn't mean you just have to take it and deal with it or settle for less. You can get what you want if you work for it. And even though it's not right to control others, you can control yourself. Don't take shit! Just work for what you want, don't make others do it for you. If you want happiness in a person, go search for it yourself. Don't make others try to fit just for you. And don't be biased! Sometimes the best things in life come unexpectedly. 

Come as you are, not what anyone wants you to be. 

Try not to be so picky and treasure yourself. 

Summer Nights

The summer has sadly made me realize I have no friends. Not literally (I hope) but pretty gosh darn close! I can count how many people I have interacted with this summer with the fingers on my hands. It's a lonely season, at least for me, and I can't wait for the fall to come.

But it's SUMMER. Filled with tales of adventure and wonder! I'm supposed to enjoy this time of my youth!

So far, it hasn't amounted to much. There are nights where I have a good time and hang with friends, sure, but the majority have been kept at home. I'm bored, to tell you the truth. 

The only person who has kept me company, other than my faithful companion (my dog) and my ever loyal partner (food), is my boyfriend. It's a lonely life, you know?

But tonight I am finally going out, I hope. Now, going out with my friends consists of a whole lot of indecisiveness and settling for less. We get aaaaaallllllll pumped for what the night might entail only to disappoint ourselves with chilling in a parking lot and chatting about our woes.

Now this isn't all bad. Our conversations actually get interesting. They stretch from hypothetical occurrences to philosophical universal questions. I love my friends and their many variations. 

Maybe it isn't what we do but who we are. We don't have to amount to anything spectacular as long as we enjoy the journey along the way. And that's all that matters.

Firsts

It was not too long ago that I came across a young man. The "me" from before was rather cynical, and thus treated him with a certain pessimism much like that of an old war veteran. My age didn't matter, only the experiences, which is why I turned out that way. Yet nonetheless, the young man treated me with whole heartedness. I found it somewhat comforting, and a tad inspirational. He told me stories and far fetched dreams, ugly outcomes and information I never imagined. 

This young man changed me, you see. From a wrinkled raisin of a person to someone more accepting. I think that is why, perhaps, that I have started this blog.

I did not make this blog out of obligations or expectations, but mere admiration that compelled me to do something for myself. That is, to write. It is satisfying for me and I hope with all my heart that it is satisfying to you to read it. I don't exactly know where I am going with this blog, but I hope to find it entertaining to both you and me. This is my first blog, so I may not know exactly what I'm doing, but hang in there!

My posts will be random but I'll take recommendations! I'll be posting random things, reviews, comments, short stories, etc. about everything and anything. 

So here is "Firsts".