Just another picture to burn…

Another quick post on friendship.  In light of recent events I’m losing faith in the whole establishment.   I’m not accustomed to feeling foolish and frankly don’t like it.  But it just sickens me when I rack my brain thinking of hours I spent doing stupid inane crap like putting stickers on cups for a party or baking friggin cookies.  I think, “If I knew then what I know now, would things have been different?” and yeah, of course they would.  I wouldn’t be hosting said  [expensive] party or baking cookies or bending over backwards to be a decent friend, not that it takes much effort on my part.  But I wouldn’t be so open, I wouldn’t be so generous, I wouldn’t be such. a. good. friend.

That being said, I wouldn’t re-do anything.   I no longer have it in me to be vengeful.  Look at me, all grown up!  And truthfully, nothing about people really shocks me anymore.  Maybe it’s just my eensy weensy bit of naivety that manages to be shocked by all the ways people will fuck other people over. 

And why should I re-do anything?  I have nothing to feel sorry for or be ashamed about.  I can dust off my hands and walk away with a clear conscience.  And watch me strike a match on all my wasted time….

Look what the Windy City blew into town!

Now for something truly exciting… I can talk about J’s visit from Chicago – it was great!   We got to catch up on gossip over wine, went to brunch at Zada Jane’s, then hit the gym and pool, had mimosas, went to get our nails done and go shopping, and then we all (me, J, Shanester) met some friends at Soul for some sushi and good conversation.  i.e. on the good conversation….desert island – you have everything you need as far as food, water, etc. plus a DVD player but you can only bring ONE movie – what would it be?  J’s answer? Everything is Illuminated.  Mine? Forrest Gump.  Shane’s?  Shawshank Redemption.  The waiter’s?  The Shining.  Nice.

What about yall?  What ONE movie would you bring?  Do tell.

The thing about Jeanette is – I’ve known her since we were three years old.  Yes, we are very different, in many different ways.  But that doesn’t change our fierce loyalty to one another.  It’s great.  She’s there, in the back of my mind and I know I can pick up the phone and call.  And vice versa.  Whether she’s crying as a bridesmaid in my wedding or bitching about lost loves, she’s pure and simply a true and best friend.  And for that, I am so grateful.  Cheesefest, I know.

Now that’s one picture I’ll never be metaphorically burning! :o)

Hello and welcome!

We’ve been busy lately.  Spesh yours truly.

My parents came to visit for Memorial Day weekend.  We attended Speed Street aka Trashfest 2010 – seriously.  It was gross.  But we got these amazing coke zero handles that attach to cans….cause yknow, I hate it when my hand gets cold from holding a can o’coke!  It works kinda like this but it’s red and weird lookin’:

Nice, huh? 

On Sunday we went to Common Market (yum) for lunch and then to the NASCAR Hall of Fame, which was actually pretty cool.   We had plans to trek to Asheville for the day on Monday but due to inclement weather (a monsoon, really), that didn’t pan out.  We watched movies all day – Knocked Up, A Mighty Heart, Inglourious Basterds.

Their visit was great, really.  It was only their second trip to the casa and we all enjoyed it.

On Tuesday Bethany was making her way from DC to Dallas and stopped for the night – we caught up on each others’ lives and ate some yummy sushi!

Wednesday included dinner at M5 with my JL small group and then to see SATC2.  It has to be said, every single preview at the movie was better than the actual movie.  It was horribly offensive in so many ways.  And all the same old shit.  Plus it should be called Old Sluts and the Retirement Home by now.  Jesus.

And now…for the piece d’resistance…. J is coming for a fantabulous visit and girls’ weekend!  I can’t wait!

I hope we get into trouble…

Make new friends but keep the old.

I’ve been thinking a lot about friendship lately.   I feel in many of my friendships I’m the one putting in all the effort; is that really fair? 

I’m sick of calling, sick  of emailing, sick of constantly trying to stimulate the friendship, get together, whatever.  To be honest, it makes me feel like kinda a loser.  And a loser I am not. 

I know people are busy.  But EVERYBODY’S busy.  I’m busy.  I have a life too. 

So yknow what I decided?  It’s not worth the effort.  For days, months, sometimes years I’ve felt it’s been worth the effort…but apparently that sentiment isn’t being recpriocated.  I think I”m mostly hurt because I’ve constantly gone out of my way to be a great friend to the person/people.  But I’m not worth the effort to them.  So, I’m done.  No more effort for them.

Project Happiness

Back to blogging.  I’ve been really depressed lately cause I haven’t been able to express myself, which has never really been a problem.

Er, I  mean…it’s always been a problem.  Something.

And I’ve been told the other blog sucks and is cheesy.  I agree.  So I hate it.

Ready to focus on myself and my life and what I want.  I mean I always do but now I want to put it all down, put it all out there.  I’m ready for Mary’s Joy Equation – I’ve always been bad at math so my focus is going to be Project Happiness.

Time for inspiration and a month of fabulous (psych) me.  Um….can that month be June?

Quarter-life crisis.

Seriously. It’s time to get up off my ass and get serious. I’ve been bouncing around these meaningless jobs for far too long and I’m just sick of it.
What would I do if money weren’t a factor? If staying in Charlotte weren’t a factor (snort)? If I could do anything?

The answer used to be dance. Sadly, I’m 25 and the talent has piqued. While I can certainly still teach, Broadway is no longer a viable option. I know, and I was thisclose!

It’s simple. Write. It’s what I’ve always done, even as a kid. I have probably…between 20 and 30 journals. That’s over one per year! I would go to some fabulous grad school program and spend all my time writing.

I was reading (in Costco Magazine, no less) Emily Giffin’s recent interview, in which she stated that she practiced law even though she was unhappy because she didn’t think writing was a realistic option.  Well, hmm.  Turned out…it was.  So I’m done wasting my time when I know what I want to do.  Articles are being written and are on their way to magazine submission and (I don’t care how long it takes) publication. 

I don’t care how many hours I have to babysit, teach dance, whatever it takes.  Apparently the working world does NOT inspire me since I did NOT write a single lick of legitimate fiction while working at that last dump.   And I’m sooooo f’ing sick of blogging, oy.  It’s gotta go.

I’m on a mission, people.   So if you don’t hear from me in awhile…it’s not cause I’m dead.

And Dad?  Remember that time you told me that I’d never write a bestselling novel?  You will EAT THOSE WORDS, my friend.

The Hills are alive…

So there’s been a marathon of The Hills on MTV for the past few days. The husband’s outta town, so I’m fueling up before the final season. Ok, I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t watching it while Shane was here. Let’s just say he spent a lot of time upstairs playing guitar. What?! It’s Da Heels!

I do have a question though — where do these girls learn how to do their hair and makeup? Or for that matter, where do any girls learn how to do it? I feel like it’s an innate ability, you either have the talent or you don’t. My sister does. I don’t.
I don’t even know what to do with my hair half the time, so I just cut it short after it grows too long and I freak out. The trich doesn’t help. AND I am getting a lot of gray hair lately…thanks, old lame company. So I’m finally gonna dye it. But just my natural color. It’s been looking faded and dull recently anyway.
I digress. Seriously. I know the people on this show have MTV makeup artists around whenever they want, but it SHOWS them doing their hair and makeup. So I know they know how to do it. Jeez. Maybe it’s just practice.

I was never much interested in doing my hair, makeup, nails as a kid so maybe that’s why I can’t do jack now. I painted my nails the other day and they look awesome —from far away. Up close they are a wreck. Also, the only thing I knew about makeup application was from dance performances, and let’s just say the baby prostitute look isn’t a good one for me.

Also, another digression. I know I haven’t posted lately. And that’s because I just haven’t been feeling it. I’ve been writing a LOT, but it’s nothing I want to put out in public. Yet. That’s not in novel form. Familiar with the Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle? One aspect, the observer effect, is basically a theory that applies to this blog as well as reality TV. That which is being observed inherently changes its behavior. I’m writing for an audience I know exists, whereas in my journal/book/whatever you wanna call it, I’m just writingwritingwriting.
Truth be told, I don’t know if I’ve ever had this much ammunition or emotion to write as much as I have been lately. Now that I’m finally feeling not numb…well, I can feel. And it feels awesome and terrible and amazing all at the same time, and I’m filled with so much life that I’m going to explode! So I write.

Wedding montages/love stories.

The episode of The Office with Jim and Pam’s wedding was on tonight.  I will never ever tire of watching the final scene.  And will cry like a little girl every time, mind you.  It’s pretty hard to top:

But ours comes pretty darn close. I might even give us the over.

Christa + Shane from Altared Weddings on Vimeo.

Blog mother FAIL.

I’ve been neglecting my poor Sharky blog. 

So this one time I completely ruined the blog and thought I had it erased it forever (thank God for Bluehost support) and I took out some of the photo files while doing so. 

Going through and finding the appropes pictures – I’ve fixed some bach party posts (cause I think everybody wants to see that) and some other fun-stuff posts – but be patient while I try to salvage my behbeh.

I just realized I have to also go through and UNpassword protect a lot of entries that are harmless, like my trip to Israel and um..the whole year of 2008.  Well, and – I don’t need to remind you that if you don’t like what you’re reading, just go back to your life without MY blog. Jesus Christ.

I have some fun happenings going on and a LOT to say, so stay tuned.

Wise words

From the significant other of a high school friend, whom I recently met at a wedding in Houston.

“Sometimes there are just people we will never get along with.  And sometimes those people just happen to be related to us.  It’s just the way it works.”

Chew on that and swallow it.

Another good one from the comments posted on my scientific experiment – thanks Mary.

“It’s all about managing expectations.”

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