I’m not weird! ....oh wait, never mind

In my last post, I had stated that I felt creativity “bubbling” to the surface.  And, I assure you, that wasn’t a lie.   This story is best told from Chris’s perspective: Coming home at 11 pm, Chris walks into the apartment while in the middle of a phone conversation with his sister.  He was immediately accosted by our two dogs, who were eagerly anticipating their nightly walk.  After greeting them as best he could, Chris made his way towards the back of our apartment to put his wallet and keys on his desk before taking the dogs out.  As he passed by the bathroom, he glanced in to see me, his fiancée, lying on my stomach on the floor and writing in a notebook.  He laughed and described what he was seeing to his sister, and they both proceeded to joke about it, while he walked the dogs. Now, for my side: I had finished with my blog post and was sitting on my couch watching tv.  Suddenly, I decided I didn’t want to watch tv anymore, but wanted instead to write.  I got up and went looking for my notebook.  I remembered that I had laid it on the bathroom counter the other day, and went there to retrieve it.  Sure, walking back to the couch, my computer desk, the dining room table, or even my bed, would have been a wiser choice, but at that point I wanted to write.  So I sat with my back up against the tub and started writing.  When that became uncomfortable, I sat against the wall. Then I leaned forward and had the notebook resting on the floor, and eventually just laid out on it myself. I didn’t think anything of it, and the story was flowing so fluidly that I was afraid to break the process by moving to another room.  I did not even know Chris had come home until he was standing in front of me and laughing.  Even after that, I didn’t move.  It wasn’t until around 2 am that the fatigue was setting in and the ideas were coming to a stem.  Chris just laughed at me and said I was weird, but not in a bad way… I still don’t know quite what he means by that though. It wasn’t until this morning, that I figured out I had spent 4-5 hours writing last night.  But I’m paying the price for it today: my fingers hurt, my neck is sore, and I have absolutely no desire to sit (which is hard when you’re stuck at a desk all day).  I didn’t cut how many pages I wrote, but if I decide to type it in the computer tonight, I’ll be sure to throw a portion of it on here for your reading pleasure.  But I may continue writing, to finish out the scene.  I’m not sure yet. But see, I don’t lie in my posts!  The creativity just took over before I thought it would.  Plus, who would make up a story about them sitting on their bathroom floor for 5 hrs?

Like, ya know? Whatever

Sorry, I didn't know what I was going to talk about, so I didn't know how to title it.  Say what you must, I'm sticking to it.

Ok, so I don't know if you all get this way, but recently, I've been feeling this surge of creativity.  I haven't done something creative just yet, but I feel it all bubbling to the surface. And I know one glorious day (soon) I'm going to devote a crap load of time to be amazingly creative! mwhahahaha!

I think it's partially because I haven't had the energy to do anything recently, and partially because last Saturday Chris, the moms, and I went to Michaels to see what they had in the way of creating invitations.  Chris and my's plan is to design and craft our own wedding invitations, save-the-dates, place cards, etc.  I know it could end up being just as expensive as going with a professional, but I'm liking the idea of it being more personally "us".  Our wedding, our design, our creating.

I also got this DIY wedding crafts book, which I haven't opened it yet, but OH BOY! Will this weekend be fun!  First in forever where Chris and I have absolutely NOTHING planned!  Don't call me, don't write me, don't visit because I'll be in full on craft-mode!

WATCH OUT!

O.M.G. (yeah...i just did that)

Just found this blog and i LOVE the photos this guy takes!

http://www.cheriroot.com/blog/

Oh God, Science!

So today, Chris and I went to a Chinese Buffet that we discovered by our apartment.  We were just about done eating, and I looked up to see Chris dump part of his melting ice cream into his drink.  His drink was a mixture of Sprite and Orange Fanta, mind you.

As the ice cream hit the mixture, it fizzled a little and then died down.  I looked up to a small smirk come to Chris’s face, and I knew right then, that he was going to do it again.  He looked like a little boy, with his eyes screaming “THAT’S SO COOL!!”

He then scooped out 2 more spoonfuls of melted ice cream, and then scraped out what was left in the bowl.  He got a good amount of foam but, desiring more, he proceeded to stir.  It was fine at first, and then it REALLY started to kick in.  “Oh no!” Came rushing out of his mouth as the foam cascades over the edge of the cup.

He quickly began to drink what he could, but the foam was still coming.  Chris then realized the more he drank, the more foam was made and cried out “Oh God, science!” and began laughing as it over-flowed onto his plate.  I can’t help but laugh at the absurdity that’s going on in front of me. 

Remember, all this happened in the middle of a restaurant.  Lol

And that’s why I choose to marry him.

-A

The Meeting

Today we finalized the date and time of our future wedding, which got me thinking of how I met him.

It was March 17^th, a week before my 20^th birthday.  It was going to be the first time (since elementary school), that I was going to see his friend, J (that’s all you get).  Chris was brought along as his wingman, and my older sister was mine.  When we got there, it was awkward.  I’ve never been good in a social setting, and even more so when there’s the pressure of a good impression to a guy I like, as well as his friend.

We weren’t there for long, when another friend of J’s that he hadn’t seen in a long time showed up, I was suddenly forgotten.  He talked with her about people they used to know, and stories only they knew.  My sister, Chris, and I kind of sat there not knowing what to say to each other.  I don’t know how we got on the subject, but we learned that we both had gone to IUPUI for their New Media program and began talking about professors we had in common.

As the conversation grew, we switched to movies and TV shows we liked.  I teased him about his like of Voyager, and he teased me for my fondness of Andromeda. As our conversation continued, I began to realize my sister still didn’t really have anything to talk about.  (She’s never really been into sci-fi anything.)  We started to switch the topics to ones that she could be apart of, but they always ended back to ones just Chris and I liked.  

Eventually, J’s friend left and he returned to the conversation.  I’m not really sure what was talked about after this.

At the end of the night, we all said good-bye, and as my sister and I were driving home, I asked her what she thought about J.  I was nervous, because I wanted her to like him, and was kind of disheartened when she replied with “I liked Chris better.  You both seemed to have a lot in common.”  Now, I’d like to say that I heard what she said, thought it over, decided Chris was the one for me, and that we started dating right then and there.  But that would’ve been the smart thing to do.

Instead, I told my sister “well, I’m kind of into J.  Chris is nice, and it’s really nice to get along with the friend of the guy you like.”  That was one of the dumbest decisions I’ve ever made. 

Sadly, a week later I had yet another sister tell me that they liked Chris better.  This time, it was on my birthday.  I don’t remember who all was there, but I believe it was two of my sisters, myself (duh), Chris, J, and N (again, all you get) there.  J was doing one of the nicer things he ever did for me that day.  He brought cupcakes and had candles and a little candle holder that played Happy Birthday.  I blame that romantic gesture as the reason I didn’t listen to my sisters that night about how great Chris was; I’m a fool for romantic gestures!

Anyways, during the meal N was being his usual self, and letting everyone at the table know how smart and worldly he was.  I don’t even remember why I invited him that night; I think I pitied him because he never really went out after our mutual friend moved away, but I don’t remember.  All I know is that we all got tired of listening to N prattle on.  I looked at my sisters and they were bored to tears, and were done with trying to pretend to listen.  Several times, attempts were made to politely change the subject, but all failed because the moment there was a pause, N jumped in and continued with what he was talking about before.

Finally, Chris just started talking.  He initially tried adding to N’s conversation, but N wasn’t happy to have the competition.  (And Chris is highly intelligent and kept correcting N’s statements.) 

Now, I’ve seen Chris get annoyed with people before, but this was one of the only times that he’d been so blatant about talking over someone.   And still, N didn’t get it.  So Chris moved on to making little jokes at his expense.  Normally, I’d feel bad for N, but not that night.  My sisters were also laughing at Chris, and the evening ended on a high note.

This time, when my sisters and I traveled home, I got to hear about how they both liked Chris above the other 2.  I laughed and said, “Yeah, Chris is awesome!  He’s really funny and smart.  But what’d you guys think of J?!?”

Again, I’m stupid.  It would be about 5 months from that first meeting until I wised up and started dating Chris.  (And even then, it was the second time he asked me out.  Lol)

So, now for some closing revelations:

1)      Chris continues to be one of the smartest guys I know, because he knew from DAY ONE, that we belonged together.  And he waited 5 months for me to realize that I like him too.

2)      When your older sister tells you that you should go after a guy, LISTEN.  To this day, I haven’t lived down the fact that she told me Chris was the better choice.  (And my other sister is quick to chime in that she even second it.)

Got Motivation?

Here's me not doing what I should.  Yay for procrastination!

Every time I get in this mood, I like to blast Sum 41’s Motivation (see below) and shout the words while dancing around… wait, forget that last part…

But, as I stated in my last post, my biggest weakness right now is motivation.  I can’t find it.  I have so many things that I need to do, that I end up pushing them all off because I don’t know where to begin.  Wedding planning, exercising, job searching, class searching, house cleaning, socializing, etc; how do people find the time to do all of it?!? 

I’ve managed to exercise 2 times each week, starting on August 15^th, and have lost a whopping 0 lbs!  Plus, I go tanning at least once a week and don’t look remotely tan!  Go me!  Oh wait, that means that all the work I did manage to motivate myself to do, meant absolutely nothing.  All I have to show for it is soreness and pale skin... 

Woo-freaking-hoo

Hopefully I can turn things around this week.  The plan you ask? WELL!  I’m currently going through all 2k vacation pictures that I took, and will sit down this week to tweak as needed. And then show them off to anyone I can get to sit still.  That’s one thing to check off my ever-growing list.  Next, I fully intend on vacuuming up all the dog hair that has escaped into my carpet, and eradicate it from my apartment.  Normally, I’d be an avid vacuumer, but I got disheartened by Flint’s hair taking over not 2 days after vacuuming. I swear he did it to annoy me. But the jokes on him! Two weekends ago, Chris and I had him shaved.  Look how stupid he looks!

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After









I’m such a bad mommy! Lol  (And no, Kaysi was not and will not be shaved, and Chris has been constantly order to “LEAVE MY DOG ALONE!”  :P)

I’m sure there’s a lot more I can do with this week: write more of the story I’m working on, find interesting places to take photos, up-date my personal site, and any number of things I previously listed.  And those are all good ideas, but let’s not try and over-do it shall we!

Hmmm…  Anyone want to send some motivation my way, you know, for good measure?  Here! I’ll even send something inspirational your way.

-A

How many pokes does it take until Allyssa punches back? ….7

Well, I was going to put in a more up-lifting post, but today’s irritation has put me in a sour mood.  You have a job, you come to work, you do your work, and you get paid.  Simple idea right?  Then how come people don’t seem to understand the process? I’m not here to do your job or cover your work load because you don’t feel like it. And I’m tired of doing the work and not getting noticed.  Or worse!, getting to hear that people think the slacker is a good worker.  Sure, I have my day’s where I don’t do NEARLY the amount I’m capable of, but no one else has to pick up the slack, I just make up for it the next day by doing twice the work. I don’t know.  I wish sometimes I was more confrontational with people.  I have a temper and I used to blow up at people the moment they did something that I didn’t like.  But I hated doing that because most of the time, they didn’t deserve how angry I got.  Now, in the attempts to control my temper, I basically let people walk-over me.  I’ll let them continuously do something that irritates me and I’ll just suppress the anger until I can vent to someone.  EVERYONE should pity Chris right now!  lol  He is the one that saves you all from the “Bitchy Allyssa”, and the one that gets in trouble if I think he’s not listening to me vent.  Without Chris, I don’t know if I could put up with all the frustrating things and people in my life. I just need to find the medium between letting my temper run rampant and being a doormat.  I just don’t think it’s professional to confront someone at work unless it’s blatantly wrong, and I really don’t want to cause any hostility or tension at work.  And I don’t really talk to any coworkers outside of work.  So I’m stuck.  I guess the only thing I can hope, is that I get promoted, transferred to a difference office, or get a new job. Bleh… guess that’s all for that subject.  I’ll have to post what I originally was going to talk about later. (And why the “….7” in the title you ask?  Because I felt like it.) lol -A

All About Aggie

So, I’ve been inspired by a friend to start blogging again. I don’t know how long I’ll keep going this time, or how often I’ll up-date, but here we go.

First thing to know about me, is that there isn’t much too me. I’m sarcastic, like sci-fi, like to read, and have a goofy-sophomoric sense of humor. If you have all that down, you’ve got me in a nut shell. Other, finer details you ask? Well, I’m an oxymoron and can’t seem to help it. I love sci-fi/fantasy books, but can’t get enough of Jane Austen ones. I like ballads, but also heavy rock. I’m out-going, but can be very shy. Etc.

At some point I’ll have to post the poem I wrote for one of my college classes, it sums up my oxymoron-self quite well.

Anywho, you probably want some juicy, life-related stories. Something you could gossip about, well…I’ve got nothing. My life really isn’t that complex. (I know, you’re currently wondering why you even bother reading this.) My biggest news is that I got engaged a couple weeks ago, on August 4^th, and I’ve discovered that I know absolutely nothing about what to do next. When should I send out Save-the-Dates? What about engagement announcements? When should I start looking at wedding dresses? Bridesmaid dresses? Tuxedos? Cakes? DJs? Reception places? Guest lists? Registering? AHHHHHHHH!

Right now, to stop the panic associated with everything that needs to be done, I’m going with “I’ll worry about that after I have a confirmed date.” And pray that I don’t spaz too much after our date is confirmed and I have to start working.

Oh! Now would be a good time to mention my fiancé Chris. He’s wonderful! For those of you lucky enough to have found your sole-mate/best friend and be able to secure your-self (in a non-creepy fashion) to them, then you know my joy. But I figure, I’ve waited so long to date, that I deserve the best kind of happiness now…right? lol

(Little background in Allyssa’s dating life) If you ignored the guy I “dated” in middle school…meaning we basically never talked…then my first official boyfriend was when I was about 3 months away from turning 20 (sadly, he was also my first kiss). It wasn’t that I was some giant, man-repelling loser (least I hope it wasn’t); it was more a combination of me being shy and boyfriends not ever really being a priority for me. True, it would’ve been nice to be noticed by guys in high school, but I was so unsure of myself and who I was, that I doubt I would’ve even had the confidence to talk to someone that I liked or that liked me. I often joked with my friends that I should just become a nun, that way I’d have an excuse to be always single…then they’d laugh and remind me that I’m not Catholic. It’s always the little things that screw you up. My mom would always annoy me by saying “once you stop looking, you’ll find someone” whenever I was down about being single, and I’ll tell you something: that saying NEVER brought me any comfort! It was true, but never comforting.

The big turning point for me was when my mom said that she “didn’t like who I was becoming.” She didn’t mean it in a harsh way; she just didn’t understand my sarcasm and took it for hostile and bitterness. Too be fair, at that time, it probably was a little, but after I cried a bit about what she said, I came to realize that I actually liked who I was. And from that point, things were different. I was more confident in myself and my choices, and I was happier. I decided to focus on myself and what I wanted. Shortly after that, I attracted my first boyfriend. That lasted about a month…for reasons I don’t care to share. And about 2 months later, my second boyfriend came along. This one lasted about 3 before it ended, and then (less than a month later) I started dating my fiancé.

The moment we got together, I knew we just sort of fit. He meshed so well with my goofy side, could handle my crazy side, was intelligent, kind, and just all around perfect. His ego is also in-check. He has a plethora of knowledge and seems to know something about everything, but doesn’t think he’s knows anything. As opposed to people who will sit there and tell you how smart they are and constantly try and show off their knowledge. To Chris, he’s just adding to the conversation, and actually gets embarrassed when complimented on his vast knowledge. I can’t help but respect and admire him, and he (for some reason) feels the same about me.

Promise I won’t ramble for much longer. Ok, one thing that is stressing me is my job. I don’t necessarily hate what I do, but it’s not my ideal career. Ever since I started working (back when I was 16), I’ve always had a job that was “eh, it’s a paycheck”. Recently, that’s just not enough for me anymore. I want a job I’m passionate about; a job that I wake up wanting to go to work, instead of counting the days til the weekend. I went to a career guide who mentioned what I should have known all along, that I should be a writer, photographer, or a combination of the two.

With this break-through, came the purchase of a camera and the restart of my story creations. The problem with this you ask? I can’t seem to bring myself to take it to the next level. I should be looking to take creative writing, journalism, photography, etc classes. Looking into photography, publishing, graphic design, etc related jobs. Something! Anything! But I don’t. I want to say I don’t have the time, or I’m tired from work, but I truly think I’m just afraid to take the next step. To go out and try. What if I fail? What if I’m not talented? What if I end up hating it? Then I’ll have taken a hobby I enjoy, and make it a chore. Am I willing to take that risk? …right now? Apparently not. But this leaves me stuck; and that frustrates me.

So here’s where I’m at: I’m over-the-moon thrilled with my fiancé, procrastinating my wedding planning, and freaking out about taking the steps towards a new (possibly better) career. Typical American right? Lol

-A