Liar Liar

 

Michael and I used to have a couple of friends from high school. We were all just kids then, so it was fine and, well, expected to act like a kid. But here we are, not too much older, but living in a different phase of our lives. We are expected to act a certain way. I’m not saying we have to lose our inner child and become hardened adults, we are just expected to step up and assume our roles as college students and adults. I’ve stepped up, Michael has stepped up, and so have many other people our age.

But here is where we and our couple of friends differ. We all grew up, stepped up, and left the juvenile attitudes behind. They didn’t.

It seems like anytime they feel like someone is lying to them, the plaster slanderous things about them on their social networking sites and refuse to even remember that person in a positive light. And you know what? More often than not, they’re wrong. It’s all in their head. No one is lying to them, no one’s pants are on fire, but it doesn’t matter because they’ve written that person off.

They have a hard time listening to the brutal honesty that the world does not revolve around them.

Michael and I have decided to wash our hands of them. Well, he decided it first, but obviously if he feels that way I am going to back him 100%. I’m tired of the judgmental attitudes, the reverse racism, alcohol and marijuana abuse, and all the rest of it.

When the bad outweighs the good, there is really no reason to continue down that road.

Peace, Love, and Pudd’n Pops,
AMZ

Keep your real friends close…

This is how I try to get out of doing things at work.
Well is seems as though I have a month or so off from work so I plan on being at least a little constructive.
Caution: This blog post is not for readers that have unrealistic views and opinions of the female body. Don’t say you haven’t been warned.
I have decided to lose some weight. Or get fit. Whichever one comes first I suppose. Do you remember seeing these from the post just after the new year? Because this weight loss mumbo jumbo sounds familiar. There’s nothing like laying on your bed in your undies and such, as gravity takes as much of your body as it can to spread outward, to make those stretch marks very…obvious. I go through phases of putting cocoa butter on the bad areas to make already stretched marks look less noticable and to keep new ones from coming. I’m all about promoting elasticity. Haha.
Anywho, I’m tired of being overweight. It’s bad for me. I’m far from dead and all that negative stuff, but I could be doing much better. No, for the love of God this is not me conforming to Hollywood ideals and starving myself to become pencil thin. You’ve seen those little dogs they carry around. They’re skinny, and they always shiver! Besides, have you seen these hips? I’m destined to have NO LESS than 40 inch hips. I don’t want to be “skinny,” “hot,” or any of those things. I want to be HEALTHY. Due to my month long vacation/temporary lay-off from work, this seems like a good time to kick of a healthy lifestyle.
June seems to be a month of packed weekends for me. SupersecretHarryPotterParty, A birthday party, a field day, a fathers day, and maybe even a baby shower. OY! In between these loaded weekends I have days full of…nothing. Oh and I mean nothing.
I have to put this post on hold for now. I am going to Michael’s house to help him wash his dogs. Have I told you about his dogs? He has three black labs, and they all need a washin’. This is love people.
It’s almost time for anniversary number two. That isn’t a very long time in the grand scheme of things, but with so much going on in our lives with school and work and everything changing, this is a bit of a long time. Insert something cheesy: The beginning of forever, destiny, growing old together. Dum-dum-du-dumm, Dum, dum-du-dumm…
I don’t want to go spoiling the ending for you.

The lesson for today: Keep your real friends close, and keep your enemies on your Facebook friends list so that your happiness can cause them great discomfort, perhaps even indigestion.
Peace, Love, and Pudd’n Pops,
AMZ

“Rise and rise again, until the lambs become lions”

Working for my mother’s boss this summer is going exactly as I expected. Hundreds of copies, packets, mailings to be put together in a short amount of time. I wake up at 5 a.m., work is from 7-5, then mom and I walk. I usually get home around 7 p.m. Nothing like a 12 hour day to make you feel like a grownup. I guess.
The other day, I gave into the marriage urges and convinced Michael to go to Barnes and Noble with me to look at books about tying the knot. I was under the impression that he would enjoy going just to be with me, but be miserable because there typically isn’t much for a groom to do in the ways of wedding planning. (I would like to make it clear that he is extremely excited by the mere thought of marrying me, just in case I let him appear negative about the subject) But wait! Can it be!? Why, yes, it is! Books for the men to look at! Thus he dove right into it, reciting occasional lines and tips from the man manual to contribute to the research. Apparently, the best man originated from  the time when a man had to be able to rely completely on his best friend to fend of his woman’s parents because he had taken her against their wishes for them to be married. The best man had to be able to punch out her parents if need be. What a pal indeed. I need to remind myself, yet again, that he and I are not engaged right now, so all of this talk and excitement really shouldn’t be happening. I tried on my sister’s ring last week on mother’s day. It felt yucky. I couldn’t stand the feeling of having something touch my fingers constantly. I suppose I will be forced to get over this discomfort for the sake of having an awesome ring on my finger…

 

Anywho, Friday night Michael and I went with his brother and his girlfriend to dinner and to see Robin Hood. I will spare you the details of dinner, mostly because if I talked about it the way I wanted to, there’s a chance I would make an enemy or two. Let me just be clear that from now on I plan on speaking my mind and not holding back what I have to say.
The most important part of this evening was the movie. Now, I am the type of girl that cannot stand epics. Take Troy, for example, this is Michael’s favorite movie. I can’t stand it. Robin Hood had enough humor and Russell Crowe being handsome to keep me interested.
Why, hello there.

                                                                                                       
This is one man both 
myself and mother agree is goofy-smile-on-your-face-when-you-look-at-him handsome.

 

 

 

The moral of this post is that if you’re a man, this movie is quite action-y, and if you’re a woman, this movie is quite russel-crowe-partially-nudey. Michael is probably going to have a fit when he reads this…haha!

At Hogwarts, it’s true we ruled the school. And you can never be as cool…

Summertime, Summertime, Summertime. It’s exam week again. This exam week is much more difficult than last Spring’s because this year I actually like the people I call my friends…
I need a nap, and a glass of wine. Okay, it’s not so much that I need a glass of wine (I’m far too young to hit the bottle) its that I need the good times and camaraderie that I associate with all of my wine experiences.  Vinoooo. I will settle for hummus, Damascus bread, and Tabouli at Al-Amir though!
I’ve been listening to a lot of different music lately, thanks to Sjaan. I like when different people from my life can get along. Michael thinks Sjaan is awesome. And no doubt he knows not to mess with the warrior, or else he would get covered in tea like I almost was.
Earlier this evening, Jenn texted me and sjaan and I don’t know who else: “You you guys are on campus come to wesley basement and get some cupcakes.” Um. What? Sjaan and I were studying at the time, and we made a mad dash down 4 twisty flights of stairs. When we got to the basement kitchen we flew around the corner heading straight for the hot funfetti cupcakes, me then her. Only it was a trap! Ackbar was right! There was something slippery on the floor, and I took the turn too quickly. Down I went! Sjaan saw me take the dive and skidded to a halt before she reached the slippery spot. I quickly got up, dusted myself off, and walked eagerly to the cupcakes. Chocolate Funfetti icing too? Score. They were painfully delicious.

There are a lot of things I’d like to say but can’t, because, quite obviously, this is the internet, and I just used more commas than I should have.
I am going to miss my friends a great deal this summer. I’m hoping that there will actually be a get-together or two. Because going to HarryPotterWorld or whatnot at Universal Studios is a bit of a stretch, Morgan has settled on all of us seeing Toy Story 3 for her birthday. I think I can do that, considering I live ten minutes away from her.  She is going to Washington, D.C next semester, then Spain the next, then is traveling across Europe the following Summer. I’m jealous. Maybe I will manage to convince her to start a blog about her travels…okay it isn’t likely, but I am going to try.
My friends are starting to get wedding fever. I am too. Not really. I haven’t started to look for places, etc. but I have been thinking about the future lately. Okay I’m lying. You have no idea how many wedding blogs I’ve begun to follow this week.  How pathetic?

Happily Ever After, Until She Comes Home

Something I thought about the other day. A question I asked myself:

A girl met a boy, and a boy met a girl. They knew it was meant to be.
Ice cream dates and talking all night. They knew it was meant to be.

But deep down, they knew it couldn’t last forever. They knew they couldn’t stay together.
Their love was secret, beautiful, real, but that didn’t mean a thing.

He was called back to home, a sorrowful parting, and she kept her sadness a secret.

He returns with a ring on his hand, but this isn’t his choice nor hers.
What happens then? Is there much of a point?

Why you continue to pursue what you know is true. The point is love, of course. I’m not talking love on paper, the signing of a contract. I’m talking true love here.

But, I thought she said she’d never be the other woman? You’d be surprised at what you would do if you know that their love isn’t there and theirs is true.

It’s a terrible secret to have to carry around. Sometimes she may wonder if she will find someone else that she can be with. Sometimes she may wonder if He, who knows best, will make it all work out in the end; happily ever after.

It must kill her inside to love him so much. It must kill him inside to know he loves her and not the once he shares his life with. Love shouldn’t hurt, right? Love knows no bounds, right? That’s what we were always taught as children. Grow up, find our one true love, and live happily ever after. Happily ever after. It sounds like such an easy thing to do.

What would you do if you met the person you knew you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with, but knew it wasn’t ever going to happen?

 

AMZ

I am a Myth.

I like how I can go online, put in my email address, and start a blog. All of the sudden, I’m a writer. I’m a writer? I’m a writer!

I’m not a writer.

I am a myth. Or at least that was my dream as a child. I had always wanted to be what other people couldn’t. I wanted to be the protagonist of our favorite books. Maybe for a little while I wanted to be the character with wings. Maybe for a while I wanted to be the super saiyan. I wanted to be unique. I wanted to be talked about. I wanted to be magic. I’m probably not the only one who felt that way during childhood, but for the sake of selfishness and that desire to be unique, I wanted to be the only one who felt that way.

I am packing up to move out of my dorm. It is a slow process because I have to wait until weekends to bring things home. I pack things in order of importance. All of the crap I didn’t really need at school went first. All that is left is some things that I don’t need there, and some things that I do.
I have some posters hung up. Half of them are of the artsy, black & white, grown-up sort. You know a shot of the Eiffel Tower, Wars End Kiss, etc. Then I have some random posters that I will have to let go of eventually. Avatar: The Last Airbender, Kingdom Hearts II. I am trying to figure out when I have to throw them away. That sounds like a stupid thing to talk about, I know. If that’s how you feel, then whatever. But I mean when do I have to throw these childhood posters away? Are they going to be Dining Room conversation pieces? Themes for the nursery? When I throw them away, will I be a grown up?

There isn’t anything on the walls anymore. It is just a boring, concrete box. I don’t wanna be in it anymore.

TGIF. Thank God Its Finals. Well, it will be next week.  But I don’t have much work left to do this week but exam reviews, so I am trying to relax a little. After I move out I am going straight to work for mom.

I want to be a grown up. I mean I know I’m grown up, but I’m not a grown up.

Peace, Love, and Pudd’n Pops,

AMZ

The Pickles Show!

Friday, after gorging ourselves on all you can eat barbequed pork and other southern classics, We arrived home to hear this sound. It was an odd sound, like a little girl saying “Ow, ow, ow.” Mom said its the kitten she tried to save the other day, but got away from her.
After meowing at it for ten minutes, and it meowing back, I discovered it was inside of my neighbor’s shed. What a good time to meet my neighbor for the first time! Michael and I managed to grab it and bring it inside.
  Her name is Pickles. Though my friend Sjaan never got to meet Pickles, she decided this awesome name.
Pickles cries like a baby, probably because she still is a baby. Apparently her voice box is messed up, because her cute kitten meow is silent, though she still tries. And her scared, abandoned meow is loud and sad. You can’t leave her alone, or she will cry. In the short 24 hours that I had Pickles in my home, she went from deathly scared of people, to loving us dearly. She went from starving and skinny to fat and happy. She went from orphan to adopted. She followed us around the house and the yard because she knew we were her family. She would climb up my shirt and nuzzle me, and I’d nuzzle back as a good mom should. It is a sign of love.
Pickles left us, the foster family, to live with Leslie and Mona. Leslie is a dear friend of the family, and Mona is her kitty. It was kitty love at first sight when Leslie came to get Pickles. I knew she was going to a good home and a good family.
 
Even now, two days after Pickles “moved,” I am sad that she is gone. I know she would have been lonely in our house during the day. I know we would have a hard time with buying food and such, but boy is she a great kitty. She learned to use a litter box in two days! I guess I feel this way because I don’t have any pets other than my Betta Fish, Sgt. Pepper. You can’t hold a fish, and they’re just using you for food. Fish are jerks.
I know I want a cat when I have my own place, I just want to make sure it’s special. Not some mean cat. That’s what I liked about Pickles. She was rescued, and she was thankful.
I am happy because Pickles is happy in her new home, and Leslie is happy to have her. My own special kitty is out there when I am ready for it.

Peace, Love, and Pudd’n Pops,
AMZ