i have turned my office into an adele concert. i made a playlist after lunch on youtube of her performance at the itunes festival in 2011. it is ridiculous how absolutely wonderful she is. i was lucky enough to see her live last year in royal oak and was so surprised that she is actually much better live than she is recorded. it's like recording doesn't do her justice. i came here for more than to talk about adele. what was that again? was it to take a break from the pinning vortex i feel into on pinterest while snipping the split ends off my hair while day dreaming about not being at work any more today? why yes, yes it was. that was exactly why i opened up this tab to ramble out a quick blog. honestly, it's embarrassing how bad i am at maintaining this blog. good thing no one reads it. i'm the only one who has to know that things never get posted here.
i have a few things that i feel like posting about. and since i'm pretending i'm writing for someone to read it, i'll pretend like i'm catching you up on what has happened since i last wrote. but not really catch you up. more like, tell you amusing things that have happened since i last posted. or annoying things. we'll see what happens.
my dear friend sam brought up this idea of a reverse bucket list to me recently. quite frankly, i love the concept. while it's probably healthier and better to think of things that you want to do before you die, i find this to be much funnier. so i submit for your amusement, a couple items from my reverse bucket list (in no particular order):
- attend a miley cyrus concert
- get dreadlocks
- be alone in nature
- become a CPA
- survive the zombie apocalypse (i couldn't rebuild society after that mess)
i anticipate that i will eventually have other things to add to this list. but right now, these are the only things that i can really say i don't ever want to do. wait, i don't want to whip my hair back and forth. ever.
another thought, i am again being shown that no matter how well you think you know someone, everything you know can be debunked in mere moments. how very quickly everything can change. or i suppose, how i notice that everything changes all at once. i learned from a former close friend recently that in order to move on and live your best life, you need to abandon anyone who you have made a mistake with in the past. in order to be respectful to a partner, you must get rid of those who have come before and that romantic relationships must trump friendships if you want them to succeed. not trump. replace. romantic relationships should replace friendships if you want your marriage to be properly supported in trust and loyalty. yes, this is what i've learned recently. quite recently. and this is why i am now using former to describe someone who has been a close friend for well over a decade. it's kind of sad when you think about it. i assume it would be sad if you thought about it. when i think about it, i get angry that this friend decided to explain to me that because he is twenty eight it is now time for him to grow up. that he has hit reality head on and there is no such thing as having your cake and eating it too. that it's selfish to think this way. i'm almost exactly six months younger than him. and that six months mattered when it was the difference between driving, voting and drinking but at twenty eight, all it says to me is that you are taking yourself way to seriously. it's disappointing. though from his perspective where i am this immature twenty seven year old, perhaps i am disappointing. he sounds like a fifteen year old girl to me so it's hard for me to take any of this serious. i do wonder though if like so many other marriages, especially those that are entered into hastily, ends in divorce rather than happily ever after, who he will turn to. i'm confident i won't be there waiting.
i think that's about all today. i don't want to get too worked up. it's time for me to get back to running reports and day dreaming.
from the girl who's lack of focus would be alarming if i cared.
until next time...
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