Charleston, Here I Come!

The much awaited trip to Charleston has finally arrived. After many weeks of preparation, I will be venturing off to the sandy beaches of South Carolina to run the Cooper River Bridge Run. Undoubtedly, this weekend will be a nice little mini-vaca from my hectic school life. How long has it been since I last went to the beach?

The bridge is a 10k, which is approximately 6.2 miles, and I am really looking forward to beating the Kenyans this year (in case you didn't know they usually run this in about 30 minutes -- or basically 5 minute miles). No big deal right? But in all seriousness, my aim is to run the entirety of the race and finish in under an hour. Let's keep our fingers crossed.

In preparation for the race, I have updated my Ipod, and plan on listening to Ellie Goulding and Ke$ha non-stop. Perfect playlist.

Following the race will be a day out on the beach (maybe a nap will come into play as well) and a much needed drink. Afterall, it doesn't make sense to be on the beach without a drink in your hand right? 

Saturday night brings the real fun. Furthur in Charleston with some very fun people. And for those of you who don't know who Furthur is, they are a band founded by the former members of the Grateful Dead. Jealous right? Needless to say, this weekend will consist of a lot of hair swaying and an overall good time.

Time is going to drag, as it always does when you are looking forward to something....

I Am Always Right

It's true, I am never wrong. In any circumstance I am always right (most of the time). Lately, I have begun to wonder what leads me to this particular conclusion. Why do I feel that I am right about everything?

Being so stubborn is not a quality many people possess to the degree that I do. When I put my foot down, there is no going back and no hope for whomever is on the receiving end of the warpath I have just created. This has cost me many relationships in the past.  Not just relationships with the opposite sex; this has also gotten in the way of friendships and family to an extent.

Why is it so hard for me to let things go? Why must I hold grudges for so long when I have probably done far worse? Does this make me a hypocrite? Yes. Does this mean that I should never put my foot down? No.

Somehow, ordinary people are able to decide what is enough to be so stubborn. I, on the other hand, can hold a grudge until the day is young (I am always right, afterall). This has become more and more of a problem lately as I have begun to reflect on the decisions that I have made. Why is it so hard for me to suck up my pride and admit when I'm wrong?

The answer is simple, I am never wrong. That, or the fact that I am struggling between two (or three or four) different identities that encompass my body. Is it too late to get things figured out? It's never too late (and trust me, I am right about this).

Double Vision

Have you ever stopped to wonder if there is someone else in this world that looks exactly like you? What if you were a twin at birth but were separated in the hospital? Okay, I see where this sounds like something off of Unsolved Mysteries, but these are serious questions!

I've always wondered where my look-a-like is, and what she is like. If I had a twin, I would like to think that she was so completely opposite people wouldn't believe we were related (if not for the fact that we looked exactly alike). Would my twin have my sense of style or would she like to do the same things in her free time? Would she have a pet cat named George?

I want my twin to be from Australia, with a cute accent. And I would like to think she loves the show Summer Heights High as much as I do (but maybe more since she is an Aussie). Would we be best friends, or complete opposites?

Legit questions, or too much time on my hands? You all may think differently once I find my other half. Terrorizing cities one by one...

Thank You Pandora

Currently, my Pandora station is set to this girl. So while I take a brief break from this research paper that is due in about 20 hours (that I may or may not have just started tonight, oops?), I cannot take a break from this song. It has been on repeat all weekend long. This musical mastermind has managed to incorporate everything I love into a song/video. The flashing lights, the colors, the dance moves, the hair swinging, the electronic beatz.... I think I'm in love.

Is This Real Life?

Recently, I had a little car trouble. What started out as a flat tire has led me to question all that I believe in. Namely, how I somehow attract the crazies no matter what town I am in.

If you know anything about me, you probably know I don't have the greatest track record. I have chosen some real winners in my dating career, but luckily I'm a single girl now (which may or may not be a good thing according to my mother). Being single leads to the opportunity that I may attract another looney.

But back to the story at hand... My flat tire led me to call Triple A (which I will not be using again anytime in the near future). Well as fate would have it, they send me a fine young specimen. After changing my tire we parted ways. A few days later I receive a facebook message from this prince charming.

You won't understand his potential unless I expose what this message said verbatim:

"Hey ain't you the one that I changed your tire and put air in your tires for lol."

WHY ME?!? Do I have a sign on my head that says, "If you're not going anywhere in life, I'm interested"? Actually, don't answer that question.

So now after my flat tire fiasco, all I'm left with is a local stalker and an unconfirmed friend request from Doug. Oh what a joy. 
 

It's All About The Benjamin's Baby

My frivolous spending has gotten me into trouble, yet again.  However, this time it is not an impulse buy or a splurge I am regretting; it is ever investing in a debit card that really is bothering me today.

For the second time in the span of two years, someone has gotten hold of my debit card information. You think I would learn the first time but you know my pattern of decision making, I don't need to explain further. Actually, this time it was not my fault. Somewhere I used my debit card and entered my pin in a facility where my card was scanned! Unbelievable right? Who are we supposed to trust nowadays? (wow, I do sound old)

Someone in Washington DC is living it up right now, thanks to the $700 they conveniently came into possession of today (I am a good Samaritan afterall). What kind of luck do I have to be the lucky recipient of this not one time, but two (my mother would say this is not luck at all, rather it involves karma).

The first time this happened to me I purchased several mattress toppers for a special someone in Nigeria. Unfortunately, the goods never reached them and I am still on the lookout for that special somebody today. I admit, the first time WAS my fault. My addictive online shopping behaviors are what ultimately cause my demise. But this time is a completely different story.

If people can simply scan your card and your pin number when you think you are making a secure transaction, who can you trust? It makes me want to withdraw all my cash and stash it under my mattress (I guess it was a mistake in telling you all this grand idea). And although this idea makes me only sound more old and senile by the minute, I would be willing to risk that for my dear Benjamin's.

Now how am I ever going to be able to save up for my retirement?

You Spring This On Me Now?

Recently, my mother informed me that I would not be getting an Easter basket this Easter. Seeing as how I am a mature 23 year old, I reacted how any sane person would; I pouted.

Easter is our thing. Okay, so maybe it's really Jesus's thing, but you get the point I hope. Easter has always been very special to me; the next best holiday after Christmas and my birthday. Don't get me wrong, it's not about receiving material things, it's the principle of the matter. I don't think you can ever be too old for an Easter basket, that makes no sense whatsoever. 

I think this topic also hit home due to the fact that it reiterates the fact that I am getting older (something I am trying to forget on a daily basis now). And if I don't receive an Easter basket, well that's just a blatant sign that I am getting old and decrepit at lightning speed. My youth lies in my Easter basket people! This is the only way I can stay young.

Not to mention, my mother still plans to give my brother an Easter basket. Children bias? Yes, I think so. This problem is just as bad as racial discrimination or gender bias. Giving one child an Easter basket while the other goes without is cruel and unusual punishment. And I know my rights!

Don't rain on my parade Mom! Just give me my Easter basket and no one gets hurt!