Following forgotten dreams

So, y'all are gonna think I'm crazy, but I've had this secret dream, since I was in like middle school, to be a model. And watching marathons of ANTM never helps (though I haven't done that in a while). Crazy right, I'm not at all model material, but whatevs, its my dream, I'll make it what I want.

Anyway, so the other day I'm trolling all the posts on craigslist looking for anything interesting and I find this:

Hi. I'm looking to do a concept shoot and would like to use a thin/petite model. The fewer curves the better.... If interested, please email me with a sample photo and any questions you may have. I will be happy to provide details at that time.

So my first thought is, whoa, I have NO curves, I'd be perfect, ha ha, and then I ignored it and moved on. But the thought stuck with me and I went back a day or two later and the post was still there. So I thought 'what the heck, why not at least email the guy'. I mean, I know how hard it is to get people to model for you, especially when you're looking for something specific and you're not offering money.

So I emailed him, and he emailed back (Kara thinks he's a rapist, but whatev, I'm too trusting for that to be my first thought). Due to the fact that I can, at times, look like I've just returned from a prison camp, he said my 'look' would work just fine. So I'm gonna do it, and I'm making Kara come with me for two reasons 1.) So I don't get raped and killed and 2.) I thought it would be a cool experience for her since she's really gotten into her photography lately. Plus, it'll be a good experience for me and my shiz too.

The other dream I've had (since third grade) and not told anyone about was being a writer. I've wanted to be a writer for so long. I used to write little stories and 'publish' them in my own little 'paper' and then hand them out to my family. I even illustrated a couple of them. Unfortuantely, as I got older I kinda stopped writing, I mean, every now and then I'll get a really good line and write it down somewhere, but never anything long enough to do something with.

Well, about 3 months ago, as I was driving home from somewhere, a really good line jumps into my head, and I was like 'oh crap, that is just too good to let go'. So I figured it was time I actually started trying to write the book I've always wanted to write, which is where my other blog came from. Whether or not I'll get anywhere with it is yet to be seen, but who knows, maybe I'll actually finish this one...

Buzzed confessions

So, Wyatt and little Wyatt (Vickie) had an after party, after their reception (hence the 'after' part of the party). Anyway, there was a lot of alcohol at the after party because there wasn't any at the reception. Now, I'm not a big drinker, but they had rasberry chuck and I didn't realize this until after I already had a green apple. Two drinks usually aren't a problem for me as long as I eat something, and I was kinda eating stuff, but since there was rasberry chuck too, I had 3 drinks, and then Wyatt thought it was funny that I was 'buzzed' so he went and got me another drink, which I only drank half of before Ryan wouldn't let me have it anymore.

I wasn't drunk, I was just buzzed, I swear, I was thinking straight and could balance on one foot and everything, I even remember the whole night, I was just really dizzy, and seeing how I get dizzy easily without help...well, you can imagine. Also, I know that when I get like that, I'm not entirely in control what comes out of my mouth. Not that what I say is terrible, I just usually edit better, mostly its stuff about myself that I usually wouldn't tell anyone. So this time, after a lot of people had already left, Ryan and I were sitting with Dan, Bria, Nathanael, Beth, and Kristin...actually, Beth might not have been with us at that point...anyway, Kristin and I were talking (Ryan was the only other one listening to us) about kids...to be honest, I'm not entirely sure why, but I did tell her that they have to wait so that we can have kids at the same time, that way they can grow up together. I was saying that the other day I had been reading about natural gender selection (which is basically choosing the gender of your baby by the kind of foods you eat and other things like that).

I've been saying for the last year or so that I want 2 kids, but only if the first is a boy, because I don't want to chance having 2 girls. But as I was talking to Kristin about this, I was telling her something I didn't plan on telling anyone...as much as I want 2 kids, I don't really know if I want a boy first or not, because as much as I want a boy and a girl, I really want a girl, and I'm afraid that if I do have a kid that I'll only be able to have one. The reason behind my fear? Endometriosis. Endometriosis is a disease where tissue that lines the uterus also grows outside of the uterus, causeing several things including infertility. I don't know that I have this disease, its just something that I'm afraid of because its characterized by a screwed up menstral cycle, which I have. Now I could just have that because I'm little and my weight yo-yos a lot, or because I'm slightly anemic, or whatever, but it could also be caused by endometriosis. Which is frightening.

So, after having this conversation with Kristin, she gets up for something and while she's gone I look over at Ryan. He looks at me, almost sadly, and says real quiet "You never told me you were worried about that." I just shrugged and looked away, what are you suppost to say to that? "Oh, sorry, I never really planned on telling anyone, let alone you, I just happen to have a little too much tonight and I'm not editting what I say very well." Yeah, I don't think so.

Its not that I didn't want him to know eventually, but...he's always on the look out for me to be manipulating him into marrying me sooner than he wants too. I want kids, and he knows that, but I don't want him to think that I would use something like this to get him to marry me sooner so that I could have kids, or find out if I can anyway. I don't know, maybe that sounds crazy....yeah, it probably does sound crazy, it kinda is, but thats my life. And now one of my biggest fears is out there in the open, so hopfully he'll do something good with it and not just ignore that fact that I'm serioulsy worried about it.

Though what I expect him to do about it I have no idea...

My uninteresting life

So, I'm in MD for Wyatt and Vickie's wedding, and I'm spending the night at Vickie's. However, anyone who knows Vickie knows she goes to bed the same time any normal 80 year old would (ok, so its not really that early, but hey, I exaggerate, get over it), and I'm the only one here besides her family since all the guys are staying at their apartment with Wyatt. So to occupy my time between when Vic went upstairs to sleep and when I am going to sleep I've been trolling through random blogs. I have to say, and yes, I know this sounds stalkerish, I enjoy reading about other people's lives. The things is, other people are so much more entertaining than I am.

There was this one blog, especiaLEE, that was about an asian girl who lives in LA (or there abouts) and goes to college in Syracuse, there wasn't anything overly special about what she was writing, just what she was doing during her break from school, and how she felt about having to go back, and you know what? It was way more interesting than anything I've written on this blog, aside from maybe that one post about how I was falling apart. I have to admit, that was some pretty dramatic stuff, true, but dramatic all the same.

Why can't my life be cool and interesting? Maybe a better question is why do I bother? No one ever reads this anyway....Though maybe I should put a counter on, that way I would know how many people are actually here and just not commenting...

Coloring Patience

So, for the first time today I got to color with the 2 year old I babysit. I've tried coloring with him before, but he always lost interest quickly. Well, he got a Cars color wonder coloring book for Christmas and he was really excited about coloring in it, but like with everything else I HAVE to do it with him or he pouts. Unfortunately he wanted my HELP, which in 2 year old terms means that he wanted to color only where I was coloring and no where else. I, on the other hand, cannot handle coloring in the same place as someone else. I about smacked the kid, he kept pushing my marker out of the way and coloring over what I had already done!

I have no patience for children that color like that. If my children ever tried that with me, they'd lose they're crayons for a week.

Posting again already...

Yes, yes I am posting again already, hopefully I'll be able to keep up with this a little better than I have the past year, but who knows.

So I changed the layout...again. I hate boring layouts and I hate cool layouts that don't let you post pictures. Lame.

Anyway, things have been going well, I think mostly I get so desperate sometimes because I can't say this stuff to Ryan's face. I always have things planned that I want to say to him, or I rant at him in my head, but once I actually get in front of him it just doesn't seem that important anymore.

For now my biggest problem is paying all my bills. I NEED another job, but I can't seem to find one at the moment.

P.S.- Comments are always nice, even anonymous ones.

I'm sorry I've been gone so long

This was posted in July...

"Anonymous said...
Your prayer warriors would like an update on the situation that was at hand in February. How are you? What have you learned? Has this summer been as bad as you thought it was going to be? Have you grown from your experience? Did the Lord give you the grace and strength that was needed?"

I'm sorry I haven't updated in so long, I honestly didn't realize anyone was reading this as I only ever got the one comment. Of course I haven't posted much to comment about I suppose, so the lack of comments could be entirely my fault. Anyway, to answer the questions, let's start with the easier ones--

How are you? - At the moment I'm not so sure how I am. Other things have worked out so far. I did find a place to live, and I sort of have a job, though the bill payment part of my life is touch and go right now. Student loans are a pain in the butt. As for everything else, I'll get to that in a minute.

What have you learned? - As much as I hate to admit it, I learned that maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that we didn't get married this summer. Don't get me wrong, I still would have done it in a heart beat, but at time I feel like it wasn't such a bad thing for me to be on my own for a year, or well, the last 7 months anyway. And Ryan definitely needed the time to himself, though according to him, he always needs time to himself. I've tried to tell him, he's an only child, he's had 19 or so years to himself, its time he came into the land of the living for a while.

How was your summer? - It was rough. Its never easy to watch other people get what you want while you sit back and watch, or are forced to participate. Though admittedly the one wedding I was in wasn't as bad as the others. Still, 5 weddings was rough and theres still one more next month.

Have I grown...ect.? - I don't know about growth. I haven't gained any patience, I know that much. As for grace and strength...well, I'm still here and I managed not to be overtly negative while at these weddings, so I had grace and strength enough for that. Though, He's not supposed to give us more than we can handle, so I guess it was to be expected that I make it through the summer intact.

Now to update you on the situation....In all honesty, the reason I even looked at the blog tonight was because I was feeling like I'm in the same place now that I was in February. Things were looking up. I thought that if I gave Ryan some time, that if he saw our friends getting married and how well they handled it, how happy they were, that maybe he would realize he was being overly negative to the idea. That maybe he was scared for no reason, because he never could give me a reason as to why he was scared or why he wanted to wait, just that he was and he did, which in my book is no good. If you feel a certain way, theres a reason and you should figure it out before you throw your feelings at someone like that. I get that sometimes its hard to understand why you feel a certain way, but he didn't even try to explain, like he didn't think I needed to know.

Anyway, he mentioned a couple times that he had been thinking about proposing (no, he's never actually proposed, I don't have a ring, I kinda went about things backwards the first time). You know, since just because you're engaged doesn't mean you have to get married right away, or even that you have to set a date. Then when we were at Britt and Dan's wedding last month we actually talked about "it" for the first time since the February incident. We both kind of feel stuck where we are, like someone hit pause without telling us. At least that's how I feel, he's worried about getting stuck in his job and never accomplishing what he wants with his life. I said 'duh, that's why I'm here, so I can bug you until you do all those things you planned to do. I'm not gonna let you stay in Lansdale for your whole life. I don't want that either.' He feels bad about putting my life on hold, or at least he said he did, though at times I think he says things like that and then forgets them the next day. If he really meant that, wouldn't he have acted to correct it by now? Or at least be working towards correcting it? But no, nothing, not a single thing has happened, not even another conversation since. And I thought we were getting somewhere. Once again I was wrong, I got my hopes up when I knew I shouldn't. The worst part about getting your hopes up is that you know you shouldn't, and you tell yourself you shouldn't, but you do anyway.

I thought I had been doing so well, but the more I see my friends with their spouses and how happy they are, and then I look at myself. I just feel so STUCK, like we're not going anywhere, not because we don't want to, but because he won't let us, and I don't know WHY, and its driving me crazy. For one brief fleeting moment I thought maybe this summer would be ok for him. It would make sense, he had his time, and my year lease is up at the end of July. And I could do that, give him a year to get himself together, that's not too much, but now, I don't know what he's thinking, and I don't know when he's thinking. And I HATE not knowing whats happening in my own life! Plus I don't' know if I can do this for another year. Another year means more weddings, more people I know getting what I want but can't have, and to no one's surprise, that doesn't get any easier. I just wish I could make him understand how I feel about this whole mess, but I've tried. And either he just doesn't get it, or he thinks what he wants is a little more important in this situation, because he's determined not to compromise. So if I'm gonna get what I want he has to think its his idea (not that I would actually do anything like that, he's paranoid enough about being manipulated).

Goodness, that was long, but now I have a few questions of my own. I know you commented anonymously, but I'm wondering....You said you've been praying and you asked about God giving me strength, but I don't think I've ever come out and said anything that would imply that I was religious, unless you took it from the name of my high school...or you know me. But if you know me then why not tell me who you are...unless your someone that I wouldn't want to be reading this...but whatever, I can't make you tell me who you are, and I'm not entirely sure I want to know, depending on who you are...

Falling apart

I know no one reads this, but maybe it'll help to get some of this out of my system. And on the off chance that someone does read this, please leave a comment. You can do it without having an account and you don't even have to leave your name, it would just be nice to know that someone out there is getting this.

I feel like I'm falling apart. Slowly but surely, one piece at a time. I only got about 4 1/2 to 5 hours of sleep last night, but I barely feel tired. Sick, I think, is more the word I'm looking for. I thought I had everything figured out for after graduation. But Saturday night, my already shaky living arangement fell through. It probably shouldn't have upset me as much as it did, it was never definate, and it relied heavily on Kara finding a full-time job back home, but it was a blow nevertheless. Also on Saturday night I find out that Bria picked her wedding colors...white and a deep scarlet red...my red, the red that I've had my heart set on since Erika took purple, and Bria's wedding was only a few weeks before mine. I know it was childish, but I wanted to hit her, I couldn't believe it, especially since I had just told her the night before what my colors were. Then, I thought I had Sunday to relax, do my homework, get another picture finished for my senior project and my boss calls to tell me that I'm suppost to be at work. I some how missed the 10th on the schedule and never wrote it down, and when I was looking for the paper that has my schedule on it I couldn't find it in the mess that is our table, which I have taken over with a ton of crap for my senior project. This table looks like I feel right now -- a complete mess. I lost it, because I couldn't find a piece of paper, I fell apart. And I still had to go to work, which lasted much longer than I was hoping it would and Helen was no help at all the whole time. I swear I'm gonna quit.

But heres the kicker, the thing that literally threw me over the edge. I come back from work, Ryan and I eat dinner, I start to get a little bit of work done between episodes of Smallville, and at quarter to 10 Ryan shatters my small, chaotic little world. He doesn't think he can marry me. Those were his exact words. "I don't think I can marry you." Of course he put no inflection in this sentence, but what I heard loudest was the "you" part. Like, its not because he isn't ready to get married, but because it was ME that he was going to be marrying. Insane right? Well, thats just how I am. But, to the surprise of both of us I think, I didn't freak out...at least not right away. I heard what he was saying and somewhere in my mind I get it, but I don't think I will ever understand it. Aparently we want two different things. He won't be ready to be married for another 3 or 4 years, and I don't want to have kids after I'm 25. So obviously that means that its just not going to work out, no chance at all. Well, to be honest, thats not exactly what he said, but it was the basic gist, as I heard it. The thing is, if I did move on, if I gave up, we broke up and I tried to find someone else, I still wouldn't be getting married for another 3 or 4 years. And thats only if I could find someone who would be willing to married a broken, used version of me. It just seems so unfair, that I've given him everything I possibly could, if he wanted it and it was in my power to give it to him I did (with the exception of power tools). And I know he's given me alot too, but this was the one thing that I set my whole future around. All of my plans hinged on the fact the he said he would marry me. I have no where to go now. He's just going to continue on with his life like he would have if everything had worked out, just he won't be doing it with me. And if I happen to stick around he seems to be okay with that, but it doesn't look like it would really phase him at all if he lost me completely. He says he loves me, but its times like these that make it harder to see. I have no dreams, no ambition beyond what I now can't have. How am I suppost to come back from that? Maybe I'm being a little melodramatic, but this is honestly how I feel.

All I want from life is an honest man, that loves me, but that loves me to the point that it would hurt him to loose me. Is that too much? Am I asking for something outrageous? I thought that was the definition of loving someone. Well, not the exact definition of course, but close enough. That it would cause you pain if they were removed from your life. Would he care if I walked away from him now? Would it hurt him enough that other people would see it? Or would he continue on with his life like nothing happened, with me being just a distant memory, a college mistake? I'd like to think that it would hurt him, that when he says he loves me that much he's telling the truth. But I don't think we're going to find out, because him loving me that much isn't the deciding factor, I love him that much, and for now thats all that matters.

If he wants time he can have it, I just hope he realizes how hard this summer is going to be, what with the 4 or 5 weddings that we have to go to...I don't know if I can do this....