Packing

I’ve spent just over the past year of my life packing and unpacking and repacking.  Constantly trying to organize and compartmentalize my belongings.  Dresses in this box, shoes in that box, books in this one.  I try to make my belongings smaller and smaller each time I come home.  At some point, I started compartmentalizing my life too.  Family over there, school friends over here, ship friends on Facebook.  It gets hard to balance all those boxes.  Some people get more time than others, and not always the ones who deserve it.  It seems the bigger my life gets, the smaller I try to make it because it’s the only way to balance it all.  The more people I meet, the more people I lose touch with.  Maybe that’s just the natural cycle of things.  The people who are meant to stay part of my life will. The rest will fade. Who can say who will fall into which box. Certainly though, it’s a two way street.

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#WordsofWisdom … in Other Languages

You know you spend too much time studying languages when you answer “Keyfa haluuk?” with “io sto bene”!!!

Those who can’t do- teach. Those who CAN do- CAN’T teach.

#wordsofwisdom #fromships

#WordsofWisdom

Jealousy is a product of laziness. Don’t say you WISH you could do something; DO it. Otherwise, you do not really wish to do it.

A Word of Advice to the Boys

Men are always complaining about “not understanding” women.  Hell, I hardly understand them, that’s why most of my friends are guys!  But I have two really big pet peeves when it comes to guys, and both deal with communication and honesty.

So boys, listen up:

1) If you are dating a girl and after a few dates or whatever, you are not feeling it, then politely tell her so.  Don’t just fall off the face of the earth (something my best friend has termed as “skytracking”).  It’s sounds cliche (“It’s not you, it’s me”) but if you don’t tell her she will automatically assume that it’s her.  Girls are just dumb that way.  If you’re too chicken shit to tell her in person or call her, at least send it to her in a text or email.

2)Don’t pull the other cliche “I hope we can still be friends”.  It might seem to ease the pain at the time, but usually causes more pain over the long run.  It’s not to say that you can’t be friends, I have dated some of my best friends.  But if you have no intention of actually being a friend to her (even if all it means is shooting her a message to check in once in a while, or commenting on her Facebook wall or post) then don’t say you want to still be friends.  Better to politely tell her you’re not feeling it and THEN fall off the face of the earth.  Unless she’s a crazy stalker chick, then I don’t know what to tell you except “B**ches be crazy, yo!”

Don’t Judge Me!

For those of you who don’t know, this weekend was Gasparilla Pirate’s Fest, Tampa’s own little version of Mardi Gras (only better because it’s pirate themed!) I had the fortune to be in the parade this year (which was always on my list even though I don’t think I ever wrote it).  I’m not sure who drinks more, the people in the crowds or on the floats? Either way, ya start early and go all day!  I was smart enough to crap out early though because I had to work early the next day (a sunday when most people had off).

At my job, we are required to suggest margaritas to every table, even if they clearly don’t want them.  And when they say “No”, we’re pretty much supposed to force them down their throats anyways (at least that’s what the company would like).  So around noon on sunday, I am waiting tables.  I get one that clearly looks like they just came from church (a generalization about our church people- they think they are high and mighty because they went to church and you clearly were not allowed to and then they sit at your table for hours and leave you no tip (except maybe a ‘Jesus Saves’ card)  because they think you are so much beneath them you should be their slave, but I digress).  I do my usual schpiel, ask them if they want a margarita, and the lady gives me the stank eye and goes “what, this early?!” in a voice like I had just asked her to commit murder.  Hey, it’s five o’clock somewhere!  I wanted to say “honey, this time yesterday I was already 6 shots in!”  But, I held my tongue and waited 20 minutes for them to be ready to order.  All the while she stared at me like I had the plague and she was afraid she might catch it.  If you think servers are so much beneath you, cook your own damn food!

I guess it is somewhat hypocritical of me to judge them with all the other church people- but I was right- they sat there for another 2 hours, their kids made a mess everywhere, and they left like $3.  I, on the other hand, drank all the day before, remembered everything I did, and was not even hung over the next day and managed to do my job just fine.  So who fit their stereotype better?  At the end of the day, people are constantly judging you no matter what.  It’s my goal to constantly prove them wrong (yes I really am 26, yes I really do have a genius IQ, yes I do speak 3ish languages), but damn it’s hard work!!!

Plan for Bettering Myself

In my efforts to make myself better, and feel better (physically and emotionally) I have developed a weekly regimen for bettering myself.  Ideally, I would love to be like ladies of some means in Victorian times where all I would have to do is study arts and languages all day long.  Unfortunately, I have to actually work for a living.  However, I have included language studying as much as possible as it is the only useful skill I have developed to hopefully obtain a career.  I have also included dancing, as it is my preferred means of physical exercise.  Perhaps eventually I will be able to squeeze in piano or guitar, as I have tried on numerous occasions to learn both.  The dietary idea came form some research I did as to why I always feel congested.  I knew dairy was a huge culprit in causing congestion, but I had no idea that so was Gluten and Refined Sugar.  I do not find myself string enough to give up any of these entirely, especially not working in the restaurant that I do, so, I have decided to give up one at a time, one day a week.  Hopefully minimizing them in my system will help me feel better, especially coupled with eating healthier in general.

And without further ado, here is my plan:

Jenna’s Plan to Better Herself

Day of Week

Dietary

Exercise

Study

Other

Thursday

Dairy Free Day

Line dancing

Arabic

Friday

Work

Saturday

Dancing

Religion/Torah

Work or Theme Park/Events

Sunday

Swing

Monday

Gluten Free Day

Arabic, ASL

‘Castle’ night

Tuesday

Vegan Day

Yoga/ Swing

Arabic, French

Tutor

Wednesday

Sugar Free Day

Yoga

Arabic, Italian

Grocery Shopping

*Items in italics are not definitive and depend on work schedule/funds

You will notice that weekends are pretty lax.  This is mainly because this is when I am busiest and lack time to really eat, let a lone study anything.  And when I do have a weekend day off, I am usually spending it at a theme park or other event where I do not wish to limit my gastronomic choices.  I have also tried to include some socialization time so as not to further my depression.  Dancing involves socialization, as do theme park days (usually).  And I have scheduled a TV show night with my little brother to help with family bonding.

All of this will probably be constantly changed and edited, but I hope to keep you updated as to how well it works and perhaps you can try making one for yourself 🙂

Cake or Death?

“Cake or Death?”  Hopefully many of you have heard the joke and get the reference.  What this blog is really about though, is the fact that I feel like more and more people, mostly misled by the government and health institutions, would choose “Death” over “Cake”.  Or perhaps worse than death, a life filled with suffering from various diseases.  Give me the choice and I will most certainly choose good all fashioned fattening, sugary, empty calorie cake.

It seems to me though that many people now-a-days are so concerned with not being fat or not giving their kids sugar, that they are willing to choose way more harmful options.  Our society has taught us that if something does not have calories, it must be okay for you.  Give your kids diet cola instead of regular.  Apparently corn syrup, which is merely made from corn, is evil, but aspartame, which causes epilepsy and cancer especially in kids, is an acceptable substitute.  People praise canola oil because it’s less fattening than butter.  What they don’t tell you is it comes from a poisonous plant and has been linked in studies to diseases like Alzheimer’s and dementia.  So it seems like the people we trust to guide our dietary paths are basically telling us “O sorry, we’re out of cake. You can have death.”

What if, instead of worrying so much about these calories and things, let your kid have a little piece of cake now and then- then send him OUTSIDE to ride his bike or run around until the sugar runs off!  Or if they did well in school that week, maybe they can have some dessert or a soda.  It’s more about moderation!  If you’re still concerned, pick unrefined sugars or use olive oil, it’s still a little fattening but its a good type of fat!  Most importantly, people should just practice self-control.

Where will YOU be in ten years?

Remember back in high school people would always ask you “Where do you see yourself in five years? Ten years?”  I’m pretty sure that question was on every college admissions application.  How did you answer?  Did you really know?  Did you have a goal or did you just put what you thought they wanted to hear?  Or were you honest and said you had no idea?

I honestly don’t remember what I would put for that.  I’m fairly certain I generally just left it blank or filled it with question marks.  I’ve always had a few random ideas for where my life could go, but I always figured there were so many variables that affected it to know for sure.  At one point I wanted to be either a profiler or linguist for the FBI.  At another point I wanted to be a computer programmer.  I also always thought that by ten years I’d have a husband and kids and a family and a house.

Today, I realized that it HAS been ten years.   Did you end up where you thought you would?  Did you accomplish any of your lofty adolescent goals?  I didn’t.  No fancy, important career.  No husband or kids.  I do have a house.  I suppose that’s something.  One out of four ain’t bad, I suppose.   Still, I ask myself what I have been doing for these past 10 years?!?  I’m no closer to any of these goals than when I graduated high school.  In fact, I feel like I’m further away from any of them.

Someone pointed out today that there are kids half my age that have accomplished way more in their short lives than I will ever hope to accomplish in mine.  It’s kind of a depressing thought.  I suppose it gives you something to work towards, but for most of those things I feel like the ship has sailed.  And let’s be honest, a 3o-year old doing the things that a 10 year old is doing isn’t nearly as impressive.

I suppose the only thing to do now is ask myself: Where do you hope to be in 10 years from NOW?  Funnily enough, the answers remain pretty much the same (except even less lofty):  husband, maybe kids, decent career (I don’t need anything too fancy, just something I don’t hate and can make a decent living at), and maybe have visited a couple more foreign countries.  Those don’t seem lofty do they?  I’m not asking to be a pop star or anything!  Just some basic, All-American goals.  And hopefully, my next 10 years will be more successful than the last 🙂

Save the Drama for Television

I always thought that T.V. and movies over dramatized the way things are in real life (think “Mean Girls”, “The Secret Life of the American Teenager”, “Dawson’s Creek”, etc.) I always watched these shows and thought, “who can relate to these things?!” Even reality TV I always dismissed as completely unrealistic. But apparently I was wrong. Apparently I’ve managed to fly under the drama radar for nearly twenty-five years. I survived all of middle school, high school, and college without ever really having to worry about liars, cheats, and backstabbers. But apparently it really does exist in real life, far more than I ever knew. Maybe it’s because I’m a likable enough person. Maybe since I try to be nice to everyone, they’re generally at least civil towards me. Maybe because I tend to drop friends that prove to be, well, unfriendly. Maybe because I’ve, until recently, always had mostly mature friends and hung mostly around guys I never noticed it, but girls are mean! They are manipulative and vindictive. This is why I could never join a sorority. Also why I never had very many girl friends except my few best friends. I think, at the end of the day, they’re just jealous. Jealous that I can make friends anywhere I go. Jealous that almost everybody, except them, likes me. Jealous that I am free to do as I please without a husband, or boyfriend, or parents, or kids to tie me down. Jealous that I go places and suddenly upgrade to VIP status. At the end of the day my life is filled with AWESOME because I make it that way. Think it will happen, and it will. Everything happens for a reason.

Most Memorable Memories in Life Were Once a Crazy Random Happenstance

A few months ago, I wrote a post about some of my favorite “things” (which were actually more like memories).   Most of these things were not planned, they kind of just happened.  I feel like sometimes someone pushes us to go somewhere because that is where we are supposed to be.  A couple months later, I wrote a post about opening myself up to more unexpected opportunities that could turn into these types of memories.  (P.S. Links to both of those posts are contained within the text!)  I would like to update and expand on both these posts to show that I am somewhat, slowly but surely, allowing myself to take such opportunities.

I would  like to add to my list of favorite memories the Bikini Laser Tag Rave (yes you read that correctly) I attended because I happened to accept a free ticket to a Tampa Bay Storm Game where one of my friends happened to be reading a newspaper that had an article for an event happening the following night which I just happened to have off.  I had always wanted to attend a rave since high school, and this was a good, clean opportunity to do so.  And it was a blast.  I danced until dawn, made new friends, got a free photo shoot, and listened to some great music.  I would also like to add to my favorites list my two recent trips to Daytona.  Both were fairly random and last minute and ended up being tons of fun!  First was the Daytona 500 in February, which I would never have thought to go to until I won tickets and had a blast (and met Brad Paisley).  Second was a mini beach vacation with a friend that seemed to be just what the doctor ordered to add new life to my other wise busy schedule and just happened to fall on my two days off.  So yes, late night road trips, drinking all day, and good music with family and friends.  Sounds like a winning combination to me!

The moral of this post, and a few of my others, is that you never know what life has waiting around the corner.  You can plan all the trips you want, but, at the end of the day, the most memorable ones are the ones you weren’t expecting.  I figure I get particular days off for a reason, meet particular people for a reason, and end up in particular places for a reason.  I may not yet know that reason, but I’m pretty sure part of it is to have fun and enjoy life!

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