Quest for Happiness
A new year, 25 years old, and my quest to achieve happiness...
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
phlegm filled fun wknd
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
I have a busy fun filled wknd ahead of me full of lemon drops, good people, and good tunes. Apart from last weekend where Friday's apartment search was a disappointing bust (but has since been rectified see above), and Saturdays fail at attending an out of town social in the hall I had my wedding reception in no less (better memories? not so much, but a certain someone i was travelling with got busted... so made it an early night, but as fate would have it we narrowly avoided a snowstorm).
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
WARNING: Ego boosting lbd pic post
Foul! no just a klutz
Oh the joys of being me.
I may have mentioned my complete lack of social prowess but my interwebs friends, I am so much more than that. Not only am I socially awkward to an obscene degree, I am also a highly evolved klutz.
Now I’ve manage to fool many with quick cover ups and improvisation but sometimes there’s just no hiding it.
For example in bodycombat last night… my friend and I have a great time pushing one another, talking smack and all that jazz.
Well we were doing a song that in a part of it you sprint forward a small distance before returning to your place in high knee running. So being the usual hardcores we’re “racing” each other. We usually only pretend to push one another, never making contact, or it being so miniscule it does nothing.
But as I’ll repeat, I am a klutz.
I just took a slight friendly jab and I was on the floor not knowing how I got there… and rolled my ankle.
I get back up, brush myself off, my face is already red from pure exertion so no worries there (I’m blond, red happens… ALL… THE… TIME). My ankle feels funny, but no pain I continue giving the high impact and talking smack to her, yelling “foul” to the instructor who just laughs. This was closer to the beginning of class so there was a lot left to go.
Throw in multiple lunge tracks, jump kicks, cross jacks, more high knee running… by the time the class was over and the adrenaline ebbed suddenly this sharp pain was shooting up the side of my foot and ankle.
I usually stretch my feet while waiting for the elevator and as I rotated my right foot I fell again, this time in pain at the slight rotation shot up my leg. I’m a girl, I’ll spazz at slight pain… it happens I cant always cover up when I grimace and fall to the floor.
Now my buddy is feeling all kinds of guilty, and I’m just trying to laugh it off amid stretch attempts to hopefully ease the throb that is only increasing in strength.
Yup… I definitely rolled my ankle good.
I still have to walk quite a few blocks (thank you city transportation and my local bus service).
All night amid overdosing on copious amounts of Advil and icing at intervals the swelling is minimal, it barely hurts to walk on it today, and I’m taking yet another day off from the gym (sad ‘nessa).
Tomorrow of course is (FINALLY) the new release for BC 47 here in
I’ve only been salivating for it forever. Also in hearing snippets on BC 48 I’m more then eager to start getting some sneak peaks on that one.
I’m such a combat crackhead ;)
Time for more Advil…
Friday, April 15, 2011
I have a pretty good intuition. But even that can be thwarted by outside influences. Lately amid the emotional rollercoaster yours truly has endured for the past many months, it’s been a lil off.
None the less the quest for happiness continues mildly derailed by negative ppl and their negativity… of which I do not need in my life and of which I’m very happy to ignore and continue on as per usual. But I’m back on track.
So I continue on the work out train. RPM for lunch with one of my favorite instructors.
I finally got a mortgage payment from the ex as all the funds have been coming out of my bank account. It was tense but I cashed it and it felt good to see a positive balance on the bank slip.
It’s going to be a quiet weekend I’m thinking, tonight read a book and laundry, tomorrow morning gym then an afternoon of retail therapy and maybe an evening out or another quiet one in. The next few weekends will be busy – Easter weekend with family fare, and then a weekend or so following will be my social filled weekend (Friday and Saturday oh boy…).
A lot to look forward to.
However a damper on everything, like an idiot, like the martyr I am and so wish I was not, I promised the ex another round of counseling.
I don’t get it.
Why?
Why go over all this again? It’s like a constant round of punishment. I feel so drained, just like the day I left just emotionally tapped out.
Does he not understand he represents the very things about myself I loathe! He represents the impulses that have controlled my life and the fear that kept me caged. The low self esteem that made 6 years pass while I stayed cocooned inside me hoping one day to wake up.
That day has come.
That day has passed.
Why can’t he just let me go? 6 years of punishment wasn’t enough?
Ugh… I need combat…
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Its far more cruel then you realize but I doubt you care.
Keep it up. I'm not leaving and I'm not going to cower from your rudeness. I'm stronger and better then you and maybe deep down you might feel a little bad for making someone whose already at a low point int her life cry over something new. Really... Hilarious...
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Attitude *snap*
I’m in a whole lotta pain today. Day 9 of 13 workouts and my body is tapping out. Going for a massage after work as much as I don’t like people touching me, I’m hoping it will help my back which has taken a beating.
Got the new release tomorrow for Body Combat 47 I’ve been foaming at the mouth for. My Sunday and Monday combats were lunge track heavy and my hammies are whimpering like the first day I did combat today, damn the instructor for calling me out, I HAD to giver hardcore, no holding back ;)
I digress… I’m also extremely grouchy today and in a bad mood. But no one believes me because I smile when I growl… little do they know I’m baring my teeth :P
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunshine and rainbows
There are a few people however that have been lifting my heart and filling my life with sunshine in an otherwise cloudy and dark existence adn one who has truly touched me that he is on my mind often, sort of a positive beacon of light. Inspiration maybe that I could reach such a level of happiness in my own life?
Saturday, April 9, 2011
sabotage
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea
Who's gonna taste your salt water kisses
Who's gonna take the place of me
Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna tame the heart of thee”
You're dangerous 'cause you're honest
You're dangerous, you don't know what you want
Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot
For any spirit to haunt
Hey hey sha la la
Hey hey
You're an accident waiting to happen
You're a piece of glass left there on the beach
Well you tell me things I know you're not supposed to
Then you leave me just out of reach
Hey hey sha la la
Hey hey sha la la
Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea
Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee
Well you stole it 'cause I needed the cash
And you killed it 'cause I wanted revenge
Well you lied to me 'cause I asked you to
Baby, can we still be friends
Hey hey sha la la
Hey hey sha la la
Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea
Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee
Oh, the deeper I spin
Oh, the hunter will sin for your ivory skin
Took a drive in the dirty rain
To a place where the wind calls your name
Under the trees the river laughing at you and me
Hallelujah, heavens white rose
The doors you open
I just can't close
Don't turn around, don't turn around again
Don't turn around, your gypsy heart
Don't turn around, don't turn around again
Don't turn around, and don't look back
Come on now love, don't you look back
Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea
Who's gonna taste your salt water kisses
Who's gonna take the place of me
Who's gonna ride your wild horses
Who's gonna tame the heart of thee