so there is the harvest moon tonight here in this bluegrass state. but i am going to sleep. well going to try. and hopefully tomorrow i will be back here again, and this weekend have some good stories to share about this life, being bliss. but until then...
goodnight moon.
love, bliss.
Monday, September 12, 2011
the big move.
so i have moved lots of times in my life. the first when i was 20. into my sorority house. i loved that room. it had so much character. it was lavender and so tiny, but had huge mirror sliding closet doors and bunk beds. then i moved home for the summer. the next fall i moved into our new sorority house. i hated it. it was too big, less homey feeling and felt like a dorm. just all around sucked. but it was college and living up in clifton where uc was, was big for me. i lived there for two years, the last one, i stayed the summer and my friend dj and i hung out before we moved into our giant ass house on rohs street. that place was too big and i swear it was haunted haha. i got bed bugs and had to move back in with my parents. i was so depressed, but that started a new kind of bliss. no longer the sorority girl with the big brown curls, but now the blonde bitch with a new set of friends and hanging out with my sister (well she is actually my little cousin) haha arianne. she is a bliss too.
i met a schlou of people too. and then finally i had enough money to move into my own little house. this little cottage in newport. i remember the first time i saw it. sure it was a fucking dump. a foreclosure that needed a shit ton of work, but to me it was love at first site. i'll never forget sleeping on the couch, when i used a basket as my coffee table and the memories i made there. endless nights of drinking, finding my love azul, my crazy husky, having a boyfriend practically living there, but most of all having something that was mine. the bedroom, the living room, the kitchen and the bathroom all of my things. everything belonging to me. and for the first time in my life the freedom.
but a year and a half later, its all gone. taken away by a selfish piece of shit landlord. and so i start again. part of my new beginning i guess. so i sit here with boxes, upon boxes, and stopping by to collect the last few things at 168 main, and seeing the empty rooms makes me think, maybe everyone is right, its just a house. but to me it was a piece of my life. something that belonged to me that i shared with everyone else, and i'll never get that back. maybe someday i'll have a new home all by myself to share with friends and family. but i'll always have the memories, and the best one of my uncle todd, god rest his soul :) painting my bedroom and yelling at me cause i was doing it all wrong. and that i hold in my heart as i move on and just remember all the good times i had and hopefully can make new ones at 17 broadway...
i met a schlou of people too. and then finally i had enough money to move into my own little house. this little cottage in newport. i remember the first time i saw it. sure it was a fucking dump. a foreclosure that needed a shit ton of work, but to me it was love at first site. i'll never forget sleeping on the couch, when i used a basket as my coffee table and the memories i made there. endless nights of drinking, finding my love azul, my crazy husky, having a boyfriend practically living there, but most of all having something that was mine. the bedroom, the living room, the kitchen and the bathroom all of my things. everything belonging to me. and for the first time in my life the freedom.
but a year and a half later, its all gone. taken away by a selfish piece of shit landlord. and so i start again. part of my new beginning i guess. so i sit here with boxes, upon boxes, and stopping by to collect the last few things at 168 main, and seeing the empty rooms makes me think, maybe everyone is right, its just a house. but to me it was a piece of my life. something that belonged to me that i shared with everyone else, and i'll never get that back. maybe someday i'll have a new home all by myself to share with friends and family. but i'll always have the memories, and the best one of my uncle todd, god rest his soul :) painting my bedroom and yelling at me cause i was doing it all wrong. and that i hold in my heart as i move on and just remember all the good times i had and hopefully can make new ones at 17 broadway...
why i love netflix...
so recently i have discovered the show felicity again. damn. i remember when that show came out, i was like in 8th grade. clearly too young to understand a show about college and a vaguely remember it. so i decided to take a risk and watch it again. and i'll tell you this, you sure do appreciate shows about college once you've been through it. the love, the fights and the intensity. midterms, finals, parties, your first job and making it to class on time. wow. i miss it so much. it feels like only yesterday i was trucking my ass up to the university of cincinnati's campus and eating papa dino's cheese fries drunk on a saturday night.
let's just say i'm only halfway into season 2 and its holding on to me tight, so tight i can't stop watching! like a pringle, once you pop, you can't stop.
let's just say i'm only halfway into season 2 and its holding on to me tight, so tight i can't stop watching! like a pringle, once you pop, you can't stop.
nostalgia
wow. 27 years is about to come and go. i sit here and wonder where the hell this year went. i remember last year sitting in minnesota, for stupid work, that ended up closing and ruining my life, but will get to that, but anyways...i'm sitting in minnesota and i get a mysterious phone call from a guy i dated. this guy ends up being my boyfriend and we have a disasterous relationship and makes what i thought would be the best year into the worst. i was 26, hoping that 27 was going to be the best year. i was so sick of stuff, work, relationships, paco and going out to the same boring bars and 27 was my turn to be awesome and do awesome things.
i was wrong.
so now i sit here praying and hoping that being 28 will be the best fucking year i have had in a long ass time.
so i'm starting this again. and this time all of my life is going to be here, a record for myself to remember the new beginning of a new bliss. out with the shit and in with the new. a chance for me to reinvent myself.
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