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can never think of a title that’s just WRITE. get it? write not right. classic english major

26 Jan

It’s been a hell of a long time since I’ve written in here. I wish I could say it’s for good reason, but in reality, it’s out of laziness. Sorry bout that, but there’s not much else I can do. But lest you think me some lazy cow, I should explain it’s because I work a 9-5 job now, which I had never done before, especially not when I began writing in this blog, and I didn’t understand what kind of a toll working those hours and then going to the gym would take on my tiredness. When I finally get home after a long day, all I want to do is eat dinner and pass out in front of the tv. I like to think I’m my mom now. If I was actually her, I’d be a much better person, but I’m not. I’m still fundamentally me, still cynical and an asshole, but I’ve come to terms with myself and accept it. Moving to New York has possibly made me less cynical since I’m not rotting away in the abyss that was my bedroom in Massachusetts, but being around more people for such a long period of time during the day hasn’t helped me like people more. Oh well. You win some, you lose some.

But I want to make a point to write in here more. I’ve found that since starting my grown up job, I’ve been in need so much more of having a creative outlet. My life has become so routine and monotonous, it’s actually kind of bleak. I moved to New York to flex my creative muscles and do something with my writing, but I fell behind on that. Even the women’s blog I started writing for in June took a MAJOR and regretful backseat once I started my full time position. But I’m trying to make up for that and post when I can with whatever insightful dribble I can come up with. Look at me, using the word “dribble”. How droll of me. So pretentious and English now. But yeah, I really need to write. I have too much pent up EVERYTHING in my system. I need a way to let that out and write creatively and get my juices flowing.

So this is it. This is where I must be creative and just say whatever I want to say whenever I want to say it. I hate posts like this but I felt this would be a good way to get myself back into this. I wish I was less lazy and more motivated to actually keep up with my goals. Something in me wasn’t wired that way. I’m a robot, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it a million times more. Robot Alaina. That’s me. Always and forever. Signing out.

Oh also, it’s about one degree outside, so fingers crossed, if all things go well, this will be me by the end of the week:

Old faithful.

Old faithful.

Live long and prosper. Always remember me.

PS, don’t worry, I’m still insane. In case you thought a 9-5 grown up job would straighten out my mental instability, fear not. Still completely out of it.

Now stop bothering me, I’m continuing on my one-woman “Six Feet Under” marathon for the weekend. You’re disturbing me in my time of need.

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“their adventure is just beginning” just happened to be uttered on a commercial that’s playing

14 Jun

I am currently sitting on my bed, surrounded by a pile of clothes. I’ve decided to allow myself six more minutes before removing said clothes from my bed and placing them in plastic bags. Yes, friends, the time has come. I am moving to New York, officially on Saturday, but my apartment is already there waiting for me with open arms and smiles to enter. I am procrastinating like a mother fucker at this current moment, so I decided “why not”? Hilary Duff had said it so well so many years before me, and so I had to say it now, to apply it to this moment in time. Why not blog for a hot second cause I haven’t written this shit in like a month? For that I am sorry. Life is busy and life is hard and life was taken up by a lot of job hunting and life hunting. I have secured a job (kind of two jobs) and also that apartment, so my life is steadily coming to order. I am rambling on like a psychopath right now because guess what? I am going criminally insane. And when I am going criminally insane, as it happens a few times a month, I just need to ramble and get some thoughts out. So I am going to impose those thoughts on poor, defenseless individuals on the internet because all should fear my wrath.

My leg is asleep. This is uncomfortable. Four minutes, then back to packing. Procrastination will some day be the death of me, of this I am sure. I’ve eaten six slices of pizza today and an uncountable amount of ice cream. I am not feeling so well. But so is life, eh? I suppose this will do, I should probably stop typing.

One more thing, my horoscopes have been very positive lately, one of them claims I will have good fortune for 13 months. That’s the kind of news I like to hear. New York, we should be having a good time very very soon. Be ready for me. And be ready for the thunder.

I want my life to some day be all about this tweet.

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love means never having to say you’re sorry

23 Mar

Since I’m bored and feel the need to procrastinate before doing anything (the case today is that I know I need to work out, but I just discovered that a “Real World” marathon of the first season of Las Vegas is on, and that’s the first season I ever watched so I HAVE to watch it again now), I’ve decided to read through my old posts on this blog. I want to send out a formal and sincere apology to anyone who actually reads this and has read my older posts through my newer ones. I apologize because reading these old posts, I see that I was much better at writing about a month ago and also had much more personality while writing. Not sure what’s happened to me in the past month or so, but my last four posts were pretty poorly written and poorly researched, and I was kind of just rambling, which is what I always do, but I was not nearly as endearing while rambling as I usually am (I guess that’s what happens when you sloppily write four posts on completely different subjects in less than an hour). I think that it’s because all I am passionate about right now is drag queens and “RuPaul’s Drag Race”, but I know there’s only a limited amount of posts I can write on the subject before people start to ignore me entirely. Sad, but I feel that’s true.

So this is my cassette I’m sending out, I hope you hear it. Wait, sorry, just thought I was Stan in the Eminem smash hit “Stan” for a second. But seriously, sorry for the lackluster writing on my part. Guess I’m lucky that no one reads this poor excuse for a blog, otherwise I’d have some pretty pissed off followers on my hand.

I solemnly promise to try to get out of the funk I’ve been in so I can return to the self-depricating but so wonderfully adorable blogger I once was. Take this as a token of my sincerity:

Now you KNOW I mean business.

Now you KNOW I mean business.