Lets talk about the past week, its been a weird week, odd things have been happening i'm really starting to get concerned that the universe is all out of whack. I wonder if its only me appearing to do weird things without realizing or wanting to, or maybe everyone gets a turn like riding a bike and this was mine.
Taking this into consideration, allow me to back track a few weeks. It all came into perspective last night while talking to my best friends brothers, that a few years ago we all had it pieced together, how we wanted our lives to be. Now, 4 years later after actually talking to people outside the academic world, and seeing everything from a bigger perspective, like stepping outside our very cushioned box, we just don't know anymore. 3 weeks ago I started this blog in hopes I would take a shinning to writing, and perhaps get an idea to write a book, its on my bucket list, stay tuned there are lots of hilarious things 18 year old me wanted to do. 2 weeks ago I wanted to be a famous painter, and not for nothing, I sold 4 paintings in a week, most normal people would take this sign from the universe and pursue it further, which I am slowly. But as most of my dear little sugar clouds know, I like to bite of much, much more then I can chew. It's really cutting into my sleeping time. This week however, this week is a week I find myself searching for words. The oddest occurrences are happening.
This is how my brain works, my cerebrum of logical thoughts. At the beginning of this week, i was serving a group of 10 gentlemen, whom i can only assume work at Websters, created the dictionary, and never leave their study for anything less then an emergency. These gentlemen were very prim and proper, no more then one class of wine with their meal and overly pretentious orders, decided to bring up the hockey situation. One chirped up and said he wanted the leafs to win another cup before he kicked the bucket. Obviously I immediately chimed in, while i was clearing their dinner plates, " Really sir? I don't think that's going to happen, they haven't managed to win a cup since 1967, and they choked a couple years ago when they were so close." Have you shut down someone who basically looked like Abraham Lincoln? Amazing, especially since it was with using my hatred for wretched city of Toronto. As they were responding and me just disagreeing with every might i had, i dropped a plate. Yep, that's me, almost made a clean get away. But it gets better. Obviously. This is how my logical thinking works, and it might be my natural instinct from all the sports i played growing up. Just before the plate was about to hit the floor, i attempt to catch it with my foot? What, who does that. Seriously, imagine trying to catch a plate while wearing 3 inch heels. Still i have no words for it. The men chuckled, and said that was the universe was telling me to give Toronto another chance. Well played universe, well played.
My lovely work mother has decided to start making decoctions, and one morning brought in some little dried fruit to munch on. I should know better then to taste anything she has before noon, considering the last time she had a smoothie and i tried it i threw up. It looked like strawberry, but it wasn't, it was poison in a plastic cup. This time however, I'm not even sure what I ate, and I can only describe them as little dried testicles that makes your mouth tastes like nature with an after taste of tree bark. Bear Grylls would love them. It was an awful situation at 10 am.
Another weird situation was hostessing again, I haven't been a hostess in over a year, and it brought back some fond memories of cleaning menus, meeting great people and basically doing as little as possible. It was a one time thing to help out the restaurant, but I definitely don't miss the customers who come in and demand a table. I'm sorry dear client whose here every other day, you know damn well its busy on Friday's and should make a reservation in advance, if you really were good friends with the owner I promise you he would be seating you himself, or would have at least called to have us find you a table. Nice try though. Or even better, the customer who messes up their own reservation and try and blame us, nope not going work I have an extremely good memory and you have a bad habit of being late for you reservations, solid effort.
But the oddest thing of all this week, is every time I get in my car, the same song is always on. EVERY TIME! I get in my car and start the engine and immediately, Fiction by the xx is playing, I get out of my car and there's a different song playing on the radio. I get back in my car and boom, the xx is back playing from the cd. I'm quite baffled by this, although I love the song so i'm not complaining.
You have to take risks, he said. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen. Every day, God gives us the sun - and also one moment in which we have the ability to change everything that makes us unhappy. Every day, we try to pretend that we haven't perceived that moment, that it doesn't exist - that today is the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow. But if people really pay attention to their every day lives, they will discover that magic moment. It may arrive in the instant when we are doing something mundane, like putting our front-door key in the lock; it may lie hidden in the quiet that follows the lunch hour or in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us. But that moment exists - a moment when all the power of the stars become a part of us and enables us to perform miracles.
Taking this into consideration, allow me to back track a few weeks. It all came into perspective last night while talking to my best friends brothers, that a few years ago we all had it pieced together, how we wanted our lives to be. Now, 4 years later after actually talking to people outside the academic world, and seeing everything from a bigger perspective, like stepping outside our very cushioned box, we just don't know anymore. 3 weeks ago I started this blog in hopes I would take a shinning to writing, and perhaps get an idea to write a book, its on my bucket list, stay tuned there are lots of hilarious things 18 year old me wanted to do. 2 weeks ago I wanted to be a famous painter, and not for nothing, I sold 4 paintings in a week, most normal people would take this sign from the universe and pursue it further, which I am slowly. But as most of my dear little sugar clouds know, I like to bite of much, much more then I can chew. It's really cutting into my sleeping time. This week however, this week is a week I find myself searching for words. The oddest occurrences are happening.
This is how my brain works, my cerebrum of logical thoughts. At the beginning of this week, i was serving a group of 10 gentlemen, whom i can only assume work at Websters, created the dictionary, and never leave their study for anything less then an emergency. These gentlemen were very prim and proper, no more then one class of wine with their meal and overly pretentious orders, decided to bring up the hockey situation. One chirped up and said he wanted the leafs to win another cup before he kicked the bucket. Obviously I immediately chimed in, while i was clearing their dinner plates, " Really sir? I don't think that's going to happen, they haven't managed to win a cup since 1967, and they choked a couple years ago when they were so close." Have you shut down someone who basically looked like Abraham Lincoln? Amazing, especially since it was with using my hatred for wretched city of Toronto. As they were responding and me just disagreeing with every might i had, i dropped a plate. Yep, that's me, almost made a clean get away. But it gets better. Obviously. This is how my logical thinking works, and it might be my natural instinct from all the sports i played growing up. Just before the plate was about to hit the floor, i attempt to catch it with my foot? What, who does that. Seriously, imagine trying to catch a plate while wearing 3 inch heels. Still i have no words for it. The men chuckled, and said that was the universe was telling me to give Toronto another chance. Well played universe, well played.
My lovely work mother has decided to start making decoctions, and one morning brought in some little dried fruit to munch on. I should know better then to taste anything she has before noon, considering the last time she had a smoothie and i tried it i threw up. It looked like strawberry, but it wasn't, it was poison in a plastic cup. This time however, I'm not even sure what I ate, and I can only describe them as little dried testicles that makes your mouth tastes like nature with an after taste of tree bark. Bear Grylls would love them. It was an awful situation at 10 am.
Another weird situation was hostessing again, I haven't been a hostess in over a year, and it brought back some fond memories of cleaning menus, meeting great people and basically doing as little as possible. It was a one time thing to help out the restaurant, but I definitely don't miss the customers who come in and demand a table. I'm sorry dear client whose here every other day, you know damn well its busy on Friday's and should make a reservation in advance, if you really were good friends with the owner I promise you he would be seating you himself, or would have at least called to have us find you a table. Nice try though. Or even better, the customer who messes up their own reservation and try and blame us, nope not going work I have an extremely good memory and you have a bad habit of being late for you reservations, solid effort.
But the oddest thing of all this week, is every time I get in my car, the same song is always on. EVERY TIME! I get in my car and start the engine and immediately, Fiction by the xx is playing, I get out of my car and there's a different song playing on the radio. I get back in my car and boom, the xx is back playing from the cd. I'm quite baffled by this, although I love the song so i'm not complaining.
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