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August is here which means cooler weather. When I took Rizzo out this morning I could feel the cool weather on my skin and it was grand. I can feel it! I can feel it!! Eeepsicord! I is so excited if you can’t tell.

August also means pretty clothes! Semi-pretty clothes because although I like dressing up from time to time, I’m not a girly girl … and because I’m poor as fuuuuuu. Hello dresses and tunics and tights and boots and scarves! And speaking of clothes, I was looking for dresses for some events and I realized I have a lot of clothes I don’t wear anymore. I cannot wait to clean out my closet!

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I wasn’t able to get food down in my system for over a week without getting nauseous and then some. It was nothing as extreme as you see above. In front of others I would eat and pretend I’m fine when I wasn’t. Don’t want those pesky questions I usually get in the past.

Luckily today I was able to keep some down. I just have to keep my food simple for a while. Damn stomach. Maybe I have IBS. bahaha Or maybe I built up a super sensitive stomach. At least those headaches I use to get once a month only comes once every few now.

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I forgot how much I miss writing just to write when things didn’t make sense in my head. It was always a simple outlet for my overthinking brain. That’s the reason why you’ve seen a lot of password protected posts lately. I am the type of person that likes to think things through before doing anything because I don’t want to mess anything up. But this time around, I didn’t think much and acted on it and now I feel it’s too late. I feel like he’s already gone.

I wish I could of said the things I wanted to say maybe then he’d understand my thoughts better. I wish we had time to actually talk it through instead of a few simple lines. I’ve been so busy with weddings and wanting to spend time with that someone that I’ve just forgotten how to do me. I forgot how to balance myself and that was partly the problem.

The song I mentioned before is coming along. I haven’t found a tune I quite like but I already know how I want it to be sung … if that makes any sense. People tend to ask me how I write them and to tell you the truth, I’m not too sure. I’ve only written a handful and they’re usually about the same person. It doesn’t sound great at all. It’s just pretty much me telling a story. I usually start with words then find a tune I like and fix up the words if it didn’t fit right.

I wish I was better with my instrumentals because then maybe they’ll actually sound like a song where I’d feel comfortable to show it to others. I think I’ve only shown two songs to a handful of people. My usual “songs” lasts for about 5 minutes. Normal songs lasts around 3 minutes. I don’t know how to shut up, obviously.

So those are some things that are going on as of late. I like that I’m semi-updating almost daily. I’m not saying it’s going to happen because mostly it’ll still be password protected, but I’m liking speaking to the world of unknowns again even though the world of unknowns equals to just me, myself, and I.

Until next time,

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Something I usually do. If it’s someone I’ve know well enough, I usually stick my tongue out. These are the cutest little comics ever. It’ll give you the goofiest smiles ever. Check them out!

I’ve realized my posts have all been private lately so here’s one that isn’t!

Since I had the day off, Apurva and I had made plans to go to a coffee shop in Sugar Land in the morning. I’m horrible and cancelled because I didn’t feel like driving there anymore and because I’m just lazy. I knew she would understand. She’s probably at the coffee shop sipping on coffee all by her lonesome right now. My head has been spinning out of control and I just couldn’t concentrate on anything. All I wanted to do was to write and work out. I worked out this morning and was able to write about everything in a private post. And in less than a few minutes I was able to write something else to where I hope it becomes a song. Putting it into a song always takes more time but I’m excited about this one. The words seem to be more flowy than last times. But my head is spinning a little less because the words are out.

My next doctor’s appointment to check up on my sickness is this coming Monday. Maybe they’ll be able to explain why I’ve been having stomach and nausea problems and if it’s related. It will be a damn relief if they tell me it’s related. Hopefully that gets sorted out. It’s been hell these last few months. Whomp.

Rizzo’s been acting out these past few days. I’m not sure what’s going on but he’s chewed up two pairs of my Grandma’s sandals/flip flops. Maybe he’s trying to tell her it’s time for her to leave? He’s happy I’m home … I think he just misses me. I can’t even imagine how he’d act when I’m gone for two and a half weeks come October.

Here are some random things I found because I needed a pick me up. Have a great weekend!

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I sat and watched my friend vent then cried for a good few hours. He’d tell you he teared up but …

It pains me to listen to people and see their pain and not being able to help. That even though I’m personally going through things, I have to be there for them. The things he feel, the things he goes through. Even though I cannot help him physically, knowing he can talk to someone about it helps. And for him to say my opinions matter to him gave me some comfort I was helping him in some way.

After listening to him and giving him advice, I finally understood the advice someone else gave me. That sometimes, things are out of your control. You just have to learn to let it go. That once the day is over, it shouldn’t be bothering you anymore. Addressing the issue is all you can do and if it doesn’t change, it doesn’t change. And I totally understand that now.

Birthday

My birthday was semi great. The great being not having to work for 2 1/2 days and having Rizzo cuddles. The not so great? Being so sick I had to cancel all birthday plans for the whole week.

Mum tried to make my feel better by getting me a fruit tart but it wasn’t from my favourite place.This one had too much glaze, chocolate on the bottom, not enough custard but she tried. That Saturday I think she tried to make up for it because although she hates the work that goes with it, Mum and Dad made me crawfish.

Michelle’s Bridal Shower & Bachelorette Party

Michelle had her bridal shower and bachelorette party on the same day. Smart because people who were traveling out of town didn’t have to do it twice (three if you think about the wedding) although it definitely made for a tiring, fun day.

The bridal shower in my opinion went really well. Her mum set up this gorgeous view had caterers bring the food. The bridesmaids were in charge of the games. We ran over with Memories of Michelle but it was worth it listening to everyone’s favourite memory of her.

For the bachelorette party, a hummer limo came and picked us up. It was my first time in a limo and I can say, I’m not that big of a fan. It was really hard having to duck down with heels on and a dress to get to our seats. we pretty much crawled on the disgusting floor. The limo drove us to: Prohibition which we were all excited for.

Sadly at the end we were overcharged. I say overcharged because their PR is horrible and they need new people to work there. But I think that’s their niche. That’s how they earn their money. Horrible horrible way to run a business but with all the negativitiy from Yelp, people still go. I didn’t know about the negativity until after the show. I would suggest NOT to go here because there are definitely better burlesque shows elsewhere. The food itself was very banquet like. Not amazing for the price but … I guess you’re paying for the entertainment.

Afterward we went bar hopping and played a scavenger hunt. Super nice policeman taking a picture with the gang. It made for a fun filled night regardless of what had happened at Prohibition. New memories were made and friendships grew stronger. Before 12am even hit, we were already exhausted but we pushed on until the hummer limo came back to pick us up.

Just a picture of the bride to be and me at the end of the night.