My 6-day work week is slowly coming to a close (one more day tomorrow). And then it's wedding time (WHAT IS IT WITH ALL THESE WEDDINGS THIS YEAR, WHAT THE FUCK).
I HAPPILY rejoiced over the premiere of Sons of Anarchy with my sidekick Cassie. SO SO SO GOOD. So surprising. When they shot all those Russians? We LITERALLY both sat up o the couch and were like "WHAT"? It was awesome. I wondered if that might happen. You could tell Jax was still pissed from being shanked. Um, who wouldn't be?
Well, either way, Kurt has to pick a fan to fly out to LA now. I gotta say, I'd love, love to be that person. I've never been to LA. It's been a shit storm of a fucking year. The break up, the graduating, the crazy job shit, the chronic sinus infections, the moving, the dumbass ex putting his dick in everything that moves and now being a total ass to me (and what the fuck did I do to him), the bacterial stomach infection I had last week, and now the stress (mainly emotional) of trying to apply to graduate school... too much. I'd love to have something fun to look forward to, other then my normal routine (which I don't mind, I love my job, I love Zumba, I love my friends, etc).
I'm not trying to complain too much. But I'm so over 2011. It wasn't the best year I've ever had. HOWEVER, I also know and respect the fact that EVERYONE has a reason for wanting to be picked. Everyone has a good one. I mean, I could use the little farm girl who grew up really fast when mom got MS bit, but I WOULDN'T. I just like having things to look forward to. Even if they're in an hour. I love being excited for things. And let me tell you, I get excited for tiny little things. Like, for example, our gallery is having a special sale this weekend in order to donate money to our artists who lost their studios our homes (or in one case, both) to that bee-otch Irene. We never have sales. I work in an extremely expensive, high-end gallery that does not have sales or sale items. the only discounts given are to members and marketplace employees (or gallery employees, duh). And for some reason I am so excited for this. Maybe because I like when special things happen, and this is such a good cause. That starts tomorrow, and I can't wait! Even though, as I said before, it's my 6th day in a row... but I can't wait to go in!
My point is, I'd love to be that person that got picked. But I'm not going to sweat it if I'm not. I'm not going to be pissed if I'm not. He's going to have a hard enough time picking anyway, unless he just chooses randomly. I'm just proud that he had such a bump in viewers. It's awesome! So tremendous.
On another note, I've been doing Zumba so much lately that I actually feel empowered when I walk home... Saint Paul St is a nice gradual slope, but by the time you get to the top... you're a little tired.
Which brings me to one of my favorite quotes:
"Whether tears in my eyes, pain in my heart, dust in my mind or bruises on my body, I am a champion, and when I get tired I will keep on going!"
-Tanya Beardsley
Zumba Education Specialist
I just talked about how rough my year was, but you know what? I try to remember that quote. And I work hard at every single thing I do. That way, I never feel like I didn't do my best, and I always feel my toughest. Walking up Saint Paul Street, and doing zumba 4 nights in a row, every week, really helps me feel that way.
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