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Tragic events, Tragic Shorts

Jumping, Screaming, Not So Joy Ride

I was driving down the freeway after work when I saw something move on the windshield. It was a spider but oh thank God it was on the outside. Wait… That’s on the inside! Holy mother, oh my goodness I am going to crash! It’s okay, it’s a small one, I can kill it. Let me just grab a napkin out of my bag of french fries (tragic in itself). The spider came closer to me so I grabbed my napkin and went for it! Guess what happened?? It freaking jumped! There was a jumping spider in my car on the freeway. I was thinking just be cool, don’t crash.

So I was driving carefully but kept watching the spider. It started making a web across my WHOLE windshield! Great, this is just terrible. Finally I noticed it coming my way again after awhile. It was trying to hook it’s web on my door. How dare he! I went after him again! I think I hit him? He either jumped or fell. God knows where he is, please let him rest in peace. I just pray that I don’t get into a giant web when I get in my car in the morning! Seriously the more I fear spiders, the more they come after me!

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Domino of Wrongs 

You know how when something goes wrong, it causes everything after to go wrong too? This happened to me the other day. I was supposed to meet my friends for dinner, but I had to drop something off at my other friend’s first. Well of course I left work a little late. When I got in my car I realized that I forgot I needed gas. This was the wrong that started it all. I didn’t really have time to get gas, but I was pretty sure that I would make it. 

I got to my friend’s and it turned out she wasn’t home. Now I just wasted a little gas that I needed. It was okay though, I should be able to make it still. I looked up the fastest way to make it to dinner which was side streets rather than the freeway. Taking these side streets took me through the straight ghetto. To add to this, I also had to drive with no air on to save gas and it was like 95 degrees still. 

I finally get to the downtown area where we were having dinner, but my bottom line on my fuel gauge was now blinking. Blinking equals bad. In my distracted nervousness of running out of gas, mostly because my AAA card is currently expired because I haven’t been able to pay to renew it but that is a different story, I made an illegal right turn. I was wondering what that divider in the street was for. Turns out you have to be on the right side of it to turn right, oops. Now a little frazzled from my illegal right turn, I turned left from a stop sign towards the restaurant, and ran the stop sign after the turn because you literally have to turn and immediately stop again. 

I was thinking to myself get it together Britt! So I took a breath and kept driving. I saw a parking spot on the left but of course you had to be driving down the street to get it, not up. So at the stop sign I quickly assessed that you can’t successfully make a U turn without humiliating yourself, so I made a left to go around the block in hopes that the spot might still be available when I got down there. I went all the way around and saw one spot open but further up. I knew the other one was closer so I passed that one up to try and get the closer spot. I get there and it’s still available! I just thought how was it still available?! I start to pull in and realized it’s 20 minute parking. That’s why. Since I passed up the only open spot I had to go even further on the whole other side of the downtown and park in the structure, STILL with my gas light blinking. But I eventually made it to dinner. What can I say, when it rains, it pours right? Tragic. 

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Type A is for Anal

So something I can admit about myself is that I am anal. I know this. I get it from my dad, he is anal too. I love, LOVE lists, agendas, notebooks, all of that stuff. When something isn’t straight, even, or perfectly centered I can’t handle it. You’d think with my love of organization and perfection I would have a perfect room… but I don’t. Anyways I have been all about making my own cute daily agendas for myself on the computer. I have even been personalizing them for a couple friends. I even made one called Blogspiration. It is for my friend’s birthday gift so if she reads this she may see it before I give it to her so if you do, pretend to be surprised. I want to share these with you now! Feel free to share my analness and print them out for yourselves! My sister did tell me I am the lovable type A at least.

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Blogspiration

  
This is an example of a personalized one:

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PLL Addiction

I have been re-watching every episode of Pretty Little Liars in anticipation of the what is supposed to be the actual reveal of A. We have been waiting for this reveal for five and a half seasons! I know a lot of people are mad that it has taken so long for the reveal but I am not. I think that it is amazing that we still cannot figure out who A is. This has been such a great mystery. It will be exciting to figure out who it is, but also sad because that means that the show will eventually be coming to a close. Anyways, like I said I have been re-watching all of the episodes to refresh my memory and see if I can figure out any clues I may have missed. I have been watching PLL like a mad woman! It has been such an obsession. Watching all of the past episodes just causes me to make up more theories. I can’t be a crazy woman on my own though so of course I challenged my bffff to watch all of them too before the reveal on August 11th, especially since she hasn’t seen them all anyways. Now we are just crazies together, per usual. But I have to go now, it has been like two hours since I last watched an episode and I may be having a withdrawal.

Okay bye.

#teamSpoby

#iamSpencerinourgroup

#ipromiseiam25andnot13

#PLLiscrack

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Whaleish Motivation

Does anyone know where I can find motivation to work out? Is there like a certain store for that? Why is it so hard for us to get off our rears and go work out? I sit at my desk all day long on my computer and just feel how much of my fat rolls over the top of my pants. Forget muffin tops, it’s all about the pie crust all the way around. I feel depressed about my pie crust everyday. I don’t even like pie that much! Why can’t I get motivated then? I’ll have spurts. I’ll do really good for a week or two, and then life gets in the way. I think life wants you to be fat because when you’re not trying to workout you have nothing to do, but when you want to get fit, life is like “Hey! Want to hang out?”  And of course you’re like “SURE!”

I am pretty sure there are plenty of others, like myself, who find every excuse to not workout. Excuses like if I work out then I have to wash my hair and I don’t want to do that, or I can’t work out Pretty Little Liars is on tonight at 8 PM and I get home at 6 PM so there just isn’t enough time, or I could work out, or I could eat this loaf of bread and eat this ice cream. Do any of you ladies know these excuses? Anyone? No? Just me? Well it stops now!

I can’t complain about my pie crust fat roll if all I am going to do is complain about it. I know I usually start getting my motivation when I actually start getting some results, it is just getting to that point. I will do it though! Keep me accountable please! It is time for healthy eating and exercise DAILY! I have a little head start since I now don’t eat bread (for the most part). I recently did an experiment I found out that gluten apparently is the cause of my migraines. My experiment is now on its third week, but that long without a migraine is like a miracle. (Side note: having a headache was usually my biggest excuse to not work out so that got rid of that). So no bread (unless it is gluten free, which costs a fortune so like I said, no bread), more fruits and veggies, NO SODA, and exercise EVERY DAY! I am going to end this blog right now and do squats.

Please enjoy the following motivation:

Back Fat Betty

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The Tragic Under The Outfit 

Earlier I posted Fourth of July to show you the details of my cute red, white, and blue outfit. I planned this outfit a month ago so I was pretty excited. I felt like I had just successfully completed a mission at the end of the night. As I strutted back to our apartment with my boyfriend, bffff, and little sister, I was feeling like a winner.  As we walked under a tree that hungover the sidewalk a bird pooped on me! Here I am feeling like a champ, all put together in my cute outfit, and this bird decided to bring me back to reality and remind me that I’m tragic. The bird only pooped on my purse, but still. Out of ALL of the people walking on the sidewalk, the bird picked me. Again I say… tragic. 

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Tragic Closet

So after moving all of my stuff officially into my boyfriend’s apartment, and after getting rid of so many clothes, I still do not have enough room in my half of the closet. Yes I said it, MY HALF. I have to SHARE! Which I thought would be fine since his closet is literally the entire wall. It is a big closet, my half is even bigger than what I had at my apartment. For some reason though, my clothes are not fitting. The some reason as in not being because I have too many clothes, for some other reason that I don’t know. This could be because I have pretty much ALL of my laundry done, which is rare. This is the reason I never have ALL of my laundry done, because I do not have a big enough closet to hold ALL of my clothes! There wasn’t any room for me to take my dresser with me so I figured something else out instead. In the bathroom behind the door to the part that just has the sink, is the linen closet. My boyfriend has lived here for a year and has never put anything in it, probably because it is usually hidden behind the door. I took full advantage of this and made it my “dresser”. All of my clothes that can be folded like jeans, shorts, t-shirts, workout clothes, etc., are now folded inside the linen closet. Along with four baskets for undies, socks, bras, and bathing suits. I’m just being resourceful here and trying to not give my boyfriend a heart attach from all the clothes I have. What’s next, sweaters in my oven like Carrie Bradshaw?! Tragic. 

  

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That Darn Christmas Tree

I was about to leave the apartment to take stuff to my car and make a Target run, when I thought about leaving a light on. I went to turn the light over the stove on which apparently doesn’t work now. So I just made a mental note to turn the light on by the door to make sure I don’t trip over any of our stuff when I walk back in. As I walked to the door in the dark with my hands full of bags and a to-go cup of coffee, while thinking about not tripping when I get back home, I hit the Christmas tree box, AGAIN as I mentioned the first time in my last post Packing is Pitiful. I tried to recover which resulted in me falling to my knees on top of the box and completely skinning my shins, and now I have two matching bumps and bruises and I have to wear a dress tomorrow… great. Just another day at Tragic Girl Headquarters. Ouch. 

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Packing is Pitiful

Packing is probably one of the most pitiful acts to partake in. Aside from being absolutely awful, you have to sit there going through your own things and reassuring yourself over and over again that you are not a hoarder. You end up with a million trash bags of things you do not know why you kept. Things like, oh I don’t know, an accordion file stuffed with papers and assignments from school that you thought maybe you should keep but haven’t even opened it since you stopped going to grad school anyways, and your reason for taking all the horrible classes you did are stuffed inside that little dollar section accordion file, sitting and collecting dust as a constant reminder of being a failure at life! Not that I have experienced that, what gave you that impression? But if I did then that accordion file would be in the trash, even if it is pink! (Okay Britt, remember, calm, cool, and collected).

Anyways, as I was saying, packing sucks. The worst part for me has been the clothes. As I mentioned in my previous post, Parting with Clothes, I was having trouble getting rid of some. I explained how clothes are a part of you, so you have to get rid of old pieces when you are ready and that old part of yourself is ready to be let go of, and embrace your new self. But honestly I have a problem, one single human being should not be allowed to have this many clothes. It is a girls dream really, only to be made into your worst nightmare by a dinky sized closet. Well it is a normal sized closet, but it might as well be for a peasant for everything I need to stuff in there. It isn’t my fault! I blame working in retail for eight years. After days of organizing, multiple loads of laundry, a war between emotions for personified clothes and sane, rational thinking, and an oversized and overflowing donation box, I conquered the biggest challenge known to women, packing the closet. What relief I felt to be done.

Another thing to add to the list of why packing is the pits is how boxes and stuff is just everywhere. I practically killed myself walking into our apartment with my hands full, causing me to not be able to take my sunglasses off until I put the stuff down in the kitchen, resulting in me tripping over our Christmas tree box because I couldn’t see it.

Out of everything tragic that has gone along with my roomie and I packing, nothing can beat last night. It is our last few days in the apartment, I guess we had to have one more tragic event at Tragic Girl Headquarters to see us off. We started off living together with every intent to recycle and save the money to put towards a trip that we never planned anyways. Well we had a pretty big bag of recycling going, but never had the same day off of work to take it to turn in together. Eventually it was just in the way so we put it on the patio. As time went on it just became part of the patio so we didn’t bother with it. Being now that we have until Tuesday, yesterday we decided to clean the patio.

We started first with the few weeds that started growing around the edge. One got so tall so fast that it required both of us to pull it out. After our small weed garden was uprooted, it was time for the recycling.

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The bag was out there for so long it was broken. I was convinced some wild animal was on our porch and broke through it, but in reality the bag was brittle from the sun. We thought we could just push that bag into a new trash bag, pull the strings and be done with it, but no. Bottles and cans were falling out and rolling around. We didn’t want to touch anything because we were pretty certain that there were spiders and God knows what inside this bag. Attempting to use the broom as a shovel seemed like our only plan. As my roomie and I struggled to play hockey with recycling and get the items in a new bag untouched, our other friend was over visiting, observing from the safety behind the screen door. As I am holding the broom and my roomie is holding the bag, our observer throws out that there is a spider on the bottom of the broom. I instantly drop it and we back up. As the bottom of the broom bounces up we see it. This is probably one of the biggest spiders I have seen in person and we were both struck with fear and screamed. My roomie jumps onto the only chair on the patio, then hops the wall to get away. I get on the chair ready to follow her when our friend said she is pretty sure it is dead. Still, dead or not, I did not want to be trapped on the patio with it. With a closer look, still behind the safety of the screen, our friend starts cracking up and says that the spider is a fake one that comes with the Halloween webs! We all start dying laughing, and I was so relived. If that would have been a real spider I was moving out yesterday. We didn’t even have any of those fake spiders on Halloween, but our neighbors above us did. After we calmed down, my roomie knocked on the front door to get let back in because the door was locked. This had to have been one of the most pathetic displays of girls ever. We were too scared still to take the fake spider off the end of the broom so every time we caught a glimpse of it while sweeping we jumped and flinched, forgetting about it each time.

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After what took forever, requiring us to cut two other trash bags so that we could lay them flat and burrito the old broken bag into them and then shimmy the burrito bundle into a third bag, we threw the sucker away. Mission accomplished. If you were unaware, my roomie and I have had quite a few encounters with spiders, all tragic. Here is a flashback to our second encounter caught on tape in one of my early posts OMG More Spiders!

We only have a little more to pack and Tragic Girl Headquarters will be officially moving. Stay tuned!

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Parting with Clothes

Currently I am in the middle of packing up my apartment, which is the absolute worst. What makes packing the worst is the clothes. Not only do you have to make sure you get ALL of your laundry done, but you have to actually go through your clothes. If anyone knows me, they know that my closet is stuffed to overflowing, and that going through all of my clothes could take days. Today was good though, I actually got all of my laundry done, and I am currently taking a break from packing up all of the clothes in my dresser. Looking at my piles of clothes all over the floor, and the wet clothes hanging up to dry in my bedroom doorway, the bathroom doorway, and across my shower rod, I started thinking about how I need to get rid of some of these. My roomie and I have a huge box in the living room that is the donation box, and of course it is already overflowing. Looking at my clothes again though got me thinking, why is it so hard to get rid of some of my clothes when I have a ridiculous amount? I don’t even wear half of them most times.

When you work in retail for as long as I did, and become such a lover of clothes and style, every piece that you own is a part of you. Getting rid of clothes is like giving away a piece of yourself. Clothing is not only something that we wear, it is also an art, a way that we express ourselves. Your closet is like a place that you store your moods and attitudes. Different outfits you put together can dictate how you feel and your confidence level. You can feel like being invisible or feel like you are going to take on the world. Style has no limitations.

Just like how we change, so does our style. When you go through your closet and see things that you instantly know you can get rid of, it is because you have changed and you are getting rid of your old self to make room for your new self. When you cant find anything in your closet to get rid of, or can’t bring yourself to, I am starting to think that we shouldn’t force ourselves to. We may be prematurely forcing our old self away for a new self that isn’t ready. I feel like I am in this in-between stage right now. I am now in a professional job however, we don’t have to wear super professional clothes. This doesn’t mean that all of my old clothes are appropriate though. My last job was in retail and I was allowed and encouraged to wear crop tops and cut off shorts. Although I dress nice and casual for work, I cannot be wearing my old clothes. Does this mean I am not ready to fully leave my old self behind in exchange for this new self that is completely immersed in adult life?

I think something else that makes it hard to get rid of clothes is that in a way, we personify them. Each item hanging in our closet represents a memory, and also hangs in anticipation of being part of a new memory. This makes it hard to let go of things, as if getting rid of a certain top means you are getting rid of the memory and event that is hooked to it. Sometimes though we come to terms with it. Last week I was looking through clothes and almost got rid of a top, but couldn’t bring myself to do it. Today I felt differently, and got rid of that top, plus three more. I think I am coming to terms more with my new self. Although I am getting rid of pieces of my old self, I am constantly looking at and getting pieces of my new self.

Style and fashion will always be changing, just like ourselves, sometimes it is okay though to keep some of the old and turn it into something new. You don’t have to leave all of yourself behind.

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