Posts Written On January 2011

Happy Blogversary To Me!

Wow, how time flies. I started my blog a mere month ago and I am overwhelmed by the tremendous amount of support.

A month ago, I was thinking that starting a blog was a terrible idea. I was terrified. I didn’t think anyone would read what I have to say, let alone read it and enjoy it. Blogging has helped me become more confident and has helped starve off my depression. And it’s all of you that I have to thank.

In the past month, I’ve written 2 guest posts, and I have been featured on the Aussie Nomad’s site for Travel Blogger Friday. I’m so thankful for these opportunities!

Thank you for the comments, the RTs, the Twitter love. Thank you for the e-mails. Thank you for following me on Facebook. Thank you for reading about my drunk escapades, my adorable puppy and my quarterlife crisis.

My main goal in all this was to reach out and connect with people and a community who are all yearning for something more. Who are all desperate to leave their 9 to 5s and travel the world. The people who are going through a quarterlife crisis and aren’t sure what to do. I’ve found all of this plus more. I’ve found great friends, and I can’t wait to connect with even more of you! Don’t be shy :).

I honestly couldn’t be happier. This month has taught me so much about myself. I can’t wait for the other months to come!

And the most exciting thing about all of this is….

ONE LESS MONTH TO THAILAND! T-Minus 7 months! Ahhhh!

Image via Arkadiusz Benedykt, Flickr


Photos of the Week: Santorini, Greece

It’s Friday, and all I want is to be on an island somewhere drinking a lot of fruity drinks with copious amounts of alcohol. I was looking at old pictures and found some I took of my time in Santorini, Greece.

Can I live in one of these houses? K. Thanks!

The views were incredible!

And I could watch this beautiful sunset for forever.

I was on a cruise, so my time in Santorini was limited to a few hours. I saw a lot of beautiful views, but I didn’t really get a good chance to explore the island. It’s definitely on my list of places to go again! With views and a sunset like that, who can resist?


Depression is a Bitch

I wasn’t going to post anything today because I’ve really just been feeling down. But I decided getting my feelings out is probably a lot better than keeping them bottled in, so here it goes. I apologize in advance if this seems like a bit of a rambling and out of order, it’s more of a stream of conscience.

Depression is a bitch. A big, fat, nasty, scary, ugly bitch. It just shows up when you least expect it and just completely knocks the wind out of you. Just when I thought I was on the road to recovery, I had a “relapse”.

I had a really shitty day at work yesterday. Not for any reason in particular, I just didn’t want to be at work. I wanted to be outside in the 80 degree weather in the sun. Everyone was being pushy, mean and stressed. The air in the office was stifled with people in bad moods. I tried to implement my techniques for keeping my mind distracted from all the hot mess going on, but there was no such luck. I just couldn’t get it together.

It kept getting worse and worse. I felt the depression creeping on slowly. I just wanted to go home. To make matters worse, we had our pointless weekly Tuesday meeting after work was over. During this meeting, the owners talked about how we need to do more for the company, see more shows, visit more casting offices, blah, blah, blah. We need more money! We need you to make us more money! They just kept focusing on how we basically need to give our first born children to the company to make it succeed. I just couldn’t take it anymore. The words just spilled out of my mouth.

“But what about US?! What about our well being? What about all the time we already spend here? How is that not valuable to the company? I spend 45 hours a week here…” The words just wouldn’t stop.

Shocked faces.

“Well, of course, yeah, you know, well yeah….” Stammers, blubbering, trying to cover their asses. They really didn’t know what to say. I don’t think anyone has really ever questioned them before. The meeting was quickly wrapped up.

Keep in mind I’m the ONE person who never says anything during these meetings. I am proud of myself for standing up to them and speaking my mind. I just couldn’t take it anymore. I’m more than just a body that answers the phone. I’m a human, with feelings and emotions and a LIFE. I’m half expecting them to bring me aside at work today, but nothing has happened so far.

I know I wrote a post about how I’ve conquered depression. But I’ve realized that depression does find ways to creep back in, even if you try hard to push it out. Something about that meeting and my outburst really triggered the final blow. After the meeting was over, I went home and cried. I cried until I couldn’t cry anymore. I went to sleep and slept until almost 10pm. When I woke up, I felt drained, defeated and angry. I can’t believe I let this little bitch depression creep back into my life.

I’m at work now and I’m exhausted. I feel like shit. And all I want to do is eat 3 red velvet cupcakes with a double cheeseburger and fries.

I know I won’t be at this job for the rest of my life. I know I’m going to Thailand. I know there is a clock that’s ticking down the days until I’m out of here. This is just a little bump in the road to my happiness. I’m not gonna let this little bitch called depression get me down.

There’s only room for one bad bitch. And that’s me.

So fuck YOU depression. Don’t ever come my way again. Because the next time I see you, I’m kicking your ass.


My friends are getting married, I’m going to Thailand!

I logged on to my Facebook today to find ANOTHER one of my friends relationship status changed to “Engaged”. I think this brings the total to 13 or 14 people from college alone. I’m sure about 90% of my friends from high school are all married and having children.

What’s the big rush?

I do get it. You fall in love with someone and want to spend the rest of your life with them. Perfect, great, fantastic! I’m in that situation now. I’m pretty sure that Johnny and I will be together until the end of time.

But honestly, it was one of the biggest things that spurred my quarterlife crisis. All of my friends were getting married, starting careers and having adorable children. I started getting family Christmas cards from friends in high school. The “engaged” status was showing up more frequently. I thought that it was something I was supposed to be doing too. Johnny always told me we were way too young to be thinking of “stuff like that”. It made me upset. I wanted to be one of the cool, married kids like all the rest of my friends.

I’ve learned that marriage is not what I want at at this point in my life. The whole marriage thing to me is more about fitting in, wanting to be a part of the “married” club with the rest of my friends. I’ve realized that marriage is something that will come when Johnny and I are both ready for it to happen, even if it is 10 years from now. There’s a quote that’s something along the lines of “All of my friends are getting married, and I’m getting drunk!”. While the getting drunk part is very true ( 🙂 ), Johnny and I have also made the decision to do the unconventional and go to Thailand.

This decision, while not typical, is the best one for Johnny and I right now. We both have been starving for something more than the life path most people choose to take. He and I get more excited everyday!

There is nothing wrong with being married. And of course I know married couples travel all the time and they aren’t all tied down to their jobs. I just feel that 24 for me is WAY too young to do things like pay bills together and be a Mrs. So and So. The Sagittarius in me is pretty selfish and is not willing to share everything just yet. Just thinking about it makes me anxious! I always think about it this way: Once you get married, you and your husband begin a new life together. You share everything. Mommy and Daddy aren’t legally responsible for you anymore. If I was married, and heaven forbid, I got into a car accident and ended up in a coma, my husband would be the one to make the decision to take me off life support. WHAT?! That’s a pretty scary thought for me. Not to mention divorce is expensive as hell. If and when I ever get married, it’s for life baby!

Besides, I’m not ashamed to admit I still have a few years of partying still left in me. I need to get it all out of my system before I even think about a ring and bearing a child.

Thai whiskey anyone?!


What NOT To Do Your First Night Abroad

This is the tragic tale of my first night in London. It’s a real hot mess, so buckle yourselves in!

I'm drinking a Mai Tai pitcher, clear indication of where this story is headed

As we all know by now, I studied abroad in London. As any 20 year olds going to a country where you can legally drink, we planned on immediately hitting up some sort of bar/club/pub our first night abroad to celebrate. This turned out to be a pretty terrible idea.

My friends and I got dressed in our cutest clothes and headed out to the Covent Garden area. It was pretty incredible to see people everywhere drinking. On the street, spilling out of pubs, it was a heaven for all of us. We made our way into the first bar and had a few gin and tonics. As it got later, and we were slightly buzzed at this point, we decided it would be a good idea for us to go to a club and dance. Now, at this point in my life I had never been to a club that just played house and dance music. I usually go to places where rap/hip hop, top 40s is played so I can really break it down and drop it low. I wasn’t really sure how to dance or what to do so I thought the only “logical” solution was to drink more.

Insert a pitcher of Mai Tai, some rum and cokes, and I was feeling fantastic! My friends and I danced and danced when all of a sudden I decided it was a good idea to buy an entire bottle of champagne. I just vaguely remember saying we needed to celebrate and obviously champagne was the answer.

This champagne stole my soul.

This would also be a good time to mention the fact I was in London during the worst of the dollar value. At the time, the exchange rate was 1 pound to 2 dollars. I bought a bottle of champagne for £35, thinking that was a good deal. I didn’t realize until the next morning I actually spent $70! AHHH!

So after I bought the bottle of champagne, things got realllllly hazy. I remember a guy trying to steal the bottle and drink from it, I remember some crazy guy trying to dance with me, and I remember trying to go to the bathroom. Apparently by this point I was too drunk so they wouldn’t even let me use the bathroom. In turn, my friends and I all had to leave the club. Things got really ugly.

As soon as I stopped moving and got out onto the street, I realized just how drunk I was. I went to sit down and yup…all those drinks just came right back up. I sat sobbing in the middle of the street, in London, drunk out of my mind. I asked my friends if they could call my boyfriend on my pre-paid international phone, and then things really hit the roof. I soon became the drunk type I despise, the hysterical, crying drunk girl. I was sobbing and apologizing and throwing up and sobbing some more. I kept telling Johnny I wanted to go home, and I hated it in London and I was too drunk and…well I was rambling. Cabs wouldn’t even let me in the car because I was too drunk. Epic drunk fail, indeed.

Don't know who the guy was..I barely remember taking the picture! 🙁

Somehow my friends managed to get me up and walk me back to the flat, where I somehow vaguely remember singing Amy Winehouse songs. The next morning, I felt like I had been hit by a truck. We had a bus tour of London scheduled and I couldn’t even go because I thought I might die from the movement of the bus. I couldn’t touch alcohol for 2 weeks.

So kids, what did we learn from this tragic tale of drunken debauchery?

1. Don’t mix alcohol – Gin and tonic, mai tais, rum and cokes, and champagne do not make a good mix.
2. Don’t overdo it
– I drank entirely too much. My face was going numb longgg before the bottle of champagne so that was pretty much a terrible idea.
3. Make sure you are with friends
– If my friends weren’t there to help, I’m not sure how I would’ve made it home. Don’t hang with assholes who would leave you.
4. Be aware of the exchange rate – I spent $70 on a bottle of champagne. That is all.
5. Learn from the mistake – That night was the most pitiful I have ever felt. I have NEVER consumed that much alcohol again. That one night was the sickest I’ve ever been from alcohol and I never plan on being that drunk again.

Do any of you have crazy drunken stories? Please share!