Shit just got real...

So my probably less than 10 followers (it's about quality not quantity right?), I know I super suck at writing on this thing. I am currently TDY to Florida for a week and also going to school online. The class is 8 weeks long so there's tons of reading on boring subjects that I would rather gain a pound a day... ok maybe its not THAT bad, but still you get my point.

Real Shit

Some of you may have noticed I changed my title to the blog. Life Actually was good for that moment in time, but now I feel at 27 I need to change it up a bit. Make it spicy... add some humor. It may also help that I am half-way through Mindy Kaling's book, LOVIN' IT!!!!!, and realizing that comedy really is laughing at someone else's tragedy. So you know what, I won't bother my homie Jesus and his pop's God with my trivial matters... you hear people praying to them or to Allah, or to Stephen Hawkins (scientology right? who cares... Tom Cruise has shown the seriousness I will take for that) but never  bugging Buddha... no one ever bugs him right?

New Places, New Faces

So here's the deal, I just found out about my assignment after Korea... I'm going across the pond to jolly old England. Now before you become green with envy, I am going to NORTHERN ENGLAND.... Like it's bloody cold all year round. I am excited though, but sadly I know there won't be any hot princes up there... but 1 of 2 things could happen once I reach my chilly, but very Britishy locale... 1- I meet a hot Scotsman (Northern England... anything's possible) whom I marry while he wears a kilt and I a wedding pants suit. We have mocha colored babies with flaming red hair and freckles... orrrr 2- I meet Prince Harry, he falls in love with my blasianess, we get married and even Her Grace, Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge (I love love LOVE HER) is my maid of honor and we become BFFs. Harry or Harr Bear as I will call him have mocha colored, flaming red head babies with freckles... either way I get red pandas... that excites me!

Think about it- Blasian Cajun, the Duchess of something on the knoll... I can totally live this dream in my head. Our children will be named William and Philip of course... gingers of course... freckled of course, but bloody a quarter ninja and a quarter gangster to kick anyones ass who makes fun of them! and half white where it's just enough that they won't get audited.

But if I have my Scottie too Hottie...head of the Kilkenny Clan (again my fuckin dreams, get your own), our children Liam and Weiland will take after their father and learn to do manly things like ride a horse in a kilt and throw logs.

Fin

So to keep this uber (how do I use umlauts?) short, I will leave you with this, I'm tired of not feeling like myself. I am a humorous gal. I got caught up in my own head on feelings about JDS and now I've realized I have to really let it go, and guess what, I survived. I'm ok. I fell for my best friend, got burned, but I'm still here. I will always care for him; I put myself out there... I didn't hold back, but it was just me wanting something to spark between us. We had a fire that I had to let extinguish. So here's to realizing my worth, knowing what I want... and being ALIVE! Besides, my Scotsman will probably be just what I need... <3