Severely Neglected


This blog has been severely neglected. So neglected in fact that the name of this blog is no longer acceptable. With that said and considering that no one even reads this  anymore, I am sending it to blog heaven and one final thought.

I should be studying right now, working on a thesis to be exact. This blog for the time it was active was a therapeutic way to vent my feelings, frustrations, hopes and dreams in a way that was real and authentic. I’ll miss writing in this blog with no filter, but life is busy and honestly, I’d rather be busy living than bored writing. Life looks very VERY different from when I started this blog. I am no longer the same person and neither are those around me.  With that I bid farewell to Tales of a Twenty-Something and hello to Thirty Flirty and Thriving 😉

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What to Do if You Get Asked Out By a Bus Driver


Hello, long lost blog! I really need to pick up writing in this old thing. So far nothing note worthy has really taken place, other than a lot of transition into living a new life. Oh change, how you mock me. So you are all probably wondering what the above title has to do with the post, well pretty much everything! Life in Australia has been the complete opposite so far from my old life. Seriously…EVERYTHING is different. I am testing out my theory though on a particular difference. Only one is all my time living in the US did I ever get randomly asked out, and by random, I mean a total stranger. That one time consisted of a gentleman who I gave my parking spot to, since I was leaving. He happened to find one before I got to mine and then bolted across the parking lot to find me and asked me to coffee. I lied and told said gentleman that I had boyfriend. Because why in the world would I go out with someone who I have never even had a conversation with…I call rape!

So with that said, I got asked out the other day, by the bus driver. The first and only time that I have taken the bus here, I get propositioned. And yes…I froze…I didn’t know what to do. So I said yes…lucky for me though I had to get off the bus and was unable to exchange information. So no bus driver date for me. Ahh…that was a close one. I guess I don’t think I can pull out the boyfriend card here quite yet. So the answer to the above question is…Tell them you have a boyfriend. Or, if you are interested…go out with them. But in my case it was a stranger and the boyfriend card would have been well used. So, if everything else here is backwards, maybe my dating life will be to and I have many more random date propositions. One can only hope 😉

I Guess I’m Still Me…


As I have mentioned before I am not a flirt, if anything I am the opposite, I am a non flirt, a nirt if you will. Yes that’s right, I just made up an awesome new word. I become an incompetent nerd around men who are attractive. Give them a great personality on top of the hotness and I am screwed. I think a part of me thought that moving to another country might take away some of my 13 year old girl insecurity. Because now I am the foreigner…I am interesting if only for the sole reason that I am not from here. I lived in Los Angeles for the past nine years, that has to be interesting right. I have the accent now. Yet, that stupid 13 year old girl inside of me keeps rearing her ugly head. Truth, I am interesting, and not in a bragging because I am great way, but I have had a pretty interesting life. I am musician and I just left everything for adventure. Yet around cute men I become mute. Case in point my latest adventure into the city.

Here I am all excited to go exploring on my own in Sydney, I’m all by myself. I walk to the train station and am immediately overcome with confusion, concerned that I am getting on the wrong train. Right next to me is a very cute Australian boy…let me stress again…VERY CUTE! Here is my opportunity to be not me…after all I am starting over in a new country, be bold Kara, talk to him, ask for help. Do I do that…NOOOOOOO…of course not. That would be to cool. Instead He looks my way and I look down at the ground obviously very preoccupied with whatever is staring back at me. Smooth move Kara. Next instead of asking cute boy for directions, which will in turn lead to a conversation about where I am from, which will then lead to a date and the ultimate end of marital bliss, I call my friend who I am staying with to make sure I am about to board the right train. STUPID STUPID Me! Ahh…good bye Australian husband, we would have had a wonderful life together ;). So here I am in a new Country still being my awkward self and trying to convince myself that I am a beautiful confident women, any man would be lucky to be with me. Yay, same girl, still awkward. If only moving would rid me of my 13 year old self!

I’m back!


Oh how I have missed you blog! I’m all moved, to another country. That’s right I have left the comforts of the US all in the name of adventure and moved to Sydney Australia. Now that I am all moved I plan on reviving this thing as I have MUCH more free time than normal and the ability to blog. I don’t have a job, or friends, so for now lets take the time to focus on this blog. I have been writing a million posts in this noggin of mine and can’t wait to get it all out on “paper”. Ahh…It feels good to be back!

Moving your life halfway across the world causes a girl to reflect, and redefine things. It also causes a ton of self discovery. My current discovery is a doosey! I am the ex girlfriend that every boyfriend hates. Why…do you ask? Well it is really quite humorous. I have remained close to every mom of every boyfriend I have had. The men may have been douches, but they have wonderful moms who adore me and I them. I made this discovery as the first few people I talked to when I finally got over here was the mothers of my ex boyfriends. I laughed when I realized this. I don’t talk to them. There is no communication between me and the ex’s but I still go to coffee with the mom’s or now I skype with them. Ha! I refuse to give them up. I love them, they have been mom’s to me too. Especially when my own mother is far away and has never really understood me. To the Ex’s I’m sorry that your mom’s love me so much, but get used to it! 😉

I suck!


Dear Blog world…aka all two of you who read this.

I’m sorry that I have been lacking as of late on this blog. I have a million wonderful things to write about swirling around my head, but alas this whole moving my life halfway across the world business is seriously taking up a lot of time! I leave in less than a month and time just keeps ticking. I was hoping that it would listen to me and slow down, but instead time has chosen to be a stubborn two year old and not listen to a word I say. I promise I’ll be back soon. I really have been blogging in my head quite extensively over the past few weeks. Now I just need to sit down and write them.

Deepest Apologies,

Kara

Music Mondays: Summer Set


Summer Set, girl drummer…need I say more?

 
“Someone Like You”

You got a price tag hanging on the back of your dress,
You got your shoes undone and your hair is a mess,
But no one sees you like I do

You roll the windows down when it’s starting to rain, yeah,
Everybody else might think you’re insane,
But no one sees you like I do

Cause the little things don’t mean much to me
My girl, I’d cross the whole world for someone like you
Oh oh, no matter where I go, oh oh,
My unpredictable girl, you’re impossible girl,
You know that it’s true, oh oh, no matter what you do
I’d cross the world for someone like you
Someone like you; a girl like you
Someone like you

You love the sing along when you don’t know the words,
You lock your keys in your car right next to your purse, yeah,
No one sees you like I do

You only show up right out of the blue,
Then 20 minutes late, 5’s early for you, yeah,
No one sees you like I do

Cause the little things don’t mean much to me
My girl, I’d cross the whole world for someone like you
Oh oh, no matter where I go, oh oh,
My unpredictable girl, you’re impossible girl,
You know that it’s true, oh oh, no matter what you do,
I’d cross the world for someone like you

Yeah, you’re perfectly imperfect, my love
Oh, I’ll be waiting up all night because your little things, all the stupid things,
Oh, the little things, don’t mean much to me
My girl, I’d cross the whole world, for someone like you
Oh oh, no matter where I go, oh oh,
My unpredictable girl, I’d cross the whole world for someone like you
Oh oh, no matter where I go, oh oh,
My unpredictable girl, impossible girl,
You know that it’s true, oh oh, no matter what you do,
I’d cross the world for someone like you
Someone like you; a girl like you
Someone like you
I’d cross the whole world
A girl like you
Someone like you

 

Every Once and Awhile I Revert Back to a 13 Year Old Girl


So here is some embarrassing truth for you all. I am 28 years old and have no freakin idea how to be normal around men who are prospects. This was my self discovery of the weekend. To help understand my lovely little issue lets take a step back in time. I was always a late bloomer growing up. The shortest one in my class as well as the thinnest. I didn’t hit puberty till way after all the rest of the girls. This is paying off now in my late 20s as I am frequently mistaken for a 20 year old. Another side note. When I was 13 I had to get glasses, not only that, but I had already been wearing braces for 3 years. Add in the gangly awkwardness of not quite hitting puberty and you have a highly vivacious 13 year old girl. I purposely do not put up pictures on this site in order to keep me identity a secret. I don’t look like that 13 year old anymore. I grew up. I’m 5’8 blond hair blue eyes and a size 0 to 1. Best part, is that even though I am thin, I have a nice hour glass figure. I have been approached to model on more than one occasion. I make friends at the drop of a hat. I mean I’ve been a bridesmaid 8 times now! 🙂 I’m not socially awkward. I tell you all this so that you’ll understand my messed up psyche. 🙂

In my head I am still this awkward 13 year old. I have this ridiculous fear that if I pay any attention to a guy he will be grossed out and reject me. Just like 13 year old me. Case in point this weekend. If I have NO interest in him. I will be charming, flirtation, and funny. I will be fully myself, cause I could care less if he is interested in me. This is why every guy I have dated and subsequently have not worked out is because I was not interested in them to begin with. They fell for me because I was fully myself, but I really didn’t care about them. All the ex’s have been guys who have gown on me, like a fungus. You should have seen me flirting with the cute bell hop from the hotel event and the random security guard. Why? Cause I could care less. Yes they were cute, but t0o young, and best of all they don’t live anywhere near me and I am leaving. Plus this whole being  a Christian thing seriously limits my dating pool. I knew that nothing would come of it and therefore I was myself.

Funny thing is, you put me in the exact same situation with a cute guy my age, someone who has the same morals and values as myself and I become a mute awkward 13 year old. With an intense fear that I will gross them out if I even look in their direction. I have to learn how to beat this horrible habit I have of looking at the ground for fear of accidentally making eye contact which will in turn make them run for the hills from my ugly face. Again, I know this is all in my head, but man, its hard work to fight what you feel to be true. I am envious of the girls who are able to always be themselves around everyone. So am I the only one that this happens to? Anyone know how to beat the case of the awkward 13 year old girl?