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! ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m not socially awkward. I tell you all this so that you’ll understand my messed up psyche. ๐Ÿ™‚

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 beingย  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?

Music Mondays: Lucy Schwartz


Check out Lucy Schwartz
Gone Away

I’ve been finding puzzle pieces of us
Kept in the dust
I’ve been hiding letters and photograph frames
To forget your name

We were never meant to be this damn broken
Words were never meant to be this half-spoken

Falling in the space between the universe
And all we see has gone away
Gone Away

I’ve been tracing my steps in fingerprint clues
And clips of the news
Wondering why in our lives the wind calls our name

And we’re never the same

We were never meant to be this damn broken
Words were never meant to be this half-spoken

Falling in the space between the universe
And all we see has gone away
Gone Away

Winding Circles take me back to
The place I knew when I was with you

Falling in the space between the universe
And all we see has gone away
Gone Away

Happiness is…Old Friends


Today was a good day. An unexpected day. A day that makes me wish I wasn’t leaving in a month and a half. My favorite days are the ones that are super social and filled with friends. Today was one of those days. The best part. I heard from four of my favorite boys today. Three of them I met in college and one shortly after. They are my brothers from another mother. Just seeing there names makes me light up and puts a big smile on my face. I miss them. They all live far away now with their wives, all of which are pretty cool too. Funny thing, when you decide to uproot your life, you reflect A LOT! As I am currently about as single as they come, much of my reflection has to do with past relationships. The Epiphany of the day…No guy I have ever dated has made me light up like my friends.

These boys from my past, I would never date them, nor is it an option since they are all married, but even before, we never had the right chemistry. One of my goals for my big move is to not make the same mistakes I have made in my past. One of my big mistakes has been the type of guy I have dated. I date asses. I date men who make me uncomfortable. I have yet to date a man who makes me light up. I love how happy I feel when one of my boys sends me an email or txt. I feel the same way when I hear from my girls as well. So in this process of learning to live…I have decided: No more dating men who I have to jump through hoops for. No more dating men who make me feel like crap. The next guy I date is going to make me light up. Goodbye Anxiety…Hello Happiness! ๐Ÿ™‚ย  t

 

I LOATH Sharing a Bathroom!


I am renting a room at the present moment for another month. The room situation is fine. The bathroom situation is getting on my last nerve. There is a young couple who rents the other room in this house. We have to share a bathroom. I’ve shared a bathroom before, in fact, up until I was 24, I had always shared a bathroom, and since then it has been on and off. This current situation is the worst though. Pretty much anytime I need to be in there, you know to shower, cause I have someplace that I have to be. They are in there! Best part, I have only met them once, and I am not one for knocking on the door and demanding my precious shower time. The inner me wants to bang loudly and scream let me in dammit! You are always freakin in there! Others need to use the bathroom too!!! However, instead I poke me head out of my room and if they are in there I silently curse to myself and close my door waiting for them to finally get the hell out of there. Oh the joys of sharing a bathroom!

Music Mondays: Keith Urban


Well, she was precious like a flower
She grew wild, wild but innocent
A perfect prayer in a desperate hour
She was everything beautiful and different

Stupid boy, you can’t fence that in
Stupid boy, it’s like holding back the wind
she let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
She never even knew she had a choice and that’s what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can’t
Stupid boy, stupid boy
Oh

So what made you think you could take a life
And just push it push it around
I guess to build yourself up so high
You had to take her and break her down

she let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
She never even knew she had a choice and that’s what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can’t
You stupid boy

Oh, you always had to be right but now you’ve lost
The only thing that ever made you feel alive
Yeah, yeah

Well, she let her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
Yes, you did
She never even knew she had a choice and that’s what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can’t
You stupid boy, oh, I’m the same old
Same old stupid boy

It took awhile for her to figure out she could run
But when she did, she was long gone
Long gone, long gone
Ah, she’s gone

Nobody’s ever gonna love me like she loved me
And she loved me, she loved me
God please, just let her know
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
Baby, yeah, I’m down on my knees
She’s never coming back to me