a rap endeavor

I went to karaoke with a coworker and friends last week. I love singing karaoke. I can't let go of the mic sometimes. There was this guy who also liked to sing. For Evanescence's My Immortal, he exclaimed, "I need a girl!" I replied, "I'm a girl!" Too bad the third mic wasn't working. It didn't stop me though. I belted out the girl part like the diva I wish I was. As the night continued, I drank more and stole the mic whenever I could. For one particular song, I think it was the Red Hot Chili Peppers, I had the mic in my hand from the previous song, and suddenly, Josh snatched it out of my hands. I yelled, "Hey!" The guy next to me saw and gave me that look like I can't believe he did that either. And he did it again sometime later. So rude! One of the songs I entered was Nicki Minaj's Super Bass as a joke because Kailee liked to sing that song at her place. I had a good time rapping and everyone was impressed.

So, I have decided to start learning rap songs to perform at karaoke. Because they're fun and not many girls are good at rapping. I think it'll be a fun hobby and maybe improve my speaking skills even more, not like I need them.

I want to start becoming a better story teller. So, I'll start recording stories here because they may be too personal or long to post on Facebook.

Back in 2006, I went to Vegas with Elaine and Haena to go see Rain in concert. I knew about him, but I wouldn't say I was a big hardcore fan of his music. They were enjoyable, but I don't think I knew his songs well enough to feel like I got my money's worth. I simply went to Vegas because I wanted to go crazy.

I wasn't a big party girl while in college. I rarely, if ever, went to clubs while in Waco. The club scene just wasn't appealing enough. But I was 21 and felt like if I had to pop my club cherry, the only way to do it was in Vegas.

Our first night there, we went to Jet. We had a pre-party in the room with a lot of shots. So by the time we got to the club, I was tipsy. I was with our group for a little bit, but then decided to wander off. I started dancing with this random guy. He was getting way too touchy. I would push him away, but he'd come back for more. I liked the attention and his persistence, so I played hard-to-get some more. By this time, I was getting messages to return to the group. As I left him, I saw the shocked look he had on his face, but I didn't care. As I approached the group, a very good-looking blonde guy stopped my tracks. We had a short funny conversation.

He says, "Hey, you're hot! Where are you from?
"Texas!"
"Cool, I'm from L.A.!"
"Hey! Me too!"
[Confused look.]
He grabs my ass. And I slap it away.
"Do you want to come up to my room and play Scrabble?"
"Scrabble? I'd own you in Scrabble. In fact, I'd OWN YOUR MOM IN SCRABBLE!"
[OOH, burned face]
I walk away. I finally got to the group. I asked Haena to look at the guy to see if he was hot. She says, "HE'S SO HOT." Aye, missed encounters.

I still can't believe how much control I had over my alcohol and sexuality. In some ways, I wish I still had it.

the ones that got away

I've noticed that the men I've dated have all been assholes in one way or another. Maybe they aren't really assholes, but it certainly felt like they were after they took their exit.I was too blinded by my emotions to see that each one of them has hurt me in one way or another.

1. He was the first guy that I had a crush on while in college. He was sweet to me. He made me laugh. He always wanted to find time to talk to me. But he never made a move or made a distinctive point to ask me out. The asshole who led me on.
2. He made promises. He declared his affection for me. He devoted his time to care for me. He graduated and move away. He had wandering eyes. The asshole who cheated on me.
3. He just wanted to stay in. He never came to pick me up for a date...I always went to his place. He'd call when he was horny. The asshole who used me for sex.
4. He pursued me. He wanted to see me again. He enjoyed our conversations. He called me "gorgeous." He lives a 40-minute bus ride away. The asshole who just wasn't interested.
5. He thought I was a good dancer. He was attracted me the moment he met me. The asshole who doesn't call.
6. He was a self-proclaimed romantic. He loves movies. He would die for his friends. He bought my plane ticket. He asked me to the Ball. He wished for "the One." He romanced me. He told me I was beautiful. He started to doubt the relationship would work. He wasn't willing to fight for me. The asshole who broke my heart.

Fitness goals

Hello, again. I've missed you, sweet blog. You've always been good to me, taking down my memories and thoughts since the start. You've been my constant through thick and thin.

I finally bought fitness shorts.It's meant to motivate me to start running again. I've always hated running, and I still do. I know it's the best cardio because it gets your heart going much quicker than swimming and you can practically run anywhere. I've got the shorts. Maybe once I see and feel results, I'll get the fitness shirt to complete my outfit.

I hope to start and maintain a running habit into the spring.