Inside My Head (Don't forget your helmet)

It's surprising how music can help improve your mood. Not that I was in a bad mood, today was a good day. My boss stayed away from me all day, my only interactions with him were in passing in the hallway, as he distractedly greeted me with a "hello". Works for me. He's busy stressing out about a proposal that's due this weekend, that he didn't plan ahead for. Or he did, but he forgot. You'd think that would be concerning to him, but of course not. It's not because he's old and forgets a lot now, not at all. How would anyone even dare suggest that? Anyway, work was good, didn't encounter too many idiots on my drive home, and I got into my workout so much that I extended it an additional 10 minutes. (Okay, that last one was by accident, but still, it felt good.) So no, I wasn't in a bad mood per say, just in a chill, relaxed mood. So I'm sitting here, playing around on Spotify, and come across this old CD by Los Askis that my dad used to

According to Wikipedia, “Narcissistic personality disorder (NPD) is a personality disorder[1] in which the individual is described as being excessively preoccupied with issues of personal adequacy, power, prestige and vanity. This condition affects one percent of the population.[2][3] First formulated in 1968, it was historically called megalomania, and is severe egocentrism.” So now that we got that out of the way…I am lucky enough to work for a boss who suffers from NPD. That’s right, it affects 1% of the population, but I managed to find one in a position of power, making the symptoms that much worse. How lucky am I? I have been in my place of employment for almost five years, and also going to be using this outlet to vent and record some of the craziest things that have occurred in my tenure here. Some of the stuff here is so unbelievable, that you will be inclined to think I am making it up. I guarantee you I’m not. The only thing that will be changed from these stories are people

I love the ocean. Love swimming, love looking at the water, always have. So imagine my excitement at my upcoming vacation, which includes a week ocean side, with my parents and sister. I am beyond excited, as you could imagine. Not only am I looking forward to enjoy fresh coconuts in the beach and swimming in the infinity pool of our hotel, but a few other things. Spending time with my family, for one. When we were younger, and before my little brother was born, we would take these road trips every year and since we are driving this time, it'll be just like the old times. Driving all night, stopping at rest areas, checking our the gas station treats. Just like back in the day, when life was simpler. No worrying about bills, work, relationships, or any other other day-to-day worries one can have. I'm also very much looking forward to not being at work for 2 weeks. That has definitely got me in a great mood. Just the thought...I get giddy with excitement. And trust me, I'm no

So I went to mass on Sunday and boy, was that a mistake. I am what you would call a "cafeteria Catholic", meaning, I pick and choose the beliefs that I hold near and dear to my heart, while still calling myself a Catholic. So basically, it's selective adherence to the standard Catholic teachings. To further explain, I am not against gay marriage, divorce, abortion, pre-marital sex, masturbation, and other issues the Catholic church is so vehemently opposed to. But I was born and raised Catholic, I was even a Sunday school teacher for a few years when I was younger and do hold a semblance of belief in God. Do I go to mass every Sunday? Nope. Do I confess my sins regularly? Sure don't. Do I believe gay marriage is against the will of the Lord? No. Will I divorce my husband if I'm unhappy, as opposed to staying in a bad marriage, so as to not go against God's will? Sure, in a heartbeat. Abortion? As a form of birth control, nope. With good reason, I don't jud

So, in keeping up with the routine of the last few days, I'm up late and unable to sleep.  Since I was talking about the movie Mortified in my last entry, it occurred to me to go to my bookcase and grab some of my old journals. I have quite a few, actually, some that I would've rather not have gone through, but I've definitely come across some interesting things, among those some of my poetry.  Geez, some of that stuff was so cheesy, but it's still nice to read back on and reminisce about what I was going through at the time these poems were written and who I was thinking of, my muses. Some of these are random as hell and can't really be attributed to anything other than sheer boredom.  So I've grabbed some of the least cringe-worthy ones and I'm posting them here for posterity. I've left them relatively untouched, so I can come back, read them, and be as amused as I was tonight, rifling through my old writings. Si tu supieras cuanto te quiero, entende

I'm proud of myself. Last week, I willingly accepted an invitation to a "Small Group" or "Community Group", a group of people who get together and discuss life and religion, etc. Aside from K, who invited me, I knew none of the others and still I agreed to go. They have a men's meeting, a women's meeting and then a group gathering once a month, though that schedule isn't set in stone as I found out. So yes, I was invited to attend the group on Friday. Now I was hesitant for a variety of reasons. One, I hate people. I am all about avoiding social settings, especially with people I don't already know. I'm not sure if I'm introverted or shy, or have some sort of social anxiety, but basically, I'm a loner. I like being alone and one of the reasons I married my husband is because he's one of the few people whose presence doesn't bother me, though I need alone time even from him sometimes. Even when I make plans with friends, people

Happy Coldplay Day!  As tradition mandates, my husband arrived home with the new Coldplay album, released today. I'm sitting here listening to my favorite song off the album, "Always In My Head". The rest of the album, aside from 2 other songs, is pretty blah. I'm slightly disappointed, but I can't be mad. I'll appreciate the songs I do enjoy and play them out as I tend to do. I give my husband credit, for someone who dislikes Coldplay music, he makes sure to buy me the new albums every single time. Look at him, earning my love.  I think of you...I haven't slept.  I think I do...but I don't forget. My body moves, goes where I will. But though I try, my heart stays still. It never moves, just won't be left. And so my mouth waters to be fed. And you're always in my head. You're always in my head. This, I guess, is to tell you you're chosen, out from the rest. Yup, it's on repeat. That and "Magic", but since that one was rele

And...I got my new blog set up! Woo hoo! Not without assistance, but lo and behold, it's finally happened. My own little corner of the Internet, to vent and rant and rave about anything and everything.