Survivor.

I promised myself that I wouldn’t add any personal posts for a while, but I’m fuming at the edges.

First off, I hope everyone likes the new background, theme, header and what not. I know it borders on self-obsession but until I come up with a better idea, this’ll just have to do.

Secondly, what is with people thinking they can act and comment whatever way they want just because they’re sitting miles away behind some computer screen?

I’ve just started working for this online magazine. It doesn’t pay but it would look amazing on my resume, if I ever choose to go into the field of journalism or what not. Basically, it’s a bunch of college students who decide on a certain theme for the month and then write articles accordingly. I love writing and using that skill to do something productive is something I’ve always dreamt of. The magazine caters to my taste and actually gives me the freedom to write about whichever subject I choose in any way that I want. All that I have to adhere to is the end of the month deadline, and staying within the theme of the month. I only have to write one or two articles a month and I’m set!

What happened is that the editor tagged a few of us to brainstorm on the idea of, “One hit wonders”. I tend to think that though my music knowledge isn’t as amazing as a lot people out there, it’s not exactly poor either. In the list of one hit wonders, I added the name of Survivor’s “Eye of the Tiger”. Being honest, that’s only song that I’ve ever heard by Survivor. I was the first person to comment, which I’m never doing again by the way, and some creep comes online 2/3 hours later to add his so called “opinion”.

Regardless of whether Survivor is actually a one hit wonder or not, when there’s an opinion that you want to convey on a public forum, there’s a proper way of going about it. You have to watch the language that you use and be careful about the way that it may be interpreted. Though is guy didn’t abuse or anything, his tone and mannerisms were extremely offensive. Despite all of that, I didn’t particularly care until his “friends” or whatever joined in and starting ganging up on me.

I mean WHAT ON EARTH IS THAT ABOUT?

I politely excused myself from the conversation. I didn’t put a fight because apparently they thought Survivor was an epic band. Arguing against them would’ve been a waste of my time and it probably would’ve just inflated their egos even more.

My point being, just because you’re miles away and happen to have different opinion, doesn’t mean that you have to be a jerk about it.

Peeved.
EK.

I Gotta Feeling.

Hello hello.

I am in such an amazing mood right now that I just HAD to write a blog post and SHARE. For everyone who’s reading this right now, I’m sending out positive telepathic vibes TO YOU.

Anyway, back to the beginning. My day started out horribly. I hadn’t been able to sleep the entire night, so I was really moody when I dragged myself out of bed at six in the morning to go swimming. After that, once I got home, I had this little tiff with mom because of me being frustrated. The issue wasn’t that she was nagging, because nagging I can take. The issue was that I’d told her that I hadn’t slept, and I was in a crappy mood, so PLEASE DON’T NAG TODAY. Not using those exact words, obviously.

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Despite my warnings, there are very few people who actually listen and then have to bear the brunt.

The entire day went by sluggish and slow, until now.

My college buddy just called me up and I’m going to be meeting him up tomorrow morning. YAY! I haven’t seen him in ages, and honestly, he was the first friend I made in college. That man is extremely sweet and meeting him always puts me in the most amazing of moods for at least a week. When we used to be neighbours, I don’t there was a single day that I didn’t meet him. For three whole years, we were completely inseparable.

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The only awkward part, and this may only be in my head, is that I think I consider him more a best friend, than he considers me to be for him. Despite spending so much time together, we haven’t really ever talked about our feelings or whatever. I’m not the sort of person to lays down all my emotions on a platter and serve’s them up to be rejected. Be there, done that. It’s a phobia, yes, but I am just so tired of being hurt that ignorance just seems so much more convenient.

Besides all that, the day after, my boyfriend is coming back into town so I’m going to be meeting him for breakfast. He has a few hours before he has to head home. He’s an amazing guy and I don’t think that I could have ever asked for anyone better to stand by my side… But he’s so clingy! As much as I care for him, sometimes I can’t help but feel so suffocated by the constant text messages and phone calls. There have been so many times, I’ve just wanted to smash my phone against the wall and say, “You know what? I don’t have a phone anymore. Sorry.” Despite all that, he has his good qualities and I think they over ride all the negatives.

What I love about this blog is that I can actually speak my mind. The bad, and the good. I can let it all out, without being judged or thought of as a gossip. I hate talking about people to other people. There have been so many times that I’d say a particular thing that it would get so misconstrued in the process of getting spread to every second person I know.

Anyway, we’ll probably hang out for a bit, go bowling maybe and then later that same day, there’s a birthday party that I have to attend.

Now here’s the tricky part. Though my parents absolutely adore that friend of mine, they aren’t so chilled out about me staying out the entire night, and that too at a party. The options I have here are that I can either ask my mom and dad to pick me up from the party at 12-ish or I can just not go. I don’t have to go, since I already wished her and hung out with her on the day itself but on the other hand, I have been out in a really really long time and I’d really like to cut loose for just one night.

I might just be over reacted since I haven’t even asked them yet, but I’m pretty sure they’re not going to be okay with it. I’ve known them for 20 years now, I think I know when they’re gonna say yes and when they’re gonna say no.

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All in all, I’m still jumping with joy at having something to do for the next two days.

Giddy.
E.K.