That's the plan anyway

I haven't booked any shows for the summer so my plan is pretty simple.  Get tan and skinny.

I've started swimming daily and not just splashy splashy swimming distance.  Granted I'm swimming laps in the pool in my backyard so its a lot of laps.  60 laps both way to be exact.  That's a mile.  Seeing as I get distracted easily I've taken to using pennies as counters and carrying them from one end of the pool to the other.  This allows my mind to wander to my book, drink recipes, what my plan for adventure is that day, evil plots to take over the world, outfits, drag routines, you know whatever.  And when the pennies are done so is my swim.  I'm excited also for this summer to do a couple swims.  The pier to pier and some other mile long swim.  Ta Da!!!  Fancy!!!  This also helps the tan along.  Bingbangboom I'll do everyone!

Another tool I'm using is fitocracy.  Its basically what every n3rd needs to get fit.  Seriously, if I had this as a kid I would be in amazing shape.  Here's the run down.  Its a fitness social network.  You log in your exercises and it calculates them and gives you experience points.  The more experience points the more levels you gain.  Its a real life rpg that makes you buff.  The end.  People can follow you and "give you props" on work outs, levels, and other achievements.  There are also "quests for the king" that you can do that range from dead lifts, marathons, big routines to:

Which I completed.  Yeah buddy.  The dancing even has different details you can fill out from pole dancing to video game dancing.  Talk about thorough.  So yeah.  You can follow me and keep on me to make sure I continue my quest of getting tan and skinny.  Its makes exercise fun!  (almost) But its better than nothing.  Plus this really hot guy keeps giving me props.  We're probably going to get married.  Its fine.  

Moral:  When I get skinny and hot I'll join Kazaky and dance background to Madonna.

(though they're not that tan. . .

Welcome to your friendly neighborhood bar.

My place of employment is pretty unique.  The best way to describe it is your neighborhood bar.  We have a strong regular base.  Which is good because whenever you go out there is more often someone there you know.  They might not always know your name, but close enough.  If anything, there's always someone in a corner you can go sit next to and judge people.  There's plenty of material to work with.

Regulars.  There are a number of them.  And to me they fall into two categories.  The good regulars and the bad regulars.  No names as always and if you feel you fall in one or the other category I will not confirm nor deny which one you're in.  shrugs. So. I obviously am a big fan of the good regulars.  These are the put together regulars.  The regulars who like to have a good time.  The fun ones.  The ones who bring us food.  Jello shots.  All sorts of things.  The good regulars we wouldn't mind having over to our house.  When they come in we're generally pleased to see them.  A couple comes in often and definitely fall into the good regular category.  Fun loving people who lift up the environment with their attitude.  Someone I definitely wouldn't mind sitting in a corner with, sharing a cocktail, and reading people.

Bad regulars.  Don't get me wrong, people all have their own opinions on others.  Again I will not confirm nor deny your place on this list.  People who fall on the bad regular list are people I definitely would not invite to my house.  I might even avoid them if I saw them in the grocery.  Just saying.  I've been trying to stay positive but I kind of have to get this out.  Negative people and people not put together.  Gah!  I don't know Lord knows I've been messy.  Multiple times.  But I'm learning more and more how much everyone's attitudes affect one another.  Yeah, duh right?  Its even more so than you think.  As a teacher I think about the environment I'm in charge of and try to make it positive.  I'm not sure exactly what I'm saying.  Or even trying to.  By say of course I mean write.  Moral of the story (blog) is try to be someone who makes the room better when you walk in.  Things happen and problems happen.  How you approach them is all the difference.  All about the choices.

-"Ah man, my life sucks."
-"Phew things are rough, this is how I'm working on fixing them."

Be a good regular. Make more fun. Make jello shots.

Any of this make sense or did I just ramble a lot? I'm still working on making the right choices.  If that none of that makes sense watch this Rihanna video:
Bam

Observations from last night

This has been a long week.  Out of the seven days this week I worked at the bar for six.  Last night was the crown that topped it all.  So based on my mood I made some keen observations.

First and for most and most importantly: gogo dancers should not wear underwear from Target.  Sorry about it.  I don't care how cute you think your camo briefs are. . . they still got that label on the waste band.  Just saying.  You're only wearing a couple articles of clothing. . . spend more than $5 on it please.  Thanks.  I know you got all three pairs in one pack but really?

Another thing is sometimes I feel like Mrs. Lovett.  Not anything about baking people into pies so fear not, but from one specific moment.  Mainly I just feel like calling out.  But the moment in act 2 when she finds Lucy and cries out about Lucy always plaguing her.  Just people of my past keep creeping up when I try my best to put them behind me.  Yet I find them in the basement when I think that everything is going so well.  I don't really know how to put it.  This happens with a couple people but last night was one specifically.  Just when I do my best to forget he's brought up, posts on something, or shows up.  Why must you always plague me.  There's another as well.  Things will go well, lots of great conversation, Oh, you're going to come see my show?! then nothing and when I'm done with it and over it- he texts me.  Of course.  You know?  Maybe one day I will open that pie shop.  We'll see.  I do enjoy baking.

Luckily for me, a couple people were there that saved me from really falling in a dark place.  The Armenian and Green Eyes were out.  So when I needed just a moment I was able to get a reprieve.  It was a busy night/week so I couldn't take too long.  But thank you you two.  Gold stars and +20 points.

If only today were over.  Big plans for next weekend.  I can't wait.  It'll be quite a breath of fresh air.

Quiet already!

This may seem a bit queer, especially being posted in a blog, but bear with me. Also, the thoughts below are stated with maybe a 95% accuracy. Welcome back by the way. I've been gone for a bit and I will again give you promises of diligence and fulfilling the wild with all my inane thoughts. With that stated lets continue. I tend to live my life quietly. Unless I'm stage of course. I don't like talking above others. I don't slam doors. Even when I walk I tend to step lightly. I honestly try to live my life without to much noise, figuratively and literally. As drama free as possible. I try not to make waves. Now you see the reason for the preface seeing as this is a weird post for an opinion-driven blog. I like my music loud but even then it's still some what contained. With that stated I struggle with loud people. People who feel the need to shout over others. People who bump bad music with their windows down. People who stomp thru their life most likely not realizing how much they affect other people left in their chaotic wake. People who feel the need to post in all caps large dramatic statements on social networks. This brings me to my next post. If you feel the need to voice online about how much you dislike a person or not care for them.... Would it not be easier to simply un-friend them? Instead of posting some dramatic, negative comment merely delete them from your friends list. It really saves the rest of us from your negativety. AND if the person really cared and followed you up on why you removed them that will give you a perfect opportunity to explain to them why you are unhappy. Leave me and the rest of your 199 friends out of it so we can get back to entertaining memes, amusing e-cards, and every present pictures and post of our friend's babies covered in their latest meal. Now I'm not faultless in dramatic posts, but in the nine or so years of having Facebook I believe their have been two alcohol-induced, dramatic posts. So please forgive me for them, especially since they were said out of great disappointment and deleted the next day. Take up painting, knitting, horse rearing, sidewalk chalk art, I don't know, just find some quiet way to express yourself and learn to be more aware of those around you. Mr. Facebook, myself, and your 199 other friends (well most of us) don't want to read it. I'm sure you have plenty other topics and daily doings we would live to learn about... Maybe. So before you get deleted from my friends list get on it and think positive. And learn not to stomp around. Thank you. Sorry reader(s) for my absence. Update on my daily life might be coming soon. You can now follow me on my new toy of Instagram- thetaro. Not all my pictures get posted to my FB. I'll promise yet again to be more diligent about posting my thoughts and opinions. Enjoy your weekend. Sorry Neiman Marcus gay, maybe you'll get the next one.