Tuesday, October 7, 2014

On My Year of Being a 21-Year-Old

In 19 short days, the official age will have come to an end and I'll be turning 22. I always knew being 21 would be kind of nuts, but I hadn't quite prepared for everything this year would bring for me.

On my 21st birthday, I went out for my first legal drink and in the past 346 days, I've probably consumed hundreds of gallons of booze.

It's been the craziest of years. On my 21st birthday, I got my mom drunk and we got to have the heart to heart we probably needed. I got everyone I ran into at the bar to sign my "Here for the Beer" shirt and man did I get a lot of free beer.

Since then, life has been an intense roller coaster. I've made a lot of new friends and I've fallen from a lot of people who I thought I would be close to forever because we just became different or they found a reason not to like me through my adventures of being 21.

I got back in touch with a few old ones though, at least for a short time period.

I've made a lot of poor decisions as a result of drinking, but I've made leaps and done things I would have never done sober that led me to meet new people and have some fun experiences. On the other side of things, It's also given me a lot of nights I don't properly remember. Good thing I usually keep my camera on hand to remind me what the hell happened.

I got engaged two months after I turned 21 to the love of my life. We celebrated our three year anniversary just about a month ago.

I managed to aquire two more cats within this last year. I mostly quit smoking and started vaping instead. I cut off all my hair and learned to convince people I'm a lesbian to avoid men hitting on me at the bar.

Lance and I finally got out of Accent after him being there for four terrible years and having two years under my belt. He started a great job with Charter (where I've gotten to drive to IL and stay in a hotel with him for multiple days) and I am officially employed with my favorite gas station right around the corner from my house.

It's been one hell of a year. I'm sure it won't be nearly as crazy, but I'm excited to see what 22 will bring for me.

I really want to give a special thanks to Lancelot (who has been there and a total sweetheart despite all the poor decisions I've made), Dani (because we've been friends for 8 years and we've finally just gotten ridiculously close), Adam (for having drunken girl talk nights I so desperately needed), and Mike and Ricky (my Autumn Creek apartment Bros who are always down for a drinking night). You guys all kick ass. Thanks for making this year 100x better.

Tuesday, September 9, 2014

10 Things I've Learned from Working at a Gas Station

I've been working at Rhodes 101 for almost four weeks now and there are a lot of things I've learned and realized working at a gas station. I'm here to give you just a few. Some will happen to everyone, others will only happen to some of you.

1. People want good customer service, but they don't want you to be too happy.
I used to work overnights at a gas station (for a very short period of time) and people actually complained to my boss that I was "too peppy" in the mornings. I'm a happy person and see no reason to be negative with people who haven't been a complete ass to me.  Plus, 4 a.m. meant my shift was almost over. I thought this was just an overnight thing, but it turns out people still get pissy in the afternoon. I've been at Rhodes for less than a month and I've already had three or four people tell me "You are way to happy" to my face.

2. Men give no fucks who is in the bathroom with them as long as they're sure their dick is covered.
At Rhodes, we do not close the bathrooms when they are being cleaned which means that when I go to clean the men's bathroom it's a complete pain in the ass because for every dude that comes in there while I'm cleaning, I just need to get the fuck out until they are done. In the (less than) month that I have been there, I cannot even count how many times I've heard someone walk in while I was cleaning and said "Give me two seconds and I'll be out of here." and while I'm gathering my cleaning supplies, they say "okay," and then continue to walk into the stall or up to the urinal and start pissing anyway while I'm still in there. It's just incredibly awkward and I am not fan.

3. Young women don't want anyone to hear them pee.
When anyone under the age of 30 comes into the bathroom when I'm cleaning the women's bathroom, they immediately say "I'm sorry" and walk right back out. Even if I catch them in time to say "It's fine, just use the one I'm not cleaning," they always just say they'll wait.

4. Older women have no shame GIANT dump while you're trying to clean the other stall.
They walk in, don't even acknowledge that I'm there, and proceed to walk in to the nearest stall and let a big one rip followed by intense shit hitting water. My God, I always have to go spray after they do this.

5. Some people actually tip gas station workers.
It's usually people that are coming through drive through, but I didn't even realize this was a thing. The other day, I had someone buy a soda for $1.25, give me $2, and told me to keep the change. Usually people don't worry about the pennies, but when it comes to nickels, dimes, and quarters, people still give that shit up. It's kind of awesome.

6. People are extremely surprised if you have tattoos and they see them outside of your job.
We aren't allowed to have any tattoos showing at the gas station. I had a once a day customer come in the other day after I got off work and stop me to talk to me. He told me that he had seen me at Wal-Mart with all my tattoos showing and almost didn't recognize me. He was very kind and complimented them and told me about how he couldn't get them and why. It was an interesting experience.

7. People ask for directions at gas stations A LOT.
Considering we have very few men working at Rhodes, this one kind of makes me laugh a lot. Everyone someone asks me where something is, I always have the urge to say "You're asking a woman for directions. What are you thinking?" Instead I usually grab one of my coworkers and see if they might know where it is. 

8. If you have a non-conservative look to you, the drugees will try to connect with you.
You all have seen my hair. It's shaved extremely short on one side and completely on the back and I only have bangs. Meth heads tend to compliment my hair, talk about their own hair/piercings, and then get pissed off that we don't take food stamps. Ugh.

9. People hate breaking $100 bills at gas stations.
They worry so much about whether we can break it or not. Before I worked at Rhodes, I hated breaking $100 at gas stations too. Unless you have caught us right after we cashed out the drawer, we probably have change for it. If we don't have the 20's, you might just have a few more ten dollar bills than expected. Hey, at least you feel less bad about breaking 10's than 20's, right?

10. A good amount of people will hit on you. Some of them will be attractive, most will not.
In my four weeks working there, I have not had a single attractive person hit on me, but I got invited to a labor day party where they bought enough beer to get an army drunk. So that was cool. Otherwise, It's usually just super old creepy guys that haven't gotten laid in ages.

So folks, this is what I have learned in my month of working for a gas station. I'm sure I'll have some more crazy stuff for you later, so keep updated.

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Social Media, Man.

Snapshat seems so vain...like, you're pretty much just sending people pictures of you and what you're doing. That seems so bizarre to me. I've been told I don't "get it" because I'm in a long term relationship, but from what I've heard that its pretty much a way to get single ladies to send you nude pictures since you can't "save" the pictures. Screenshot does exist on phones these days, ladies.

I guess I can't say much. I'm on instagram which is basically the same thing, but to everyone, so I'm not getting those dirty pictures out and about. I mostly post pictures I'm proud of following the previous five of my cats.

Social media is just weird in general. Think about those words: Social Media.

The definition on dictionary.com is "websites and other online means ofcommunication that are used by large groups of people to share information and to develop social and professional contacts." However, when we look at the words apart... Social: "seeking or enjoying the companionship ofothers" and media "the means ofcommunication, as radio and television, newspapers, and magazines, that reach or influence people widely." Basically, what I'm getting at is social media is kind of....weird.

Those last five words of the definition of media, "reach or influence people widely," stand out to me most. When it comes to social media, we share the moments that we want others to see. We share the party pictures, visiting important momuments, summer adventures, and the moments that make us and our sigificant other seem flawless. The people on your facebook, twitter, instagram, and whatever else is out there...they don't see the moments you were crying in the bathroom because your crush was paying more attention to some other girl more than you, when you got lost on the way to said monument and almost cried because unfamiliar places scare the living hell out of you, when you got too drunk to make it to the toilet to vomit and puked all the way down the hallway, or that big fight that you and you're S.O. got into when you were being a complete bitch at the party and didn't realize because you were too fucked up to function.

When I drink, I become sort of a facebook stalker (don't judge me). I'll scroll through my updates like we all do and think to myself, "I wonder what they're up to." Then I tend to go to their page, look through they're updates from the last three months, go through their pictures, and see what their work/relationship history has been in the last 6 months. Often, I find myself jealous at first. "Look at the parties they've been going to; They look like a riot." "Man, they've been together for 3 years and they still like they love each other to no ends and couldn't stand to spend 5 minutes without each other."

Then I step back and distance myself for a moment and look at my own Facebook profile. Then I realize "Holy shit, They're no better off than I am." When you look at my profile, it seems like I have had no bad moments in the last..several years. I have pictures of good times at the bar, house parties, small shindigs, perfect photos of Lancelot and I going on adventures, and updates that depict how great life is going for me.

Don't get me wrong. Lancelot and I get into fights about who is going to clean the litter box, I've been the girl crying in the bathroom, and financial situations haven't always been the easiest on us. When I look back on it all though, I realize I'm one lucky lady. Lancelot and I hardly ever fight, I'm always making new friends, and I get the opportunity to have spontaneous fun experiences more than most.

 So, I advise you, next time you use some form of social media, don't judge you're life by it. Everyone has their struggles and their bad moments, but no one ever takes photos of those; If they do, hardly anyone is cruel enough to actually post them. What you see online is not what actually what's going on, it's the very best of it.

As 90's kids, we expect so much more from life because the internet has tought us that. Don't use that as discouragement, use it to make something bigger and better than everything you've seen. Go to college, travel, make a difference. Don't sit around taking pity on yourselves. Use it as inspiration to make the things you see online everything you can (and hopefully will) be in your lives.

I wish the best of luck to all of you!

Friday, August 29, 2014

I Never Even Knew...

Four years ago, I uploaded all of the pictures from my spontaneous trip to Illinois with friends.

It's really bizarre to look at now. Four years ago, I would have never guessed I'd be where I am now.

Back then, I loved my hair and never thought I'd chop it all off. I don't think I could have even pictured living in my own place with a fella or having pets of my very own. I didn't think that by now Hunts would be something that layed three years in my past or that I wouldn't even associate with the people I loved so much then. I believe I pictured my life as being a non-stop spontaneous trip where I drove where I wanted and partied with strangers every weekend.

As fantastic as that sounds...my life is so much better than that right now. I'm almost 22 and I could have never imagined to be in the wonderful place I am right now. I chopped off all my hair (because "aint nobody got time for that"), I'm engaged to the best man in the world, I have friends that get me way more, and I have four lovely cats and no children. =)

Some things will never change, though. I will always love my B.A.D. friends and my tattoos will never leave me.

Swimming will always be the best and I'm a big fan of making friends with strangers when I'm drunk...because you never know, they might give you free beer.

I never thought I'd quit cigarettes and I never knew that beer would be my drink of choice. I never realized bonfires would become a thing and friends in the same apartment complex would be the best ones I would ever know.

So for all of you who have accompanied me on this wonderful journey, I thank you. You all are pretty much the best. Thanks so much! 

Monday, August 18, 2014

A New Beginning with a Blast Into the Past

I haven't been much into blogging lately, life has been so hectic. I figured there's no time better than now, though. I'm home alone for the next five days with four cats and no fiance.

Today, Lancelot and I embarked on our new journeys for a better life. Mine included taking a stroll down the street to my favorite gas station to finally get a look behind the counter and Lance's path is taking a 5 day trip to Illinois for training with Charter Communications. I'm so proud of him.

I'm so happy we're both out of Accent. Every single day was a struggle and left us so emotionally drained that we weren't able to make room for happiness in our lives. With our jobs now, I'll only see Lancelot about 50% of the time I was seeing him then (if not less), but I think overall we will be happier.

It's bizarre to think of where we were a year ago. I had just hit my one year mark at Accent and Lance was coming up on his three year mark. We were finally in an apartment with our kitties and we were still working on losing the weight we had put on in the beginning of our relationship. I still had long hair and so did Lance.

It's so insane to think this was a full year ago. Things have changes so much since then. Eight months ago, Lancelot and I got engaged. At that time, we spent every minute of every day together between work and home time. They only times we were apart were hidden in our seperate sleep schedules. 

Today is the first day of our new jobs. Lance left at 6:00 this morning and coming home to an empty apartment was a terribly sad moment. I'm glad my cats are more than happy to keep me company.

Things seem so strange, now. I'm having flashbacks to that time I lived alone. I walked home from work to an apartment that felt too cold even though the thermostat was set at 82 degrees in the middle of summer. The fridge looks like a high school student stocked it and the only sounds I will hear is the pitiful meow of our cats reminding me that I forgot to feed them this morning before work. 

The only thing I hold onto during these times is the feeling of being awake when the rest of the world is asleep and the hopes that when I lie down to sleep that the nightmares will not invade my dreams saying "He's never coming home."

I'm ready for Lance to be back, already. I want him to hug me and tell me that these trainings won't last forever. I want him here so I know he's safe from all the crazy drivers out there and not dead in a ditch from a hit-and-run. 

Can I sleep the next five days, please?

Friday, June 6, 2014

I Have Loved You for 1,000 Days

A 1,000 days ago...

I kissed this lovely fella. I can't believe this photo was taken only months after the night we first kissed. It was our first Christmas together. 

It's been two years, eight months, and 27 days. Oh boy, wow!

I really can't imagine what it would be like without this wonderful fella in my life. I mean, he's so fantastic. I could easily name 100 things I love about him.

He was the person who finally helped motivate me to get he body I always wanted.

When he goes to Wal-Mart without me (if I'm dying my hair or just don't feel like going) he sometimes surprises me with a candy bar when he gets back.

He's doing everything he can to actually get me to quit smoking, not because he hates the smell or the smoke bothers him, but because he wants me to live a long and happy life with him.

He has such big, beautiful, blue eyes and is almost always down to do something creative (like paint) with me when I ask.

We've spent many days and nights sitting on our balcony together listening to music, drinking, or just talking about anything and everything.

He's always interested in trying new things with me. When I first started crocheting, he learned too; He crocheted a scarf and then realized it wasn't really his thing. He tried it out though because 1.) It's cool as shit and 2.) I really dig it.

He helped cut my hair when I needed a change and he teaches me new things all the time (whether it be about vaping or the universe).

It's been almost three years now that Lance and I have been together. A lot can change in that time and  three years ago, I didn't really believe this is where we would be now. I still can't believe this man actually wants to spend the rest of his life with me and we're engaged. I still can't believe that in three years we will be moving out of state together and starting our big-league adventures.

I can't even begin to stress what a positive influence this wonderful man has been on my life. I can definitely tell you that I would be in no way the person I am if it weren't for him. Each and every day he helps me become a better and happier person.

Thank you so much, Lancelot. You are the love of my life and I can't wait until the day I get to marry you.

Monday, May 26, 2014

Annabel Lee

This is one of my favorite poems by Edgar Allen Poe. I've never really been able to say why, but I absolutely adore it.

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wing├Ęd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;

For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

fun fact: This was actually the poem read by "Miss Kathryn 'Kissin' Kate' Barlow" to her students in Holes.

Friday, May 16, 2014

No Smoking

Within the last few months, many of my friends have moved to "vaping" instead of smoking. When they spoke about it, I swore up and down they had more will power than I did and there's no way that this "vaping" was really going to help.

A couple of weeks ago, Lance and I got back in touch with our summer friend, Noah and he gave us more information. Since I felt like Noah had always smoked more than I did, and he had pretty much completely quit, I decided it was worth a try to actually try this out.

Not even a week ago, I ordered and MVP and went to the local vapor store to get some juices.

It's been 48 hours since I received my MVP and I've only smoked three cigarettes.

Considering in a normal two day period, I would have already smoked about a pack and a half of cigarettes (30 cigarettes, total), I consider this a pretty big accomplishment. The best thing is that I haven't wanted to pull my hair whilst making this big life change (like I have previously with other attempts to quit smoking).

Now, don't get me wrong. This is no miracle device. The juice does still have nicotine in it. The game plan at this point is to slowly reduce nicotine levels until I can get down to 0 nicotine juices, then probably stop vaping at some point.

So, after four years, I'm finally taking the first real step to quitting smoking. I've already seen a dramatic improvement and I'm thrilled to start getting taste buds back and being able to smell again. Most of all, I'm excited not to smell like a walking ashtray.

So for all of those who pushed me to vaping instead of smoking (especially Lancelot), I want to thank you so much. I needed the push and I'm excited where this is leading me.

Sunday, May 4, 2014

I wish I was a Cat

I wish I was a cat.

Cats don't have to work at stressful jobs.
Cats don't even have to worry about money for rent.
Cats can sleep all day or be awake all day. No one cares.
Cats can't make stupid decisions that disappoint people.

If a cat gets knocked up, it's not really their problem.
They just push those babies out and see what happens.

Cats don't worry much.
Cats don't have to make difficult choices.
Their owners encourage them to get high (catnip).
Cat's don't have to worry about awkward situations.
Cats don't have long term commitments, like a two year cell phone plan.

Cats can lie in the sun all day.
Cats don't have to worry about their weight.

I wish I was a cat.