CandiK

I feel bad when someone punches my abs and breaks their knuckles…

Candi — Wed, 12 May 2010 07:23:30 +0000

There are some things I don’t know how to do being single…

Like… late nights when I can’t sleep, not because of the usual just wheels turning stuff, but the nights where I miss like say, my dad…

You can count on your friends for a LOT of things, in most cases, if they are good friends. Emotional support like after a breakup or during rough times, or during great times but doesn’t it get awkward when you just want someone (hold on, this is going to sound lame) to well, hold you… you know, while you cry and just let it out… someone to comfort you in a different kind of way than your friends can…when you need it… which honestly isn’t that often for me these days… I’ve learned a lot and gotten over a lot in the last year and a half…

I don’t know… just a thought…

I hate it when I pick something heavy up and my bicept rips my shirt…

Candi — Tue, 27 Apr 2010 10:18:19 +0000

After spending oohhh I dunno, like 10 hours reading really super old blogs (think 2005 if you haven’t been keeping up with this one) I am left pondering several things. Here is a collection of some of those things I’m pondering…

For starters, I knew that I had changed between 23 and 29 years of age, but holy crap. Reading those really is crazy and I can’t believe it’s even the same person.

2nd… yeah blogs are (or well, can be) interesting… but the balance is making them interesting without airing your dirty laundry…

3rd… I still have the habit of thinking of things I want to say or write about, and then completely forgetting what the hell I was thinking by the time I got here…

But a few other things I’ve realized…

I completely forgot how to date. I’m sure this happens to everyone in a super long term relationship but 5 years and 1.5 very painful year later I’m left trying to start over and figure it out. I feel like there weren’t all these stupid games way back when. You know, to text (or call) or not to text (or call)… To wait 4 hours and 35 seconds before replying just so you don’t seem *too* interested… Not extending an invitation to hang out just because um that makes you too “available”… wtf.

The way I see it, if you like someone, you like them. You want to hang out with them and spend time with them and it should just come natural. They won’t get freaked if you text them or invite them out or god for bid… sleep with them *gasp*…

Is it really so wrong to let a person know you enjoy their company and are interested in getting to know them better…

Off with their heads!!! ha Random. But whatever. That’s my 2 cents for the night.

Clutz

Candi — Tue, 27 Apr 2010 09:33:58 +0000

Well, my first blog EVER and I’m using it to write about clutz’s. You know how a normal person bumps there head on the corner of the cupboard or stubs your toe maybe once oh I don’t know a month or every two months. Yeah, not me. I swear I have welts on both sides of my forehead from the cupboards in my kitchen. In my defence I was painting under that counter and that cupboard that hangs there so it’s not like I just walked into it. But I also stubbed my toe and skinned my knuckle. By this time I am swearing though. Ahh, the pleasures of moving into a new place that needs some minor work. Bottom line, I hurt myself like 6 times a day. I need to get out of the house more often. lol.

–> update — obviously this was migrated from my old blog site. Candi’s ramblings circa 2005…

Ennui

Candi — Tue, 27 Apr 2010 09:32:44 +0000

Ever had one of those days where nothing is right. All these words jumble up in your mind to form thoughts that you just can’t get out? Little things annoy you, little things make you want to scream and freak out and just leave…. go far far away. Just for a while. Just until you can clear your head. Ahhh, PMS what a lovely, wonderful part of a womans life. It’s borderline split personality I think. Yesterday I was happy, chipper, loving to my wonderful boyfriend (I think so anyway). And today, I really just wanted to lay in bed and sleep (which has also been challenging recently) and eat of course. And complain. Alot.

p.s. Will Ferrell is hilarious.

oh and Crazy is a relative term in my family!

You say physco like it’s a bad thing

Candi — Tue, 27 Apr 2010 09:31:40 +0000

–Update — I would just like to add… is this even the same person as me??? I feel like reading through these blogs I was possessed and some alien was writing… ugh gross. That said, all things I really miss that I forgot I missed…

I have the number one best boyfriend in the world. It’s absolutely crazy.

Allow me to explain: I think he’s so great because he knows when to just hug me without asking, what soda I prefer when ordering a value meal, how I like my cheeseburgers, when to make sure I’m not watching the TV (anyone with a squeamish stomach who’s seen extreme surgery or Dr. 90210 knows what I’m talking about), when to keep me away from a certain area in the house (ever seen a giant spider? I don’t care if it only was the size of a dime, it was giant to me), when not to tell me bad news. Need I go on.

He is really great. And smart (damn him), He’s
one of those automatically smart people like, he makes it look
effortless while people like me study and read, and study, and read
some more, but, never know the answer off the top of my head.

Blogs are kinda fun cause even though nobody else besides me cares about things like my wonderful boyfriend, I can still write annoyingly long post’s about him. Kinda like people who share pictures of their pets. Oh yeah, you know what I’m talking about!