Ain’t No Party Like a Detroit Party

I decided to put on some Kid Rock and relive one of the amazing nights I had this past summer.

One of my mom’s friends somehow had 2 extra tickets to one of Kid Rock’s 8 sold out Michigan shows. Perched dead center on the hill at DTE, dancing, screaming, and singing along to every explicit line with your mom and people you hardly know is something everyone should try. Oh, and I came home with a shirt that says “Kid Rock’s Best Motherfuckin’ Night Ever”, and you know what? It definitely was one of the best.

Do You Believe in Ghosts?

I’m curious to get input/read some stories about what others have experienced.

Okay here’s my (most recent) story. This morning around 1:30 am I was sleeping, in the middle of a dream. In my dream there was a tv that was on a static channel and getting louder and louder. Finally I realized it was MY tv in MY bedroom. I stumbled across my room and turned it off, but to my dismay, it kept turning on and turning itself up until I unplugged it from the wall. Even more eerie, this isn’t the first time this has happened. And my tv was in a different spot the other time so outside interference is ruled out. Happy Halloween?

Writing, writing, and more writing: Story of my life.

Journalism journalism journalism. Since I started college, I feel like that’s all I think about. Written journalism, photojournalism, anything and everything journalism. Today we had a guest speaker that is a journalist in one of my (non journalism) classes. Everyone was oh so thrilled about that…but I honestly was. Writing is a passion of mine and it honestly seems like a dream job to write for a living. I feel like without writing, I would be so much less than what I am. I wouldn’t be as creative or expressive or opinionated. Writing is more that a hobby for me, it’s a lifestyle, and I hope one day I can use it to pay for my life as well. Okay just felt like writing (big surprise?) and journalism was the first thing that came to mind. Until later.

You ever have one of those moments where something happens as if it were just meant to play out like that? That happened today. Alright, so I work at a grocery store and while I was doing carts I found some money on the ground in the parking lot. So I brought it inside where I was talking to one of the cashiers who was on break about it since I couldn’t find the person working the customer service desk. Anyhow, after I finally located her and gave her the money, I went back to the cashier (who is now ringing on a register) and said “I gave Barb that money.” The customer who was in line said “did you find money? $80? Folded up?” It was $80, folded up neatly. I told her yes and she went to claim it at the service desk, crying because she had thought it was gone. She told me that she thought no one would return it and she wouldn’t get it back. Likewise, I wasn’t sure if someone would come back looking for it. Point of the story, if I hadn’t been there at that very moment, she may not have found the money she lost. It made me so happy that she got her money back and that I could help.

A Social Life? What’s That?

This past summer, the summer before my first year of college, I swore to myself that I would keep a balance between school, work, and my friends, and wouldn’t let myself forget about them. Plot twist: They’re the ones forgetting about me. I guess I should be okay with that. I mean I am growing up and they say your friends from high school really don’t stick around, but that’s beyond the point. I blatantly get excluded. For example, everyone from work (people whom I love and enjoy spending time with) all go out to eat and hangout often. I have been invited twice. Well, once. The other time, it was my suggestion. On another note, I jokingly made a remark about my brother to one of my friends and he WENT AND TOLD HIM. Trust? What’s that?

I just don’t get it. I try my hardest to be the best person I can, yet it’s never enough. Something is never good enough, somehow I get forgotten about. All I do it go to school, go to work, and wander around my neighborhood with my headphones in, letting all these thoughts bother me. I guess that’s part of the reason I started this blog, because without a social life, who’s there to talk to, right?

“Single” is a Word for Lonely People

At 18 years old I can honestly say I have only had one boyfriend in my life. Even then I wouldn’t consider him much of a boyfriend, simply because it lasted one month and officially ended on a legal document. Yes, I have a restraining order on the only guy I have ever dated. My love life clearly doesn’t have too much luck. I’m perfectly happy on my own, I’m independent and strong-willed and opinionated to the core. Some days, though, when I really sit down and get to hashing through past memories, I wonder what it’d be like to have someone. It may be because having a boyfriend helped level out my other problems. Or maybe because we dated near Christmas, so holiday joy comes tied with these moments. Then again, the grass is always greener, right? I just want that one person to sit and talk with, listen to music with, do everything or nothing with. I don’t have that best friend to do that with now (the best friend problems, ironically, were helped when I did have a boyfriend). It just makes me wonder, am I lonely or content? I know I’m content, but only to an extent before the loneliness creeps on in.