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Victoria

Also known as quietgirlLOUDGIRL. - I run this here blog. Just me. By myself. On the block. Holding it down. Gun in my waist. Straight face. All day. Not a game.

And then what.

October 7, 2011 – 10:08 pm

In exactly 75 days, I’ll be 29 years old. Twenty. Nine.

I’m not stressing about it. I actually welcome 29. To be honest, I’ve lived  a pretty cushy life thus far. That’s not to say I haven’t made my share of mistakes. Big mistakes. Or had my days where I was so poor that I had to eat ramen every day for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Can we say last week and hello sodium? Or cried over lost love. Actually, I won’t admit to that last one, cause I’m a real G and real G’s don’t cry. 

So, at 28 years and 290 days old, I can honestly say I am happy with my life. This morning I woke up and I just felt good. I don’t know how or why, but there was just this really corny, sunny days and long walks type of positivity in the air. Either that or someone put something in my drink last night. Yet, I can’t help but think what’s next. What will 29 bring? And then 30?

I was just sitting here talking to one of my homeboys and I was telling him that I don’t know if it’s because I’m getting older or for other reasons that I won’t get into here, but I actually think that I might, possibly, maybe be open to being in a relationship. Whew, I think I just got a little heartburn typing that sentence out. And it’s not that I was ever opposed to it, despite what any of my friends might tell you, I do have a heart. I just never felt like I needed to be in a relationship.  If that makes sense.

But like I said, as I sit here and think about what’s next, maybe that’s it. I’ve got my career. I own my home. I’ve got great friends and an even greater family. I even have a feisty little one-eyed pug. Now, I just need a guy who doesn’t annoy the shit out of me. But don’t all of y’all start throwing your numbers at me all at once now.

And then again, I might be sitting here a year from now re-reading this blog post, trying to figure out what was I on and why?

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Call the po-po, ho.

September 1, 2011 – 7:36 am

The following story happened to me 8 months ago. I am not stuck in a time warp. 

Picture this. Except when you picture it, imagine that I’m looking movie star “just woke up” fabulous and not real life, eye boogies and morning breath “just woke up” not-so-fabulous. Okay, thanks.

So, picture this. One morning and by morning, I really mean closer to noon, I was laying in the bed, minding my own. Tyson was laying in his bed, minding his own. No barking, no Netflix, just silence. Until it wasn’t. Someone starts knocking on my door and me, being the neighborly neighbor that I am… well, I ignored it. I wasn’t expecting anybody and I don’t just go around answering the door for anybody. But after about 3 minutes of knocking and some annoyance on my part I finally get up to go to the door. Of course, I grab Tyson so he doesn’t bark and tippy toe my way over, so I can peek out the peephole just in case I decide to play like I’m not home. But by the time I look all I can see is a glimpse of someone walking away. Whatever. So, I jump in the shower.

About 5 minutes into my shower, Joe Whoever is back, this time banging on my door like they had lost their mind. I wrap a towel around me, go to the door take a peep and see 3 police officers. HO-LY SHIT. I crack the door open, cause you know I’m half nekkid and whatnot, give them my nicest but most confused “Yes?” then go run to throw on some clothes after they ask if they can talk to me for a few.

We do about 5 minutes of back & forth “are you okay, miss?”, to which I reply “yes.” and “is there anyone in the house with you” to which I reply “no.”, over and over and over again. I think they were trying to trick me. Finally, I hit them with the ‘what is this about?’. Well, apparently my “concerned” neighbors called the police because they heard a domestic dispute coming from upstairs, meaning my condo unit. Now, considering I had just gotten out of the shower and looked a little frazzled, I probably did resemble a battered girlfriend who had just gotten her ass whooped and went to go cry in the shower, so I’m not sure if they believed me or not when I told them they had the wrong unit. Probably didn’t help that I didn’t have neighbors on either side of me at the time either to point the finger at. Either way, they finally left.

I’m not really sure what happened that day, or who they heard. My guess is that it was actually whoever called the police who was having the dispute. They got scared, called for help and then when the people showed up, they didn’t want to go thru with it and pointed the finger upwards. At me. What I do know, is domestic violence isn’t anything to play with. If you’re in a violent relationship, please know that you’re not alone and there are people who will help you. Use the information below or pass it along to someone who needs it.

** If you are in danger call 911, your local hotline, or the U.S. National Domestic Violence Hotline at 1-800-799-7233 and TTY 1-800-787-3224. – This information was taken from www.domesticviolence.org. 


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Public displays of objection

August 30, 2011 – 9:18 pm

I remember when I was oh, maybe 15 or 16, standing in line at the bank, minding my own, when a young couple in front me started making out. It was disgusting. Angelina and Billy Bob disgusting. Had I not been about my paper at that moment and had that not been the only bank I could go to¹, I would’ve left. Instead I had to endure the torture of watching this couple tongue each other down directly in front of me.

Now I don’t know if it was that particular event that turned me off to public displays of affection or if I’ve been like this forever, but I am not the one. I’m not going to make out with you in a movie theatre and I don’t want to hold your hand. I will, if you grab for it, but only for long enough so that it’s not obvious that I’m trying to escape your grasp. And I can assure you that all the while, I will not be thinking “oh how sweet, he wants to hold my hand”. There are really only a couple of situations where hand holding is okay – A. if we’re in a big crowd and don’t want to get separated or 2. we’re at a haunted house. Although in that case, I probably won’t be holding your hand, I’ll most likely be grabbing onto you for dear life.

Yeah, I just might be a bitch. Or a boy. Just kidding… about that second one.

So, Wiz and Amber, please stop with the all the grossness. This right here, is not necessary. Not necessary at all.

1. I grew up in Germany, on a military base. We had no options. 

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This post really isn’t about lil wayne

August 26, 2011 – 10:46 am

So I finally watched the video to Lil Wayne’s How to Love,  and while I wasn’t overly impressed with the video, I did appreciate the message that Wayne is sending out.

Now, what I DID NOT appreciate —-  That scary ad/preview they played before I could even get to the video. I really need for folks to start posting warnings when they’re gonna play some scary shit so I can be prepared to avert my eyes, mute the sound, whatever it takes. It almost made me say fuck Wayne and his video (excuse my language, but that’s how serious it was) .

Yes, I’m 28. And yes, I’m scared of horror films, haunted houses and dark alleys. I couldn’t even watch Michael Jackson’s Thriller video when I was younger. I even once had tears in my eyes coming out of the Madame Tussaud’s Scream attraction in Vegas. I may or may not have been 23 years old. And no, I’m not ashamed.

So, please DailyMotion – chill with the scary ad/previews or next time, warn an Asian. Kthx.

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Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.

August 24, 2011 – 6:38 pm

I live a great life. I really do. Good job, great friends, roof over my head (that I own), food in my belly. Pug only has one eye, but hey, he’s happy too. But lately I’ve been thinking about lifestyle changes I can implement to make myself just that much happier. You can always improve on greatness, right? So, in an attempt to keep myself on track, I’m going to share with you the 4 goals I have to improve on this already awesome life I’m living.

  1. Exercise regularly. – Now, I’m not a fan of any form of excercise. At all. I think it’s stupid and I don’t like doing it. But, I do go through my random couple of days a year where I get motivated, buy myself a new workout outfit and hit the machines. Usually only after I’ve watched a couple of episodes of the Biggest Loser and start thinking “if they can do it, shit, so can I.” It never lasts long. But lately I’ve been trying to at the least (and currently,  at the most) go running a few times a week. I haven’t been the most disciplined but I’m working on it. PLUS, I just so happened to FaceTime my Ma earlier today only for her to tell me in one swift breath that my face looks round like a balloon, I’m getting fat and how much do I weigh? Gee thanks, Ma. If that ain’t some motivation for that ass, than I don’t know what is. SN: I actually just jumped on the Wii fit to see how much I weigh (I don’t keep a scale in my house, never have) and I actually don’t weigh as much as I thought. Whew!
  2. Eat (& drink) healthier. – This is a toughie for me. Mainly because I don’t cook and well, Taco Bell just taste sooo good. But now that I’m knocking on 30′s door, I know it’s really important for me to be more conscious of the things that I put in my body. It probably isn’t a good idea for me to be eating Snickers Peanut Butters and Chips & Salsa for breakfast, lunch and dinner anymore. That may or may not be an exaggeration. 
  3. Reduce my alcohol intake. – This actually has been surprisingly easy and I actually started reducing the amount of alcohol I consume before I made the conscious decision to do it. I think at this point it’s been about 3 weeks since I last indulged in some libations and it hasn’t been a big deal at all. My reasons for making this decision are threefold. Being in that it’ll help with #2 above and #4 below. Then there’s the whole not wanting to be “that girl” factor. You know “that girl”, the one who’s stumbling around the club, red-faced, talking loud. That girl.
  4. Save more money. – This may be one of my biggest problems in life. Saving money. Two Chainz probably said it best – “It’s mine. I spend it.” I think I always had this vision growing up that I would graduate college, make beaucoup dollars and money would never be an issue. I really wish Present Me could go back in time and tell Past Me that she’s a freakin’ idiot. I actually do make decent money but after bills, unexpected expenses (on top of unexpected expenses, on top of unexpected expenses), spending money, birthday gifts, baby shower gifts, whatever! – money can definitely become an issue. Thank goodness for 401K’s. My future thanks you. 
I know these probably sound cliche. Everybody wants to eat healthier. Everyone wants to save money. But that’s alright, because I know that for me, at this point in my life these are the most important changes that I need to make. What about you? Any lifestyle changes you planning on making soon?
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Gotta make better decisions.

August 23, 2011 – 12:17 pm

I came to the realization a couple of years ago, that making better decisions is the key to a happier existance. Sounds so simple right? Because really, who sets out to make bad decisions? I know that’s never my intent, but I’ve done it. And I’m pretty sure you’ve done it too.

Just think about it. It’s as simple as filling up your gas tank at the station down the street for $3.95, rather than trying to make it to your destination across town, where there’s a station that has gas for $3.55, when you know you’re already in the red. Yeah, you thought you were gonna save a couple of bucks, but now you’re stuck on the side of the road with an empty tank and a headache. And believe me, those people driving by… they’re judging you.

Or how about that time you missed your early morning flight because you wanted to go out the night before, have a couple drinks, maybe meet a cute boy… Now you’re missing that job interview or wedding or whatever, wishing you would have just stayed home the night before.

Or maybe you took a vacation you couldn’t really afford to go on and now you’re struggling to make ends meet each month. Yeah, Hawaii was lovely and you got a really great tan but now that you’re back, how are you gonna eat? That tan is probably not gonna pay for anything, and if it does, well then let me go book my trip to Hawaii asap.

I may or may not have done any of the above. Actually, I haven’t done any of those particular examples. But when I think about it, every unfortunate incident I have encountered is pretty much a direct result of some  poor decision I made previously. Car break-ins and bad haircuts aside (I blame those entirely on my past stylists, current stylist excluded – Steph, you rock!)

I now try to live each day making decisions that’ll have a more positive outcome on my life. It doesn’t always work, but more often than not it does.

How about you? Ever ran out of gas because you were too cheap to spend an extra $.02 at a closer station? Or maybe you made some other decision in life that led to a not-so-pleasant outcome?

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