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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.

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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Right on red?

August 21, 2011 – 11:43 am

Note: This post has been in my drafts for 8 months, hence the reference to Christmas. I’m not sure why I never posted it, but here you go.

My parents are here in ATL visiting for Christmas and my mother, well… she never disappoints. Case in point.

To set the scene for you, my dad’s driving, he stops at a red light. I’m in the front seat, my mom’s in the back. Fancy, huh? 

Mom: Can’t we just go?

Me: Go where?

Mom: Thru the red light

Me: Uh, NO. It’s RED.

Mom: I know but don’t you guys have right on red here?

Me: What are you talking about? There’s nowhere to turn right.

Mom: I know, but if we were in Korea people would just run this light.

Me: o_O

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What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas…

January 3, 2011 – 3:30 am

Unless you have a blog.

So apparently, in Las Vegas, I look like an underage prostitute. I’ve been carded several times while playing the slots and propositioned even more. One of the last nights I was there, I was sitting at the bar enjoying a beverage and of course someone comes and sits next to me despite the fact that the rest of the bar is 80% empty. I can’t tell you much about this guy, except he was foreign and reeked of alcohol and death.  He tried to make small talk with me, while I tried to to lean as far as I could in the opposite direction to escape the stench. Finally he decided it was time for him to retire to his room, but not before he asked me to come with him. That conversation went a little something  like this:

Foreign Guy: I’m about to go to my room, will you come with me?

Me: No.

Foreign Guy: Are you sure you don’t want to follow me?

Me: Yeah, I’m sure.

Foreign Guy: So… you’re not going to follow me to my room?

Me: No. No, I’m not.

Foreign Guy: You know I’m not going to give you any money.

At this point, all I could do was stare at him with a crazy look of sheer disgust. Finally he got up and walked away WITHOUT paying his bar tab. I guess he was serious when he said he wasn’t going to give me any money. Classy.

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Boys, boys, boys. We like boys in cars. Boys, boys, boys. Buy us drinks in bars.

December 12, 2010 – 1:54 am

Someone commented on one of my previous blogs and basically told me I must be young because all I do is write about boys when I really should be writing about more pressing issues. Now, I wasn’t offended by the comment, actually a little flattered, because in the same breath (or breath’s equal when it comes to typing… um… stroke?.. as in key) she also mentioned that my writing style was the BEST she’d ever read IN LIFE (or you know, something like that), but I was a little confused. I mean, what’s more pressing than boys?

I jest… of course. But in all seriousness, what would a typical reader of this blog consider a “pressing” topic for me to write about? I’m not the news. My name isn’t Anderson Cooper or Nancy Grace. Pretty much the only two names I know, that’s how much I am NOT the news. This is a personal blog, so I like to keep my entries related to my personal life. And seeing as I am a semi-young, single woman living in a decent size city, I tend to meet a lot of ehh, interesting men who just might happen to end up as a topic on my blog. Such is life.

This may all be moot anyways, nobody probably even reads this blog anymore anyways, or do they?

Beuller?

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The Most Annoying Tattoo Conversation Ever

March 3, 2010 – 5:28 pm

Let me preface this by saying that I am not opposed to explaining my ink to folks who show an interest in it. I’m a pretty approachable person despite the mean mug I carry sometimes. BUT if I’m already engaged in a conversation, than it’s not the best time to try and engage me in a whole nother conversation. Interject with one comment or question and then keep it moving OR wait until you see that I’m free to chat it up, then speak.  This one guy… he just didn’t quite get that he was being rude – and decided to come around tapping me on the shoulder while I’m already speaking to someone else…

him: *tap tap tap* I like your tattoos.
me: *turns around* Oh, thanks. *turns back around*
him: *tap tap tap* So… how many do you have?
me: *turns around* Um, a lot. *turns back around*
him: *tap tap tap* Oh, so what do they mean?

At this point I’m getting irritated. 

me: *turns around* They don’t mean anything. *turns back around*
him: *tap tap tap* Well… if they dont mean anything, why did you get them?
me: *turns around* Look, I don’t know. I just did. *turns back around*
him: *tap tap tap* Oh, well that’s not a very good reason.
me: *turns around* Yeah, I know. *turns back around*

Now, I was cool with the first two times he tapped me on the shoulder, after that my irritation level kept getting higher and higher. It took everything in me, not to be like “Guy, what is your problem?” And while I’m sure no one who reads my blog is rude enough to be that guy, please note when someone isn’t being responsive to your conversation and just walk away.

Sharing is caring. I got y’alls back.

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