I was dating a guy a couple years ago. He was pretty nice and I found him rather interesting. We were hanging out a lot. Meeting at our spot (the Derby - shout out) or at the restaurant my sister was working at. Going to concerts, watching movies at either of our cribs. We were dating. Something I hadn't done in quite a long time.
I started to notice that he wore this one shirt an awful lot. It was a 311 shirt. Like fine I get it you like 311 so do I but does that mean you have to wear them the fuck out? Literally. At first I was completely denying this. My bestie would say to me "Tara does he have any other shirts" and I'd be like "WTF bia he likes that shirt plus he doesn't wear it every time we hang out". I was kidding myself. Actually I was lying because it was kind of lame and I noticed it too. One night we even went out and I pointed out to my bestie that he was wearing a different shirt. YAY!
We hung out numerous times during the week. And I'm not saying you can't double up on your shirts, but it was really noticeable how much he actually wore the same shirts. Like if I saw him on Monday and Wednesday of the same week chances were he was wearing the same shirt both days. Do you have any other shirts? Do you have two of the same shirt? I mean I try not to wear the same thing every time I see the guy I'm dating. I dated this one guy for two months. He maybe saw the same shirt on me once. And that was only after I saw him wear the same shirt twice. After like a month of dating.
After we stopped seeing each other he deleted me from fb (as you do) DICK! No I mean I get it. Back then I didn't I was mad at him for deleting me, but now I get it. He's still friends with my sister though. So I'm bored, cruisin around on fb about a month ago. And he pops up on my sister's page. You know under "Friends". I decide to go check him out. First off he's got a girlfriend now, which I think is great. Seems he finally settled down after dating me and 4 other girls while he was still MARRIED! I really do know how to pick em. Anyways, I'm looking on his page and you can only see his profile pictures. He only has 5. 3 out of 5 pictures he's wearing that 311 shirt. His most current profile picture, with his new girlfriend, he's wearing it.
I IM my bestie and tell her what I'm up to. We're both cracking up. I go to his girlfriend's page. Her profile picture of them, he's wearing that shirt. And before you say "Tara it could of been the same day" no it wasn't. I freaking guarantee that shit. She's wearing different outfits. Plus the scenes are completely different. Then I go to his best friend's page and I can hardly believe it (let alone contain myself) I see that damn 311 shirt in like every picture of him. Just when you think that shirt can't get worn enough you are slapped in the face with a YOU WRONG GIRL! I go to another friend of his page. Same deal. I mean change your shirt dude!
It's awesome that you found a shirt you like. And again we all like 311. But do you have to wear it out? How are you not sick of that shirt by now? I got a Panda shirt (that I love) a couple weeks ago. I had packed weekend plans with different groups of people. So, yeah I'll admit I wore that shirt 4 days in a row! And I haven't worn it sense. And I won't until the time is right.
Tis the season to be graduating. Either you're graduating for high school, kind of a big deal. College, sort of a big deal. Or middle school, so not a big deal. All this graduating takes me back. For one it's been a decade since I graduated high school. A decade! So don't even ask me how long it's been since I graduated middle school or elementary school. It's been a long freakin time. You do the math.
High school graduation I can remember. There are just basic things I remember. I remember what I wore, who I sat next too, certain conversations, the fact that my shoe kept getting stuck in the mud, we weren't allowed to throw our caps (so we threw paper LAME), it almost rained, and my cousin decided to get married that same night so my family was few and far between. It's ok family, I don't hold it against you. I mean shit, you never came to my chorus recitals so why would you come to my graduation? It's just high school right? WRONG I didn't go to college. You guys missed out.
Elementary I can sorta remember. I remember my hair was short and super blonde. Oh how I miss that blonde hair. I remember that I got this fabulous outfit for the big day. In my mind I looked awesome. It was a black overall type dress. White shirt underneath. I was SUPER CUTE! Run and tell that. I remember being really sad. I grew up with these people and I knew I was leaving them the following year. It wasn't just my friends. It was the teachers, the librarian even the janitor. This big (so I thought) portion of my life was ending. And I had to start all over. I was so scared.
Middle...I don't remember graduation much at all. Alls I really do remember is that they told us that we could not wear anything dark or bright. My answer to this bullshit was to wear a bright orange dress. Yep! I did it. I thought I was so bad ass. Fighting the man. Making a statement. Really I just looked ridiculous. Everyone else did what they were told and wore pastels. Damn you everyone else.
In high school I actually listened. They told us to wear light colors and I wore white. Only difference is, in high school you wear a gown over your outfit In middle school you didn't so what's the the point really? I did get to wear that white dress to my cousin's wedding though. So take that cousin for taking my day. I'll show you by wearing white to your wedding! Bitch. I guess I still am a bad ass.
So, it just occurred to me. I did two elementary schools. When I was a kiddo we didn't have middle school. They just shipped me off to an elementary school that had one more year than my original elementary school. I guess this is why I'm having trouble remembering middle school graduation. Or I just hated my second elementary school. Yeah, I think it's the latter.
Why do you text me passed 11pm and then when I text you back you don't respond? The least you can do, since you basically just woke me up, is text me back when I text you BACK!
Thanks, just don't.
Am I wrong for staying in the second to last left lane on the highway? I mean is going 80+ miles per hour too slow for most people? I would think that going 80+ is pretty fast considering the speed limit is 55. Am I wrong?
Why are people on my ass behind me? Honking at me? Signalling for me to move over? Getting next to me and giving me bad looks? I mean am I really going too slow for you? I'm going 80+ in a 55! Is that too slow?
Are you in that much of a hurry? Obviously you're a dick or else you wouldn't get next to me to give me a look like I'm some kind of asshole for being in that lane. How bout this...I wish you would slow the fuck down! And you're lucky I didn't act like a total bitch and slam on my breaks while you were inspecting my bumper. I'm in this lane and I'm not moving. Get over it.
I like t-shirts and blue jeans. My favorite tee is an ex boyfriends shirt that is too big for me. One of the only things I took out of that relationship. I like over sized shirts and jackets because they make me feel protected and warm. Like someone is cuddling me. I don't spend too much time getting ready in the morning. 30 minutes max. I use to wear no make up at all, but I am getting older and do need to be some what presentable (because I'm single and you never know who you'll run into) so I put on a bit of shadow and mascara. I don't get my hair done. I don't get my nails done. And I don't wear lots of jewelry. Lately I haven't even been drying my hair in the morning which causes a bit of puff and fizz. I cut my finger nails way down and can barely open a coke can. This is because finger nails get dirty and that disgusts me. I am not an accessorizer. The jewelry I do wear means something to me and if I lost it I'd be in a panic.
I do like to dress up on occasion but it's got to be special. Dates are usually not a dress up affair. I want you to see the real me not some facade. I rarely wear shorts because my legs are thin and pale. More than likely the only time you're going to see some leg is when I'm at the beach. Except for that rare occasion I do wear a skirt to work (usually due to all my pants being dirty) or it's just too damn hot outside. Sometimes I wear hats and I've been told I look like a boy.
I like crappy music and I jam out to it in my car. I sometimes have to remember that I'm in a car and strangers can see me and I probably look ridiculous. Some songs I listen to bring me to tears and others give me a feeling of complete amazement. Like a high. I'm OCD and it's truly something I struggle with every day. It's ok at times but other times it's really heightened. I over analyze everything and I stick my foot in my mouth when I'm nervous. I like Miller Lite. If that means I like crappy beer, so what. I wear my watch on my right wrist. People say this is wrong. At times I anger easily and let my emotions take control. Though I've gotten better with age, still at times it gets the best of me and I feel embarrasses afterwards. I'm really good at giving advice, but sometimes I'm not good at taking it. At the end of the day I'm actually a really happy person and proud of myself and who I am. I'm funny and laid back. Really I crack myself up. I have my faults but they are my own and mine to deal with. Life is good...For the most part.
So this lovely picture is what graced me this morning when I went out to my car. A damn bird got like sick on my car. Not only was it all over my front windshield but also on my driver side window. It took about 10 splashes of washer fluid and 100 windshield wipes to get most of it off. Mostly it just stuck in the corner. Because it doesn't ever really all come off until you wash your car, which I just did a couple weeks ago. So, basically my car isn't due for a wash for another 6 months.
I know you can't tell what it looks like really, so I'll explain it to you. It was yellow and brown and black! Really it was rather disgusting. Driving into work this morning I had to literally make myself not look at it. It has the possibility of making me sick.
On my way to work sometimes I see School Bus's on the highway. I wonder what they are doing on the highway. I think maybe they're on a field trip and this excites me. 9 times out of 10 the school bus is right in front of me. This annoys me for two reasons, 1) They are slower than a turtle and 2) The kids on the bus look at me funny. I feel like they are judging me. Or like they are mad at me. Maybe they're just jelly because I'm a grown up in my own car doing adult things. Trust me chillens this is not as awesome as it seems. Being an adult comes with so much shit. Responsibilities aren't all they're cracked up to be and if gas keeps going up I'm going to be taking the bus. Trust in that.
This morning the School Bus ahead of me was empty. So I'm thinking it was a bus driver on her way home from dropping off the little rascals. I wonder what it's like to be a bus driver? I imagine it wouldn't be all that delightful. For me at least. I'm not much of a kids person. Kids screaming and being bad (because they're always being bad) doesn't sound like a fun job to me. I know how I was when I was taking the bus. It was like who can piss off the bus driver the most today. We were all little smart asses. And I think kids are only getting worse.
I was dating a guy a couple years ago. He was pretty nice and I found him rather interesting. We were hanging out a lot. Meeting at our spot (the Derby - shout out) or at the restaurant my sister was working at. Going to concerts, watching movies at either of our cribs. We were dating. Something I hadn't done in quite a long time. 
