Showing posts with label Rainy day Rants. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rainy day Rants. Show all posts

Monday, April 28, 2014

I guess you could say I'm a "Lifer"


So tell me about you?


In every application/ Interview/ Website sign up/whatever or what have you, they always ask an "About you" type question
 Well I don't really know about me. And in 144 characters or less I really couldn't tell you. If I took a gander, I would say I am a musician, a "student" if that counts, a daughter....but really I'm a "lifer."Somebody who lets life take them where its meant to go.
My dad use to say if he could define his life in one phrase it would be "Pura Vida." A Costa Rican phrase that means Pure Life. For the past ten years my dad has said a big F*** you to the corporate world and has done well,what ever the hell he has wants to do. In the past ten years, my dad has ran the Boston marathon and the dominated in the Marine Corps Marathon, built hundreds of houses for Habitat for Humanity, Went back to college, Learned a whole new trade, Explored and surfed Costa Rica and Renovated two "green" houses. 

My dad has friends all over the world. Every city we go to all around the world my dad has had a story of your mothers cousins aunts friends new business idea  or mets an incredibly hipster chick on the sidewalk who is really into poetry … Even though my dad and I have chosen to go our separate ways. My dad is an extraordinary human being.  Fifty percent of the time my dad is the cool dad. He is the smartest man I have ever met in my entire life which also makes him the most annoying man because hes always right and you cant argue cause he just knows everything.Like any little girl, growing up, my dad was "God".I had the "cool dad." He wasn't around, so I could make him out to be any way I wanted.  Because no little girl wants to hate their daddy.

 In a lot of ways my dad has gifted me with a very special childhood.From his backyard tie dye parties to his unnecessarily big blue pick up truck, my dad did a pretty good job when he could. Like come on I had hippy parents. I still do. Look at my mom she a freaking fruit loop. (JK mom, you're super cute <3)

He taught me a very good life lesson in my unconventional childhood. 
He showed me that no matter what life threw at you; no matter how bad it got; it would be okay. He taught me to trust my decisions. He taught me to take the unconventional route. Though our relationship isn't what it used to be or even how I wished it would be. In a way I admire his choice; even though in a thousand words or less I could tell you otherwise, He showed me the right way of life.




 I love that part of my dad, just by being him he could change someone's outlook on life; The special part of him whose pure motto in life is to solely live it happily. 
So I guess in 144 characters or less I couldn't really define myself as well as my dad could.But I'm working on it. I'm getting there, it took me a while to start to listen but now I am.I guess you could say, I'm on my way to becoming a "Lifer"







Friday, March 28, 2014

Well here we go....Lets talk about High School

3/28/2014

Rainy Day Rant

Rumors

On this rainy day i had been thinking and think it is time to address something i have to deal with on a daily basis.... Rumors, and a hell of a lot of them.Being a 17 year old girl in a small town pretty much guarantees you're the queen of gossip.Nobody loves high school, the only people who love high school are the two or three super popular kid who everybody secretly hates but is totally 100% obsessed with .In every high school theres cliches;the band kids, the popular kids, the emos and the mean girls. Or in my high school, the round table and long table kids.The long table kids are the "popular kids" the kids who think they drink  a lot and throw parties in the garages and basements of their parents houses. The round table kids are the performing arts kids, the emos, the asians, the rejects and pretty much any body who is different and creative in any way. Because of some cool "New Kid' stamp i received when i moved to this god forsaken town a few years ago, i have made it to the accepting arms of the long table kids...kind of.Popularity is literally based on how hard you party and how pretty you are. If you look the part you get the part. It like the first day of middle school life hands us our social labels and were stuck with whatever fate was forsaken upon us.I got tagged with the music kid, i'm "artsy" cause i have a cool voice and wear a lot of flannels. oh well better than being a slut.oh! wait... i forgot thats the new "thing" apparently,the more guys you sleep with helps you get invited to all the parties, and we all know parties means popularity sooo... Everyone wants what they can't have, in a small town, word tend to travel a little fast.Its all about the gossip.  The thing i love about rumors is that they always tend to have a little truth to them; someone doesn't just think of an elaborate lie and then purposely tell everyone they know....well unless you're a complete wacko with some serious attention problems (you'll know who you are).So at the end of every rumor is a story.  My favorite kinds of people are people who think its okay to do sneaky things and expect to get away with it. Theres no such things as secrets anymore. People love to talk. Its ridiculous the things you'll hear or more like what people will tell you. The other day a girl i barely knew told me she had a pregnancy scare! Its like theres no boundaries anymore to what someone will say. But what do i know... Guess i just like talking about high school.