Take Time To Realize. . .

This post is going to be short and simple. It's going to be an inside look at the town I live in. I think most of us would be amazed if we took the time to look around, we would discover that our home town, isn't all that bad.
My best friend Amanda and I decided to go for a walk along Presque Isle. For those of you who don't know, I live in Marquette, Mi. Right on Lake Superior. And I have to say, it's pretty freakin' sweet. The picture to the right is a photo of Amanda and I at sunset.

This is us down by Black Rocks. During the summer, tons of local kids come and jump off these rocks into the water.  And yes, it's ALWAYS FREEZING. It's lake Superior what can you expect.

I know life is crazy, and sometime there isn't enough to time to even think. But if we all slowed down a bit and took the time to realize what's around us, it might help us appreciate life more. I don't know about the rest of you but I find that so often I find myself trying to survive life, that I forget to live it.

Gratitude:
* A cute boy in class :)
* The smell of fall
* A mom that never stops loving me 

My Fairytale

They say what makes a fairytale is the bumpy plot followed by the happy ending.
Well I think I've mastered the bumpy plot. Now, I'm waiting patiently for the light at the end of the tunnel. Lately it seems that all I do is worry-- worry about school, work, money, relationships --- the list goes on and on. And just when I seem to get my feet on the ground, the rug is pulled right from under me. I know SUPER DEPRESSING!!
But unlike most Damsels in Distress, I'm not going to sit around and wait for my white horse to save me. After twenty years of learning lessons, I've finally come to the realization that a MAN doesn't define me. Seems like an easy enough concept-- but I'm starting to believe that alot of women go through it, even if they won't admit. I know ladies, I was one of them. I thought I was one of those Ms. Independent type. But now that I'm doing little bit of self reflecting, I'm realizing somewhere in the dating scene, I lost who I was.
TIP: The best way to find out who you really are, is to be alone with yourself.
Even though my happy ending has yet to come, I've decided that I'm not going to be like Cinderella and Snow White. I'm going to enjoy my bumpy plot and learn a lesson or two along the way. And sooner or later, I too will find my white horse.--- but I'm going to take the reins.

 

Gratitudes:
* Grey's Anatomy ( Love it!) 
* Friends who have been where I am
*8 a.m. classes-- I'm not sleeping my day away

A weight on weighing. . .

So, from the outside it looks like my boyfriend and I are living the dream. You know, those kind of love sick relationships you see in movies that you find yourself envying. Yeah, that was us. I saw WAS because it has all come unraveled. I am no longer his leading lady in his so called "blockbuster movie."
I know a blog isn't exactly the safest place to be placing my emotions on the situation, but I'm a writer and I've got to get this out somehow. And honestly, I'm too embarrassed to tell any of my friends.
Last night, I found out that our whole relationship has been a lie. SHOCKER! A guy lying... mmmmm... like that's a new concept.
He lies about EVERYTHING. And yes I do mean everything. Even things that don't really matter like, what time he is going to the gym.

Now I find myself looking back at all the pictures and thinking of all the memories and think--- why?
He says he will change-- doubtful. But I love him--- I think?
I'm left weighing the pros and cons of letting him back into my life. So far, I've got nothing.
Suggestions?

Answers?

Girl Power

I don't care what anyways say-- but Guys will come and go, but your girlfriends will be there with you until the end. Sure we all go through our little cat fights every now and then, but when it gets down to the tough stuff, girlfriends always step up to the plate.
They are the ones we call when we find out our so-called prince charming had more than one princess. They are the shoulders we lean on when life gets too hard to handle on our own. And they are the ones we ask if our butts look too big or if our heels match our top.
The Summers after graduation are ones to be treasured. We have all started living our separate lives outside the walls off Kingsford High School. Between school and work, it's hard to find time to come visit each other. Not to mention Gas isn't cheap.
But when summer rolls around we somehow always find ourselves right back where we started, in our home town.
And no matter how much time has passed, we still feel like we are 16 again. Cheerleading on our football team at home turf and staying out late chasing boys.
Love and Lettering,

Gratitudes:

*Freshly Sharpened Pencils
* A Job that pays the bills
* Grape Crush

Confession

Confession: this is one of two blogs I have. One blog, www.northernstateofmind.blogspot.com is about my "life" as a college student. My mom convinced me to start it up, so I did. She checks it frequently and critiques my entries. I know she means well, but it makes me feel like I can't write about what I want to write about. I feel like a blog should be a place where I can spill my guts out and tell you all the nitty gritty details about my life, even if they aren't always sunshine and rainbows.
So here it is, the true confessions of Ms. Pink Martini.
I'm a struggling college student working 4 jobs. I'm going to school for Management and Minoring in Journalism.
I don't know what I want to do with my life--- career wise. And that scares the shit out of me.
I live in a tiny apartment that looks like a bottle of Pepto Bismol spilled all over it. What can I say, I love the color pink!
I'm happy 90% of the time... but I cry everyday. (Some people say its healthy to let it all out... I just find it annoying)
And for now, I have no future plans besides to live day by day. After all plans changes and I'm making my own path to follow... I just don't know where it leads to.
Oh, and one last thing, I'm a writer. I don't know how go I am or if I will ever live up to any one's expectations. But I am in fact a writer.
Love and Lettering,

Ms. Pink Martini.

Gratitudes:
* Zebra Print High Heels
* Chinese Take-Out
* The Sweetest Thing