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On your left you will see a shoe.

Yesterday I had to drive my mother an hour away from our house to pick up her car.
It was kind of nice to drive that far with someone, because I feel you get to really chat with them. I can cover multiple diverse topics in one hour.
I listen too, which often limits the amount of topics I can cover.
But we could still cover a lot.
I go on tangents.

Anyways, when we got to our destination an hour away from our house and we picked up her car and I was about to leave her when she said:

Wait! Don’t you want to caravan?

Okay, you know how sometimes certain people saying things in a certain way that makes them sound like they are going to be the most exciting thing in the entire world?
My mother is excellent at that.
Plus, I had already heard of “caravaning” and it sounded like the title for something really exciting. No one ever explained what it was to me.
So, we decided that we were going to caravan our way home.

Let me explain what caravaning is exactly so no one else mistakes it like I did. It is following someone a long distance to a place that you already know where it is.
Following is so fun in short distances to places you don’t know, we should extend that and do it for an hour and we can’t even talk to each other, just look at the back of each others cars.

…I don’t know who came up with that.
Also, my mother’s gas cap was open the entire time. I tried to call her about it, but she wouldn’t answer.
Probably cause that’s illegal.
I live life on the edge though.

Okay, something that I see all the freaking time on the freeway (and I saw two pairs of them on the freeway yesterday) is people’s shoes.
ALL the time. I think I have seen like 6 pairs of shoes just laying in the middle of the freeway this week.
But it’s not just this week and it’s not just in California. I remember when I was in Las Vegas and you would be driving along then suddenly you are running over people’s shoes….

Why are people throwing their shoes out the window?
Serious question. Not rhetorical.
What the hell everybody?
I don’t even think about my shoes when I am driving on the freeway. Even weirder, I don’t think about my shoes when I am on service roads.
My shoes don’t normally cross my mind whilst I am  driving. Let alone the idea of throwing them out the window. I have thought about throwing my phone out the window, but never my shoes.

Are people sticking they feet out the window and then their shoes fly off?
Did they just not feel like donating their old stuff so they throw it out the window?
Are a lot of people caravaning and the person they were caravaning with made them angry so they tried to throw their shoes at their cars?
Is it like some joke that they made and I never heard it?
Do shoes count under the “no littering” laws?
I am truly confused about this.

Just keep your shoes on people. And your pants.
There are other times to get naked besides on the freeway.

Come on now.

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Ugly People are in Relationships, What’s wrong with you?

Alright, one of the most awkward, yet innocent questions would be as follows:

Why don’t you have a boyfriend?

Usually when someone asks this question, they are being sincere. They are not trying to bring up the fact that you are single or trying to be blunt/rude.
Even though their intentions are not to be mean, it always ends up being one of those questions where you are just like “Oh…
If you really think about it, there is no real nice way to answer that question. And it seems like an almost indirect way of saying “What’s wrong with you?”.
That could sound a little pessimistic, but

Now, I know you are probably wondering “Yeah, but how many times is someone really asked that?”
Well, I personally get asked that on average around once every two weeks.
It is a recurring question in my life that I deal with on a regular basis.
For example, there is this coworker I have who is one of the sweetest guys you will ever meet. He works in the cubicle behind me, but also in the warehouse.
We had this conversation (which was all in Spanish):

Him: Corrie, where is your boyfriend?
Me: I don’t have one.
Him: Why don’t you have a boyfriend?
Corrie: Well, I have a bad personality.
Him: Yes, but you have beautiful eyes.

Okay, side note, I feel really bad when I say something bratty and someone answers seriously. Especially him, since he is such a sweet person.
But at the same time, it was kinda funny that he replied with I have pretty eyes. Like it makes up for having a bad personality.

Maybe I just look at it pessimistically when I say that it is a depressing question. I suppose I could look at from the stand point that they think I am so great that it’s shocking I am not in a relationship?
I suppose that makes sense?
Except that seems kinda conceited, but still better than being pessimistic.

And, in case anyone was wondering, I think the reason I don’t have a boyfriend would probably be that I don’t know that many people. I have only been living here for about 5 months and most of the people I know are not people who are that compatible with me in a relationship type way.

But then there are times like today where I went to the beach so I was sunburned and feeling a little of that sunburn sickness. So I decide that for once since I moved here I am going to go out without make up.
And I come home to two men randomly standing in my drive way. I look like a hot mess and out of no where there are men in the most random place for no reason to see me at my worst.

This is when I realize that it is possible that the universe doesn’t want me to have a boyfriend? I know that probably seems silly, but I feel if I was supposed to have met the man of my dreams, it would have happened.
So, sort of just let things happen when they happen.

But until then, I really need to find out a way to answer that question without sounding depressed, pathetic or sassy.
Which leads to the response of “I don’t know”.

You can’t see me shrug.

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I live in California. What does that mean?

Okay, I have only been living in California since December. 5ish months. It is super crazy that it is almost a half a year of me living here, but that is not the point.
The point is that I have only been living here for a small frame of my life. 2.3% of my life. (Totally did the Math on that one)
This is of course not counting the year I lived here as a child.
Why does that not count? I don’t remember that.
OKAY?!

Anyways, the point is, I haven’t been living here that long. 5 months.
Whereas I lived in Las Vegas for 17 years. I grew up there. Everything always seemed to be the same since I always had seen it that way.
I remember when I came back to Vegas after living in Mexico for two years, everything still looked exactly the same. Nothing had changed.
Naturally my parents are from California and they consider here to be home. Growing up the major destination for all of our vacations was California.
Why? Well this was home to them.
But I had only lived there as a baby and so it was hard for it to seem like home to me.

As of right now, I don’t really know where home is. I mean, I did grow up in Vegas. But that place is definitely not home to me.
I did live in Mexico, but that part of my life seems more like a dream most days than an actual event.

So, here I am in California. Living in someplace new.
But I feel that I have been very distracted since I moved here. Trying to settle in. Meet people. Get used to a job.
There were moments when I stopped a little bit and thought ‘Wow, it is beautiful here’.
But those moments were fleeting.

This morning I woke and I got dressed. That’s how mornings work, children.
And I was driving to a location that only GPS knew where it was. And as I looked around at the California, with the sun and the plants and the temperature, it was so reminiscent of those vacations when I was younger.
I felt like I was on a vacation for a minute.
Or at least I was mystified at how beautiful and pleasant California is like I used to be when I was younger.

I’m not exactly sure what this means. Does this mean that I am going to want to stay here after I get my degree, contrary to what I have been planning?
Maybe. Mostly likely not, but maybe.

Either way, this is appropriate.

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I like to listen to that song anytime I am just a little bit cold.
Except now that I am living in California, listening to this song when I am chilly doesn’t really make sense.

But why stop doing things that don’t make sense?
That’s silly.

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I want to talk about my hair for a minute. It’s weird.

So, there were a couple of extra things that I received when I went through puberty when I was 12. Sure, I got the regular bells and whistles. A couple of breasts, a few more inches in height and that monthly thing.
But the universe decided to throw in a few extras with puberty. Stuff that no one else got. Should I be grateful for this? Possibly. But it doesn’t matter either way, since I can’t get rid of them.
Here’s what I got:

  1. An allergy to chocolate. (Don’t dwell on this. We will talk about it later.)
  2. Curly hair.

Before puberty I had the flattest hair as could be. It was bone straight. (I don’t understand that expression, but I’ve heard it used before. We will all have to deal with it.)
But then after puberty I was left with this:

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That is actually a picture of me when I was 19, but it is still the best picture for showing off my curly hair. And since it is naturally like that, it still looks the same today except shorter.

Now, a lot of people really like my hair and they always ask me what I do to get it to look like that.
I will share my secret with you.

  1. Take a shower
  2. Go to bed with wet hair.
  3. Wake up.

There it is.
Although there is one catch.
Curly hair = Horrible Bed head.
I get really bad bed head. I took a picture this morning just for your benefit.

Today

But here is another, better picture from three weeks, because I come prepared. And because that picture of me is bad. Look at the bags under my everyone. Clearly I sleep on the couch.
Anyways:

3 weeks ago

My mother has this joke that she says to me every morning, cause jokes never get old.
She likes to say:

Oh Corrie, I like you hair. Did you work on that all night?

And then she likes to giggle like she is the funniest person alive. I am glad that I can make her feel so funny every single morning.

So, how do I get my hair to behave?
Well, you can’t really comb curly hair. It either gets frizzy or really weird shaped, because it’s been flattened but not straightened.

Basically I run my fingers through it. That’s the trick to my hair. I run my fingers through it. Super crazy.
But everyone stills asks how it’s done.

I’m not sure if this is a super interesting post or not. But I felt like writing it out and it’s already done.
So….Yeah.

You’re welcome.

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Buying Paint and Condemning Myself.

So, I got paid today.
Translation: I bought paint today.
Okay, I like to buy paint on my lunch break, because the store where I buy it is only about a 5 minute drive from my work and I know exactly where the paint is. So I can do it in about 15 – 20 minutes, which is well within my 30 minute lunch break. And doing this within my work day makes it feel like it’s not taking away from my time.
The only problem with this is that I can’t leave the paint in my car all afternoon. So I have to bring all of my supplies into work with me.

Well I got back to work and the Receptionist asked:

Oh My Gosh! Are you going to paint?

No. I can see why you would think that and I get that a lot, but no.
You see, I just like to collect paint, paint brushes, brush cleaner and canvases. All the good hobbies were taken.

…I’m planning on painting later this week.

Anyways, when I go to this store to buy my paints, the paint aisle is divided into sections: Oil, Acrylic and Water Colors.
But then there are subsections for these sections: Level 1 Artist, Level 2 Artist and Level 3 Artist.
That is where my dilemma comes in.

Uhhhh, how good of a painter am I? When did they pass out levels? I feel like that means painting should have belts just like Karate so when I go to the store I can look down at my pants and know what product I should buy.
But they don’t. My pants tell me nothing.

So I am left to decide what “level” I am all on my own. I’m supposed to judge my overall talent at painting so I can just get some blue paint happening in my life.
Uhhhh…
And then what if I mess up? What if I decided I wanted to get the Level 1 Artist paint and then you go to the cashier and they look down at your Level 1 materials.
Embarrassing.

Anyways, I usually just get the Level 2 Artist paint. Probably because I am mediocre, but mostly for 2 other reasons:

  1. The Level 1 Artist’s paint looks like it’s really pasty and cheap. It looks like it would clump a lot and I wouldn’t get a good color out of it. (This is all assumptions based on the packaging and the small bits of paint you can see.)
  2. The Level 3 Artist’s paint looks like it is $85.00 for a package of multi-colors and for one colored tube it’s $12.00. Which I would love to get high quality paint like that, but at the end of the day I am not getting paid to paint. I am getting paid to do Accounts Receivable for an Awning Company and it does not pay well

I just don’t understand why they can’t just lay it out like a regular store where there’s the cheap paint, the nicer paint and the high-end paint.
Plus, I feel like it’s kinda the store saying to it’s customers:

Look, if you are just starting out as an artist, your stuff is going to be really crappy. So buy crappy paint.

How rude of them to say that in my head. What the hell?

Anyways, I got the paint. It’s Level 2.
And if that implies where my skills are at instead of just my wallet…Okay.

BUT! I am pretty sure that I am like a Level 8 human being. At least.

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Naming Names.

YesterdayI was sitting in my cubicle, minding my own business, when one of my co-workers who does not like me for no reason and likes to be very obvious about it, walked into my cubicle and said “Are you the one who has been blogging lies about our company?”

Now this particular co-worker of mine has been courteous enough to try 3 times to get me fired in the last 7 weeks that I have worked at this company.
Why?
Well, being a newcomer in the company I didn’t understand the status quo. So I stupidly pointed out that he was giving grossly high discounts and the company was not only not making money on his sales, but losing money.
I was shut down immediately, but he still holds a grudge.
You can’t see me shrug right now.

Anyways, recognizing that this was another one of his attempts to get me fired, I quickly just told him that I had better things to blog about than companies I don’t like.

What I really wanted to say to him was:

I’m not stupid enough or malicious enough to post online the name of a company and just bash it. Especially a company that I am currently working for.

But the more I thought about this instance, the more I realized that I don’t really name any names on my blog. Not even personal names of people I know. I always refer to them indirectly.
Like when I talk about my family members, I just say “my sister” or “my brother” instead of listing their name.

There are a couple of reasons why I do this, first of all being that I just don’t assume you guys would remember a name even if I listed one.
Just like how I rehash things that I have already posted. Because I know when I read other people’s blogs, I may remember the general idea of a post, but once I am done reading it the specifics are gone. It just doesn’t seem necessary to store that in my long-term memory.
The same goes with my blog. I know that what I am blogging about has no place in your long-term memory.

My blog is all about instant gratification.

But the second reason that I don’t like to name names on my blog is that I have noticed that I don’t like when other people name names. Even in text messages.
This could just be my own personal insecurities, but I somehow feel alienated when people starting talking directly about people who I do not know and never will know. It makes me feel like I am missing out on something.

Let’s use a metaphor to describe my alienation feelings:
Remember in high school (Tangent: There is no better place to link alienation to than high school.) when you would look at the popular kids and they looked like they were having so much fun and doing all the cool things in the world. And you want to do those things too, but you’re just spectating from afar.

That’s what naming names in blogs is like for me. Especially if I was going to do it with the intent of hurting the reputation of a company or a person.
Which is just mean and a waste of my time.

Good.

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Confessions of a Horrible Driver.

Okay, most people will sit and tell you that they are the best driver in the world. Particularly men. But a lot of women will tell you the same thing.
I would prefer to be honest, especially when within the safe confines of the internet.
What that means is that I am going to be honest in this blog post, but if a member of my family or someone I know ever  came up to me and accused me of being a horrible drive (which they have multiple times) I would be offended and defensive. Rightly so.

I am not the best driver. We could even go as far as saying bad, but I don’t know if I am THAT bad.
It’s not like I get in the driver’s seat and suddenly we are playing bumper cars. Only sometimes.

Now I know what you are probably thinking:

If you know you are a bad driver, then why don’t you change? Go take classes or something.

It doesn’t exactly work that way. I have taken classes.  I have taken the test.
In fact, recently I took the written driver’s test again and only got one answer wrong on a 60 question test.
I know the laws. I know how to drive. I guess the problem just boils down to the fact that I am a little…ditzy.

For example, in the last three months I have been pulled over twice for not having my lights on. I don’t know if that is what qualifies me as a bad driver or just someone who is a little forgetful.
Which there are other reasons that I am a bad driver. Like last month I backed up into a person’s mailbox. The mailbox wasn’t harmed in any way, so I didn’t think anything of it.
But then a couple of weeks ago I parked slightly in a bush…I got the car out with no scratches on it, so again no harm no foul.
There is a pattern though that makes me a little nervous.

Which brings me back to what I was saying about being ditzy. When I think about myself and my personality objectively, it kinda makes sense that I would be a bad a driver.
I am not exactly sure why, but it just makes total sense that someone like me wouldn’t be the best driver in the world.

This doesn’t mean that I am justifying myself, because every single time I have a problem in a car (even if it’s accidentally cutting someone off) it just reminds me to be more alert.
And to be honest, driving has become a little bit stressful for me. There is not a time that I am driving where I don’t think that I might get in an accident.
In fact, almost every time I go to stop I can just picture myself hitting the person in front of me. It’s not pleasant, but it does keep me more aware of my surroundings. And every month that I don’t get in another accident is a personal success to me.

I am afraid that being on high alert while in a car will just be my life and driving. But maybe one day it will just be natural to me to take those precautions and I won’t feel the stress.
Or maybe I will have the money to buy one of those fancy new cars with the videos and the sensors that tell you when something that you could hit is somewhere near the car.
I can only hope.

Anyways, my next car I buy will just be a bumper car. That way we have no problem. Also, if you ever get near my car with me, don’t be surprised if I ask you to drive.

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Facebook Recovery Program

Every once in a while I will hear someone talk about another person “disabling” their Facebook as a ply for attention. There is always a little bit of a scoff and then someone will mention how quickly the person will come back.
This always gives me a secret little thrill. Why?
Because I disabled/deleted my Facebook account a year and a half ago. Not as some ply for attention. But I just genuinely did not want it anymore.
The most association I have with Facebook now is I have a fan page for my blog that I have signed onto once in the last 9 months. Even then I sometimes think that maybe I should just delete that too, it’s not like there are a ton of people following my blog on Facebook or even clicking on my blog from my Facebook Fan Page.
That only happen once in a blue moon.

I guess the reason that it secretly makes me happy when I hear that other people can’t “quit” Facebook is because it makes me feel like I did something truly hard like beating an addiction, when actually it was very simple. I deleted it and never looked back.

Why did I suddenly decide that I dislike Facebook?

Well first off, I had people who no longer wanted to be associated with me in real life because I “unfriended” them on Facebook.
That’s a little sick, guys.
I am sorry that I don’t want to see you post pictures of yourself in huge glasses with duck lips. Or see that you liked “Puppies”. The fact that your status updates have no interest to me doesn’t mean that I don’t like you are a person.
It’s especially awkward when they post something REALLY weird. Like that they have diarrhea and that’s someone who you actually saw that day? That is way to much information for me.
But apparently those are not valid grounds to “un-friend” someone except to me. In fact, that is a pretty big insult to un-friend someone in our culture no matter how weird they are on Facebook, which I don’t understand.
So what did I do? I would just “hide” their status updates. But then it came to the point where I had 100 friends on Facebook and the only status updates I would see were mine and my sisters.
Uhhh….

Second reason, the whole idea of a status update.
If I want to post an update about my life that no one will care about or even look at, I am going to do it on Twitter. That is what my Twitter account is for.
And I take full advantage of that. My tweet count is at about 6,400. I like to post tweets and guess what?
None of my family is looking at them. Neither is anyone else, but I am pretty stoked about the fact that my family is not looking at my “status updates”.
Plus, there is no pressure on Twitter that you have to follow people who you know.

Which brings me to my third problem. The whole family situation.
You have a friend request from your second cousin who happens to have the same last name as you?
What the hell?
I do not feel it necessary to “connect” or be “friends” with all of my extended family. Or even the people I knew in high school. High school was horrible.
The fact of the matter is, my extended family doesn’t know me. They know of me, but they don’t know me. Maybe I am just weird, but I find it a little insulting that they want to “connect” through Facebook as if they have some interest in me.
I mean, if we were really interested in each other, we would be trying to get each other’s phone numbers and really trying to connect.
But then again I am just weird.

On the flips side though, there are a lot of things I know I miss out on because I do not have a Facebook and that is where a lot of information is passed around.
Like invitations to parties and what not.
It is almost used instead of texting in a lot of ways.
None of those reasons seem good enough to make me want to re-join. Even though my sister begs me to.

In the end, Facebook is kinda depressing to me and I don’t like depressing things.
You can’t see me shrug right now.

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I’m just an accountant dreaming of accountant things.

Okay, in my experience, the person that everyone I think most can’t stand in an office beside the IT person would be the accountant.
The accountant is the one who tells the sales team that they can’t give customers thousands of discounts just so they can make a commission.
The accountant is the one that can tell the General Manager that we can’t do certain things because they are financially responsible for the company.
Basically the accountant is someone who is absolutely necessary to the business, but is a little bit the rain on everyone’s parade.

My new job, they actually contacted me about hiring me. I had my resume posted on a  Job site and they sent me an email asking me for an interview.
Which is really nice, except it doesn’t really give you an idea on how much they are willing to pay (which I think I didn’t ask for enough money) and also what exactly your job is going to be.
Yeah, they tell you what you are going to be doing. The tasks of your job, but they never really nail down exactly what your  job title is.

I found out two weeks ago that I am actually a part of the accounting team. I am not a full on accountant, because you need a license for that, but I am a part of a 3 person team that makes up accounting.
This was news to me.

Side note, they say that you shouldn’t get caught up in job titles when you are working, but finding out that I am actually in accounting and not “Customer Service” like they told me I was in is making my job a lot easier.
In fact, everything is starting to make sense now. Like the fact that I have only spoken to two customers since I started.

I don’t mind being a part of accounting at all. Even though I prefer customer service over accounting, I am very good at Math and I have always liked Math.
(Yeah, I was THAT kid in school.)
Despite the fact that I actually do like high school, I had a dream about my job the other day and it was really freaking boring.
Not my most productive dream.
You don’t really have to notice that your job is super boring when you are actually doing it, cause there is a lot of tasks and you are busy doing them. But when you watch yourself doing your job from the outside in a dream-like form, super boring.

That’s all I really wanted to share. You’re welcome.

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Marriage Season

So, I raised in a culture that revolves around family, which means that there is a lot of emphasis on getting married. Which is very common in many cultures, but not necessarily a huge part of common Western culture.
Seriously, no one really emphasizes getting married really young anymore outside of religions. And even though I am not religious anymore it still affects me.

Anyways, the whole getting married thing seems to come in waves, not gradually.
Obviously a lot of people who I grew up with are on the “hunt” for their soul mates, so it’s only natural that a lot of them would get married. But again it seems to always happen at once, not over time.

Like in 2011, about 6 people who I grew up with got married.
Which I was only 19 then, so it’s not like that is a common age where everyone is getting married.
But in 2012, no one I know got married. Everyone just kept their hands and rings to themselves, which is exactly what they taught us in elementary school. It makes me feel very secure with my ongoing singleness when we obey Kindergarten rules.

But anyways, the start of 2013 and 3 people I know are already getting married. 3 people I have known since I was at least 9 years old.
One of them is a girl who I went to high school with who is a year younger than me. So she is about 19, barely 20 and she is engaged?
What the hell everyone?

Anyways, I guess people getting married is a part of being in your 20s. I just don’t know if it’s as much a part of your early, early 20s.
And I find it slightly annoying that so many people are finding happiness with other people and I am still working on trying to get friends.
SO! People I grew up with are doing things that should be done in their late 20s and I am doing things that I should have done in 1st grade.
I don’t know if that makes me immature or stuck in arrested development, but I guess that I have to work with what I got.

No, in the end I don’t think I am ready to get married even if I were in a relationship with someone who asked me. I have a lot of stuff I need to do before I can do that.
Objectively I realize it could just seem that way, because I don’t have someone I could imagine marrying in my life right now.
But either way, it doesn’t seem to be in the cards and I have  a lot of things I need to do before tying myself forever to a guy. (I am talking about school things. Get your mind out of the gutter.)

ANYWAYS!
When thinking about writing this post, this was the song that came to mind:

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I like this song because who doesn’t like the Zombies?
But I also like the conceit going on in this song.

What’s your name? Who’s your daddy? Is he rich? Is he rich like me?

So freaking subtle right there. I wish men would try to pick up on me like that. Especially since my dad isn’t rich, so it would make this very conceited young male feel even more condescending.

Anyways, people are getting married and I am not.
I am just screwing around doing things like getting a degree and working full-time.
What the hell am I doing with my life?

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