In lew of other much more important and interesting things I will address, my adorable flaming fishsticks died :( Of absolutely no surprise to me because he had a neglectful father, who just couldnt handle the fact that his fishy was gay! HATE CRIME!
In much more rational life, today is my beloved mother's birthday, and as I write this at this very moment, my best friend in the whole wide world is having her beautiful baby 6,000 miles away. I was just in San Diego (hometown) for A MONTH and some much needed action, until my return 4 days ago, she could have had the baby while I was there...im just saying.
While in my sunny homeland which seems like a whole different planet than I am on now, quite a few things happened. One of which NOT being my best friend having a baby :) However I did manage to see my first miracle of life...my brother's marriage to the "girl next door". (literally, I know so cute)
In addition organized and cooked exactly 1/2 of my very first Thanksgiving, and after I had prevailed that mountain, I will gladly pass the torch to my brother and his beautiful new bride, and thank the Lord that there is no Thanksgiving in Europe.
Upon arrival back in Belgium, I was decending through a blanket of white clouds, only to gaze upon a new feshly fallen blanket awaiting to delay my arrival. After another night and day of fallen snow, I have come to love this cold and the way the snow makes me see beauty here that I didnt think I could anymore. Especially because I dont have to drive in it.
Until next time, for now its my snowy tranny life :)
CIAO CIAO
Tuesday 7 December 2010
Monday 26 July 2010
OH (tranny)Fish Sticks!!
I have been in an out of contact with an old flame(we'll call him D) who has custody of our beta fish named Jaws. Not only does D not care for the fish, there have been numerous attempted murders in the past few months. D doesnt quite understand that the water in the bowl must be changed, not evaporated until Jaws has to stay completely still to be fully submerged, and then just ADDING water. The closet phone calls in the middle of the night, and pleding for me to save him have got to STOP!
So I confronted D and began with the casualties, "hey", "how are you?", "has our fish attempted suicide lately to be rid of your idiocy?" (that was harsh)
After inquiring how his swimming lessons are coming along, we get to the problem at hand and D assures me he is on schedual to clean the bowl every 2-3 weeks. (for the record, I highly doubt)
Before I knew it the subject had changed drastically and we were discussing and confirming our suspisions that our precious Jaws was in fact gay!
I had always wondered why he enjoyed being put in front of the mirror, which he demanded for at least 15minutes per day, and while in his favorite spot where the sunlight from the window hits the water so perfectly, his colors of blur are brilliant and he begins to fan out like a damn cher concert in Vegas...HELLO PEOPLE!
All in all, I love him all the same, my little tranny fish stick :)
BLAH
So I confronted D and began with the casualties, "hey", "how are you?", "has our fish attempted suicide lately to be rid of your idiocy?" (that was harsh)
After inquiring how his swimming lessons are coming along, we get to the problem at hand and D assures me he is on schedual to clean the bowl every 2-3 weeks. (for the record, I highly doubt)
Before I knew it the subject had changed drastically and we were discussing and confirming our suspisions that our precious Jaws was in fact gay!
I had always wondered why he enjoyed being put in front of the mirror, which he demanded for at least 15minutes per day, and while in his favorite spot where the sunlight from the window hits the water so perfectly, his colors of blur are brilliant and he begins to fan out like a damn cher concert in Vegas...HELLO PEOPLE!
All in all, I love him all the same, my little tranny fish stick :)
BLAH
such a ramble its not even funny
i was swatting at a stupid fly, and i spilled coffee all over me and my beautiful white washed zara jeans!!
oh well....
living away from home, i have the strangest feelings. Urges to go home just for the simple things like hanging out with my best friends. And overwhelming fear of leaving because i am afraid i wont have the same opportunites later in life to have such a unique adventure, and even sarier that i will lose the love of my life over all thoes miles. (my writting style is really informal, but i'm feeling informal today, so its ok)
i've been listening to all kinds of new music that i have been finding on sweet review websites, i love it all, it makes me happy. like this one song by Lantern on the Lake called "if i've been unkind", which i will post with some other wonderful songs pulling me through these rainy days.
I have never claimed to be an especially spiritual person in reguards to a religion or belief..i just remain true to my "feelings", because they have always been a pretty good indicator of what is going on around me weather i am aware of the truth or not.
But these past few days have been like i'm stuck in an emotional prison of sadness, and frustration, disappointment, stress, anger, agression, hate, misunderstanding, loneliness, fear, uncertainty, mistrust, helplessness and hoplessness. The only way to get away from the circulation and constant battle of these emotions is to leave the house, but really no one else seems to notice it, well of course they notice because the emotions are oozing out of them and colliding with others at the same time, they feel them, but only from the first person, i feel these emotions like people in the room, disconnnected like a 3rd party, the objective viewer. Why cant they see so they are able to change and control the atmosphere of this home..but i would never say it..
i would be crazy to say it..
oh well....
living away from home, i have the strangest feelings. Urges to go home just for the simple things like hanging out with my best friends. And overwhelming fear of leaving because i am afraid i wont have the same opportunites later in life to have such a unique adventure, and even sarier that i will lose the love of my life over all thoes miles. (my writting style is really informal, but i'm feeling informal today, so its ok)
i've been listening to all kinds of new music that i have been finding on sweet review websites, i love it all, it makes me happy. like this one song by Lantern on the Lake called "if i've been unkind", which i will post with some other wonderful songs pulling me through these rainy days.
I have never claimed to be an especially spiritual person in reguards to a religion or belief..i just remain true to my "feelings", because they have always been a pretty good indicator of what is going on around me weather i am aware of the truth or not.
But these past few days have been like i'm stuck in an emotional prison of sadness, and frustration, disappointment, stress, anger, agression, hate, misunderstanding, loneliness, fear, uncertainty, mistrust, helplessness and hoplessness. The only way to get away from the circulation and constant battle of these emotions is to leave the house, but really no one else seems to notice it, well of course they notice because the emotions are oozing out of them and colliding with others at the same time, they feel them, but only from the first person, i feel these emotions like people in the room, disconnnected like a 3rd party, the objective viewer. Why cant they see so they are able to change and control the atmosphere of this home..but i would never say it..
i would be crazy to say it..
Wednesday 21 July 2010
21 full of fun!
I have been 21 years old for 20days and 10 hours :) Although in my new country the celebration of your 21st birthday doesnt involve peeing in your bed (or wherever you happen to pass out) like it does in my home country of USA, it does hold same meaning of celebration! I think i have made it perfectly clear during my last 3 birthdays spent in Europe, i expect a big fucking deal :) So in 16 candles fashion, i was pretty sure everyone had forgotten my birthday except my mother-in-law, who gave me a bottle of perfume for my b-day (which i picked out and bought with her).
The day passed pretty nomally which bothered me a little but ITS MY BIRTHDAY... so i took the bus downtown for some shopping, bought a few things, had lunch, all by myself but i was generally happy.
I returned home just before my boyfriend was home from his courses (didnt help that my birthday was on a thursday) he passed me with not much general intrest. of course he said happy birthday, but it didnt seem like enough. And everytime he passed me without a declaration of his love for me moved me closer to tears, AND QUICK!
Not long after, i began to pout and i wondered when everyone would jump out and yell surprise! but they didnt, and so i broke down. i cried and asked him if he forgot, why he didnt love me (the whole birthday girl drama). Being the wonderful boyfriend he is, he quickly began damage control and told me to get dressed, we were going to dinner (and asked his mom to make reservations, -2points for romance). We got ready and went to eat, the food was wonderful, the wine reminded me of our summer in Italy.
After leaving the resturaunt we picked up his cousin and his girlfriend to have drinks, returned home. I was pleased with my day. As i lay in bed i wonder "is this what all my birthdays will be like now that i'm old??"
my nail-polish chipped the next day, an ancient sign that your birthday fun is over...
well they can kiss my ass!! It was like a birthday weekend!!
My boyfriend gave me my birthday present the next day, A NEW LAPTOP! WITH A BUILT IN CAMERA SO I CAN SKYPE MY MAMA! (I dropped something insanely heavy on my last one and cracked the mother board, oh shit) so excited :) it was definately the little surprise i was hoping for. We also had birthday cake and coffee with just boyfried, brother, mother, and I.
The next day was an airshow, quite cool (since my boyfriend is training to be a pilot) spent the day watching jets, and all different kinds of planes. After the long drive home, all i hear is get dressed we are going out...now here is the funny aspect of my personality, i LOVE suprises, but as soon as i know someone has one, i want to know it!!! so after my face lights up our conversation goes a little something like this..
ME: "where are we going"
BF: "out"
ME: "out where?"
BF: "to a bar"
so i start "getting ready" to go out to have drinks. trying on all my different wardrobe choices, i find a dress i bought a week earlier in Turkey paired with the belt my mom had sent me in the mail for my birthday. I'm looking at myself in the mirror when my boyfriend walks in..
ME: "i dont know what to wear"
BF: "not what you're wearing" (this is a normal response to ANY outfit from my man)
ME: "well maybe if i knew where we were going i could make a more appropriate choice"
BF: "nice try, anything but what you're wearing"
i decide on a skirt and the same belt, but go back and forth on a couple shirts, i dress and walk downstairs. BF is still not satisfied but more so than the last one, plus he says we need to go (saved my the bell, no time for mle to change) but he does manage to make me go upstairs to grab a coat, which i do without complaints and i grab the purple leopard one that he HATES just for a giggle!
In southern california terms, where i'm from, i look cute. Cute to this belgian boy is straight off a ralph lauren run way which is fine if we are going to the country club, thanks.
45min on the highway he asks " do you know where we are going?", i respond "is that a trick question?" "am i supposed to know?" When we take the exit for Brussels he admits we are going to a little bar in brussels that his friends have told him about. we walk down the narrow street jammed with people, we walk in the bar and about 7 other friends await the 4of us :) i was so surprised, after a couple drinks, we relocated to a dance club and i let out some much needed agression on the dance floor.
My 21st birthday weekend will live on!!!!
BLAH
The day passed pretty nomally which bothered me a little but ITS MY BIRTHDAY... so i took the bus downtown for some shopping, bought a few things, had lunch, all by myself but i was generally happy.
I returned home just before my boyfriend was home from his courses (didnt help that my birthday was on a thursday) he passed me with not much general intrest. of course he said happy birthday, but it didnt seem like enough. And everytime he passed me without a declaration of his love for me moved me closer to tears, AND QUICK!
Not long after, i began to pout and i wondered when everyone would jump out and yell surprise! but they didnt, and so i broke down. i cried and asked him if he forgot, why he didnt love me (the whole birthday girl drama). Being the wonderful boyfriend he is, he quickly began damage control and told me to get dressed, we were going to dinner (and asked his mom to make reservations, -2points for romance). We got ready and went to eat, the food was wonderful, the wine reminded me of our summer in Italy.
After leaving the resturaunt we picked up his cousin and his girlfriend to have drinks, returned home. I was pleased with my day. As i lay in bed i wonder "is this what all my birthdays will be like now that i'm old??"
my nail-polish chipped the next day, an ancient sign that your birthday fun is over...
well they can kiss my ass!! It was like a birthday weekend!!
My boyfriend gave me my birthday present the next day, A NEW LAPTOP! WITH A BUILT IN CAMERA SO I CAN SKYPE MY MAMA! (I dropped something insanely heavy on my last one and cracked the mother board, oh shit) so excited :) it was definately the little surprise i was hoping for. We also had birthday cake and coffee with just boyfried, brother, mother, and I.
The next day was an airshow, quite cool (since my boyfriend is training to be a pilot) spent the day watching jets, and all different kinds of planes. After the long drive home, all i hear is get dressed we are going out...now here is the funny aspect of my personality, i LOVE suprises, but as soon as i know someone has one, i want to know it!!! so after my face lights up our conversation goes a little something like this..
ME: "where are we going"
BF: "out"
ME: "out where?"
BF: "to a bar"
so i start "getting ready" to go out to have drinks. trying on all my different wardrobe choices, i find a dress i bought a week earlier in Turkey paired with the belt my mom had sent me in the mail for my birthday. I'm looking at myself in the mirror when my boyfriend walks in..
ME: "i dont know what to wear"
BF: "not what you're wearing" (this is a normal response to ANY outfit from my man)
ME: "well maybe if i knew where we were going i could make a more appropriate choice"
BF: "nice try, anything but what you're wearing"
i decide on a skirt and the same belt, but go back and forth on a couple shirts, i dress and walk downstairs. BF is still not satisfied but more so than the last one, plus he says we need to go (saved my the bell, no time for mle to change) but he does manage to make me go upstairs to grab a coat, which i do without complaints and i grab the purple leopard one that he HATES just for a giggle!
In southern california terms, where i'm from, i look cute. Cute to this belgian boy is straight off a ralph lauren run way which is fine if we are going to the country club, thanks.
45min on the highway he asks " do you know where we are going?", i respond "is that a trick question?" "am i supposed to know?" When we take the exit for Brussels he admits we are going to a little bar in brussels that his friends have told him about. we walk down the narrow street jammed with people, we walk in the bar and about 7 other friends await the 4of us :) i was so surprised, after a couple drinks, we relocated to a dance club and i let out some much needed agression on the dance floor.
My 21st birthday weekend will live on!!!!
BLAH
Thursday 3 June 2010
This being the first post on my official tranny blog(no i'm not a tranny, sorry for the false advertising)i think posting a short synopsis of me and my life would be best. That way anyone who actually reads this will have an idea of what is to come in this 21st century memoire.This blog, will not be grammatically correct, or politically correct in anyway. I see this as an extention of my journal collection I have been keeping since I was about 8years old, so be prepared for utter nonsense. I am now 20, i'm from california, but I just moved to Europe to live with my boyfriend and his family which i'm sure will be popping in and out of these posts simply because they are the foundtion of my wit and hilarity at times. My decision to move came after a long battle with myself which i ultimately lost. And now I am an outgoing young woman (emphasis on the young lol) living in a strange place where things couldnt go wrong but always do!
This Blog contains things which made me laugh, love, cry, think and feel.Dont read it with judgement whoever you are...read it with love for another human with a beating heart who has felt the many struggles, heartbreaks, and triumphs of this life.
Blah
Aly
This Blog contains things which made me laugh, love, cry, think and feel.Dont read it with judgement whoever you are...read it with love for another human with a beating heart who has felt the many struggles, heartbreaks, and triumphs of this life.
Blah
Aly
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