Celeste Dylan

So, I guess I need to clear up my last post because of the questions I received today from multiple people. Yes, I was at a dealership yesterday for three hours, and no, I was not looking for/buying a new car. My roommate has been in the market for a car for quite sometime, and yesterday she needed a ride to the dealership so she could sign the papers, etc. I thought it would take tops 45 minutes, but boy was I ever WRONG. It took forever… so to pass the time I….

1) …finally cleared out my backed up voicemail box. (P.S. Leaving a message on my voicemail is futile. I won’t listen to it until several months later when my voicemail is so backed up that I am bombarded with complaints. Actually, even calling me is really pointless. I’m usually at work, and when I’m not at work, I’m usually too busy to answer and hold a conversation. Text message and facebook are the best ways to communicate with me…. but then again, all of you knew that already, didn’t you?)

2) ….sent text messages to almost my entire contact list….

3) ….called my best friend in Colorado and bored her to tears for an hour….

4) ….organized my wallet….

5) ….downloaded “Your Love Is My Drug” by Ke$ha on my phone….

6) ….tried to figure out the ‘mystery’ flavor of the gum in my purse….

7) ….watched the two of the car salesmen hit on the woman at the front desk… (These guys were riots; they wouldn’t give it up!)

8)…. and twiddled my thumbs.

It was quite the night. I can’t remember a time that I’ve been that bored, but I’m sure there has been. When we finally got home, I watched “The Devil Wears Prada,” worked on a collage that remains unfinished, and tried to go to sleep but I was overwhelmed with a burst of energy that kept me up until 12:30 am.

By the way, going to sleep at 12:30 am and having to wake up at 3:30 am is NEVER a good idea.

Today has been a long day but very good. I have such an extraordinary life, and I am overwhelmed with the beauty of life everyday.  I am so ready to embrace the beauty that my bed holds….. I should write an ‘Ode to my Pillow,’ seriously.

I spent three hours at a car dealership today….. LAME. I must have some artistic expression tonight…. I’m bursting with black and white energy….

So I didn’t blog yesterday…. yeah, so?!

Today was beautiful. I woke up naturally at 8 am, watched movies, cleaned my house, did laundry, and went to work. On my way to work, I stopped at Fedex Office to try to get one of my collages packed and shipped to a friend of mine who lives in Georgia. Because of the size and because of the glass in the frame, they were going to charge me 70 dollars just to pack it! I feel like that’s just a little bit ridiculous…. so I think I’m going to try to pack it myself…
AND a boy gave me butterflies today. I haven’t had butterflies since the 8th grade. Love those butterflies
I have to get to bed because I work early tomorrow morning….. life is so good.

I LOVE sleeping in! I love not having to set my alarm! It is absolutely glorious. This morning I didn’t have to work at the Bux, so I slept until noon. I felt like a high school kid; it was amazing. I rolled out of bed, wasted time on Facebook, then I got ready for work. The blinds were closed, so I didn’t realize until I walked out the door that it was raining! Northern Californian weather is so bipolar… haha, yesterday it was all sunshine, and today it was rainy! But, at about 5pm, the sun came out and the rain stopped. We took the kids out to play (of course they gravitated towards the puddles), and it was the perfect temperature. I was standing there listening to the giggles and playful screams of the kids, feeling the sun warm my face, and breathing in the fresh, post-rain air. The grass was vibrantly green and the sky was an explosion of angry grey clouds with the beautiful blue California sky peeking through. Life doesn’t get much better than this. I have the best job in all the world.

I was supposed to babysit tonight, but they cancelled on me which actually turned out to be fantastic. I have the whole apartment to myself tonight! I love it when that happens! AND, I don’t have to wake up early tomorrow… I get to sleep late two days in a row! I’m pretty sure it’s a movie night tonight. I have quite a few courtesy of my movie pirate friends. I also rented “New York, I Love You.” Here’s to a couple bottles of Shock Top, some good movies, and comfortable pajamas. The perfect start to a great weekend.

I really feel like a good cry right now. I’m not upset, or sad, or depressed. I am really very happy because I have such a good, rich life filled with wonderful friends and family. But sometimes it just feels good to have that release that tears bring. I was just watching a movie with my friend, and there was a sad part and I really wanted to cry, but for some reason the tears just wouldn’t come. So I sat there and really tried to cry. I focused on it. Nothing. Now, I’m frustrated, and all I really want to do is let loose and weep for a little bit. Cleanse my aura.

So, here’s the plan…. I’m going to plug in ‘A Walk to Remember’ and get the tissue box ready. It is impossible to not cry while watching that movie….

You know what I really don’t like? That horrible crash back to reality after a wonderful vacation. It’s like I’m floating in the clouds, happy, loving life, everything is a peach. I’m seeing new places, catching up with good friends, eating great food, living the DREAM. And then WAAAAAABBBBBBAAAAAMMMMMMM! Waking up early, work, more work, laundry, bills, and cleaning all gang up with super strength and slap me in the face.

Ouch.

Ok, so it was a really weird day. All I have to say is:
What the HECK?
I’m tired, I want fried rice, and I have to go return movies at Blockbuster. Until tomorrow….

Yesterday, it felt like I was traveling forever. I really just wanted to be home. I hope one of these days that someone invents an instantaneous way to travel. Wouldn’t that be AMAZING? I did have a very interesting layover in LA though. I had two hours at LAX to kill before I my final flight into San Jose. I decided to sit down and have dinner at this grille place. Seating was pretty limited so it wasn’t long before I had to share my table. A middle aged woman with fiery red hair took a seat across from me. I really tried to avoid conversation— I tried to implement as much “I just want to eat my food and relax by myself” body language as possible. When I’m traveling and in a less that excellent mood, I like to just be alone. I really don’t like to deal with people during those times. Just leave me alone, seriously. But she had one of those persistent, bubbly personalities, and she drew me in. I almost felt like she had so much to say that it was bursting inside of her and she just had to find someone that was willing to listen. Laura was her name and she proceeded to tell me about her college experience, about her career, about her travels. She would ask me a question, I would reply with a few sentences and then she would expound for several minutes on whatever struck her chord. By the end of the conversation, I was so engaged and provoked in thought that I really didn’t want to leave her. I wanted to stay and pick her brain, ask her questions, listen to this successful woman who had 20 more years of experience than I—this woman who was living the life that I want.

One of the ideas that she brought up is the concept of real beauty. What is real beauty? From her travels to Europe, she compared the very different views from that of North Americans and Europeans (particularly women). Laura talked about how this French man that she knew asked her, “What is with these American women? They all want to look the same… skinny, blonde hair, dark skin… why don’t they see the beauty in themselves?” She talked about how Europeans aren’t all weird about their bodies. They embrace their differences and have confidence in their own personal beauty. In North America, there is a certain type of beauty that is marketed to us through airbrushed, photoshopped, manipulated advertisements, TV, magazines, and movies. Little girls grow up being inundated with this marketed beauty and the image problems that that creates is extremely destructive. It causes eating disorders and other forms of self-abuse, depression, frustration, stress, lack of confidence, you name it. Most women aren’t naturally a size 2– most women don’t have blonde hair and they don’t have perfectly tanned skin. Everyone is different. Everyone possess a beauty that is uniquely theirs. That is real beauty.

It is interesting to think about the people that cross our paths everyday. Some of them are around for a lifetime, some for a few years, some for a few months. Then there are those people that only cross our paths for a matter of minutes. I spent about 45 minutes with Laura, and she made a deeper impression than some people do that are present in my life for years.