2 a.m. challenge - Day 8

Matt after a failed attempt to
jump onto a shrub

Hahaha yeah, it was one of those nights that needs to be started off with a laugh. After being the awkward and sqeaky third wheel* while watching The Hangover: part II, my friend and I met up with Mike, a guy we had meet the weekend before. Well let me just skip over all the pre 2 a.m. bar antics, because let's face it they were pretty ordinary. When 2 a.m. came about, I found myself skipping merrily down the street, hand in hand with a lovely guy named Matt. Our skipping adventure turned into a rather lengthy walk after my friend and Mike left us to walk the streets alone so they could turn back and get the car. Our walk, which I primarily walked barefoot,  consisted of several stops because Matt had to "wee" and ended in a park. By this time my phone had died, my friend was no where to be found, and Matt and I were sitting on top of a hill half looking for my friends car. At around 4 a.m. we found my friend and Mike sitting in her car half looking for us apparently...lies! In all the night was pretty hilarious and another night for the history books!

*I definitely need to describe this whole situation in another post, but let me just say I was an unwilling participant

2 a.m. challenge - Day 7

Yesterday my friend meet up with a guy she had met last week, it quickly became apparent that I was to talk/entertain/stay with his friend. Now anyone can tell you that I am not a quiet person, and heavens knows I tried my best, but the guy wasn't having any of it, and there were many moments where we sat/stood there in complete awkward silence. I found myself making frequent trips to the bar (where I know the bartender and we have little chats), or the restroom, almost in search of someone to talk to. Thank goodness an old friend showed up, and I was able to spend many minutes at a time talking to him. Well 2 a.m. comes around and I'm at IHOP with my friend and two guys eating breakfast until about 3:30 a.m. (note these were not the guys we spent the entirety of the night with, they weren't even American).

About a week ago somebody told me that nothing good could happen after 2 a.m.; I, being my rebellious self, decided to challenge him. While I was in school I can proudly boast that some of my finest work was produced after 2 a.m., when I felt rushed to finish after an afternoon of being distracted by Netflix.  For a week now I have logged my 2 a.m. adventures (or lack there of), and have come to the conclusion, that alcohol and post 2 a.m. activities are probably not a good idea. Let me clarify, don't do it, it's a trap! Don't do anything alone with anyone after 2 a.m if you've been drinking. Haha now I was not alone with anyone BUT I can see how such a situation could be potentially problematic.

This will be my last daily 2 a.m challenge post, instead I will only post after nights I have gone out, or something rather memorable/epic/odd has occurred. I am certain I will be able to write a book in a couple of years chronicling my adventures with the British. Lovely people really.

2 a.m. challenge - Day 6

I was looking out for the guy
on the right, nicknamed Elmo

So yesterday my friend and I went out to a bar, and although we hoped around, by midnight we decided to stay at that one since we were enjoying the view (boys). In any case we ended up chatting with a group of three British guys. By 1:30 I took up the responsibility of keeping my eye on one of the guys because he was slightly intoxicated and he just happened to be the one I was talking to the most. I really didn't mind, but it must be said that I was not in the best capacity to watch out for anyone. By 2 a.m. Elmo (because of his red hair) and I had switched shoes (he was wearing my red pumps, and I was wearing his blue Adidas), which may I add the switch actually worked for both our outfits perfectly. Not to mention, those Adidas hehe trainers as they call them, we ridiculously comfortable I'm considering buying a pair. At some point I took got my shoes back and Elmo was walking around in his socks. We sat on the curb for a bit and talked about Disneyland, since he's been to  Disneyland Paris and the only Disney parks I've been to are the ones here in California. Anyway...they soon got in a cab and went back to base, end of story. I had quite enjoyable night actually and nothing bad happened after 2 a.m. But tonight is another night!

2 a.m. challenge - Day 5

Today 2 a.m. came about and I was actually waking up from what turned out to be an unsuccessful nap. I watched Strange Encounter of the Third Kind for the first time, then fell asleep at around 10. Though this should be my last uneventful 2 a.m post for a couple of days, because tomorrow my weekend starts and  I have every intention of getting myself into as many shenanigans as possible. Perhaps I will run into that boy which I have written about recently. I feel better than last night, I almost feel like my luck will be changing for the better.

A song for every occasion: loneliness

The Beatles - "Eleanor Rigby" 



Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream

Waits at the window, wearing the face
That she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Father McKenzie, writing the words
of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near

Look at him working, darning his socks
In the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people

Eleanor Rigby, died in the church
And was buried along with her name
Nobody came

Father McKenzie, wiping the dirt
From his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved

All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?

Rabble, rabble!

I'm currently out of spirits. Some people might say I'm grumpy, but it's more like I just want to be left alone. I hardly wrote anything on my 2 a.m. challenge nightly post, because I really just didn't want to. A boy breaks my heart. To be specific that one boy from my post last week breaks my heart, am I jumping to conclusions? Perhaps, it wouldn't be the first time...story of my life! So actually that's the reason I'm out of spirits, because of a boy. I wish I could just fall asleep and forget about it, I wish I had never made an attempt...actually I wish I could just feel less.

You know, although I've played music for over 10 years, I have never been able to just sit and listen to music. When I was younger I could only ever listen to music either with friends (to distract myself with conversation) or on my computer (while multitasking and chatting with friends online). As I got older, I mean more recently, I would ever only listen to music while I was driving, and that's about it. But in recent weeks, days perhaps, I find myself listening to music more and more, today I even used my iPod for the first time in I don't know how long (other than driving uses that is).

Current top 5 favorite songs

Boys Don't Cry - The Cure
Love Song - The Cure
Eleanor Rigby - The Beattles
All Of This - Blink 182
Killer Queen - Queen

2 a.m. challenge - Day 4

Did nothing worth mentioning.

2 a.m. challenge - Day 3

At 2 a.m. I found myself writing a post, which after discussing the particulars with my dad, led him to call me a communist. Haha this is the relationship I have with my dad, constant ribbing and nonsensical conversations spoken with a serious tone. So where is the post in question? Well at some point last night our internet was down (I don't know why, the signal was there just not internet connectivity... anyway) but I continued to write my post, being aware that it would not auto save without an internet connection. When I finished the post I copied it with the intention of saving it to a word document. Well then I shut off my computer to go to bed...but I forgot to paste the post onto a word document. So now it is lost forever and I also refuse to rewrite said post because it was long, and I lost the annoyance with which the post was originally written.

2 a.m. challenge - Day 2

I'm currently watching The Guild: Season 3, and am quickly falling asleep. This web show is hilarious and I recommend it to everyone, whether you're a gamer or not. Anyway, I'm going to wash my face now then fall asleep. Good night.

A song for every occasion: comfort

The Cure - "Boys Don't Cry"



I would say, I'm sorry
If I thought that it would change your mind
But I know that this time
I have said too much
Been too unkind

I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'Cause boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

I would break down at our feet
And beg forgiveness
Plead with you
But I know that it's too late
And now there's nothing I can do

So I try to laugh about it
Cover it all up with lies
I try to laugh about it
Hiding the tears in my eyes
'Cause boys don't cry

I would tell you that I loved you
If I thought that you would stay
But I know that it's no use
That you've already gone away

Misjudged your limits
Pushed you too far
I took you for granted
I thought that you needed me more

Now I would do most anything
To get you back by my side
But I just keep on laughing
Hiding my tears in my eyes
'Cause boys don't cry

Boys don't cry
Boys don't cry

2 a.m. challenge - Day 1

So this morning/last night* at 2 a.m. I was helping my brother look for articles he could use for his statistics project, as well as listening to 90's ska music. Like I previously said, don't expect anything eventful/exciting until the weekend.



* I generally categorize last night as any time before I fall asleep. If I happen to stay up until 6 a.m. then by my account 5 a.m. is considered last night.

A message from the British

I've been informed that Gingers smell like twiglets and fox piss. I disagree with the aforementioned statement but this seems to be a consensus in England.

[Note to self] Find out what twiglets are

2 a.m. challenge

I had a conversation with someone today that brought about an interesting idea, he proposed that nothing good can happen after 2 a.m. He continued to say that the next time I go out and 2 a.m. comes about I will realize he was right. Argument on my side was futile since I have no concrete evidence, and I believed there to be some truth in his claim, but me, always the rebellious one tried to defend any 2 a.m. shenanigans. So I've decided for the next week or so to blog about what I do after 2 a.m. Expect posts throughout the week to be unexciting as the true test comes this weekend.

Hello stranger

Yesterday had the appearance of a bad night. I know that in a previous post I was angry with my friend for making the worst of a situation, but yesterday appeared to be worthy of all her pessimism. However, we were fortunate enough to run into those same boys from that night I wrote the post in question. What's the point? I enjoy running into people I know, especially when I haven't seen or talked to them in weeks/months/years.

Note to self

Get a grip!

Smile your cares away

I can't stop smiling! Am I overreacting and reading too much into the situation? Perhaps...okay I probably am, but right now that's not really important. Hehe I'm such a girl because this entire post and sudden gush of emotion is about a boy! But not just any boy, the boy from my post yesterday. He knows I exist and I think he wants to see me again, but I've been let down on so many other occasions that I don't want to get my hopes too high. In any case, a short sentence from him made my day today! Life is good.

He loves me, he loves me not

I wear my heart on my sleeve, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but I am also a hopeless romantic. What's the problem with that? Well I fall in love easily, but let me clarify, when I say love, I don't mean real love, I mean puppy dog, school girl crush love. I currently have a crush on someone I recently met, but in true school girl fashion, I don't think he knows I exist! Well that's not necessarily true, he knows I exist but to him I'm probably just someone in the background, and although I have a picture of him, I will not post it, in the small chance he sees this. What I will say is that he is 26, he's sweet, kind, and he makes me laugh; not to mention he has a chin cleft, which I'm not sure I've mentioned it before but I find cleft chins SUPER attractive! But alas he is one more person I must admire for afar. Who are the others you ask? Well they are not people I have met personally, but they make my heart skip a beat just the same.

Liev Schreiber

I absolutely LOVE Liev! He is everything amazing, not to mention so incredibly sexy. I had a tough time choosing this picture of him because he looks great in a thousand pictures. Just look at him, he is ruggedly handsome and speaking of rugged my favorite Liev movie is probably Defiance, where he plays a Polish Jew and has an accent to die for. He is definitely an underrated actor, but is steadily moving up, co-staring in X-Men Origins: Wolverine with Hugh Jackman, and most recently Salt with Angelina Jolie.

Bradley Cooper

Now let me start by saying that I fell in love with Bradley way before he attained his current A-list status. He has such a boyish charm/ease to him that I find so attractive. I was also glad to hear he dated Renee Zellweger, because she played Bridget Jones, and I think Bridget Jones and I could be best friends. He also has blue eyes with dark hair which makes me melt! I am definitely looking forward to seeing him in The Hangover II...well actually I'm just really looking forward to seeing him anywhere.

Cal Crutchlow

He is probably the lesser known person on my list, but definitely worthy of a mention. Let me start by saying that he's British! Cal is a professional motorcycle racer who is currently racing for the Yamaha Tech 3 team in the MotoGP. I follow him on twitter and he is definitely one of my Twitter crushes. Blue eyes and dark hair aside, Cal has this mischievous smirk when he gives interviews that I find irresistible! Almost as if he were keeping a secret, or he knew that he is just utterly gorgeous. Not to mention his accent is to die for!


Gerard Butler

The strong sensitive type. Or at least that's how I see him after watching P.S. I love you, and honestly who can forget him in 300, wow is all I can say about that. Gerard also just seems like so much fun, though perhaps a bit of a bad boy. I have to admit I like when guys are just a teeny tiny bit assholish. I think it makes them a little more interesting, but I don't think assholish is the word, more like resistant.


Haha so I realized something after making this short list of men who make me feel like a little Justin Beiber fan girl. All four guys look similar, or at least have similar features and characteristics. Dark hair? check. Blue eyes? check. Scruffy facial hair? check.  Does this mean I have a type? Oh my boys...

Windows 7 really was MY idea

I finally bought a new laptop! Months, perhaps years after saying I would, I finally bit my lip and bought an HP 17" laptop. Though I don't know if I would have bought said computer yesterday, had it not been for my old (4 1/2 years old) Dell laptop's refusal to turn on. So I went from Windows XP to Windows 7 which I absolutely love, especially they split screen function which I've been doing manually for years. Not to mention it's so pretty! Which if you are unaware is just as important as it having a 500GB hard drive. I will spare everyone the specific details of the amazingness that is my new laptop BUT I will say it comes with a webcam. I haven't had a webcam since I was about 14, and after spending more than an hour yesterday trying it out, I need to say two things: 1. that I should have gotten myself a webcam a long time ago AND 2. there are so many things you can do with a webcam, I forsee shenanigans :P

Food for thought

18 Ways to Make Each Day of Your Life Happier

Every day...
      Share a kind word with a friend.
      Give away a smile.
      Tell one secret.
      Listen to what someone has to say.
      Listen with your heart to what someone cannot say.
      Try one new thing.
      Forgive one person who has hurt you.
      Forgive yourself for past mistakes.
      Realize your imperfections.
      Discover your possibilities.
      Make a new friend.
      Accept responsibility for everything you do.
      Refuse responsibility for anyone else's actions.
      Dream one dream.
      Watch the sunset.
      Cherish what you have.
      Cherish who you are.
      Love your life.

                                                                      - Vickie M. Worsham

Hey you!

Oh blogger, how I missed thee! I have been unable to post anything in two days, well actually I haven't be able to access blogger at all. This is troubling considering I actually had things to post...but now the time has past and the passion I had for writing said posts are gone. It would have been my finest work I'm sure. A journalistic treasure, perhaps worthy of publication or mention in multiple academic journals. But alas, blogger's longer than scheduled maintenance has prevented me from releasing my written genius. Oh well...back to frivolity!

Ugh!

Since I am in such a good mood [insert eye roll here] and I would like to list some facts about myself.
These are a few of my LEAST favorite things

1. Bologna
2. Pouring a bowl of cereal then realizing there is no milk
3. When people borrow my car without asking
4. Going to the bank
5. People who flake out
6. Wet socks
7. Long lines at a store check out
8. Stupid people - and I don't necessarily mean intelligence
9. The fact everyone thinks they need to cheer when performers sing 'free' at the end of the Star Spangled Banner
10. Winona Ryder -she whistles her S's
11. Hypocrites
12. Rebecca Black and her song Friday
13. When plans fall through
14. Cats
15. Arrowhead water -it's so gross!
16. When food that I buy gets eaten
17. iPhones
18. Water spots a day after I wash my car
19. Slow/unresponsive electronics
20. People who take any kind of opposition as unpatriotic
21. The state of Arizona
22. Michael Cera
23. People who overly complain
24. Nosy people
25. Being told what to do
26. Squishy fruit
27. People to attempt to be profound/enlightened and fail
28. Improper uses of English grammar/syntax
29. Slapstick
30. People who write the same way they speak
31. Chipped nail color on my fingers
32. UCLA - which really should have been 1
33. Overrated objects/people - too mainstream
34. Cooking for a large group while hungry
35. Pink clothing
36. Remakes of beautifully done '95 BBC mini series

Hey grumpy!

For some reason, I have been extremely short tempered all day. Has anyone noticed? I don't believe so, but perhaps, I'd like to think I may just appear out of sorts. I have not had any loud outbursts or tantrums, though I was tried many many times today. I debated writing this post, as I really don't have patience for much today. But I am proud of myself for not going off on people, but is that really a victory? I think it is, because for those who know me, know that I am very vocal when I'm upset. Hopefully this feeling is nothing some sleep can't fix.

Hello, my name is...

Parents often spend countless hours devoted to choosing what they believe is the perfect name for their unborn child. But what exactly is in a name? and is there a possibility that a name can define you?

My name is Kylah (/ky-la/). I'm not entirely sure how my mom chose my name, as my dad wanted to name me Michelle. And although growing up (and even now) I can never find my name on any personalized name objects, I happen to really like my name, because it is unique, and I think it sounds pretty. I have also learned to accept the fact that my name is easily forgotten and will be mispronounced time and time again.

When I meet new people I make a sincere effort to remember their name. I will often say their name multiple times throughout the night in order to connect the name to the face. I also accept/expect for people to forget my name it in a matter of minutes. Believe me I am pleasantly surprised/glad when my name is remembered and pronounced correctly.

So where exactly does my name come from, and what does it mean? Well I did some research, and although I couldn't pinpoint an exact origin or meaning, one can suggest that Kylah is of Gaelic origin (Gaelic languages include Irish & Scottish), and means beautiful. Haha I was especially surprised by the Urban Dictionary meaning of my name, as I am easily distracted and am prone to acts of randomness. Take a look.

Think Baby Names
Origin: a variant of Cadhla (Irish), Kelila (Hebrew) and Kylie
Meaning: "beautiful, graceful; crown of laurel".

Birth Village
Origin: Scottish
Meaning: "Fair. The Feminine form of Kyle."

User Contributed Meanings for Kylah
The baby girl name Kylah comes from the Celtic word which means, "Crown." Irish word which means, "it means beautiful of the crown." Hebrew word which means, "From Hebrew Keilah, meaning Citadel, or Fortress." Egyptian word which means, "the beautiful much like a goddess."

Baby Names Country
Origin: Irish
Meaning:  Lovely

Baby Names World
Origin: Gaelic
Meaning: Strait of water; beautiful

Urban Dictionary
A very easily distracted person with tousled hair. Is the kind of person who will randomly break out in song and laughter. Others are usually jealous of her hotness yet love her anyways.

A song for every occasion: hopelessness

Dashboard Confessional - "The Brilliant Dance"



So this is odd,
the painful realization that has all gone wrong.
And nobody cares at all,
and nobody cares at all.

So you buried all your lover's clothes
and burned the letters lover wrote,
but it doesn't make it any better.
Does it make it any better?
And the plaster dented from your fist
in the hall where you had your first kiss
reminds you that the memories will fade.

So this is strange,
our sidestepping has come to be a brilliant dance
where nobody leads at all,
where nobody leads at all.

And the picture frames are facing down
and the ringing from this empty sound
is deafening and keeping you from sleep.
And breathing is a foreign task
and thinking's just too much to ask
and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights.

This is incredible.
Starving, insatiable,
yes, this is love for the first time.
Well you'd like to think that you were invincible.
Yeah, well weren't we all once before we felt loss for the first time?
Well this is the last time.

An affair to remember

I feel anxious, mischievous, excited, fortunate, confused, and terrified all about the same situation. It's quite exhausting actually! And once again I find myself struggling between what I want to do, what I should do, and what is easiest to do. The funny thing is that there is a possibility that I may not find myself in that situation which is weighing heavy on my conscious. Hmm what to do, what to do?

No expectations

It has been my study that when one has good expectations about a meeting/event/activity/etc. they are often disappointed. And well, such is the case for me, who has a horrible habit of expecting too much. However, I have also found that when one rolls with the punches, sort to speak, good things can still occur, just perhaps not in the way we had originally expected them. But this is hard to do when one is with a person of polar opposite character!

My friend is horrible about this! She is one of those types that if something goes wrong she essentially shuts herself down. For example, her and I were at dinner when she got a text from a guy she had met the night before, they were supposed to meet up at a bar, but he and his 'mates' had to work early the following morning (today) and decided not to go out. Well let's just say that after she heard about that, she was completely out of it, and I'm convinced determined not to have fun! Conversational? no. Pleasant? nope. Optimistic? Nein, nein, nein!

By 11:15 she wanted to know how much longer we were going to be out. After a car ride, and a few drinks her mood was better, and we ended up meeting a small friendly group of British helicopter pilots. They were such nice guys! And we ended up having quite a nice long chat with two of them after we left the bar. But up until that point she was such a Debbie Downer!