Friends+Beach= New Year

This year was my favorite New Years Eve of all.

Pearl and I ventured to Galveston for a Girls Weekend. 

I so desperately needed time with some of my bible study ladies.

We were total girls this weekend. No boys or rules allowed. We were in our matching pajamas at 5:30pm, we played the new x-box dance game, had a delicious meal, played beer pong with costumes, chants and game faces, ate junk food, tried to watch aladdin and were asleep by 11:30.  Thats what I call an EXCELLENT New Years Eve. The next day was spent exploring the  charming town of Galveston and of course a photo shoot at the beach. yes. we had to do the jumping picture.

It was wonderful ringing in the year with some of my favorite people.

Wouldn't have had it any other way.

La beast goes to a BALL

I'll admit that I had an internal debate on posting about this date. Considering Ball boy just found me on twitter and will find my blog and this post soon if he hasn't found it already. I'll leave all the exciting details of the night for your imagination but I felt it my duty to let you in on a little bit of the evening.

This post really isn't about the Ball or even Ball Boy for that matter it is purely a congratulatory post to myself. A toast to me. For not royally making a fool out of myself. If you know me or have been following for a while now you will know that my middle name is Awkward with a capital A  EVERY letter capitalized. I cant help it.  Sometimes I can be the confident, beastly character that can dominate situations but then there are the times when English becomes my second language and I don't make complete sentences. I don't even have complete thoughts. Throw in an attractive male, cocktails, dancing and live auctions and you've got yourself LA AWKWARD for the night.

To expect a flawless, la beast night would be like saying a strainer can hold water. But I'm proud to inform you that I wasn't as bad as I had imagined I would be. So go me! I must give some of that to Ball Boy and his attentiveness and witty character. I didn't have to talk as much because he had me laughing the entire night. So thanks, Ball Boy. I owe you one.

If you are having a hard time visualizing my awkwardness watch this video of Kristen Stewart. It pretty much sums me up

-x-

labeast/laawkward

Queen of Babble

One of the biggest flaws I find in myself is that Im not a big reader. I am a writer, a painter, a teacher, a runner, a traveler, a t.v. watcher and a procrastinator, but I regretfully can not claim myself as a reader.

Knowing my flaw, hating it and trying to change it I set myself up for failure by turning my desire to read more into a New Years resolution. Those fail 110% of the time.

My New Years Resolution was to read one book a month. Shamefully I admit, I just finished the book I started in January. It was forced on me by a fellow co worker. Begrudgingly, I decided to try it out.

Queen of Babble by Meg Cabot.

It doesn't really sound like my kind of book. I mean it has pink on the cover. I don't do pink and girly. A short time in to the book I could tell why my co-worker was so adamant on me reading this book.

The main character IS ME! Totally awkward, talks too much (out of nervousness), obsessed with England and goes to visit her la rockstar...british boyfriend for the summer.

After reading that one, I picked up the uber interesting Girl with a One Track Mind by Abby Lee while in London.

Warning: Its graphic. BUT about an anonymous blogger who got a book deal in response to her thousands of followers.  I couldn't put it down. So yes, I read 2 books in one month. I feel slightly accomplished even though I should have read 7 by now.


P.S. my neck/back is KILLING me from my T-rex attack yesterday morning. Where is my significant other when I need him? oh wait...I haven't met him yet. Hurry up kid!

La Beast goes to Boot Camp

Back to work. Is it that time already? I know I shouldn't complain. I do realize that I am one of very few professions that get a consecutive two month holiday. However, the alarm this morning couldn't have sounded more like death calling. It could have been the 4:45 am wake up call for boot camp but I think it was the reality of going back to work after boot camp that left me cursing my alarm. Not even Michael Buble blaring from the stereo could pump this girl up.

Boot camp was a laugh. It was my first time at this specific bootcamp and boy did we have fun. Usually "fun" and "bootcamp" don't belong in the same sentence but Camp Gladiator can make it happen. Instead of running hills we run around and play games. Attractive trainer tells the group the game rules. We would split into two teams, the "even" numbers would run aimlessly around the parking lot knocking down any orange cone. "Odd" numbers would also run aimlessly around the parking lot trying to set the knocked over cones back upright. The team with the most amount of cones in their favor wins.
I look around to see if anyone else got the joke. No one seemed to notice and I think to myself, "This is a mistake". I might have even said it out loud...yeah im pretty sure I also said it out loud.

Can someone please tell me what outside looks like at 5:30 am? If your response is "very dark" you earn a gold star. Yes, 45-50 adults are sprinting any which way they want... in the dark.

So here I am darting and dodging, knocking over every cone I come into contact with like a beast when along comes another beast like character. This beast like character was headed straight for me. It was one of those things where you KNOW whats about to happen but there is not a single thing you can do about it but pray the outcome isn't as bad as it is in your head.
This character could equivalent the size of a T-rex when in comparison to my mouse-like figure. I must give T-Rex some credit. There is no way one huge dinosaur like himself could see a tiny little mouse like me especially in the darkness of 5:30 am. So T-rex and my mouse-sized self sprint into each other chest to chest. Those of you with previous knowledge on force and motion can understand the next series of events.

Whats that Newtons Law again? "A mouse in motion likes to stay in motion UNTIL PLOWED OVER BY A T-REX" yeah..something like that.

Before I know it my chest aches like a piano landed on it from a 20 story building and im sprung backward like I bounced off a trampoline. My natural reaction is to spread all limbs as wide as possible in order to form a perfect X with my body. Apparently, I like to cover the most surface area as I can when falling to my death by a T-rex. Its funny how mice react in time of danger.
However, this would come in handy when ravenous T-rex turned hero and was able to grab hold of my tiny arms as he mowed over me, thus preventing a traumatic head injury.

I finish my wingless flight south with an abrupt hit to the asphalt, a girly mouse-like shriek and my eyes squeezed air tight. Having landed on my back I finally open my eyes to T-rex's crotch. Are you kidding me? This is worse than I had imagined! I did not expect this outcome. His T-rex killer sneakers were on either side of my head, his left arm propping up his body above my head and his right arm entangled in mine.
I shake my head side to side and spit "rocks and dirt" out of my mouth. At least thats what I pretended I was doing but really it was a spit of disgust.

"Are you ok?" T-Rex suddenly tries to become angelic. Its not working
"Uhm"
He pulls me to my feet. I grab my neck.
"Hows your neck?"
"It's ok." I smile politely. "I'm fine. Dont worry about it. See ya!" and I bolt off into the wind.
The thing is my neck really did hurt....and still does.
If this messes me up for life I blame T-Rex, or that attractive trainer of mine who thought this game was a good idea.