Finding Bliss: Birthday Edition

Sometimes finding bliss can feel a little bit like trying to find Asian food on a Sunday; nearly impossible. But we live in the year 2012 so if you just can’t seem to find your sushi, pad thai, or chow mein on your own, just ask fucking Siri. 

What I’m trying to say is this: 

I’m not going to sit here and assess the many possible ways to find your own bliss (I’ve already tried that once and it didn’t work out so well) but what I will do is tell you about the moments of my own bliss I found this Memorial Day weekend. 

First of all, rollerblades.  Yes, I said it, and quite frankly I don’t get what all the fuss is about.  Everyone keeps telling Nat and I how freaking cool it is that we bought used rollerblades and wrist-guards.  But the way I see it is like this:

Roller Odyssey skate night = awesome

Portland waterfront= awesome

Roller Odyssey skate night + Portland waterfront = (2)awesome

(2)awesome = awesome + awesome

awesome + awesome = fucking bliss duh!

Its simple math and we shouldn’t be envied for our abilities to solve basic algebraic expressions.   After all, I’m nearly a college graduate and my coolness isn’t reflected by my use of rollerblades but rather my tight fucking personality and my funny best friend. 

Secondly, Natalie has an uncanny ability to always have the perfect toast for our shots.  Whether it be “cheers to your girlfriend” (that we all knew didn’t exist) or “cheers to not doing drugs” she seems to come up with the wittiest shit at the most impeccable of times.  So I’ll make a quick cheers to her and the tight people we hung out with this weekend. 

Natalie told me that if my life was a sitcom this would be title picture with my supporting characters around me lol

Third, fire-pit.  My parents have been remodeling their house for quite some time now and recently just renovated some of the backyard.  This included a new fire-pit, which we use regularly and drank next to last night.  But I’d be lying if I said it was as good as the pit we had in Medford.  Some of my favorite memories are from when I was 19 years old, back from Hawaii for the summer, with 20 people in my backyard chillin by the fire.  Mimosas were a hit that summer.

The only decent pic I could find of me and a few friends by our fire pit in Medford in 2008

Finally, I was able to jump on the iPhone bandwagon this weekend so my commitment to Mac is finally legit.  I can’t believe I used to say I hated Mac.  Stupid stupid stupid.  Let’s be honest, this was obviously before I figured out life in general. 

Oh, and did I mention it’s my birthday today? Because it is.  And I have the best BFF in the world.  She made my day super special even though I had to work and go to school.  Looks like I owe her a few pulls of the Best Friend Card. Head up, Eyes Open Nat!!

Find Your Bliss

      xoxo,

          Kylie

SINS

SINS

I've failed to write on finding bliss in a while, however I have discovered I am much MUCH closer to bliss than I was when I started this blog.  And its all because I have been able to be myself without feeling pressured to conform like I always used to.  Here's a little background on my new discovery. 

When I first heard the term “sorry I’m not sorry” I immediately fell in love.  It was as if God himself sent me a phrase that could describe exactly how I feel 90% of the time.  Its literally my favorite discovery since my discovery of the word “jenky” in ’08 (which I still use today).  Upon using “sorry I’m not sorry” every day for weeks, an acronym emerged.  SINS.  It’s pretty much mine and my friend’s favorite thing to say now. 

Partied four nights in a row? SINS!

Skipped class to sleep in? SINS

Woke up wearing the outfit you wore last night? SINS!

 I don't know this girl... but she's definitely grasped the concept of SINS.

See what I mean?  It’s the perfect explanation for almost anything.  By saying SINS you're saying "judge me all you want, but this is me."

Friday morning I took SINS a step further and made it a verb.  My friend and I were on our way home doing some necessary recapping, which, like always, induced some minor embarrassment.  That’s when I said “whatever I’m just gonna SINS it.”  All-time new fav. 

Then, yesterday at work, a friend of mine said “You know what you did? You just slapped some SINS on it,” and later "he just took a huge SINS slap to the face!"

My younger brother has been SINSing it up since the day he was born.  He actually has his own phrase that he's made famous among his friends back home.  "I give zero fucks!"

Dylan, giving zero fucks. 

You see, SINS has become more than just a word to me.  Its become a lifestyle.  Its become the nudge I always needed to unapologetically be myself.  Its me telling any and everybody "take it or leave it, this is me."  I’m telling you now, SINS is catching on and when you hear your mother’s sisters’s boyfriend using the word SINS, you’ll know I started that shit.

SINS.