A walk to remember

So its been a while since I've blogged so i thought id give an update on my trekking.

Ive been walking alot more since i got my new shoes. both me and my brother have gone on walks four times a week. You wouldn't think you'd feel so much better but i truly due. However i had a horrible experience that almost ruined my life on foot.

One night after i had made dinner my brother Justin said he had to go to work and we couldn't do our normal walk. Upset because i really was in the mood to work off dinner and the stress from my day i decided to go it alone. I left my house at 9 o'clock and set off on our normal route. Taking longer strides to try to better my time i made my way along our normal route. At one point when i usually would turn up my street to head back home i decided that i felt really good and wanted to go farther. My first of many mistakes. I continued straight along the street for two miles to the next major light. Turning there i follow the street up past the freeway and over the railroad tracks. i decided to walk along Victoria, a street in Riverside that has orange grooves all along it. It is a historic street in Riverside. my second mistake. after a block on Victoria all the street lights were out. i was making my way in pitch black for about a mile only having the moon to guide myself. starting to feel the fatigue i made my way down a street to a parallel street with more light and started for home. As i made my way back towards the railroad tracks i see alot of lights set up and men working. Shit. I forgot that there working on the railroad tracks. I was a block from my house. I asked the men working if i could cross. i told them how close my home was. They informed me it wouldn't be safe for me to cross and that i would need to make my way around to a street that went under the tracks. Tired, feet starting to hurt and totally thirsty i started to walk around the extra few miles to get back to my home. By this point my brother had returned home and called to see where i had gone. Refusing to give in and ask him to come get me i made my way under the tracks over the freeway and back to my home. At this point i could barely walk. My feet were swollen and exhausted and i finished two large bottles of water( the large 1Qt ones) Its now 12 o'clock. tired beyond belief i went bed. Woke up a few hours later my muscles cramping and hurting in ways I've never felt before.

The next day my brother and i drove the route i had walked and to my brothers shock i had made a seven mile trek. Seven fucking miles. The ridicule from my brother and friends lasted a few days. I deserved it for being so stupid.

I am proud to say that I'm back to walking. only the route that we usually do and I'm feeling better than ever. Ready to continue my trek to a fit lifestyle and happier existence. Hopefully wiser than i was that fateful night.

A ten pounds lighter Homo,

Girlina, Queen of the Universe

A good pair of shoes

I own beautiful dress shoes.

fantastic boots

Kinky high heals

and one pair of tennis shoes????

That's why I'm BIG silly homo. So to help myself and the world that has to see me, i went and got myself a brand new pair of shoes. Running shoes ( which is sad cause there will be no actually running in them.)

My brother Justin and I have begun walking a few days a week. Its not much but we always do a mile at least. However with my old shitty pair of sneakers id be dying half way. The mile course we take around our neighborhood ends with an uphill quarter mile incline. Its not killer but for someone like me it was death, But i did it.

So now with my brand new shoes i was eager to walk again. We did our normal route and even an extra half mile. And the best part, My feet didn't hurt half as much as they did before. There definitely broken in now.

I feel great. Still fat but great.

As the great John Legend says Each day gets Better.

With new hope and a sassy step,

Girlina, Queen of the Universe

wow i was drunk...

OK. so hmmmmm....

A month ago i planned a party. end of the summer thing.. god know we all needed a drink.

told everybody about it with more that enough time for them to get off work.

Invited around 75 people.

spent a few hundred dollars getting my bar fully stocked with booze i don't even drink but know that other do.

6 FUCKING PEOPLE SHOW UP!!!

what is wrong with me?

is there a sign above my head that says pathetic loser stay away?

dave and busters would be jealous of my bar.

well waste not want not. i started the evening with my favorite drink. champagne with a splash of pomegranate juice orange juice. i love it. i never get hangovers from champ so thats why its the perfect drink.

three bottles in.......

i ran out of pomegranate juice. but my brothers girlfriend which i totally love, brought some pomegranate liqueur... so i used that instead of juice.

one more bottle in......

i decided to get on facebook and my blog and vent about the atrocity of my party. and later i told everyone in my face book how much i found nerdy guys hot......give it a second.....with EXAMPLES from my former work at the happiest place on earth. also just to mess up my life even more i also gave examples of guys i didnt think were hot. oh the humanity.

this is why all of my party attempts are two months apart. it takes that long to recuperate.

My next major catastrophe is scheduled for the second week of October. A Halloween extravaganza........of maybe 7 people.

i hate my life sometimes.

I hope everyone has a laugh at my expense,

Girlina, Maybe not the Queen of the Universe....Maybe Court Jester.

Recipe for qa good party..................

A buig house with enoughb room for anout a jundred people/

a full bar filled with boooxe that would mnake a profecsionalcbar jeolous.

the lateszdst is musci thatc is awsome.

why is novbody here. ??????????????????????????????????????????????

Isx shte3re a secrety/ .????????????

what dov iv have to do???

doi i have to pay people. ??????

wtf. everytime ti tyhrow a pearty noone shows up[. im three bottle of champagner in to case i baufght. i have a case of beer i got for dreaking games. am i crazy?

Recipe for qa good party..................

Pillowtalk

Over the last couple of nights ive noticed that my bed is arranged in such a way to shows how pathetic i realy am.

its a California king (larger than a king) i have pillows and blankets along one side to create this body like shape. When i sleep i snuggle with the pillows. I know this sounds weird but i think this may just help me to realize im alone and want to be with someone.

to test my theory i remade the bed with minimal on it. just a sheet and top sheet and one pillow. went to bed at my normal time. I tossed and turned all night. i could never find a comfortable spot.

the next night i put all my pillows and blankets back onto the bed and i slept a full night without waking.

If there was another person in my bed that i loved would i sleep so well?

Or am i just sad?

i dont know if anyone is reading this but somehow just typing out my inner thoughts helps.

God knows this is cheaper than paying for real therapy

The Fifth wheel: a observation of life

the number five sucks...... just to start things off.

2 is a happy pair..... 4 a group of friends......but five is an awkward number.

I'm beginning to see with more and more frequency that im always the fifth wheel. there's my two best friends who married each other. Now there's my brother who has met the most wonderful girl. then there's me.


just me


without a match


alone


hehe. thats funny.
Im a virgin. i know i know what a weirdo. ive had sex before but it wasnt really by choice ( thats another blog all together) And you know what. I dont care. Do you have too? No! im not straight so its not as if i need to reproduce.

well that was off topic.....back to it then

As i get older i care less and less about finding a mate ( so to speak) i have the most wonderful friends: Matt and Amanda Chavez ( its funny cause neither of them are Latin in any way) Miss Candi: the world best nurse in training who can literally spend a day in high heals (im so jelous), My brother Justin; who ive grown to see that hes been my best friend all my life. the tree branches out further from there but these are my core. my life would be empty without them.

No matter what there are times that it realy sucks to be the one alone. When we go to an amusement park and all the couples get caricatures and then its my turn i always get the same look. Or you go to a restaurant and theres five of us and they cant put you at a four person table so they have to put you at a six person table and theres always that one seat left over. Or your at a crowded movie theather and i have my bag in the seat next to me so i can be comfortable and theres always that person that asks if im saving it for someone and i have to say no.

I constantly see the couples all around me pairing off as if Noah is on his way with the ark.

am i the one left behind? am i the unicorn?

As much as it bothers me i never let anyone else know about it. I always play it off. To them im the token gay guy in the group that is always checking out the fellas, giving out my brand of advice and doing it with gay flair and a quick wit. when really............ i have no idea what im doing. I look out at the world and am completely lost. Think of me as the salmon fighting upriver to get to something, but for me im fighting up river but have no idea what im doing when i get there.

After all of that I may go home to my room alone but i spent the day with my friends so maybe im not realy alone. Maybe im more lucky than i thought. Or not... I have no fucking idea.

God im a whiny bitch.. lol

content in seclusion,
Girlina Queen of the Universe
or just a Big Silly Homo

p.s. Im not a writer. i never was. i never claimed to be. i tend to go in all directions with my blog. im sorry if sometimes its hard to follow me.