Victoria Grace Nation

While reading some of the old posts I’ve made on my old blog, I realized how much I’ve changed. It’s funny looking at the power of time. How it can dilute feelings of humiliation, hurt, and torment into a piece of humble, non-existent breath of air. It has managed to sift through my laughter, my joys, my winning possessions and pieced them together into a mosaic of happy memories.


Amidst the days of packing, unpacking and sifting through the relics that have defined my life over the short 20+ years, I came across a small package of memoirs. In a sudden flash I was transported back to a place of pure bliss, as well as a place of misery. My first boyfriend. My best friend.


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I just spent the past hour, editing an old post I made 2 years ago and was planning on re-posting it. Re-reading the post made me realize how much I’ve grown and changed since 2006. Reading the old post inspired me to stroll down Memory Lane. Back to all the sweet things that guys have done for me and made me croon, melt, or a simple Awww!

1) Heart Burger| He worked night shift at McDonalds. He called me at midnight and asked me if I wanted a midnight snack. He came by my house after his shift at 3am, and brought me McDicks take-out. I still remember groggily going out there in my PJ’s and taking the distinctive brown paper bag and slammed the door in his face, shoved the bag in the fridge and went back to sleep. I woke up to a heart shaped burger, a cutom made salad with whole-wheat crumbs and orange juice.

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I just spent the last few hours…okay watching Heroes and helping my Mother with some stuff. But I came home to people moving furniture around my room and my room is completely and totally different. I will update back in a bit. Now I must sleep.

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My room looks awesome, don’t get me wrong, but it remains that I can’t find shit batman! The next room is lined with boxes of my books, stationery, underwear, dirty clothes and all the other things that my family decided to pack up while they annihilated my room to bits and pieces and put them back together like Humpty Dumpty. I seriously feel as though I’ve moved to another house.

I spent the better part of my rainy, chilly, (and did I mention dreary?) Saturday NOT with N and his friend shopping my (square-ish) ass off, but I was home with sore wrists catching last season and this season’s Gossip Girl. Okay so I watch it not for the hot guys (god/buddha/deity of your choice bless Chase Crawford and his baby blues), I watch it for the snappy, right through the heart, script and of course the to-die-for clothes that everybody seem to wear.


Hour after hour, I sat in my chair, sipping on hot tea, with my pink baby blankey over my lap for warmth. I laughed, I furrowed my brows, I maybe awwed a bit, but nonetheless I wasted my Saturday shoving unnecessary food down my throat, while I corrupted my already tainted mind with thoughts of the rich, the scandalous, and the possible passion that is currently lacking in my uneventful, mundane of a life. Hmm…somethings wrong.


So after a long, hot shower just now, I did some self reflecting. My soap opera worthy life’s most wanted wish has come true. I am now officially boring as fuck! My life is boring! How wonderful! I sit here on a Saturday night, typing this away, while most of my wild and wonderful friends are feeding their alcoholic and caffeinated addictions, they are indulging in sweaty, skin-to-skin contact with other much hormonal raging members of our society and I am here. WOW.


Okay, not because I’m getting old. I refuse to succumb to that idea. But in fact, I have to be in Seattle early tomorrow morning and until the wee hours of the night. So no post for Sunday. So see! It’s not THAT bad. Okay let me go live in denial.


I’m out.


-VG

Kate Spade bags, Brooks Brothers shirts, Forever21 clothes, Jessica Simpson pumps, Denim jeans, Faith Connextion shirts, more BCBG things to add to my endorsed closet! ACK. What to do?!?!?! o.O


Then the possibility of a little 3-way rapefest?! A poor girl being stuck in the middle of another country?! Geez
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I called Rogers Wednesday for the umpteenth time this week hoping a few things would happen

1) Get through instead of holding for 45+ minutes.
2) Talking to a representative who was NOT an imbecile (mind the harsh French) instead.

Wednesday was my lucky day because that’s when I “met” David, a totally awesome Rogers phone representative.

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Nation. (definition taken here)

1. A relatively large group of people organized under a single, usually independent governme

nt; a country.

2. The territory occupied by such a group of people: All across the nation, people have a severe case of chafing buttocks syndrome.

3. A people who share common customs, origins, history, and frequently language; a nationality: “Historically, Victoria was known as a person who wanted to create a nation where half naked men served wine and cheese on gold platters and laundry was warm all the time.”

— end definition—

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Welcome to WordPress.

This is the first post I’ll always remember. Up at 2am wondering why the FUCK would my domain go to some advertising parking ad for my web provider. Oh yes until I finally sent them a message and they magically made it go away. HA to you!