Mar 12, 2009 by Krysta
Newsflash: I HAVE A JOB!!!
After a month of unemployment, complaining about how miserable my life is, and uncertaintanty over how I'd pay the bills.... I'm once again employed. I start later this afternoon, so time to go get ready. It's off to work I go!
Mar 11, 2009 by Krysta
Sometimes, people just aren't very nice. Take today, for example, while I was at the gym.
I go to the gym on a near daily basis. I'm 115 lbs and therefore I'm really not there with the purpose of weight loss. I just like the way I feel after a good workout, and I believe that it's a good habit to be in for when that day comes and my metabolism comes to a halt. Since being unemployed, the time that I'd normally spend in the office has been replaced by cardio.
Anyways, back to my original point. So today, I'm at the gym just walking the track, listening to my music, doing my thing, and I pass by two ladies in their mid 30's. They are both on the heavier side, but props to them for coming to the gym and trying to get in shape. Then, clearly making sure I can hear her, one of them says to her friend "Stupid girls that come to the gym just to meet guys!". Now I'm the conflict avoiding type, but I would have loved to have turned around and gave her a piece of my mind. Is that honestly neccessary, do you feel better about yourself by trying to bring others down? Trust me lady, if I was on a mission to meet guys, I'd find some place better than the community center gym. Sweaty old men, oh baby, oh baby.
Granted, I have seen some girls that do clearly dress to impress at the gym, with their tight Lululemon pants, hoops earring and full makeup. Well, to each her own, but I'm not one of them. I go to the gym in baggy sweats and an oversized t-shirt, no makeup, and a mess of hair. 50% of the time I've literally JUST woken up and go to the gym before I do anything with my day. So I'm little, does that mean I'm not as entitled as anybody else to use the gym? How does she know that I didn't used to be 300 lbs and that a good workout routine was how I shed the weight? Now I don't normally wish bad things upon people, but I secretly hope that she has a slow metabolism and has to work EXTRA hard to see results at the gym. That will show her!
I think that I'm addicted to the internet.
It all started when I was 12 years old. I signed up for Geocities and made my very first website. I wrote about my life as a grade 6 student, how much my brother's annoyed me, how I couldn't wait to be 13... stuff that had absolutely no importance whatsoever yet I still felt the need to share with the online world.
A friend of mine convinced me to sign up for "Twitter" today and I got to thinking about how many internet communities I'm a part of... I keep in touch with friends via Facebook, Twitter, and Nexopia. I have countless blogs, because for some reason I feel the need to share my thoughts with people I've never met. I share my photos on Flickr and my videos on Youtube. I edit my photos on Picnik. I talk travel on Lonely Planet, Get Jealous, Hostel World, and Couch Surfing. I send email through Hotmail. I could probably go on. I can only imagine how many websites have my name and email address. I spend probably half of my unemployed life in front of the computer, as sad as that may be. When I wake up, I check Facebook, Flickr, Hotmail before I do anything else. I'm online so often that nothing changes. I'm constantly refreshing pages in hopes that somebody has posted new photos or updated their status, or on a lucky day...sent me a message! I'm addicted. I can admit to that.
The internet is where my friends live. I need it in my life, on a constant basis.
Feel free to stalk me some more:
Add me on Facebook: Krysta Larson
Follow me on Twitter: http://twitter.com/krystalarson
Add me Nexopia: sugarkissed
Email me on Hotmail: email@example.com
View my Photos on Flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/krystalarson/
Watch my Videos on Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/user/sugarkissed04
Read my Travel Blog: http://krystasjourney.blogspot.com
Read my Other Pointless Blog: http://infiniteblue04.blogspot.com/
Mar 8, 2009 by Krysta
I'll be the first to admit that I consume far too much chocolate. Dark chocolate, white chocolate, milk chocolate, hot chocolate, chocolate milk... I could go on, but I think you get the idea. When I'm sad, I eat chocolate and even if it's only for 30 seconds, everything is better again. I'm told that can be a sign of addiction. I don't care. I need it, every day.
Anyways...As a good little Catholic girl, it's tradition for me to give something up in the 40 days leading up to Easter. In previous years I've managed to go without television, soft drinks, even bread. This year in some insane moment of ambition I decided to give up, you guessed it.... chocolate. 11 days into Lent, and I haven't touched chocolate once. My normal breakfast of toast and Nutella, replaced with peanut butter. Yuck. My mochas, replaced with double doubles. It's been a long hard road, and I've still got 29 days. I can do this, yes I can!!
Photo taken on February 24... the last day I ate consumed chocolate.
Mar 7, 2009 by Krysta
I was in Australia when I first heard talks about this global economic recession. I brushed it aside as something that would never affect me. I was on the other side of the world, living the dream, and the economy was something I was neither concerned or opinionated about.
When I returned to my home country of frozen land Canada, I started looking for a job and found a temporary office position almost immediately. "Silly media, the economy isn't crumbling down!", I thought.
3 months later I found myself unemployed, laid off due to the economic crisis. Okay, maybe I should have listened to the warnings, saved some money, prepared myself for the reality that I may find myself without work in the near future... but in typical Krysta fashion, I had spent most of my earnings on things that I really had no use for. I couldn't help it, I had been living out of a backpack for a year, buying things and not having to carry them everywhere I went was a luxury I'd greatly missed. So there I was, without a job, having moved back into my mom's house temporarily. Well, this sucks. A month later, I'm in the same situation. I've applied to countless jobs, jobs I could never imagine myself working (A blood clinic?! I faint at the sight of blood!) in a desperate attempt to secure some form of income to pay off my incredibly maxed out credit card (Yes, Australia was a costly adventure) while continuing to make payments towards my student loan and car insurance. What do I do? Only time will tell. I've never been one to call myself responsible. If I had $5 extra right now, I'd probably go to Starbucks rather than put it aside until something important came up, you know like.. starvation. That's who I am, and as stupid as it may be, I'll never change. So I sit here applying to every job posting that I find, writing great cover letters and perfecting my resume to make it seem like I'm Super Krysta, capable of anything. I don't think the prospective employers are convinced, unfortunately, but I just have to be persistent.
In the meantime, I'm still living by my "Carpe Diem" logic. Things might be tough right now, but they could be a lot worse. As my lovely friend Kevin quotes Dory from Finding Nemo... "Just keep swimming!". The only unfortunate thing about that quote is that I never actually learnt to swim....