Bloody Dinner - (Hoping that I don't come off to much of a princess)

This post comes about as a major question: How to avoid princess tendencies, and when is it okay to be princess brat?)

Last night some friends of mine were at Chile's enjoying midiocer chain fake Mexican food. Although I will give props to their fabulous mango margaritas! We were enjoying ourselves at the bar, and as it is one of six restaurants in this tiny armpit hole I live in California it was rather busy, finally we get to sit down and order dinner.

Sharing the classic fajitas with a friend everyone orders tasty middle of the road America. When for some reason one of the dudes sitting across from decides to share this story,

"So, when I woke up this morning, my nose (which he has just had surgery on) was filled with blood."

Exact story. Period. There was nothing to that. What makes this even worse is that my steak was rather pink (which I enjoy just don't talk about anything nasty while I am devouring my meat).

I thought I was going to be sick. I excused myself to the restroom. No big deal. Maybe to vomit. Maybe to walk away without stabbing this guy in the arm...not really sure...

But in all of this I'm thinking, "Am I being a brat?" "Am I dramatizing this situation too much?" And this leads me to my next question,

"Where's the line?"

Just a Try

This blog is coming about from support from a HeatherPride (check her out at viewfromtheshortbus). She is my support, and cheerleader for crazy things, but more importantly if she's going to do something crazy she likes to have a team to join her.

So here I am. This is just a first entry. Please don't judge.

Maybe this will lead to my creative outlet that I've been searching for, or maybe it will be a book, or it could possibly become a failed attempt to reach out with creativity and wit. Whatever happens to this blog I promise that I will try with all my heart to nurture it, and let it grow.

Things to know about me before you truly invest your time into this blog:
1) I have recently become Cali by way of Midwest. Saying "Hi" to people on the street is a regular activity for me.

2) My spelling is atrocious! (I don't even know if that is correct). And with that in mind my grammar is not perfect either.

3) Sometimes I spend a little more time worrying about other people than I do myself. (This becomes evident when I have knocked a couple back. The last time I got upset I was explaining to someone how a good friend of mine lost a scholarship, and they, the listening drunk friend, just did not care enough for me. Thus making me lose it just a little bit)

4) Family and friends are truly the most important things to me. If they are doing well I am nothing but extremely excited.

5) I get excited about EVERYTHING.

These are just tidbits into this bloggers life. Trying to establish a report out there. I will be back with more adventerous tales.

But for now, thanks for tuning in.