The "Pig". The Problem.

Meet Pig.
Look at those big pig eyes. Pig has been with me now for about a year and half. Pig became a safety net for me, a piece of home, a piece of comfort, if you will. Pig and i have toured up and down the east coast.  However Pig is very deceiving in the fact that he appears so very sweet and soft with no bad intentions, but the truth is Pig if full of unresolved issues.
Ok lets get down to the nitty gritty of it all, Pig is from an ex boyfriend. Lets call this ex boyfriend "Hipster boy". Hipster Boy, was one of those boys that you wear a vail covering your eyes from seeing the real truth about them. The vail thats covering your eyes is full of flowers and butterflies, but when finally removed its false hope and disappointment you see. Unfortunately, I wore this vail which might as well been as thick as wool blanket (there was no seeing through it) for close to a year and a half. The on and off again relationship consisted of me being head over heels and him being unsure of me. During the time of him being "unsure of me" I was doing all that I could to convince him (and myself) I was the perfect girl. The details of the end don't paint me as a perfect person, nor him, but are details I am going to keep to myself for the moment. Now I have been pretty negative on Hipster boy, but he did teach me a lot about music and myself. I found that i was capable of putting some one else before me and that sometimes love really isn't enough. There were highs and lows, and I could probably write a book about the story of Hipster Boy and I, but its time to get back to Pig.
Now Mr. Southern, whom i spoke about in my last blog, has brought the issue of Pig to my attention. Is Pig really just a stuffed pig or is Pig representing me not being able to let go of Hipster Boy? I think the truth is I am over Hipster Boy but some issues still remain. So. What does a girl do? Obviously I am smitten over Mr. Southern but to fully move forward I may have to make some space in my bed. As it breaks my heart Pig will be replaced, currently I am trying out new options but I have not found the right fit just yet. It will be a bitter sweet day when I find something that is just as soft, with a large head and small body, that will soothe me into a sweet slumber.

You can take the girl out of the wild but you cant take the wild out of the girl.

I will never be one to say that my past is squeaky clean. Ok honestly speaking its not even close. I like to think I live my life head strong and with passion. Some would maybe refer to my passion as vodka, considering vodka is what usually puts the passion into my behavior. Now I am going to skip some of the gory details of my some what questionable behavior and maybe at some point go back to crucial stories that may possible explain who I am (or the ones that are just too fun to not share).
So over the past 4 months I have begun dating the sweetest most attentive boy I have every met. Lets call him Mr. Southern. He is the guy that opens car doors for you, brings you your favorite flowers just because, and tells you how amazing you are on a daily basis. AH Mr. Southern is quite the catch. Now since him and I have started dating I have pretty much put my wild ways on the back burner, that is until this past Saturday. Good old party girl Taryn was in full swing.
The day started out very tame with a workout, with my personal trainer. I got ready and it was time to head to Oysterfest in Peidmont park (OOOO and in case you weren't sure where I was these days im residing in Atlanta, Ga currently). Of course to my distaste (ie also my fault) we were showing up to the event 2 hrs in, so what does one do? They drink to catch up of course! So one Double Bloody Mary settled me into the crowd; now where if I was sober I would be frantic at the fact we were all packed in like sardines. Two vodka and sugar free red bulls had me picture crazy and swaying with the crowd to a Beatles cover band. Two more vodka and whatever my mixers were at this point had me dancing like I was the next lead in Step up 8. Ahhh and now the Coffee flavored energy drink and vodka shot had me stumbling and speaking in a high pitch voice that I do (Obviously me reverting back to my Snow White days). At this point I should have been cut off and taken home. But no that 80s covered band started and the Taryn show was on. Natalie, my partner in crime, and I  were off to the stage to help belt Bon Jovi and Madonna. We were on fire, little sex kittens, at least this is what I thought in my head. The pictures later proved I just looked like a hot mess on stage with some middle aged 80's cover band. Now this next part...Mom if you are reading this I would stop. My bladder is that of an 80 year old women and mixing that with the amount of liquor I had, well I was escaping to the bathroom every 20 minutes. Mr. Southern being the gentleman he is offered to accompany me to the other bathroom he had found where there was no line. So off we went, now some where between releasing my bladder and wanting to get back to the dance floor we had a quickie in a public bathroom. I would normal be appalled at this behavior but I guess I would have to remember it to have that reaction. Ah yes I was in full swing.
It took him some convincing to get me out of Oysterfest and not to head to the next bar. I was in bed and asleep by ten. Lets say the next morning was not a pretty sight. And the Valentines Day plans I had put together at a local winery were cancelled due to well me.
So I guess its true you can take the girl out of the wild but you cant take the wild out of the girl.

And So It Begins.

Where does one begin when choosing to start a blog?
I guess an explanation of why at 25 I am seeking an outlet to find myself.
For most of my life I have been an enthusiast of whatever it is at that point I have made my "Ultimate Goal". For the past 3 and a 1/2 years I have spent my time living the life of a gypsy in the film industry. Most times its hard for people to keep track of where I am and what I am currently working on. For an example this year alone (with it only now being February 7th) I have worked in three different states on three entirely different projects. Exciting right? Sure.

Maybe gallivanting up and down the east coast just isn't enough excitement for me. So I have decided to finally take the trip I have been talking about taking since i was ten. Europe. Watch out!

I guess you can say I have decided to make this place (i.e. my blog space) where I come and tell my stories as I get ready to face the real world. (and miss Amanda Tucker maybe has given me the inspiration and courage to finally start writing again... don't worry you will be hearing all about miss Tucker).