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Wednesday, February 27, 2013

2 27 2013

Thanksgiving, you guys.

I know it’s over, but please allow me to express my hatred for this holiday.

No, I do not like stuffing.
No, I do not eat turkey.
No, I do not like mashed potatoes.
No, I do not like pumpkin pie.
No, I do not like gravy.
No, I do not like turkeys.
No, I do not like brown.
No, I do not like cooking in the kitchen all day.
No, I do not like doing everyone’s dishes.
No, I do not like slaving away while the men watch television and then eat and then burp and then make me clean up their food.

Maybe that was a bit much.

Also, this photo is from Valentine’s Day.

Anyways. Mainly I’m wishing my hair was three inches longer and I weighed ten pounds less and also that the Japanese Blossom in my front yard would get those really pretty white blossoms with red edges.

Let’s talk about nerd glasses. Note to world: if you don’t need glasses, please don’t pretend like you do.

Note to hipsters: why do you insist on only occupying Provo?

Note to readers: farewell.

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Tuesday, February 26, 2013

art : 2 26 2013

Today I am posting at my other blog.

It's some high school art.

Awkward. But apparently necessary.


You can find it here.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

2 23 2013

GTFO emails.
GTFO hunger.
GTFO sour blueberries.
GTFO dry hands.

OMGZ life sometimes.

Do you hate me yet? Because I would probably hate me if I weren’t me. 

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Friday, February 22, 2013

2 22 2013

Pasta-Roni f tee dubs.
For realz though. 

Like, probably better than any pasta your little mouth has ever tasted. 

Also, Bikram Yoga. Let’s talk about that. Mother says it’s the worst just staying in the room.  I think I shall attend once school ends and I can best utilize my 21 free days. This girl is going to be eaten by zombies in a second, my friends. In a freaking second.

Gotta get that gym workout going. Worst.

Think of the kids.
And the body.
And the zombies.

Gosh. I wish TWD season 4 would be available on Amazon already.

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Thursday, February 21, 2013

2 21 2013

OMG these waffles.
But, really.

Also, am I the only one obsessed with Gossip Girl who also simultaneously dreams about a comeback season of Dawson’s Creek? 
Pear haps.
Pear halves.

At least Eine Kleine Nachtmusik sounds familiar and Jake will be here in 21 minutes, which is a maybe a sign since it’s his age as well.

Let’s talk about colored jeans for a second.

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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

2 20 2013

From the time I went to Station 13 and it was semi-gross. 
Just taking tests and trying to get through winter semester while still having a life.

If you ask a question, I’ll answer it.
In the mean time, I’m getting rid of my “anonymous” comment option, because I keep getting spam. 

The Marriage of Figaro, folks. But, not really. Contrapunctus 1.

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Friday, February 15, 2013

2 15 2013

It’s getting easier for me to tell people I don’t love them.

I imagine flying through space to be something like driving through a snowstorm at 2:14 am.

I imagine 2:14 am to be something like heaven.

If I concentrate on the wall hard enough, I can almost remember a time when me and that one boy were friends. 

If the wall concentrates on me hard enough, it can almost become the floor.

Like, this is some sort of dream.
Only I’m not committing suicide this time.
Very pristine, this night is.
Eventually it will end, but that shouldn’t foretell the future now, should it?

You know what this is about.
Only garbage that my mind is coughing up.
Underneath it all, it’s quite different now.

Is that too obvious?

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Thursday, February 14, 2013

2 14 2013

Firstly, can we remember the day of Perfect Snow? I mean seriously, look at that. It's literally like the fluffiest, lightest, most perfect snow I have ever seen in my life. Like, I can't even think of a way to describe it. 

Anyways, todays topic is: Love and Creepers. (The shoes, not the people, although I could talk about them as well.) 

This is basically just a strand of thoughts that came to me on a Sunday afternoon, so please excuse the unorganized nature of the following sentences. 

My first though was, is there such thing as “one and only”? I mean, you hear people claiming that they were made for each other all the time. But, is one person made specifically for another person? I don’t know. Because on one hand, I’m thinking that if there is such thing as “one true love”, then it probably never happens. There are so many factors in the world, it’d be crazy for everyone to find their One and Only. On the other hand, it maybe is possible. Maybe God decided that we all would have one match, and then he makes a plan for us to meet that one person. However, if that were true then there wouldn’t be so many divorces. So, my final conclusion is that there is no such thing as “one and only”. There are lots of people you can marry and spend the rest of your life with. HOWEVER, with each one of those people, you will be a different person. It’s sort of like my Slice Theory (which I can get into in a separate post). For example, I could spend the rest of my life with Johnny who likes rock music and nightly walks on University Boulevard, and that Emmy would be someone who likes to read Earnest Hemmingway and watch political television programs. Both Emmy and Johnny would be very happy and raise very happy little children, but maybe that isn’t the optimal situation. Maybe the optimal situation is for Emmy to spend the rest of her life with The Nicest Boy In The Entire World. You know? Maybe there are multiple people we can be happy with, but there is one optimal one. I don’t know. The whole thing seems really complicated. Maybe humans are more moldable than we think.

Secondly: love. Like, what the crap even is it? People claim to be in love all the time, right? Your’e in love with your junior high boyfriend, your high school boyfriend, your college boyfriend, and your husband (hopefully all at different times in life...). So, first question, is that “real” love? Because people always say it isn’t. If it isn’t, then what is “real” love? Because, half of the adults who are calling you Puppy Lovers are divorced and alone, so what do they know about it? What doesn’t anyone know about, really. Because apparently love is something that isn’t forever. Which is ironic, because diamonds are. Not technically, of course, but from a commercial point of view.

So, then arises the question of if love is a real thing. Because, it doesn’t seem to last sometimes. Or maybe those people are just not with who they are supposed to be with? Or maybe they just jump into marriage because they are mistaking their infatuation and raging hormones for love? 

Honestly, I have no idea. I just know that I don’t want to get divorced ever. But, I don’t know how to make sure that happens. I guess it’s just one of life’s many gambles. And I don’t know why my dad is on his fourth wife, well, actually I do, but I’ll save that for later as well.

Mainly, love is thrown around like a dirty hooker and I hate it.
I hate divorces.
I hate the effect on children because of divorces.
I hate absent fathers.
And absent mothers.

Hasty marriages are fine, I guess. But please, make sure you will still love them when sex is boring and dinner conversations are about the weather. Your future kids will thank you.

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P.S. My apologies for this turning into a marriage/divorce rant. Also, about the creepers: I want some.

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

2 13 2013

I was going to write about true love, but I have decided that these photographs are not representative of that topic. Therefore, it shall happen another day. 

Today’s topic is R&B and Slutty Girls.
The two aren’t related. Not really, anyways. 

R&B is so good. Like, sooooo good. U Got It Bad, Nobody, I Wanna Know, Say Goodbye.... I mean, how do you beat that? Really? And if you want to start talking about Headlines, Neighbors Know My Name, and Falsetto, just let me know.

I understand all this sexually charged music can have a negative effect on the women of today, but let’s face it, your parenting skills are having a greater effect on your daughters choice of clothing. Don’t blame it on Drake and Eminem. They’re just making a living. And no, I’m not condoning this sort of behavior, I’m simply saying R&B shouldn’t be a scapegoat for absent parents with hand make attachment disorders. 

If you want a personal R&B disc made by yours truly, shoot me and email with your address. It will be there within the week.

Now, onto part B. 
One word: “why”. Girls, please, please just tell me why. I honestly wish to understand this. Personally, I would think sex with strangers I’ve just met would make me a bit nervous, you know, considering STDs and everything. Also, please remember that teenage boys are TEENAGE BOYS. DO NOT HAVE SEX WITH THEM. THEY DO NOT LOVE YOU. I mean, there are a few cases where it’s fine, but I can not tell you how many friends I have who are no longer with their “one true love”. It’s so sad. I mean, you guys used to be so cute. 
If you will allow it, let me use Jenny Humphrey for an example. She used to be the cutest, and now she is a total creep who no one likes. In real life, and the tv show. Geez. Talk about self-fulfilling prophecies.
The ultimate goal of life is to be with someone who makes you feel like a princess every single minute of every single day. Not to wake up next to someone who doesn’t even know your birthday. Also, lets focus on adult women for a second. How many women do you know who are so glad they slept around in high school and their freshman year of college? You’ll probably only hear that from the ones with herpes and a gram of coke in their back pocket.

I take that back. It was too harsh. But, you can understand what I’m getting at.

I guess I’m maybe turning into an old woman, but mostly I just want everyone to be happy. And also I’m sort of regretting not telling people what I honestly thought about their relationships. It’s not like they would have changed anything, but at least I would have felt a little bit better. And also I’m hoping maybe someone will read this and it will motivate them to break up with their COMPLETE DOUCHE BAG BOYFRIEND. If he doesn’t open your doors and take you home when you ask it, get rid of him.

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Saturday, February 9, 2013

i'm going to lose all my followers for this

Let's be honest here, just for a second.

I am a broke, 19 year old girl who does the same three things everyday.
1.) Go to work.
2.) Go to school.
3.) Hang out with JC.

Really. There's not much more than that. My life is pretty boring, so I don't take any photos anymore.
I just don't feel like I'm doing anything anyone wants to see.

Also, pretty sure no one even reads this except for 3 people.

Probably I'll only post lame things from here on out. Such as photos of the BF. Photos taken from my car. Photos of my food. Photos of parts of my clothes.
Just stupid, stupid things that should never be seen by anyone's eyes.
They will contain words summarizing the day, or ranting about this consumeristic society we are constantly surrounded by.

Nothing you'll ever want to read.

The title of this blog is "a diary". And that is exactly what it is going to start being. I apologize in advanced if I TMI you out of this world, or ramble out something meaningless.
Just go ahead and unfollow right now. You're doing yourself a favor.

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