Sunday, December 30, 2012

Sorry about the blogging hiatus...

Sorry guys! I have definitely been on a bit of a hiatus and neglected this blog... My bad. BUT! I'm back! :) A lot has happened while I have been gone, but here are a few things that have caught my attention/made me really happy/made me cry etc.

    Adam Lanza shot and killed his mother, 6 staff members and 20 elementary students at Sandy Hook elementary school in Newtown, Connecticut. This horrendous act of violence ricocheted through the country, and shrouded the nation in a tangible darkness. Communities were devastated and a small, quiet, peaceful New England community was ripped from their holiday festivities and thrown into a state of mourning a few mere weeks before Christmas.  Heaven gained many young and beautiful angels on that fateful day. Gifts were left unopened as families grieved this holiday season.
     I cannot even fathom the emotions the people in that community are feeling, and my heart goes out to them. The Parent Teacher Student Association of Connecticut have asked for snowflakes to place in the school to create a "Winter Wonderland" for the students to return to in January, and I think that is such a wonderful idea. Any sort of happiness or normalcy for those students I can only imagine would be appreciated. Children need to feel safe and loved at school and that's what the members if of the PTSA were hoping these snowflakes would bring for these terrified children. If you would like to get creative and festive and send a snowflake to the PTSA their address is:
Connecticut PTSA
60 Connolly Parkway, Building 12, Suite 103
Hamden, CT 06514

I also turned 20 during my hiatus, but alas, I am not going to change the name of my blog yet, so the "Teenage Bits" part is definitely a lie now. (I had a fantastic birthday, though, in case you were wondering.)

I had a wonderful Christmas and even went with Darling to meet his family in Kansas yesterday, so all in all I have had a very blessed holiday season. I wish you and yours a very New Year and sincerely hope you had a wonderful Christmas, Hanukkah, Festivus, Kwanza , or whatever you celebrate.

Drop by the comments and tell me about your holiday, blog friend! :)

Saturday, November 24, 2012

A thankful heart is a happy heart.

This is how I feel right now. I am so blessed. I have a boyfriend who loves me, and a family that cares. I have friends that mean the world to me. Life is good. God is good. I don't have a ton of stuff, but I am so rich in blessings. I love this feeling.

Darling took me out to dinner last night for our date night and got me a Japanese soda. It is seriously as cool if not cooler than I am. Anyway, it has a marble stuck in the top and you put a plastic piece in the top and hit it and it pushes the marble down in there and opens the soda. SO. COOL. I got the melon flavor. Good choice on my part. :)

This has been pretty short, but that's all I've got for today.. Here's a panda gif! :)

Saturday, November 17, 2012


I want it.
I sure do.
Really though, how adorable are baby hedgehogs?  I know nothing about them, but I have baby fever and I want one. I will buy him shiny things and name him Marvel. I just want a pet to cuddle with and carry around in the palms of my hands.

So, after some extensive google-ing I still know nothing about them... I have a friend with one, maybe she'll impart some hedgehog knowledge unto me.

Hedgehogs are expensive. 

Maybe I can rope my family into getting me one for my Christmas/Birthday present. One of the perks of having a birthday 8 days before Christmas is everyone feels bad that you seem to get jipped and sometimes you get bigger things because of it.

Holy cow that sounded spoiled...

If any of you would like to contribute to my spoiled-ness, however, I would really love a hedgehog named Marvel with a glittery, blue bow...

Sunday, November 11, 2012

I just think it should be known

that I am reading Football for Dummies (USA Edition), because I realize I'm an embarrassment to mankind when I have to ask what the Quarterback is...
Is this even legal?

 The first sentence on the site is "American football is about trying to make points by passing, carrying, or kicking an oblong ball (with two pointed ends) into your opponent's end zone." Ok, come on. I am not that bad. I know what a football is.
For real

 This is harder than I thought. Something about the other team getting a safety... I thought that was a position...??? Football is hard. What the heck does all of this crap mean?
This is me right now...

I'm even drawing diagrams to try and figure out what the heck all of this means... Maybe Darling will explain it the next time we watch a game and I can take notes... I feel like that would be a better idea.  BUT Darling and I played catch last night, and I'm pretty decent if I do say so myself. :)
I feel like trying to teach me football is like trying to get me to play in the dirt. Princesses don't do that nonsense.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

I think I'm smiling so hard my face is going to break.

I AM HAVING SUCH A GOOD WEEK! I really think sometimes I just need to write about how thankful I am for the truly awesome things God has put in my life. So, that is what today is. :)

First,  MY FINANCIAL AID/SCHOLARSHIP IS BEING PROCESSED FOR SCHOOL! Finally! I've had some issues with my paperwork for the past three months, but someone pulled their head out of their rear and fixed it for me! :))) This is exciting because it's one more semester I am not in debt. It's going to be processed late, which is not my fault, and will cost me about $70, but it's getting processed and that is all that matters to me at this moment.

Second, I have an amazing boyfriend. I am so blessed. I know lots of girls do those ridiculous "OH EM GEE I AM SO IN LOVE" posts, but that's not what this is. A little (***Edit, a BIG) bit of back story on my relationship with Darling: we met in middle school. Well, he was a Freshman and I was in eighth grade. Like, acne ridden; giant, yield sign shaped, frizzy, blonde hair; patterned jeans days of middle school. Not my most shining moment. We met at a football game and he "stole" my cell phone. You know, that ridiculously childish game where a guy takes something and the girl flirts to get it back. Admit it. We have all done it. Anyway, we went to several middle school and varsity football games together and I even watched him play some Freshman games. He was my first kiss. We tried the whole dating thing and it just didn't work out. I got hurt and retaliated and didn't speak to him for several months.

Insert The First Long-Term Boyfriend I Ever Had (we shall call him "Allen" because that's my last name, and I am running out of clever and creative pseudo names). "Allen" and I dated for a little bit in eighth grade, but we were better friends because he was going to be home-schooled for his freshman year. We off-and-on dated until the end of sophomore year and then dated for around two years until my Freshman year in college. While all this was going on, Darling and I would still talk and hangout. There were many nights where we would talk from 8 in the evening until 2, 3, or 4 in the morning and then get up and go to school the next day. It was never dirty or crass, just two kids getting to know one another and developing a friendship that would last quite some time. We went to some movies and football games in high school, but could never really get the hang of dating. I don't mean for this to sound rude, but he just wasn't ready for a relationship, and I wasn't ok with "friends that kiss" (not to be confused with "friends with benefits").

I tried to do the whole "friends that kiss" thing, but I hated it, and I hated myself for trying. I would get hurt when he would talk about other girls he was thinking about dating, and he really, truly had no idea he was hurting me. I want to make that extremely clear. He never even had an inkling that he was slowly killing me. I made sure he thought I was ok with it. After an incident Darling and I got into a HUGE fight, and I swore I would never speak to him again. Then I started dating "Allen" exclusively and completely lost touch with Darling for almost two years.

It was miserable not being able to talk to a guy that I had been so close with for so long. I hated not being able to call and ask how he was, or what college he wanted to go to, or what he wanted to do with his life. I was watching him slowly disappear from my life like sidewalk chalk in the rain. After "Allen" and I broke up for good, Darling sent me a text out of the blue. He used to do that a lot. It was like he always knew when I was upset and needed someone to be on my side. He had been in a relationship with a girl for the past year, and they were happy. I was truly happy that he had found someone that made him happy. It was then that I realized our friendship was too great to ruin with my pride. We talked a few times in the months after that, but nothing serious.

Several months after that Jacob and his girlfriend broke up. He was upset, as he should have been. They had been together a long time. We decided to meet for coffee a few nights later. Seeing him for the first time in so long was really great. I hadn't realized how much I missed him. We had both grown up so much from those first few years that we hardly knew each other anymore. We met a few more times, and the rest really kind of fell into place. God put him back in my life as a sweet little reminder that His timing is sovereign. We tried to make it work ourselves, but all I needed to do was wait. I don't know what God has in store for us, but I do know that I am completely in awe of the wonderful man God has blessed me with. I'm not the most patient person, but I am more than willing to wait and see what the future holds for us. He really is the greatest guy. Several of my friends have not been super supportive of us because of the way the past went, and honestly, you can say "people don't change" as much as you want, but it really is amazing what time and maturity can do to people. We're both completely different, and I really thank God for that. :)

Third, and finally, I'm no longer sick, which makes me want to do the happy dance. I feel like I have enough energy to power all the houses that got hit by Sandy. I am so in love with my life right now I can hardly stand it.


^^^ That's what my happy dance looks like.

Sunday, October 28, 2012

Today I am sick.

I really hate writing when I'm sick for multiple reasons. The main reason I hate this so much is, I'm extremely whiny. I hate being whiny, because I know I have such an incredibly large amount of things to be thankful for, but I really find it hard to embrace that when I can't breathe. Right now I have strep throat that has also manifested itself into some sort of cold thing as well. It feels like there is fire in my throat and an elephant on my chest. I am a fairly healthy person. I don't get sick too often and when I do it usually isn't very serious. I thank God this is the case. I have so much to be thankful for, and I know I forget to be thankful. I have good vision, I can speak, I even lead music at a church for a while, I can walk, I have a roof over my head, and a job. I have all these things to be thankful for, but I'm focused on the snot in my nose and the pain in my throat.

I just want to be thankful. I want to express everyday how much I truly care for all the things in my life, but in reality I fall short of that every single day. Darling likes to tease me about my whiny voice, but it really is true. I am indeed kind of a whiner. When I'm not getting my way I inflect the tone of my voice depending on the situation and try to get my way by simply being more persuasive than I was before, which really is not right. I can't believe I do this, but I do. All the time.

I hope I'm not the only person that feels this way, but I really am trying to be more thankful.

Honestly though, I'm sick, and I feel awful.


Saturday, October 20, 2012

Oh Today,

After lunch today I got a headache. I mean it is by no means terrible, but I keep making the oh-my-gosh-why-is-this-light-so-freaking-BRIGHT face... Not attractive, and attractive clients have been walking in front of my door for like 20 minutes. I'm in here silently praying that they don't come in because I look like this:

 I also got the weirdest paper cut EVER today! I picked up three packages of paper and went to balance them on my hip, and all of a sudden, I got that slicing pain on my wrist. It isn't even on my hands. It is on my wrist. Who gets paper cuts on their wrists?! And really, who needs their right hand?
This guy is my hero
I heard somewhere, and by somewhere I mean Pinterest, that if you're bloated you should drink more water. Which really made no sense to me, but the more I think about it, the more it kind of makes sense. If your body is retaining water, it must be because you don't have enough in your system, right? Anyway. I've drank four of those 16.9 oz Nestle water bottles since 9 o'clock this morning and have yet to need to use the bathroom... Maybe I did need this water... The more water I drink the worse my headache gets... What is this  black magic?!

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Ask and ye shall getit.

Ummm... Guess who asked her grandmother for spaghetti tacos and was rewarded with a "sure, I'll try it?" THIS GIRL! SO STOKED! Also, I was still a child when iCarly first came on. Don't judge me.
This is me right now.
Also, I have decided that, to help my New Mexican friend, I am going to rewrite the story of her birth, because she's too old. ;) I hope she reads this... Anyhooooo....

On the twentieth day of February, 1992, she was born in the world's sixth most massive country, the Commonwealth of Australia. She was born in the equatorial region of northern Queensland in the home of a dear family friend to traveling parents. Because of this abnormal birth circumstance, her birth was never recorded until she attempted to gain American citizenship in 1997. Her parents adamantly expressed the day they celebrated as her birthday and were persistent that she was only five years old. To this day she still thinks about what life might have been like if her parents would have tried to raise her in her original aborigine lifestyle, and also wonders how old she really, truly is.

Again, I really hope she reads this, because I love her...
This is how I show affection.
 So, SOMEONE at work refuses to close the coffee creamer and sugar containers. GROSS! WE'RE GOING TO GET ANTS! Let's face it people, ants are nasty. Shut the containers when you're finished. It takes less than two seconds.

Let's just take a moment and think about how nasty ants are.
Yesterday it POURED.  I was legitimately concerned that God had decided to flood the Earth again because He decided we were too far gone. Good thing He promised he wouldn't do that... With rainbows and whatnot.. But anyway, Darling had taken me downtown and we got so sopping wet it was ridiculous. We looked like drowned rats, but it was THE most fun I have had in such a long time! :) It was great.
This wasn't my town, but it probably could have been...
Have a fantastic Sunday! Glitter on lovelies!


Saturday, October 6, 2012

So, I hear you like hodge podge...

Well. I wanted to write an AWESOME  blog post today, and then I realized I had no direction. I decided a jumbled post full of gifs and random thoughts would do the trick. After I made this grand plan, I realized that's what most of my posts are, and I threw my hands in the air and realized I needed more glitter on my nails. 
I recently went shopping while I was sad… I’m not sure of other people have this problem, but I do. Sometimes I think retail therapy should be a legally accepted medical treatment covered by insurance. Anyway, I bought an awesome Deux Lux wallet that is like this weird plastic kind of material… Kind of like patent leather, except the cheap stuff, whatever, it’s shiny and covered with pink and purple glitter. (See what I mean? I wasn’t kidding about this glitter obsession of mine.)
Also, while I was shopping I got four new bottles of nail polish. I got two Essie colors, one Nina, and an Oh So Wet! top coat… This Nina color is called “opal elegance,” and it might just be the best thing to ever happen to me, not that I’m dramatic or anything…. Really though, it’s great. It has a ton of little pieces of glitter that actually paint onto your nails. You don’t have to glob it on to get the glitter to get off the brush. I’m sure most people would only need one coat of glitter, but look at that wallet… I’m far from the average consumer. I usually use four super thin coats. It’s like I have a mini disco ball on each finger. Seriously, it’s fantastic. I also really like the Oh So Wet! top coat because it adds another layer of shine. It makes your nails almost look like glass, or ice. I like it a lot as well. I have a thing for Essie. That would probably be my favorite brand of nail polish. It only takes two coats to get a great color, and it dries relatively quickly. All in all to do two coats of Essie color, four coats of glitter, and a top coat takes less than 20 minutes. :D

Aaaaaaaand, enough of my shopping addiction. In my French class in college, we’re talking about music, and the different meanings it has for different cultures. We listened to a song sung in French by Cali called Pensons a l’avenir. It really is a beautiful song. When translated the title means “believe in the future.” The song talks about the daily life of this couple, and the little struggles of learning to adapt your way of life to accommodate living with your partner. I love it so much. Here’s the YouTube link: it’s live, so bare with it, but really it’s a pretty good song :)
When I realize a song is in another language...

That’s all I really have time for so, here is a gif of a panda on a slide in the snow :))


I got all my pictures from Tumblr or Google 

Sunday, September 30, 2012

Well... This is seriously dismal...

The older I get, the more I listen to those around me. As I listen, I hear heart wrenching stories of lost love, broken families, and petrified children. This breaks my heart. Children are being exposed to situations younger and younger, and it literally pains me. Listening to stories of children being afraid for the lives of those around them, based on decisions being made by those who are supposed to be the “adults” in the situation, infuriates me. A child should not have to say “No, Daddy, I’m not getting in the car with you because you have been drinking.” What is this world we live in?

When did this become the norm? When did children become the buffer in relationships? When did marriage become such a joke? What is a functional relationship? I’m in a relationship, and I am so incredibly happy. There are days I feel like I might just explode from it. That being said, sometimes I feel like I might not even want to get married… Ever.

As far back as I can remember I have wanted to be a wife and a mom. I want to be a teacher, and then come home to a house and cook dinner for my husband and children. I want to put my children to bed and grade my papers. I have all these goals, but honestly I feel like marriage has become a ritual. It doesn’t mean what it used to, and I don’t know if I want to even be a part of it.

I’m sorry this is so dismal, but I’m really just having a tough time with this today.


Sunday, September 23, 2012

Honey Badger gon' kill someone.

I seriously get so incredibly frustrated when people do not follow through with what they're supposed to do. It's your job, as a human, to take care of yourself. You can do it. Pull up your big kid panties and realize it is no one's job to make sure you do all the things you are supposed to. If you work in an office, it's your job to go to work. No one will get in trouble for that except you. If you have things written down on a calendar, it is not the responsibility of anyone but you to read said calendar. When you get a work schedule it is your job to figure out when you work! UGH!













I also think it should be known that halfway through looking for angry gifs I realized I wasn't angry anymore because these are so freaking funny.


Saturday, September 22, 2012

Don't hate me if we don't agree, Boo. :)

I have been interested in politics since my sophomore year in high school when I attended a Missouri Congressional session, and by interested, I mean I wanted to jump in head first and learn all I could about how to make this country great. Everything that went on that day fascinated me. I argued with my first lobbyist, and won my argument I might add. I got to watch voting take place, and even get introduced to the floor. Then to finish off the day I got to climb into the capitol dome and look out at the river from the highest point in the building. It was almost magical. It was all so new and different than what we’re taught in school.

That being said, since this is a year that is divisible by four, it’s election year. It’s also the first year I’ve been old enough to vote, thus making it the first year I’ve actually put some thought and research into the actual presidential candidates. I’m about 76% sure most people aren’t happy with President Obama, but the thought of Paul Ryan as a Vice President terrifies me. That being said, I know that’s not popular opinion, but it’s mine, and to me, my opinion is pretty important. I was always told to write about things that are important to me, and what’s more important to me than my important opinions, so here this is. Sorry if you’re offended, that was honestly, 100% not my intention in writing this.
The first thing that bothers me about Paul Ryan, is the fact that he blatantly lies on his website in his biography section. In the very first paragraph on his biography page it says “Currently serving his 7th term as a Member of Congress, Paul works to address the many important issues affecting Wisconsin residents and serve as an effective advocate for the 1st Congressional District” He is claiming to “serve as an effective advocate” for his district, but if you go to the home page of his website (—which is where I’ve gotten this information) it shows a chart of the things that have come up for vote concerning his state, and how he has voted on each. Of the three votes that are actually listed, he has declared that he is NOT even going to vote. How can you claim to be effectively advocating the people that voted for you and put their political faith in you, if you aren’t even voting? No matter the circumstances, as an elected official, it is your job to vote for the people. You get paid to do so. By accepting a paycheck, you are declaring that you are providing a service. What service are you providing if you aren’t even voting for your district?
In an article by the Atlas society titled Paul Ryan and Ayn Rand’s Ideas: In the Hot Seat Again, Ryan is quoted saying “But the reason I got involved in public service, by and large, if I had to credit one thinker, one person, it would be Ayn Rand. And the fight we are in here, make no mistake about it, is a fight of individualism versus collectivism.” Ryan is also quoted saying some of Ayn Rand’s works are “required reading in my office for all my interns and my staff.”
In case you don’t know, Ayn Rand was a Russian-born writer that published many works, such as “The Fountainhead” and “Atlas Shrugged.” Ayn Rand was openly opposed to both Mysticism and Collectivism in writing, and therefore considered herself more of a European Writer. On the Website (exact link, there is a direct quote from Ayn’s book “The Virtue of Selfishness” in which she states:
 “The proper method of judging when or whether one should help another person is by reference to one’s own rational self-interest and one’s own hierarchy of values: the time, money or effort one gives or the risk one takes should be proportionate to the value of the person in relation to one’s own happiness.
To illustrate this on the altruists’ favorite example: the issue of saving a drowning person. If the person to be saved is a stranger, it is morally proper to save him only when the danger to one’s own life is minimal; when the danger is great, it would be immoral to attempt it: only a lack of self-esteem could permit one to value one’s life no higher than that of any random stranger. (And, conversely, if one is drowning, one cannot expect a stranger to risk his life for one’s sake, remembering that one’s life cannot be as valuable to him as his own.)
If the person to be saved is not a stranger, then the risk one should be willing to take is greater in proportion to the greatness of that person’s value to oneself. If it is the man or woman one loves, then one can be willing to give one’s own life to save him or her—for the selfish reason that life without the loved person could be unbearable.”
According to that quote, moral obligation is only necessary when extended to those you love, or when your risk is minor. If this thought process is then extended to the United States government, who is to say what is or is not a “substantial risk”? Will this thought process then be extended to the national budget? If so, that will most definitely affect most, if not all, social programs in the United States. That terrifies me.

 I’m not ashamed to admit I am a scholarship student in college. I do not have in the upwards of $20,000 a year to spend on everything from books to housing to food. I don’t make that in a year, let alone have it to throw around. I knew from the moment I stepped into Willard High school for the first time on that sweltering August day in 2007, that if I wanted to go to college I was going to have to apply for scholarships and federal grants. Federal grants and federal scholarships are a form of social program. If those get cut because they are “too great a risk” on the financial situation of the country, I lose my ability to go to school and am in quite the financial pickle.  
            According to a U.S. News article entitled Paul Ryan is far From an Ayn Rand Prodigy by Lauren Fox, Fox quotes an interview for the National Review in which Ryan says “It's an atheist philosophy. It reduces human interactions down to mere contracts and it is antithetical to my worldview," Paul said. "If somebody is going to try to paste a person's view on epistemology to me, then give me Thomas Aquinas, Don't give me Ayn Rand.” Ryan speaks of Ayn Rand on two different occasions and gives two very different answers about how she ha changed his views on politics and public service. In the latter part of the quote he said he would rather be compared to Thomas Aquinas, who, according to the Stanford Encyclopedia of Philosophy was a thirteenth century theologian that distinguished the difference between theology and philosophy. Aquinas is often cited by philosophers for this reason. The Stanford Encyclopedia Quotes him saying “… the believer and the philosopher consider creatures differently. The philosopher considers what belongs to their proper natures, while the believer considers only what is true of creatures insofar as they are related to God, for example, that they are created by God and are subject to him, and the like.” (Summa contra gentiles, bk II, chap. 4) The views of Ayn Rand, however, greatly differ, so which Paul Ryan quote do we believe to be his moral compass? How do we know where he stands?
I know this all sounds like I’m picking on the Republican Party, and I promise I’m not. Believe me; I have my issues with Democrats as well. I don’t like how large companies are running this country and the unconstitutional ideas that presents. I feel like the government has created a monster they no longer know how to tame. That being said, I still place the blame on the government. I don’t feel like it’s the job of the people to be sacrificed for the appeasement of this beast created by government and big business. I don’t like how The Checks and Balances system was put into place to keep one branch of government from becoming too powerful, and instead of adhering to that constitutional principle, the branches are going around each other and finding loopholes to the policy. I hate that I feel like I’m voting in vain. I’m disgusted that the corruption this government has achieved has only been attained through standing on the faces of anyone who gets in your way. That’s not my mentality. I loathe the feeling that I get when I use someone to gain a higher position in life. How can something that started off with such good intentions turn into such a disgustingly powerful entity that is has essentially been ruined?
I don't know who I'm going to vote for yet, and honestly it isn't anyone's business but my own, but I know I'm going to have a hard time either way. Right now I don't feel comfortable with either party.
Sorry this is so heavy and controversial, and kudos if you read all the way to the end! 
Love Love Love <3

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Pinterest will be the death of me.

Makes sense to me! lol

I'm not sure if I have voiced my addiction to Pinterest on here or not, but it is definitely there. For example, see that pretty, little Relatable Post up there? I laughed so hard at that this morning at work I snorted Pumpkin Spice Latte out of my nose. It wasn't pretty. Or easy to clean up. I could have drowned in that latte people.

In all seriousness though, I really like Pinterest, and have found a lot of neat stuff that I never would have even thought about. If you have a pinterest, you should follow mine, I'll follow back ;)

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Rainy Rainy Days :)

I love the rain. I love everything about it. It replenishes our nasty, dry dirt plots we call yards, AND it makes the outside smell wonderful. (If you know me, you probably remember my distaste for the smell of outside… I hate it) I love the smell of rain and wet grass, not so much wet people, so that’s kind of a downer on the smell radar.

An exaggerated version of my backyard

The rain is making my internet connection slow. Wah. It’s super frustrating. It probably doesn’t help that the computer I’m using is ancient… Speaking of ancient things, Dear AOL, etiquette* not “etiquitte” (ß isn’t a word). I’m not even sure why I still have an AOL, other than… Well… I don’t want to have to change everything. I’ve had an AOL account since the third grade and I’m not about to change it now. As soon as they go under I’ll make a new one… I also don’t understand the people that have multiple email accounts, because I can hardly keep up with one. Let’s face it, I do a pretty poor job of ever checking that one.

How I feel about the internet in general 98% of the time
One thing about rain that I absolutely hate though is the sense of entitlement people seem to get when it starts to rain. Listen here Boo, honey badger don’t care that you think you’re gonna melt. You are not. You will be fine. When you show up to my office do not drive up on my sidewalk to drop off your wife. She may find it endearing, but I find it obnoxious, and I’ll slit your tires.

Don't drive on my sidewalk

Another ridiculous rain fact: it makes my hair grow. I’m not talking length… It becomes a rather large creature on the top of my head. I tend to feed it bobby pins I won’t find for days after… Bobby pins have a tendency to get lost and then reappear in my hair. For example, I put ONE bobby pin in my hair yesterday, and when I went to bed, I found four… What?!

Probably accurate...

Have any awesome, or blah for that matter, rain stories? :) I’d love to hear them!

Saturday, September 8, 2012

I ALMOST caved

and created a Tumblr. I did not make one, but I seriously thought about it. I don't think it would be that bad to have one, but I dissed it for so long I can't really justify making one now.

Sometimes I feel like I'm just spinning my wheels on this blog, because, well, no one reads it. I love blogging, but I hate that I feel like I'm getting nowhere. so, dear reader, if you're out there, please comment, or follow, or  visit my page so I at least feel like I'm not writing all of these posts in vain.

This is how I feel right about now.
 I had to give a speech in my Public Speaking class on Thursday, and the pet peeve I chose was people being rude to receptionists, and mouth-breathing...... It was quite the success. I'm pretty proud of my performance.

If you're tired of my obnoxiously long posts, check out my instagram or twitter >kaelynthepaige<

Sunday, September 2, 2012

I NEED a tiara.

Ok... Need may be a bit dramatic, but days like today seriously make me want to dust off the old Prom Queen tiara and wear it proudly all over town. And curse like a sailor. I think that would be a nice touch. *that was some heavy sarcasm friends* I just want to buy a container of glitter and start throwing it on the ground and scream at people that get angry and tell them I'm a freaking princess and I can't walk on un-glittered ground. Is that dramatic? Oh well...

I also really want to go get a pedicure. And have my hair cut. And straightened. I just want to be pampered DANGGIT!!! Maybe I'll go home and make Little rub my feet, and brush my hair, and possibly massage my head.

This is going to be me, Boo.
Darling is out of town, which is a major downer and a half. He went to the KState game with his father and is having a blasty-blast, so I guess that's great for the two of them... But I don't like this whole being-off-in-another-state garbage. By the way congrats to KState fans for that lovely win over Mizzou last night.

In other news. I'm going to buy a big, poofy dress and wear it around my house while I clean and do other mundane household activities. Like homework. How much better would homework be if you were dressed up like Cinderella?
Perfectly acceptable princess dress