If the whole world was blind
how many people would you impress?
-Boonaa Mohammed
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Monday, January 21, 2013
Ch-ch-ch-Changes
Ok...check out the fish!
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Cheesy, but kinda awesome.
Ok just been kinda bored today so this is what happened.
Oh and check this out:
tylerknott.com
He writes some of the simplest, most beautiful poems. I could read them all day.
I kinda did.
Love.
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Cheesy, but kinda awesome.
Ok just been kinda bored today so this is what happened.
Oh and check this out:
tylerknott.com
He writes some of the simplest, most beautiful poems. I could read them all day.
I kinda did.
Love.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Dear Hormones: You Suck, Please Shut Up and Leave Me Alone. Sincerely, Women Everywhere
Warning: The Following Post was/is being written under the influence of slightly crazy hormonal imbalanceness caused by dear Aunt Flow. Read with caution.
You know that song that pops into your head whenever 'girl problems' arise? You know the one right? I can't be the only girl who's(whose? neither one looks right at the moment) mind makes a beeline for...wait for it...Picture Sarah Jessica Parker looking fabulous, being waited on hand and foot and singing:
'I Enjoy Being A Girl!'
Freaking liar.
I'm not the only one who gets that picture right? It must have been an add or something, probably for some "super-duper-amazing-tampons-that-make-you-want-to-dance-around-with-a-ridiculous-smile-on-your-fake-painted-face."
Seriously. I'm pretty sure a man wrote that song. Where did it come from anyway? Basically I only know that line...and I always sing it in my head like this:
"I Freaking HATE Being A Girl!"
Okay so it's not completely true. I mean what's not to like about being a girl? I mean who doesn't want to bleed for a week every month, cry their eyes out for the week before that, and be bipolar during and a few days after? Sounds like a party!
Hormones are the devil. They are like these little, ity-bity guys sitting in a command center having a freaking dance party on the buttons that control your emotions and laughing manically when you cry for no reason or go from ridiculously happy to irritated with the world in 2.5 seconds. Then when they finally get themselves under control and work out a system, one of them glances at the calendar and says "Hey you guUYSSS!"
Essentially Hormones are immature slightly evil minuscule boys having a nerf-gun war in a bouncy house. Oh and that bouncy house is the command center for your emotions.
Did I hit the nail on the head?
If I get married someday, that poor sucker is gonna have his hands full. If I'm this crazy now?. . .Nobody (that's most definitely including me) wants to see me prego. For reals. I watched Saturday's Warrior on Sunday. Do you know how many times I have seen that movie? No you don't, nobody does because it's like infinity and beyond. I cried 5 times. Not just misty eyes, mind you, Tears running down my cheeks. And I even was trying to mostly pay attention to Pinterest during the sad part. What the Heck.
I have eaten popcorn everyday for the past week. So much for the no junk-food pact.
I went to bed at nine the other night. The last time I looked at the clock it was 5:30.
Being a girl basically sucks.
And then you get back to 'normal' happy-go-luckyness for a couple weeks and totally take it for granted. And it continues.
Okay, I need to stop. I'm being Complain'n Jane.
Who are we? WOMEN!
What do we want? WE DON'T KNOW!
When do we want it? RIGHT NOW!
You know that song that pops into your head whenever 'girl problems' arise? You know the one right? I can't be the only girl who's(whose? neither one looks right at the moment) mind makes a beeline for...wait for it...Picture Sarah Jessica Parker looking fabulous, being waited on hand and foot and singing:
'I Enjoy Being A Girl!'
Freaking liar.
I'm not the only one who gets that picture right? It must have been an add or something, probably for some "super-duper-amazing-tampons-that-make-you-want-to-dance-around-with-a-ridiculous-smile-on-your-fake-painted-face."
Seriously. I'm pretty sure a man wrote that song. Where did it come from anyway? Basically I only know that line...and I always sing it in my head like this:
"I Freaking HATE Being A Girl!"
Okay so it's not completely true. I mean what's not to like about being a girl? I mean who doesn't want to bleed for a week every month, cry their eyes out for the week before that, and be bipolar during and a few days after? Sounds like a party!
Hormones are the devil. They are like these little, ity-bity guys sitting in a command center having a freaking dance party on the buttons that control your emotions and laughing manically when you cry for no reason or go from ridiculously happy to irritated with the world in 2.5 seconds. Then when they finally get themselves under control and work out a system, one of them glances at the calendar and says "Hey you guUYSSS!"
Essentially Hormones are immature slightly evil minuscule boys having a nerf-gun war in a bouncy house. Oh and that bouncy house is the command center for your emotions.
Did I hit the nail on the head?
If I get married someday, that poor sucker is gonna have his hands full. If I'm this crazy now?. . .Nobody (that's most definitely including me) wants to see me prego. For reals. I watched Saturday's Warrior on Sunday. Do you know how many times I have seen that movie? No you don't, nobody does because it's like infinity and beyond. I cried 5 times. Not just misty eyes, mind you, Tears running down my cheeks. And I even was trying to mostly pay attention to Pinterest during the sad part. What the Heck.
I have eaten popcorn everyday for the past week. So much for the no junk-food pact.
I went to bed at nine the other night. The last time I looked at the clock it was 5:30.
Being a girl basically sucks.
And then you get back to 'normal' happy-go-luckyness for a couple weeks and totally take it for granted. And it continues.
Okay, I need to stop. I'm being Complain'n Jane.
Who are we? WOMEN!
What do we want? WE DON'T KNOW!
When do we want it? RIGHT NOW!
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
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