I got cut from work early, early tonight (I basically begged) and you want to know what I came home and did?
I did my makeup and curled my hair. I usually wear makeup to school, but nothing drastic, so I decided to play dressup. Oh and I usually straigten my hair, wear it natural or wear it up. I never bother even trying to curl it cause it doesnt hold but I decided to give it a go tonight.
This picture is how much of a life I don’t have. Y’all… I came home and did my makeup and hair just to lay in bed later. Wow…
Ya’ll. I have a confession. I’m really, really, really nervous to write my Revenge recap for NoWhiteNoise on Wednesday. Writing is usually pretty natural to me, once I figure out once I’m writing about – which is the real battle, and I know what I’m supposed to write about but now the pressure is on because people will – GET THIS – actually be reading what I write. Not 20 measly viewers will read what I write, not my English teacher, but a considerable amount of people! I’m just scared I’ll disappoint or fail.
I think what I need to do is calm down and not worry about it. I’m not being graded. This is all for fun. I’m going to attempt to sleep now, even though I’ll probably lie awake wondering how to even write a recap…. (which I should NOT be wondering considering I read every dang recap there is to read every week on EW.com)
A few years ago, me and my friend Abigail went to the beach for a long weekend in October. The house we were staying at had access to the roof, which was flat, from our room so we took advantage like most people would. It was such a beautiful night. We just sat out there and watched the stars and talked on the phone and had fun doing absolutely nothing. We somehow got the idea to bring the mattress onto the roof and sleep out there. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Keep in mind, this was in October. Yes, we were at the beach but it got freezing that night. Absolutely freezing. We tripled up on sleeping bags and blankets but the wind would blow them off of us and we would wake up shivering. The next morning we woke up at sunrise, which was absolutely gorgeous. Even though it was freezing that night, I thought sleeping out there was worth it. It was really cool to be outside in “nature” (obviously being on a roof is not nature but we were 50 yards from the beach and under the stars) but I started to doubt our decision when I realized I had weird bug bites EVERYWHERE. At first I thought they were mosquito bites but those buggers would not go away for a month! They were so itchy and I have scars from those bites. I’m not even kidding.
All in all, it’s fun to talk about now. That was a fun beach trip. That was such a good year. I miss it.
I have a fascination with Kurt Cobain. I seriously am reading a biography about him. I don’t understand why I’m so interested in him, though. I’m not even a huge fan of Nirvana because I really don’t like his voice that much. I’ve just been sitting here reading about him, looking at pictures of him, and kind of pining over him for the past hour. It really depresses me how troubled he was. I never knew about all of the problems he had. And now that I think about it, I met a guy at a concert a few years ago who really looked like him…
That totally looks like him, right? Or am I crazy? This picture isn’t too good but he definitely looked like Kurt Cobain.
Oh, and on the topic of Nirvana… Dave Grohl was looking mighty fine at the Grammy’s.
I’m going to start making my titles a song name. Even if it has no relation to what I’ll be writing. Kind of like this post. This post has nothing to do with chasing someday. I’m just sitting here listening to it(Chasing Someday), which is by Drew Holcomb & The Neighbors..check them out, and thought it would be a good idea.
For some reason, I have had a bunch of traffic on my blog today and that’s pretty exciting. I’m not sure why but the pressure is on. I need to think of interesting things to blog about, because for the most part, my life is pretty unbloggably interesting.
Big news, friends!
I applied to write for nowhitenoise.com and I got it! I seriously can’t believe it happened. This is such a big oppurtunity for me. Just being able to say that I write for a website is HUGE! Something I would LOVE to do is to write for Entertainment Weekly, TV Guide etc. and this is great expierence for something I might want to do in the future!
I just can’t contain my excitement! I know it will probably be a challenge, now that I’ll actually have readers, but I’m so excited for this journey!
So… if you haven’t already…. go check out nowhitenoise.com
Things have been looking up lately. Nothing too exciting has happened but I’m pretty content.
This post is an update on life. Not like I get more than 10 views a day or anything, but to my 10 viewers… here is an update on life.
I’m sick of school. So sick of it. I’m sick of my classes. I’m sick of most of the people in them. I’m sick of pretending to be nice to people I don’t like, I’m sick of the dumbest class ever created, Forensics, I’m sick of my dumbass principle not letting us have senior skip day (well actually just threatening to not let us exempt exams if we participate), I’m sick of having to learn 45 German words every week, I’m sick of being in high school, I’m super sick of the douche bag guys at my school. School is literally just raping my good moods. It’s almost impossible for me to be in a good mood at school. Almost impossible.
Things I’m looking forward to…
The Hangout Festival. Graduation. College. Senior trip. summer. Comic-Con. Living on my own. Bonaroo possibly. Fleetwood Mac in 2012.
Other than school, life is pretty good.
I’m the first to admit, I’m a major sucker for romantic films and I cry in all of them. Literally. I don’t think there has ever been a romantic movie, romantic COMEDIES included, that I haven’t cried in. Some, just a tear was shed. Others turn into a full out cry fest. It doesn’t matter if I’m at the theater watching, I cry. A lot.
I saw The Vow tonight which I LOVED. There were so many mixed reviews but I honestly don’t understand how anyone could not like a movie with Rachel McAdams and Channing Tatum. They were amazing together. I believed the story. I felt their pain, their happiness as their characters were feeling it. I loved the music, the cinematography, the actors, the storyline, the beautiful set. All of it. Oh, and I wouldn’t be a teenage girl if I didn’t take a moment to freak out over how perfect Channing Tatum is… AHHHHHH! He’s gorgeous. Perfect. I want him.
And of course I bawled my eyes out. You think I’m kidding but my eyes are hurting right now because I cried so much. There were tears of happiness and of sadness and believe me, there was plenty of them. There was one part where I almost felt like I was going to sob. Normal people had some sniffles and a few tears fall… not me. I’m sitting there with mascara all over my face with my eyes full of tears. I think I become so emotionally invested in the movies and television shows I watch and that’s why I get so emotional.
Basically, I loved the Vow and I cry a lot.
I feel like only interesting things happen to me when I’m working. Here begins the story of one of the top 5 awkward moments of my life, if not number 1. I’m at work, rolling silverware and this guy who is already clocked out and done for the night is just hanging out. He’s telling me about when he was my age (he’s 9ish years older than me) and telling me how he doesn’t want kids. Then, he says “Actually… here’s my kid.” and shows me pictures of his dog. He’s scrolling, scrolling, scrolling… he has a cute dog. I’m starting to lose interest when the next picture is a picture of his PENIS! I literally didn’t know what to do. It’s amazing how many things can run through your head at one time. I turned my head away and said “AWKWARD” and he just laughed and said he forgot about the picture and was “sorry I had to see it.” Seriously… what do you do in that situation? He continues to stay there talking to me like nothing happened. Call me immature, but I could NOT get over it that fast. I wasn’t listening to a word he was saying. The picture would not leave my brain. He then precedes to show me pictures of the chicken he made the night before. Seriously… I just saw his “meat”.. I didn’t want to see more of his meat.
I feel like this is the kind of thing that happens to only me…. All I can do now is laugh at it.