Have you ever looked at someone and thought "Why are we friends again?" Its that moment when they are complaining about something and your zoned out, pretending to care, when really all you can think about is how much your feet hurt, and whether or not you should eat Pizza or a Salad for lunch. Healthy? Not Healthy? And then they ask you a question, one which you dont have the answer too because you didn't hear the question in the first place. You can either pretend you were and try to answer with the safe answers like "I dont know" or, "Yes" "No" Or just play dumb.. "Huh? Ask me that again?" Its horrible the way we pretend to care when we really dont.
OR.
Or..:) You have the thought of "I dont know why were friends...i dont actually like you." The type of people who are always nice to you, always say great things about you when your around, and compliment your hair, your shoes, or your career. But at the end of the conversation you walk away irritated and with a cramp in your lip because you held a smile for too long. We all have them in our lives, and sometimes, we are those people. There was always that one girl in high school who loved everyone and was just oh so "sweet" but everyone else hated her. Sometimes you find yourself being that girl. The one who feels like she is surrounded by idiots, and cant stand to be mean to them, because its just not nice. When in the end, they hate you, you hate them and move to Vermont and feed cows.
Too dramatic? Maybe, maybe not.
But my point is that we all have those people that we just dont like. But we are nice, and civil to them. Invite them out when you go out, invite them to birthday and holiday celebrations. But secretly talk about them behind bathroom doors, and under your breath at the drink table.
We say its just "high school" but we do it and will continue to do it the rest of our lives. Why?
I have no idea. If anyone has an answer other than "Were Human" Or, "Its in our nature to be mean"..please excuse yourself now if you thought those answers.. But if anyone has a reason to why we do this, please come forth.
Why are we so fake to the people we hate the most. Yeah the saying goes "Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer" But the reason they are your so called 'enemy' is probably because they did something to put them in that status with you. But still, we smile and wave as if they are our favorite people in the world. And when we walk away we turn our nose's up and scoff with a friend. Meanwhile they are doing the same exact thing to you. I hear people say they miss high school, but i dont think we ever miss high school, just knowing that if we were in high school, we could push her into a vending machine and pull her hair.. Not like i would know.. But now we just smile, and pretend we care what goes on with them.
This was just my random, and slightly humorous epiphany. :) Girls can be so evil, good thing Ive got a good batch of friends to keep me sane :)
But my question: The things you had the guts to do in High School, but wouldn't dare to do now. I know we all have them :)
A few of mine to start:
- Wear a plaid skirt and combat boots..some things just shouldn't be repeated.. ever.
-Wear baby blue pleather
-Throw milk at the slutty girl who steals your boyfriend..and not get caught;)
-Help spread the rumor that someone has a gun... Be thankful you didn't go to my school, oh and im a good person now ;)
-Physically hit another female...my Lawyer advises against commenting.
-Oh and last but certainly not least... *Insert Drum-Roll Here*- Outline your entire eye socket with eyeliner..on purpose. & No it was not Halloween, or the Day of the Dead. Thank God for Vogue.
Off to bed:)
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Fat Kid Camp
Beauty is something ive actually been thinking alot about lately. Worrying about the need to get new makeup, and stressing over how much its going to cost to get my hair done. Making schedules to work out more, and looking for salads on the menu instead of steak's. Now im all for being healthy and spending money on good products, but at the same time im not.
I have always wanted the perfect beach bod. Skinny, tone and the perfect bathing suit to highlight the "good area's". I have never really achieved that. But this past year i think Ive achieved something greater than skin tight abs and a butt you can bounce quarters off of.
I achieved self-worth. I realized how much i was worth and what i could do. And that no matter if i have love handles and split ends, i still have worth and im still beautiful. No matter what i weigh. If as a woman, you can see the beauty in yourself, and that you are beautiful, no waistline or scale can tell you otherwise. Now im not like rooting that being obese or overweight is okay, people should take care of their bodies.
But i would like to say that im okay with curves, no i dont have the perfect body and the perfect proportions, but im working at bettering myself, and if somewhere down the road you can bounce quarters off my butt, well i probably would be pretty excited. But if i never achieve the Beyonce status, ill be perfectly fine too.
If your "man" is looking for perfection tell him to buy a barbie. You know your in good hands when a man can look at your curves, in my case pancake butt, and all you imperfections and pick you over a runway model, you've got a winner. Because people dont want fake, and unachievable beauty. They want something real, something that they can feel and not just want.
This was my rant about beauty, because its been bothering me some. And yes i gained 7 pounds, and guess what? I still look freaking hott. Just thought you should know that, because the fact is that im not ashamed of that. I love my body, and im only going to work towards making it better. So if you think im crazy for putting how much weight ive gained, then you obviously dont have hips.
I have always wanted the perfect beach bod. Skinny, tone and the perfect bathing suit to highlight the "good area's". I have never really achieved that. But this past year i think Ive achieved something greater than skin tight abs and a butt you can bounce quarters off of.
I achieved self-worth. I realized how much i was worth and what i could do. And that no matter if i have love handles and split ends, i still have worth and im still beautiful. No matter what i weigh. If as a woman, you can see the beauty in yourself, and that you are beautiful, no waistline or scale can tell you otherwise. Now im not like rooting that being obese or overweight is okay, people should take care of their bodies.
But i would like to say that im okay with curves, no i dont have the perfect body and the perfect proportions, but im working at bettering myself, and if somewhere down the road you can bounce quarters off my butt, well i probably would be pretty excited. But if i never achieve the Beyonce status, ill be perfectly fine too.
If your "man" is looking for perfection tell him to buy a barbie. You know your in good hands when a man can look at your curves, in my case pancake butt, and all you imperfections and pick you over a runway model, you've got a winner. Because people dont want fake, and unachievable beauty. They want something real, something that they can feel and not just want.
This was my rant about beauty, because its been bothering me some. And yes i gained 7 pounds, and guess what? I still look freaking hott. Just thought you should know that, because the fact is that im not ashamed of that. I love my body, and im only going to work towards making it better. So if you think im crazy for putting how much weight ive gained, then you obviously dont have hips.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Marilyn Monroe & Coca-Cola
So i was thinking the other day.. a somewhat dangerous thing. & I was observing how the fashion today has changed so much, but not really at all. If you look at the t shirts today and the wear and design of the clothing that everyone is wearing, and then you push in The breakfast club to your VCR player and see the same clothes, with updated fabrics and more sheek cuts and seams. Or if you look at a picture of Marilyn Monroe, Katherine Hepburn & Cary Grant and try to compare them to Kim Kardashian, Angelina Jolie & Robert Pattinson, they can never compare. There is something about the past that people just cant let go of, and just cant seem to remake or reign above. Vintage clothing will sell for thousands now because vintage is what's in. Everybody wants to look like they did 15, 20 years ago. Its because they had something, that we in this day and age cant seem to grasp. They had originality. Marilyn Monroe, and Cary Grant are known because of the profession they were in, and the fact that they introduced something new to the movies, it might not have been the most positive thing, or well looked upon, but they were original. Coca- Cola will never be able to be remade or re-vamped, no matter what kind of flavor you add to it.Everyone around the world knows what a Coke is. Pepsi tried, and failed. I hate pepsi.
But they all did something that was new, fresh, original. Today we are constantly photocopying everything around us, we make skirts shorter, shirts tighter, makeup brighter and bolder, shoes higher and more expensive to try and make it newer, fresher and more original, but all they are doing is tucking a seamline here and there and throwing an animal print on telephone pole and calling it a high fashion shoe.
Im so dying for originality. & I was just thinking about it and how no matter what decade we are in, we always look to the past for inspiration and originality, because all we know is the past and so thats all we copy. Im sure Eve didnt plan that her birthday suit would be the inspiration for fashion today. Clothes have become over-rated, if i cant see a cheek, your wearing too much.
Anyway.. that was off topic and random:).. But my last question and/or observation would be this: No matter how much makeup we put on, or how much newer, younger and better makeup brands them come out with, i dont think anyone will ever have the beauty they did in the 40's through 60's. Its a fact, Katherine Hepburn wasn't known for her backside, but her seemingly flawless beauty. Now going nude is something im for!...When it comes to your face:) Natural is Knockout.
But im not even sure if this makes sense, but originality will always be strived for but never achieved, and no makeup is always classier than 7 tons of makeup. :)
But they all did something that was new, fresh, original. Today we are constantly photocopying everything around us, we make skirts shorter, shirts tighter, makeup brighter and bolder, shoes higher and more expensive to try and make it newer, fresher and more original, but all they are doing is tucking a seamline here and there and throwing an animal print on telephone pole and calling it a high fashion shoe.
Im so dying for originality. & I was just thinking about it and how no matter what decade we are in, we always look to the past for inspiration and originality, because all we know is the past and so thats all we copy. Im sure Eve didnt plan that her birthday suit would be the inspiration for fashion today. Clothes have become over-rated, if i cant see a cheek, your wearing too much.
Anyway.. that was off topic and random:).. But my last question and/or observation would be this: No matter how much makeup we put on, or how much newer, younger and better makeup brands them come out with, i dont think anyone will ever have the beauty they did in the 40's through 60's. Its a fact, Katherine Hepburn wasn't known for her backside, but her seemingly flawless beauty. Now going nude is something im for!...When it comes to your face:) Natural is Knockout.
But im not even sure if this makes sense, but originality will always be strived for but never achieved, and no makeup is always classier than 7 tons of makeup. :)
Thursday, September 22, 2011
I couldnt think of something witty, so here is this really long, really meaningless, filler of cyberspace title.
This week has been...of a different world. Ive literally been zoned out all week. The type of zoned out where you stare at the ceiling and when you finally decided oh, you need to pee, you get up only to find that you've been staring, thinking for over an hour. I think i need a break, a break from life in general. A break from people, and from the same surroundings. Its like when all you have to eat in the house is cereal or bread. And by the 4th day of alternating between cereal and Pb& J's, you've about decided to never eat again unless its something other than those two items.
I just woke up this week, unusually sad, because my love was gone, and wouldn't be back for a week. But other than that i woke up, checked facebook and after scrolling through the same status's, the same people and the same crap i do everyday, i sat there and stared at the screen, Of my friends, family, and random people who i never talk to and i wondered why i had to impress these people.
Now dont get me wrong, and go flip out from what Ive said. Its just why do we care so much about what people think and perceive us as? Not saying i dont care about my reputation and the overall opinion of who i am to a person, but why do we guard our words and opinions around certain people and not others. Why are we who we really are to a few select, but only show the rest the "polished" side of us. The one that would never curse, or say rude things about people, or agree on things we really dont agree on.
I have watched, and watched people do this over and over and over. And im guilty of it, probably more than anyone. I find myself being someone different to please certain people, to hold my opinion and actions in front of people from fear of being outcast-ed from the group and people i spend my life and days with.
I guess ive just gotten tired of "sucking it in" per-say, like when you wear too tight of a shirt, or a slim outfit and you have to suck in your gut, dont act like you've never done that. Its like when your around certain people you have to " Suck in" certain parts of your personality and of who you are. Its like we hide the truth about who we are, so we will be accepted with certain groups and types of people.
Ive watched people be "exiled" and watched people turn their nose up at people because of certain thing that person does that they dont agree with it. And it bothers me to no end, but at the same time, i consciously take note of what that person did, or is doing and if a situation like theirs presents itself in my life, i know how not to act to be pushed from the being in the exclusive social circle we place ourselves in.
Yes, i say and think things that can being...well, rude, harsh, mean, cold, and inappropriate at times, i will admit, im dont have the best filter.
But...certain people will never know that. Because they have never experience the crude, and at times explicit me. I feel like sometimes we dont let people see that we are human, that we have faults. That we do things that others might not exactly agree with, that the things we like, see, listen, and watch may not completely line up with them. Truth: You should never be exactly like someone else, or see things the way they see them.
Fact: There are certain things, that depending on what you believe, your peers should believe what you believe.
Example: I believe that the only way to get upstairs (heaven) Is through Jesus. - My friends and family believe that same as me.
Example: My favorite color is black. Gweneth Paltrow- Probably not her favorite color, thats okay.
Very simple, true examples of the point im trying to make.
Its just my life, and the things i see effect me, and who i am. I would never want anyone to alter who they are so they could feel accepted by me, and i wouldn't want to feel like i have to alter myself for anyone.
We live in a world where individuality and being unique means looking and acting like everyone else.That just doesnt work for me.
So here are some truth's about me that you may or may not know. If by the end of the list you find yourself scowling, saying "Whats wrong with her?" Or have a different opinion about me revert back to to the " I dont care" Paragraph and check yourself before you wreck yourself.
- If cigarettes didn't kill you, and weren't looked down upon as immoral, id totally be a smoker.
- Ive wanted to write a certain curse word on the back of my phone, so when i drop it whoever picks up the pieces just gets the picture without me having to actually say the word. Because, i drop it alot.
- I would be such a PDA (public display of affection) person, if every time i showed affection, to specifically my significant other, someone didn't scream "leave room for Jesus!" Or look at me like im fornicating in public. Its a hug, not a tribal mating dance.. thank you.
-I would blog more, if i thought people would stop asking me whats wrong or if im okay every time i do it.
-I like Katy Perry.
-Ive always wanted to be a ballerina, like a legit one.
-I believe that one piece bathing suits are ugly, and there is no such thing as a cute one piece...unless your 4.
-Life is about choices, who you date counts as a choice. If youve dated more than 3 people in your life, you understand this one.
-Venting relieves stress, its like a proven fact. I vent alot, im not negative.
-This is not a negtive blog, if you read it as negative, you probably have some negative opinions about me.
-BAM. In your face.
- I believe in love. I believe that its okay to fall in love, and that you have to experience failed love to treasure when you find real love.
-I love this boy im dating, and im gonna marry him. Sorry if that bothers you.
-Ummm.. Im done.. i think.
What truths do you hide from people? This list is just random off the top of my head, & i have deeper ones too. But the random people who actually read this, think about it. You were made to be you, uniquely you, if your hide your faults and your not so pretty parts of who you are, it just makes you seem unreachable, untouchable and inhuman.
Ive decided to be me, 100% of the time. And if you dont like it, im honestly sorry, it has nothing to do with you personally. I just cant pretend to be someone im not anymore.
& if you were wondering, i am OK :)
I just woke up this week, unusually sad, because my love was gone, and wouldn't be back for a week. But other than that i woke up, checked facebook and after scrolling through the same status's, the same people and the same crap i do everyday, i sat there and stared at the screen, Of my friends, family, and random people who i never talk to and i wondered why i had to impress these people.
Now dont get me wrong, and go flip out from what Ive said. Its just why do we care so much about what people think and perceive us as? Not saying i dont care about my reputation and the overall opinion of who i am to a person, but why do we guard our words and opinions around certain people and not others. Why are we who we really are to a few select, but only show the rest the "polished" side of us. The one that would never curse, or say rude things about people, or agree on things we really dont agree on.
I have watched, and watched people do this over and over and over. And im guilty of it, probably more than anyone. I find myself being someone different to please certain people, to hold my opinion and actions in front of people from fear of being outcast-ed from the group and people i spend my life and days with.
I guess ive just gotten tired of "sucking it in" per-say, like when you wear too tight of a shirt, or a slim outfit and you have to suck in your gut, dont act like you've never done that. Its like when your around certain people you have to " Suck in" certain parts of your personality and of who you are. Its like we hide the truth about who we are, so we will be accepted with certain groups and types of people.
Ive watched people be "exiled" and watched people turn their nose up at people because of certain thing that person does that they dont agree with it. And it bothers me to no end, but at the same time, i consciously take note of what that person did, or is doing and if a situation like theirs presents itself in my life, i know how not to act to be pushed from the being in the exclusive social circle we place ourselves in.
Yes, i say and think things that can being...well, rude, harsh, mean, cold, and inappropriate at times, i will admit, im dont have the best filter.
But...certain people will never know that. Because they have never experience the crude, and at times explicit me. I feel like sometimes we dont let people see that we are human, that we have faults. That we do things that others might not exactly agree with, that the things we like, see, listen, and watch may not completely line up with them. Truth: You should never be exactly like someone else, or see things the way they see them.
Fact: There are certain things, that depending on what you believe, your peers should believe what you believe.
Example: I believe that the only way to get upstairs (heaven) Is through Jesus. - My friends and family believe that same as me.
Example: My favorite color is black. Gweneth Paltrow- Probably not her favorite color, thats okay.
Very simple, true examples of the point im trying to make.
Its just my life, and the things i see effect me, and who i am. I would never want anyone to alter who they are so they could feel accepted by me, and i wouldn't want to feel like i have to alter myself for anyone.
We live in a world where individuality and being unique means looking and acting like everyone else.That just doesnt work for me.
So here are some truth's about me that you may or may not know. If by the end of the list you find yourself scowling, saying "Whats wrong with her?" Or have a different opinion about me revert back to to the " I dont care" Paragraph and check yourself before you wreck yourself.
- If cigarettes didn't kill you, and weren't looked down upon as immoral, id totally be a smoker.
- Ive wanted to write a certain curse word on the back of my phone, so when i drop it whoever picks up the pieces just gets the picture without me having to actually say the word. Because, i drop it alot.
- I would be such a PDA (public display of affection) person, if every time i showed affection, to specifically my significant other, someone didn't scream "leave room for Jesus!" Or look at me like im fornicating in public. Its a hug, not a tribal mating dance.. thank you.
-I would blog more, if i thought people would stop asking me whats wrong or if im okay every time i do it.
-I like Katy Perry.
-Ive always wanted to be a ballerina, like a legit one.
-I believe that one piece bathing suits are ugly, and there is no such thing as a cute one piece...unless your 4.
-Life is about choices, who you date counts as a choice. If youve dated more than 3 people in your life, you understand this one.
-Venting relieves stress, its like a proven fact. I vent alot, im not negative.
-This is not a negtive blog, if you read it as negative, you probably have some negative opinions about me.
-BAM. In your face.
- I believe in love. I believe that its okay to fall in love, and that you have to experience failed love to treasure when you find real love.
-I love this boy im dating, and im gonna marry him. Sorry if that bothers you.
-Ummm.. Im done.. i think.
What truths do you hide from people? This list is just random off the top of my head, & i have deeper ones too. But the random people who actually read this, think about it. You were made to be you, uniquely you, if your hide your faults and your not so pretty parts of who you are, it just makes you seem unreachable, untouchable and inhuman.
Ive decided to be me, 100% of the time. And if you dont like it, im honestly sorry, it has nothing to do with you personally. I just cant pretend to be someone im not anymore.
& if you were wondering, i am OK :)
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Mice & Men
It sucks when you watch people fall from greatness. Its a sad moment when they do, its something like when Lucifer fell from Heaven, something tragic, but you cant really feel bad for him, considering every action he took lead him to his demise. Not at all referring anyone to Satan. That's horrible. But more the act he committed. To have everything, to be the favored one of The Almighty, and with one action, he threw it all away, and down, down he fell. And we all know the rest of the story. I can only imagine the great sadness that gripped God's heart, to watch a cherished angel of His fall. Now don't quote me, or try and strike up a theological debate with me. Because thats not what this is about. But think about the first paragraph, really try to think about all the emotions and the reality of what happened.
Maybe then you'll catch a glimpse of the emotions im trying to portray. To watch someone fall from greatness, to feel a deep sadness for the person, but at the same time, never pitying them, because they chose to fall.
Ive had a great many friends in my life, only a rare few have stayed in my life over the years and way that life is. And after years of watching friends fall, its not hard to wonder how any more your going to have to watch fall, and every attempt to catch them, or lend them a hand only makes them fall faster.
Ive watched friends throw themselves off the edge, for simple, stupid, temporary things. Passions that start off strong, but when it get hard they falter and lull into depressions. The need to be in the "moment", their own selfish desires, fame, relationships, or the need to find one.
And after years of watching friends fall, In still don't understand it. How they fail to see the greatness in themselves, and settle into pathetic people who grovel on the ground for temporary things and their needs and wants are constantly unsatisfied. People who are in horrible relationships with dooshbags and cheaters, liars, abusers and players. It breaks my heart.
Sometimes i wonder if its something we fail to do. Something i failed to do. Should i have said more? Done more? Intervened more? Cared more? Believed in them longer?
So many questions that even to the people your asking them too have no answers.
This has been bothering me for a good while now, and sometimes you just need people to know, and relate. Because we've all been there, watching a friend fall from greatness, and unable to do anything about it.
Sometimes i just want to say things to them, like....
"Why do you let him run his mouth about everyone, including your friends? And sit back and say nothing."
"Why are you obsessed with soppy love movies and depressing heartbreak songs. He left because he didn't love you, and never will. Torturing yourself wont bring him back"
"Don't join a Women's Abuse group when he hits you, because you stayed with him after that first blow, even when you had a chance to dump him, but being alone is far worse than being abused."
"What's your boyfriends name? I can never remember because you have a different one every two weeks."
" He is stalking you? Well why did you sleep with him 4 times, the tell him never to talk to you?"
"You only do drugs some. Yeah that cool, but i remember when you told me you'd never do them because you were smarter than that..guess they really do kill brain cells that fast."
You might think im being harsh, rude, and inappropriate, but when its your friends throwing their lives away, you'll have a different story to tell.
Just honestly needed to get it off my chest. I'm just tired of looking into peoples eyes and seeing a shadow of who they used to be, the greatness they had, the beauty of a life that was full, and happy. To be overshadowed by a love that will never bring them safety, comfort, or a sense of complete-ness. Looking and seeing that young girl who dreamed of prince charming, but settles for a theif.
I have no dictionary word for this post, because nothing can define losing a friend, or watching one slowly fall.
Maybe then you'll catch a glimpse of the emotions im trying to portray. To watch someone fall from greatness, to feel a deep sadness for the person, but at the same time, never pitying them, because they chose to fall.
Ive had a great many friends in my life, only a rare few have stayed in my life over the years and way that life is. And after years of watching friends fall, its not hard to wonder how any more your going to have to watch fall, and every attempt to catch them, or lend them a hand only makes them fall faster.
Ive watched friends throw themselves off the edge, for simple, stupid, temporary things. Passions that start off strong, but when it get hard they falter and lull into depressions. The need to be in the "moment", their own selfish desires, fame, relationships, or the need to find one.
And after years of watching friends fall, In still don't understand it. How they fail to see the greatness in themselves, and settle into pathetic people who grovel on the ground for temporary things and their needs and wants are constantly unsatisfied. People who are in horrible relationships with dooshbags and cheaters, liars, abusers and players. It breaks my heart.
Sometimes i wonder if its something we fail to do. Something i failed to do. Should i have said more? Done more? Intervened more? Cared more? Believed in them longer?
So many questions that even to the people your asking them too have no answers.
This has been bothering me for a good while now, and sometimes you just need people to know, and relate. Because we've all been there, watching a friend fall from greatness, and unable to do anything about it.
Sometimes i just want to say things to them, like....
"Why do you let him run his mouth about everyone, including your friends? And sit back and say nothing."
"Why are you obsessed with soppy love movies and depressing heartbreak songs. He left because he didn't love you, and never will. Torturing yourself wont bring him back"
"Don't join a Women's Abuse group when he hits you, because you stayed with him after that first blow, even when you had a chance to dump him, but being alone is far worse than being abused."
"What's your boyfriends name? I can never remember because you have a different one every two weeks."
" He is stalking you? Well why did you sleep with him 4 times, the tell him never to talk to you?"
"You only do drugs some. Yeah that cool, but i remember when you told me you'd never do them because you were smarter than that..guess they really do kill brain cells that fast."
You might think im being harsh, rude, and inappropriate, but when its your friends throwing their lives away, you'll have a different story to tell.
Just honestly needed to get it off my chest. I'm just tired of looking into peoples eyes and seeing a shadow of who they used to be, the greatness they had, the beauty of a life that was full, and happy. To be overshadowed by a love that will never bring them safety, comfort, or a sense of complete-ness. Looking and seeing that young girl who dreamed of prince charming, but settles for a theif.
I have no dictionary word for this post, because nothing can define losing a friend, or watching one slowly fall.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Never Quite As It Seems
Breathe In, Breathe Out.
Those moments, where you have to remind yourself your not an Assassin, Laura Croft, or Bono and bring yourself back to reality. Its like when you go out on a Friday night and put on your hottest outfit, and doll yourself up, doing your hair and makeup all nice and pretty. But then when you wake up the next morning in your underwear, and a Led Zeppelin shirt, and look in the mirror, and its like.. BAM reality check! Your makeup is smeared down your face and your hair looks like it needs to be brushed, twice. The glitter and glamor from the night before wears off and your left with reality. The reality that you shouldn't have stayed out till 3am, that you should probably invest in more expensive, water/smudge proof mascara, and maybe taken the 72 bobby pins out of your hair before you crashed into bed. Thats life, always giving us reality checks. (Insert smirk here)
So after i painted for 4 hours and baked cookies, i took a bath to remove the paint smears all over my nails and up to my elbow, and get the smell of flour and eggs off me.
So after my shower i look in the mirror and get one of these reality checks. Like omg, i look haggard... and sleepy. And as im staring at my makeup smeared face, and my hair pulled into a bun and my 300 baby hairs sticking up and all over the place around my face, i look slightly like The Crow. If you don't know what that means, refer to the Brandon Lee section in My Dictionary :) < Great movie. Anyway.
And as im staring at myself im thinking...well this might be what i look like all the time... and that would suck. So enjoy the pretty moments in your life, because sometimes reality is just not kind to my face.
This blog was about nothing, and has no point. Thank you for you time.:)
Currently jamming to: The Cranberries.
Those moments, where you have to remind yourself your not an Assassin, Laura Croft, or Bono and bring yourself back to reality. Its like when you go out on a Friday night and put on your hottest outfit, and doll yourself up, doing your hair and makeup all nice and pretty. But then when you wake up the next morning in your underwear, and a Led Zeppelin shirt, and look in the mirror, and its like.. BAM reality check! Your makeup is smeared down your face and your hair looks like it needs to be brushed, twice. The glitter and glamor from the night before wears off and your left with reality. The reality that you shouldn't have stayed out till 3am, that you should probably invest in more expensive, water/smudge proof mascara, and maybe taken the 72 bobby pins out of your hair before you crashed into bed. Thats life, always giving us reality checks. (Insert smirk here)
So after i painted for 4 hours and baked cookies, i took a bath to remove the paint smears all over my nails and up to my elbow, and get the smell of flour and eggs off me.
So after my shower i look in the mirror and get one of these reality checks. Like omg, i look haggard... and sleepy. And as im staring at my makeup smeared face, and my hair pulled into a bun and my 300 baby hairs sticking up and all over the place around my face, i look slightly like The Crow. If you don't know what that means, refer to the Brandon Lee section in My Dictionary :) < Great movie. Anyway.
And as im staring at myself im thinking...well this might be what i look like all the time... and that would suck. So enjoy the pretty moments in your life, because sometimes reality is just not kind to my face.
This blog was about nothing, and has no point. Thank you for you time.:)
Currently jamming to: The Cranberries.
Monday, August 29, 2011
Pancakes?
So let me start off by saying this is not a vent, complaining, hate the world blog.
Its one of those things where you wish you could say these things in public, to people and in life, but you cant. So ive decided to blog about them. Because everyone is bothered by some of these things.
With that being said, i would like to express my feelings on a few small things :)
Have you ever said something, posted something, or mentioned something and the wrong person always see's it? Or take it the worst way possible. And somehow before you know it, you have people that are not even in your so called 'social circle' are asking you a million of questions and assuming things about your life and your situations. This happens to me, well, too much, and too a variety of my friends. Why must people feel that they must ask you hundreds of questions about your life, the choices you make and the people you are involved with. I personally have no problem telling people off, no matter what age or status they are. When you interrupt into my life and my privacy, you give up me being nice to you, because you've stepped outside of the 'comfort' zone with me and tramped all over my personal life, therefore, you get no polite smiles anymore.
And im not going to lie, it becomes exhausting trying to protect everything you say and do, and having to constantly have an answer for everything. Maybe im just tired, and over-sensitive, but i know i cant be alone in this. Rebounding questions about you relationship, your future, your every plan to people who you don't even know very well, and some you don't even like. Ive developed a name for them: Syrup Smackers. What you ask, is a syrup-smacker? Someone who has to smack their lips in everyone's business, and make everything sticky and messy. The more they open their mouths, and the more they ask and talk the messier and sticker they make the situation, And before you know it, your drowning in a overpowering sticky, noticeably blunt and unwanted conversation or string of questioning. Because like syrup, once they get the first question out, no matter how many time you wipe your hands, it still feels sticky, and heavy.
I guess my frustrating is me wondering when did it be okay for people who are supposed to support and care about you genuinely become so over bearing and such a weight?
I guess it became OK the minute they traded their own private lives the minute they posted that first Facebook status, or that first tweet,blog, or some other social network site, and now expect you to do the same.
Its one of those things where you wish you could say these things in public, to people and in life, but you cant. So ive decided to blog about them. Because everyone is bothered by some of these things.
With that being said, i would like to express my feelings on a few small things :)
Have you ever said something, posted something, or mentioned something and the wrong person always see's it? Or take it the worst way possible. And somehow before you know it, you have people that are not even in your so called 'social circle' are asking you a million of questions and assuming things about your life and your situations. This happens to me, well, too much, and too a variety of my friends. Why must people feel that they must ask you hundreds of questions about your life, the choices you make and the people you are involved with. I personally have no problem telling people off, no matter what age or status they are. When you interrupt into my life and my privacy, you give up me being nice to you, because you've stepped outside of the 'comfort' zone with me and tramped all over my personal life, therefore, you get no polite smiles anymore.
And im not going to lie, it becomes exhausting trying to protect everything you say and do, and having to constantly have an answer for everything. Maybe im just tired, and over-sensitive, but i know i cant be alone in this. Rebounding questions about you relationship, your future, your every plan to people who you don't even know very well, and some you don't even like. Ive developed a name for them: Syrup Smackers. What you ask, is a syrup-smacker? Someone who has to smack their lips in everyone's business, and make everything sticky and messy. The more they open their mouths, and the more they ask and talk the messier and sticker they make the situation, And before you know it, your drowning in a overpowering sticky, noticeably blunt and unwanted conversation or string of questioning. Because like syrup, once they get the first question out, no matter how many time you wipe your hands, it still feels sticky, and heavy.
I guess my frustrating is me wondering when did it be okay for people who are supposed to support and care about you genuinely become so over bearing and such a weight?
I guess it became OK the minute they traded their own private lives the minute they posted that first Facebook status, or that first tweet,blog, or some other social network site, and now expect you to do the same.
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