Whoops & Long Distance

Whoops.

And long distance.

AUDITIONS FOR PERFECT MATE
Likes video games, wears a hand knit forest green beanie, has a thing for clavicles, has grey-green eyes, is translucently pale, and has burning passions.
CLOSED

I found him! InTexas... but I mean distance wasn't on the list of requirements.

So this is how we roll.

I lay around staring at my computer, hating all the happy couple pictures, secretly plotting their demises when I have the free time. Like, welcome to my life.

I KNOW.

I also spend an unhealthy amount of time looking at #LDR on ALL of the websites. But I mean, there are so many cute gifts and junk. I admit I made mugs with our states on them (ahem, above). 

When really, they should have looked like this (ahem, below).

THIS IS HARD GUYS. 

We plan Skype date nights and text, but it's definitely hard to be so far apart when all you really need is a cuddle after an awful day that was about 24 hours too long.

Also maybe I'm crazy and am insanely jealous of all the people who get to see him on a regular basis. 

And maybe I especially want to axe murder any girl who even looks at him.

Post Easter

Have you ever heard of Vanilla Midgees Tootsie Rolls?

You know, the little pieces of heaven in a light blue wrapper that are "limited edition" and only turn up around Easter? Those ones.

I have been craving those little devils for a long while, now, and when I got them for Easter...

Well, you could guess.

My wonderful mother made a special trip to a candy store to look for them (after we couldn't find them in any CVSs, Walgreens, Drug Marts, Target, Walmart.. The list could go on) and finally, prevailed.

Whilst searching for the sparkly blue bag, I sent my dad a text asking him to look for them, too, since three pairs of eyes are better than two.

He ordered some online for me. I know, what super awesome parents I have.

So in total, on Easter day, I had three whole bags of those bad boys.

The following is an animated depiction of what happened soon after.

....

And then, inevitably...

If you celebrate, hope you had a lovely holiday. And I totally know you can relate.

If you don't, I'm sure you can relate anyway because REALLY..

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THAT Girl

There's a girl in my growth and developmental psych class who is probably dying for attention.

That's just my guess.

But that's probably right. 

She asks ridiculously stupid questions that most of the time have nothing to do with the subject we're talking about. 

She likes hearing her voice I think.

Also she acts like she knows everything and "corrects" the teacher. 

But she's wrong. 

Oh, so wrong. 

I drew this in my class today, because when inspiration hits, I won't let it fleet away. 

Shut up, girl. I don't want to hear it. 

She drives me bonkers. Never have I been so cruel in my life. 

And then, you know what happened? 

She left. 

She just walked out of the class.

And I swear you heard the entire class sigh with relief. 

Don't be that girl/guy.

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Recently

I wasn't feeling up to talking about my life for the past month or so.                                                       

But hopefully I'll stay on this streak of "OH MY GAW ERRTHANG IS GREAT LET'S COLOR".

SO here, have this.

I felt a little down, but I've been picking myself back up. If you need an extended explanation please see this mopey post. WARNING: It is an extremely depressing post, tread optimistically.

My cat has come out of his grumpy funk and loves me again.

 I was reunited with my pup! She lived with my sister and her dad after my mom and him split up. I have finally gotten my little baby back in my arms.

Heres a picture of the sweetie. With her gangster hoodie.

She weighs 4lbs. She could *at best* bite your pinky toe.  

Thanks for sticking with me 

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I Started School

I started school last week..

Let's just say I've never been a fan.

My math teacher harasses his students, my psychology (human development and growth) teacher is a snore, he's clueless. I haven't started my english class, but I doubt I'll enjoy it.

The only class I actually enjoy is my ballet class. 

I danced for about 11 years (3-14) before I (unfortunately) sprained both my ankles at the same time, and quit. I've always missed dancing, because I loved it dearly and dedicated majority of my life to it. When I attempted to re-join, I couldn't catch up, my left foot would swell to the point where I couldn't walk within an hour. We finally went to the doctor.

I had an extra bone in my foot. I had it removed early in 2012 (if you want, I'll post about that later). I figured that since my college offered dance classes, I could slowly get back into the swing of things

But my foot has scar tissue, and it still is causes me pain if I over exert. But I troop through a 2 hour ballet class, then across campus and up 3 flights of stairs, down the stairs, and back across campus to my car.

I don't enjoy school, I never will, but I thought I could use a quick reality check, and an update.

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6 Reasons Why Inside is the Best Side

1. Your bed is inside! You can cuddle and sleep all day if you wanted to.

2. Social interaction is required when you leave the house, that includes kindness, consideration, and a whole lot of crap that you don't care for!

3. You can play games, write books, draw, read, watch videos..

4. This rule only applies to people with pets, sorry.

5. You don't have to be 100% hygienic. Who cares? You're at home!

6. This is the most important and correlates with number 3..You have internet inside, and you can browse to your heart's content without being judged by others about what you're looking at (I don't know, you guys could be weirdos) or how long you've been looking at it!

As you can see, there's lots of love inside, but there's only hate and evil and judgmental jerks outside.

The Diploma

It is a (semi) known fact that I graduated from high school a year early. I took an early grad option in the summer because I didn't think two credits were worth an eight hour school day. Although I technically finished my classes and (again, technically) graduated back in early September, the school just had a graduation ceremony. I didn't take part, my excuse is; if I didn't have time for an eight hour school day, I don't have time for a two hour ceremony (my logic is the logic, use it.)

My family called and congratulated me and my dad is practically bursting with pride.

My reaction was a little understated compared to the roller coaster that is my 'usual emotional reaction'.

On a better note, when my aunt gave me my Christmas presents, my reaction was a bit more like this..

I think there was some mix up in my amygdala, but whatever. 

Hello Kitty is rad. 

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