I don't get you, Lizzi...

It's been forever... But Tumblr made me do it.

2012-12-11T04:41:00.000-08:00

I'm sorry that I haven't written on here in a while. I've been so busy... and to be honest... another blogging site has caught my attention.

It's hard to make friends on here, and spread the word.

After looking at my STATs and comparing them... I've found that Tumblr does a better job conveying my message.

I'll be honest... I miss this blog. I miss how much time I spent on it.

But I have to focus on having a life outside of the internet for now.

So hopefully... I'll see you all soon.

90's kids.

2012-05-17T14:37:00.001-07:00

With all of the technology I have to keep up with these days... it's no surprise that I haven't been able to write a blog on here recently.

It's fine to blame it on me though... because my 90's kid brain doesn't keep up with all of this social networking like some of the kiddies running the streets these days.

You know... when I was little, I had a very limited amount of technology to keep up with.

(And yes... that included a portable CD player. I'm old, I know.)

Unfortunately, I also used to have something called a "tan". They now do that in a bed full of lights. There's a wildabeast named Snooki who could tell you all about that.

See Snooki's twitter here.

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I wonder what else has changed. Despite the obvious physical changes that my generation has endured lately... what else has changed?

Let's go on a flashback trip... for all of my 90's kids...

I know you know what this is. But if you're already having some memory problems.... (Feel old yet?) This is a portable CD player. The first one came out in 1978, and the one you bought was called a "Diskman". Kind of like a "walkman"... which our parents had. Oh technology.

Let's see.... remember this?

This, my dear friends- is a Tamagotchi. I remember playing with these when I was in 6th grade.

(Back when 6th grade was in ELEMENTARY school.)

The original Tamagotchi was released in 1996, in Japan.

Now this is going to tickle your pickle. I know you know what THIS is.

The first GameBoy (without color) came out in 1989 in North America. You like it.

Now let's see... spam the pictures time. If you know what ANY of these are... you should feel old.

The first Harry Potter book came out in 1998. How old are you feeling?

I'll break it down.

That was 14 years ago.

Hey Arnold.

Arthur

Feel old.

Good day to be a 90's kid.

2012-05-13T13:43:00.001-07:00

Sitting here- watching Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone.

It's funny, when I was a little girl- this movie would scare the hell out of me. I would sit on the couch thinking; "Is he going to get away from you-know-who before he tries to kill him?" or "What happens if he gets the stone"?
It was usually followed by a few jumps, and tiny hands covering my eyes,
as the man with the funny nose ran after the little boy.

Wow... that has such a different meaning at my current age.

Yeahhhhhhhh....

And seriously- for those of you who have watched all of the movies... what's up with Hermione's hair when she was younger?

Hmm... Maybe it's time for a little "evolution of Hermione's hair", in progression of each movie.

1.) Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

2.) Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002)

3.) Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004)

4.) Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005)

5.) Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (2007)

6.) Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (2009)

7.) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 1 (2010)

8.) Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 (2011)

What a babe.

I'm talking to you.

2012-05-13T13:08:00.000-07:00

I'm going to put this bluntly- because I just received some information that was a bit unsettling.

It's always horrible when you trust someone, and they let you down.

When someone promises you something- and they don't live up to it.

There's only one person I'm really talking to, right now.
And I know they blog quite a bit. Hopefully they'll see this and come to the realization.
And I hope it weighs on their' conscious, because they've turned into the person they always said they would never be.
And I promise you...
The person you claim to be anymore- isn't what you wanted. I promise that you'll regret becoming the selfish, impure, lustful person you used to dread.

Look here...

2012-04-10T14:33:00.002-07:00

I have to be honest here. I've been neglecting this blog. My last post was talking about how I'm going to "write more often". Unfortunately, that was an empty promise. It's hard to write here.
Kind of because I don't know what to say.
Usually, I have events that go on in my life... and I have things to write about. I have strong opinions that I can write about.

There's just not much going on.

I finally came out of my room today at 2pm. I did my nails yesterday, and put acrylics on. It was easier than I thought it would be. Although... It's hard to get the stupid things on before the acrylic mixture hardens. I had to try twice on my thumb. First world problems.

I even went over-board with the color and decided to re-paint it.

I've also gotten an instagram. (If you can't tell by the photos.)
You can follow me at Omglizzi.

Really, I've just been packing. I'm moving in 15.5 days. (April 16th instead of the 28th) Really soon... I need to get myself together. We're also taking a trip to Utah on the 27th. My birthday week is going to be crazy...

So let's see... I will be TRYING to write more. Okay? Okay.

LOOK, it's me.

2012-03-21T01:55:00.001-07:00

Hey guys! I know... it's been about a month since I've updated my blog. There's been a lot of things going on, and I took a little break from the internet. (Well needed... I assure you.)

But instead of giving you something HORRIBLY long and wordy... I'll just give you a list of the new things that have been keeping me away from the talkie-box I spend too much time on.

-Moving in with Sean on April 28, and starting packing

-Visited Northern Colorado for Spring break, and spent some time relaxing

-I got a promise ring from my amazing boyfriend. (He's too sweet to me sometimes.)

-I'm pretty sure I've been to the dentist twice in the time I've been away...

-And last, but not least, I've been doing things that are more important than playing online.

Oh you hush... You know the internet is like the a mind-controlling boss.

Which reminds me. I've gotten a lot of little gaming time in. (:

When I was up in NoCo, Sean and I re-bought Kingdom Hearts, and bought a game that was new to both of us: "Shadow of Colossus".

It was fun.

Shadow of Colossus is all about the bosses. We decided it would be a sick tattoo idea to have the little warrior standing with his back towards us, and the giant boss towering over him. Nice nice.

It's the little things.

Honestly... I don't have tons of reasons for being absent. I'm just going to leave it at "It was necessary". But I'll be writing more blogs for you guys in the near future. Possibly every day. But we get there when we get there. Tumblr is just so much easier.

And prettier.

Ah well. It's 3am, and I haven't yet gone to bed. So I suppose I should get on that.

Good morning everyone!

no

2012-02-20T11:21:00.000-08:00

I'm so tired.
Physically and emotionally, I'm just beat.
I've gotten a maximum of 2 hours of sleep, and that wasn't until early this morning.

I just can't catch a break. As soon as I think I'm doing something right... everything turns around and bites me.

I just wish that someone would think I'm irraplacable for once. I always seem to be disposable.
I feel like a scratching post.
I just want one person to text me. Just one.
I could care less about anyone else.
Just one..

I don't know how much I can do, guys.

Yeah, no.

2012-02-20T01:16:00.000-08:00

Amazingly frustrated right now.
I was having a pretty good night. I was texting funny people, I was watching Family Guy, and I was playing on omegle. Totally fine night.
Sean went to bed after working so hard on something for school. I was really proud of him. It takes drive to stay up until 12am working on an assignment. I would have just gone to sleep.
I had just been sitting here, and then it started.
I got a flood of unpleasant texts from someone I usually enjoy texting.

Now, I can usually deal with drama very easily....
I ignore it.
But tonight's drama began with a topic that questioned my honor, and my reputation.
It infuriated me.
Not only did these texts say that I was untruthful, but said that I am making bad decisions and hurting people.

Now I can handle being yelled at. But texting me out of nowhere with twisted facts, and false accusations? No.
It's complete bullshit that I would be getting ridiculous texts like this at 1am. When I'm just hanging out. It pisses me off.

So you know what? I dealt with the problem. I called the person that was twisting the facts to begin with, and called them out. I told them that I was done with the drama, because my name shouldn't be vile gossip on someone's tongue. I told them not to talk to me. I then blocked and deleted them on Facebook, Skype, and deleted their' number.

I'm done with the bullshit. Maturity obviously doesn't come with age, and I don't have time to babysit.

I'm actually quite happy with my choices and life. I'll be even happier AFTER April 25th. My life is my own, and I don't need anyone telling me what I could have/should have done to "improve" it.

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What I don't understand about the world now-a-days, is everyone's concern for other people's lives. Everyone seems so focused on "setting others straight". It's upsetting. If you're so worried about my life, you wont have time for yours.

Please everyone. If you're involved in something that drives you crazy, or if you're involved in "drama", just let it go. Is it really worth arguing about? Just ignore it.
If it's on Facebook, block them.
If it's over text, tell them to shoo- and delete the number.
If it's in person, tell them to leave you alone, and stay away from them.

What it comes down to,
is that it's really easy to remove drama from your life.
Stopping the drama starts with you.

"Drama just comes to me"...
Oh no no no no no no you just stop right there.
Drama doesn't "come to you".
You accept it.

If you think about it, it's so easy to just ignore it.
Unless this person is COMING TO YOUR HOUSE,
and BREAKING DOWN YOUR DOOR,
You don't have to deal with it.
Even then, call the police. That's when it gets to be creepy.

You have one life to live,
and you will never get a chance to change the past. Why would you waste your valuable life time fighting with someone?
Unless you really want them in your life, (And you have to be dead set on that. ) it's usually not worth it.

Guys, just try to make yourself happy. You can do more than you think. Don't wait for happiness to find you. Don't wait for that one person to text you. Don't sit there arguing with the person who wont leave you alone.
Be proactive, and DO SOMETHING.
You're more powerful than you give yourself credit for.

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Have a good day everyone (: Good morning.

Quit the duck face.

2012-02-17T01:35:00.000-08:00

As I was about to write my blog, a post went up on facebook that was too good not to share.

My comment keeps getting likes. What can I say? I tell it like it is. The thing looked like a fluffy penis.

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Do I have your attention now?

Welcome back. I was beginning to miss you.
Where have you been?
Facebook?
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhmm.

It's actually 1:37am right now. I'm waiting to feel tired.
It's not going that great.

Like I said in one of my previous blogs, it's easier to fall asleep when you're happy. Insomnia gets the best of you when you're not.

I suppose I should explain why I'm upset. Wouldn't want you left in the dark.

I'm sick of feeling powerless in situations. Sick of feeling like I don't have any sway in anyone's opinions or emotions. I just want to feel like I'm helping.
Earlier on, I received a text that nearly broke my heart. I felt like I should have been there, physically, to help them. It pisses me off to the extreme that I'm just not helpful.
Especially for the people who I should be helping the most.

People message me on Facebook asking for help all the time. I'm able to give them advice that actually means something to them.
But when it comes to the people's emotions that I value most... I feel powerless to help.

I don't know. I guess what's bothering me the most, is that I can't help one specific person right now. Someone who I care about so deeply, that I'd do anything to make them feel better.
But I feel like I nothing I do even brings a smile to their face. And out of everyone I know, they deserve a smile most right now. I just don't know how to help. Or if I even could.

(2:04am)

I'm also having a hard time making a blog. I have so much bottled up inside, but I can't even focus.
There's also not enough words in the English language to describe how I'm feeling.

Lost. Unhelpful. Sick.

Something along those lines.

I just want to be in Loveland right now. I just want to move already. I hate this.

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So enough of my bitching. No one wants to read bitching.

I'm going to be going to my Uncle's house tomorrow for a week. I think I'm leaving later on in the afternoon, so I'll be sitting down just in time to blog.
I hate the thought of sleeping in that house.

The house is fine. Don't get me wrong. Nice house.
Just... it's not where I belong.
THIS house is not where I belong. But at least it's mine. I have free reign to walk around in my underwear.

I also wont be able to smoke. So you're going to get some angry blogs this week.
Angry. Blogs.

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So this is where I get sappy and give you a link to something.
It will be okay. I promise. Just relax,
take a deep breath. Sometimes you need a little cheesy.

I also want you to check out my friend Ashley's blog. She's amazing, and she's an amazing writer. She was writing about Valentine's day the other day, and my mouth was literally hanging open.
She's also been blogging about healthy exercise recently, and God knows I need to pay more attention to that.

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I'm sorry that this wasn't an amazing blog tonight, guys. I'm just not in an "amazing" mood. Tomorrow will be better.

I hope you all have an amazing day.
You deserve the best.
<3
-Lizzi

(2:34)

OH LOOK! That blog thing!

2012-02-16T00:11:00.000-08:00

I adore the movie "The Babysitter".
No,
I freaking LOVE the movie The Babysitter.
It's my all time favorite thug movie.

Since no one actually PAYS for things on the internet anymore, I'm watching a movie online, called "The Babysitter". It's so damn funny. It's like... if Snoop dog and Eminem were both sperm donors for Jess from "New Girl", that would be the main character.

(Jess from New Girl, if you don't watch it. ^ )

Yes, I know it's almost 1am.
I know I'm drinking lime soda and watching pirated movies.
I know.
Lizzi, you should go to sleep, you spend too much time on the internet, blah blah...
No really. I know.
You're starting to sound like my mom. Jeez.

No... my mom doesn't care.

ANYWAY.
For those of you who also spend "too much" time online, I've decided to come up with a list of nifty little sites to waste your time on.
So here goes, in no particular order.

1.) Facebook (This goes without saying... )
2.) Twitter
3.) Memebase
4.) Omegle
5.) Top 50 Time Wasters
6.) Cleverbot
7.) Youtube
8.) zMovie (Free [Not necessary legal] Full length NEW movies. )
9.) Hulu
10.) Blogger

Oh Lizzi, you're so funny. You blog about wasting time on Blogger.
Really, I do.
If you guys don't have a blog yet, maybe you should get one. It's actually really fun, and it's an easy way to vent if you're just fed up. I spend a lot of time on here writing the blogs that you read. I've probably spent 30 minutes just on this part of the blog alone.
I spend so much time on these sites.
I almost wish I had more to add to that list. Maybe a "Top 20 time waster" list.
But then again, I put a site that has 50 time wasters on it. So what now.
Facebook and youtube are just sites that are hardwired into our brains as mega sites.

When something funny happens, you take pictures of it for Facebook.
When someone says something funny, you quote it on facebook.
Don't you lie to me, I know you do it.

Speaking of facebook... All of today's posts were really sad.
Or about a significant other.

Hmmm.
Just saw a status that someone's friend just got in a car accident, and they're in coma. And that person wants everyone to text them.
Huh.
That's really unfortunate and all... but your friend just went into a coma... and you're facebooking? I'm not sure I grasp that.

I think 2 of the funniest statuses I've ever seen on my facebook were:

( Click on the photos to make them bigger. )

And:

"I'm being pulled over, and probably getting arrested".

It was so funny to open up my facebook and see that someone cared enough about Facebook to update their status as they were going to be put in jail. Nice.

I don't want to live on this planet anymore.

And Twitter...
Don't even get me started.
Unlike Facebook, there's no social boundaries on how much you can tweet.
At least on Facebook, it's considered rude to flood someone's news feed with your thought and be invasive. On Twitter, it's encouraged.
You could update your Twitter 500+ times a day, and no one would think you're weird.

Case and point:

He's funny and all... but this was just right up there. He floods my twitter DAILY with random things I couldn't care less about. Most of them stolen quotes from other people.
Thanks.

I actually got a really weird tweet from someone not too long ago. They tweeted me a picture of my house, and my location in it.
I guess that the Twitter location services were keeping track a little TOO well.
I turned that shit off.

I think the weirdest part was that he only had one tweet, and it was to me. And who's standing near me? It says that someone was standing close to where I was.
He's blocked.

The Internet used to be a great thing. People used it to communicate and find people like them/ ideas for the future.
And now people use it to stalk everyone online.

You can't say you haven't done it either.

We've all gotten on Facebook, and ended up going through the albums of people on there.
We've looked at their information, and looked at someone's statuses and updates from months back.
We're all creepy on the Internet.
But the best part is, we all complain about creeps. And trolls.

This video perfectly explains my point.

She is absolutely hilarious.
She makes me feel better, knowing that someone's out there spitting out the truth. More power to her.

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The point of this blog isn't to make you feel bad for spending all of your time online. It's to celebrate it.
Look at you.
Our future is technology.
You're just getting an extreme jump start on the future.
You think ahead.
Clever you.

It's also to give you some ideas of other sites to help you "plan for the future".

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I also recommend google chrome, if you don't have it. (GOD forbid that you still use Explorer. )
It's got a nice app store that's completely free as well. It's got a mountain of things that are free to add on your computer, without a download.
(Angry birds, Instagram, Art programs, Music... etc. )

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So feel better about spending all of your time online.
Because sun? Who needs sun.
We just need our computer glow.
It's too bright out there anyway.

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I hope you guys enjoyed my blog today. I got a bit sarcastic in there. But don't take me seriously all the time. I'm a computer nerd too.
Have a good day everyone. Or if you haven't slept yet, go to bed. I'll still be here when you wake up.
(:

Secret handshake.

2012-02-15T00:19:00.000-08:00

You know how they say, "A blank piece of paper can be intimidating", because you don't know where to start when you write? You can feel overwhelmed because you're just sitting there staring at white. It's blank. It's waiting for you to begin something... and you lost everything you had to say because it's so... empty.
That applies to blogs too.
My editing page looks like this:

So when I start writing... this is all I see.
White.
And you know... I have so much to say up until I get to this page. From the moment I type in "blogger.com", I'm surrounded by white, and I forget everything.
I actually have to force myself to remember what I wanted to talk about.
So here we go with today's blog.
You see what I did there? My page is no longer blank.

Easier working space.

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As you all know
( Because of your facebook news feed blowing up with pink pictures, presents, and multiple status updates on the pros and cons of Valentines day... )
IT WAS VALENTINE'S DAY.

That's where I'm going to begin talking, because that was what I woke up to.
Pink shit.
My mom woke me up to give me a chocolate bear that was about the size of my palm. Valentine's day has always been a day that my family gives little gifts.
Like a super mini pink Christmas.
I don't think anyone actually does it because they WANT to, though. I think it's more of a "This is what we do. So I'm going to do it" thing.
I played on the computer for a couple hours, before I decided to go on a walk to smoke and find the glove I lost while walking last night.

I wandered up a hill, and found a little ditch. I guess it's private property ( Someone had to tell me later on. )
But it was so peaceful. Sitting on this hill, with no one knowing where I was. It was just a time to get away.
Eventually, my mom texted me asking me where I was, so I walked back home.

I spent the next few hours rolling through facebook, and I watched an episode of House on Hulu.
(I'm so active.)

This is where everything gets a little more interesting.

I went with my family to Fazoli's. I started people watching, and realized that there was every type of couple there.
I saw a young couple,
an old couple,
A couple with children,
A double date,
and a guy by himself.
It was almost cute to watch the young couple giggle and take pictures together. Ahhh innocence.

I went to cold stone creamery afterwards, to get some cake batter ice cream.

When I was walking across the parking lot to the doors, I saw a little white car COVERED in Bob Marley apparel.
Bumper-stickers,
Bobble head...
It even had a Jamaican flag flying from the antenna.
It was definitely something interesting.
I can get down with some "I shot the sheriff", but not when it's coming out of your exhaust pipe.

Then I came home and skyped with Sean. He got me a little devil/angel bear. It was so cute.
I felt bad, because I thought I could buy his V-day present later, and give it to him on the 27th, but he had already gotten me something to show on skype. He said it wouldn't count as a Valentine's gift if I got it on another day. I know he was joking around, but I took it seriously.

He has to wake up early, so we said goodnight around 10pm.

As soon as we hung up, I rushed to the store.
Like a bat out of hell,
I ran to get my Valentine's day gift for him.

As soon as I got home,
I sent him a picture.
I felt accomplished. Like I had succeeded in this game of "Beat the Clock".

Maybe I'm too competitive.

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That's basically my entire day. I mean... there were a few things I didn't explain... but I didn't think you'd want to know how many bristles are on my toothbrush.
( I tried to count. Couldn't find a tweezer. Bitches are hard to hold on to. )

This blog isn't going to be amazingly interesting.
Probably because I started late... it's 1:14am.

I don't know... I'm just finding it easier to sleep tonight. I'm already tired. I guess that's what happens when I feel better.
And I do feel better.
Like I said in my blog last night... I only needed a specific text. And I got it.

I hope you all had a good day,
and I hope today's even better.
You're awesome. Thank you for reading.
It will be more interesting today.
LET'S MAKE IT HAPPEN.

^ My chocolate bear.

I get it. 3rd blog? No life.

2012-02-13T23:30:00.000-08:00

Awwwwwwh, it's you again? Welcome back (: I missed you.

I'm still up. Happy Valentine's day, everyone. It's officially the day. Go forth and multiply.
What am I doing? Oh thank you for asking.
Look at you.
Caring about me.

I'm facebooking.
Yepp.
Taking pictures and facebooking.

Honestly... that probably seems like a dumb picture.
But it's got a story.
Kind of a love story.
Get your sappy seatbelts on, let's begin.

That little stuffed puppy is a victoria's secret puppy.
It's not really expensive,
or collectible.
But a couple months ago, Sean and I went on a trip to Denver. We spent the whole day there... and we ended up at the Cherry Creek Mall.
I went into victoria's secret, and got this puppy with my purchase.
Upon going back to Sean's house, he sprayed it with his cologne.
When I took it home, it made me feel comfortable that I had his smell on something that gave me a memory.
Throughout the months, we've passed it back and forth, each spraying it with our scents.
It was at his house from September 2011 to the beginning of February 2012.
When I left his house this last time, he sprayed it, and then gave it back to me.
I've been sleeping with it every night.
I actually have woken up holding it a few times.
It's just one of those things that brings you back to happier times. You know... like a good memory. It's something special to me. I actually posted this picture on my facebook too.

This picture was taken July 7th, 2011:

I've had this puppy for a long time.
It's actually by my computer right now. I can see it as I type.

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It's one of those things that reminds you that it will all be okay. Not just because of who it's from, but because I look at it and remember how tough things seemed up until February 2011.

It's like a scar.
You remember how much it hurt when the wound was fresh. You remember the bad times it brought. But now you can look back on it, and see that you're in a better place.

I can't say that I'm in a better place. Summer 2011 was the best summer I've ever had. There was peace,
happiness,
and laughter.
No stress... no wondering if you had an assignment for school you needed to study for.
No wondering if you were going to wake up sad or upset.

Here's where I'm going to get sappy as all hell.

My challenge for you today,

Is to find that happy item.

You're probably not going to listen to me, because you think you're too cool to find a "happy item".

But if you're waking up this morning, dreading this valentines day for whatever reason,
I need you to find something that you can look at and think,
"Hey. There were better times. Today sucks, but I know at one point, I was so happy".

Things always seem like they'll never get better. When you're in the heat of a moment, you feel hopeless,
wondering if you'll ever feel alright again.

But when you think you can't make it through, I challenge you to think of the LAST time you thought you wouldn't make it through.
Look what you've done.
You're here.
You're reading my 3rd blog of the night. Why?
Because you're stronger than you think.

If you're single today, putting on a brave face,
good for you.
You will get through today. You only have to get through a couple hours of gooey couple shit before you start another day, and they go back to fighting and living life.

If you're in a relationship today, and you don't feel like he/she is doing enough for you today,
just remember that it's just another day.

Maybe it's called "Valentine's Day".
But hunnie, it's just another tuesday.
You just have more pink.
And if you don't like pink,
hide in your room,
online,
with me.
(Big cheesy grin here. )

Find your comfort item. Make it something that makes you smile when you look at it.
Remember that you can do it.

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If you could care less about Valentine's day, and hate me for blogging about it,
this still applies to you.
A comfort item isn't just for Holidays and awkward situations.
It's something that reminds you that you can do it.

And God knows we both have enough stress.

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Just be happy today, guys. Don't make me tell you again.
You're worth all the happiness in the world.

<3

Have a good day everyone.

Part 2- Post Dinner

2012-02-13T19:36:00.000-08:00

So we can get into the mood together, listen to my music as you read. It's the same music I was listening to while writing it.
(Or not. You know... whatever makes you happy.)

I'm still in a bad mood. Who would have guessed? Me. I would have guessed.
As it stands, I'm still playing the "Fuck the World" game until I get a certain text.
Which, hey, might not actually arrive for a week.
Isn't that great?
I might be pissy for a week.

Anyway... tomorrow is Valentine's day. Not to rub it in... I know that most of you hate me for even bringing it up right now.
I hate it.
I loathe valentine's day.
I've been single EVERY year.
And every year, my dog is the only valentine I have.
Why do we do this to ourselves?
It's like... we know that Valentine's day is going to be a disappointing, but we wake up V-day morning like,

And we end it bawling our eyes out, because nothing actually happened.
Our expectations are too high.

YOUR expectations are too high.

I also want to take a moment,
and have a moment of silence,
for the virginity's that are going to be lost tomorrow.

Everyone bow your heads....
and let's all say a prayer for the countless moans,
and souls,
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AND ONE MORE FOR THE PEOPLE WHO WILL SPEND TOMORROW CRYING WITH A BOX OF CHOCOLATES AND DISSAPOINTMENT, BECAUSE SO AND SO DOESN'T LOVE THEM ANYMORE AND THEY HATE LIVING AND THEY'RE WATCHING TITANIC BECAUSE NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE THEM AGAIN AS THEY HATE EVERYTHING IN FRONT OF THEM.
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Okay that's enough to mess with your head,
let's get down to the goodie goodies.

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We need to change the subject before you start thinking too much into that... so let's talk about The Walking Dead.
Did anyone else see that yesterday?
And the Grammy's?

The Grammy's were a bit dissapointing. I mean... the first hour of it alone,
was enough to bore you to death.

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I'm actually about to head out on a walk... I need to clear my head a little bit. I'm sure I'll probably write more later. So this might be a 3 part blog.
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Have a good night everyone... And if you're going to be alone tomorrow,
I hope you have an amazing Valentine's.

If you're not alone,

wear a condom.

Goodnight everyone.

Part 1- before dinner.

2012-02-13T17:29:00.000-08:00

I just used my laptop as an arm extension to shut my door.

Hi guys.

So I'm going to be straight up with you, and tell you that I'm having a god awful day. But that's why I blog, right? To let these cooped up emotions flow.
The day started out alright. Woke up and smoked a cigarette.
That was actually just how it happened too. There was no "get water after rolling out of sheets and wandering the house". No. It was just immediate.
I woke up, rolled out of bed, grabbed a smoke, and walked outside. There wasn't even a pause. I guess my body knew that today was going to suck.
Come to think of it, I did have a sinking feeling in my gut this morning. I thought I'd just put it aside to go about my day, because I had no reason to be feeling that way.
I came back inside, and started up my laptop.
I sat there, playing online for a while.
Played some relaxing music, checked my facebook... etc.
I went out to smoke (Yet again ). Except this was my last cigarette. A lucky. Now why wasn't it lucky...?
This is where everything fell apart.
I can honestly say that I'm confused as hell.
I didn't do anything actually "argument worthy"... But I guess everyone's just having a bad day.
Great, isn't it? Day before valentine's day.
People fight.
That's the spirit.
Spread the love.

I had an anxiety attack immediately following. Yaaaaaaaaaaay me.
This one was pretty bad... but it was more of a "feels like pins are being stuck in me all over" feeling, instead of just my heart.
I think I need to go back to the doctor.
I don't think it's healthy to be having this many heart problems.

I was able to do my makeup, and take a few pictures with my brother too. Just some silly webcam photos.

But after all the shit that happened, I just wasn't feeling okay. I decided that since it wasn't going to be resolved, I was just going to sleep my problems away. So from 3-5 something, I was sleeping. Avoiding my problems.

Of course, you always have to wake up. And I did.
Would you be surprised if I told you that the problems HADN'T gone away?
Yeah, me neither.

The problems are STILL here, as a matter of fact.
Day before valentine's day... seems like I'm going to be spending Valentine's day alone without a text, call... or whatever.

Well I'm going to go eat dinner, and I'll be writing another blog afterwards . (Part 2- post dinner )

Everyone chill. (:
Eat something.

The types of Facebookers...

2012-02-12T16:08:00.000-08:00

I'm feeling really "bloggy" today... so I thought I'd get a jump start and begin writing my first blog today. I'm pretty sure I'm going to be writing another one tonight, but it's always fun to write.

So my morning has started out very interesting.

I have an interesting sense of humor today. It probably wont be funny to anyone else, but I'm getting a huge kick out of it.

I woke up to my mom telling me that she had made breakfast. Which was weird... we never make family meals... especially breakfast.
Hell... we don't usually eat breakfast, I think.
At least I don't. My meals start in the afternoon.

You know, usually when I write a blog... I just start talking and see where it takes me. I don't set out a specific topic. I usually just wing it. But I had some specific things that were on my mind this morning that I wanted to talk about. It's kind of going to be more of a "List" of things. SO LET'S GET THIS STARTED.

1.) Faking being "Bisexual/Lesbian/Gay. I realize that a lot of people wont say anything about this, because they're not prepared to deal with the shit that they're going to get. But here I go. Fact of the matter is, being "bisexual" is a new trend going around. I'm not denying that people can be bisexual. I'M bisexual. But I'm saying that being "bisexual" started being considered something cool to be recently, and people are calling themselves bisexual, just to fit into a certain group. I'm really getting annoyed with it. It's like people are putting on this fake show, so that people will like them more.
I can't tell you how many times I've gotten a message from some 13 year old girl on facebook saying "I'm bisexual. Are you bisexual"?
Why in the world would you open up a conversation like that?
The way you can tell the "fake" people from the legit people is by the way they open a conversation. This picture really explains my whole point.

Needless to say, I ended that conversation really fast.
I'm sure I look great in lingerie. That's not the point where I got uncomfortable. What made me uncomfortable was the fact that she was completely cookie cutter fake.
I'm going to let you guess what she looked like.

Come on. Guess.

Think about the hair first.

Hmm?

You got it?

I'll give you a hint. Hair in the face, mirror pictures... etc.
(Unfortunately she's blocked now... so I can't show you. )
So THAT'S TOPIC NUMBER ONE. I just wanted to express how annoying it is... I understand being "bi-curious"... I understand trying to find yourself. Just please be open about it, and admit that you aren't sure.

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and Topic number
2.) Facebook/Text talk.

Now see, I rarely get on people for this, because I feel like it would be ridiculous to tell other people to have better grammar, when I can just as easily delete them.
But I'm going to put it on my blog, in hopes that maybe someone will read it and think; "Hey. That sounds like me. Maybe it does look weird to spell it like that". Because it does.
I'm talking about when
p30pl3 sp3ll l!k3 d!s.
Orr Whenn Peoplee Typee Likee Thiss.
or like dis.
Or lyke thiss.
Or LyKe ThIs.
Or wit bahd grahmur lyke thes.

It's not attractive, nor legible when you type like that. I'd much rather throw myself off a bridge than read countless facebook statuses saying things that I don't care about, much less understand.
It's always the people that post stupid statuses too. MULTIPLE times a day.

See, there are multiple kinds of people on facebook. Maybe we should go through them.

The "I'm going to tell you every detail of my life" person

These are the types of people that wake up, and write a facebook status about it.
"I'm up now... going to go eat some cereal".
or
"Going to go brush my teeth and go to the mall now for some fun with (tagged person)".

The "Like my band" facebooker

Especially if you're friends with someone on facebook who's actually in a band. They message you multiple times a month, with a mass message telling everyone to "Go here and like my page". If you say okay, you might even get back a "Thanks bro. 'Preciate it".
My answer will always be "no".
My facebook is for my friends. And friends don't let friends be asses on facebook, mmkay?

The "I don't actually know these people, and my name isn't real" person

What's more annoying than role playing facebookers? Role playing facebookers who try to pretend they're real.
Usually with names like "AlyssaStole MySocks SixxFreak"... they prowl on facebook, adding everyone and everything they see. You don't honestly expect me to believe that 5,000 people actually know you, do you? Ehh... I'll pass. You'll always get a rejected friend request from me if you're not a real person. I have no time to deal with fake faces and names.

The "I hashtag wrong on every status" person

Need I say more? This type of facebooker will write statuses like,

"So excited for the movies tonight.
# I like movies".

I almost always want to comment like, "FOR REAL. IT'S FACEBOOK, NOT TWITTER. YOU'RE NOT ACTUALLY DOING ANYTHING BESIDES FAILING AT DOING A HASH-TAG".
Hash-tags are supposed to look like this, everyone.

And notice how it's on twitter? Yeahhhhhhhhhhhh.

The "I only take pictures of my dog/cat" person

Need I say more?

(That was so funny... I opened my facebook, and this was on top. The comments are perfect too.)

The horrible speller

"Bruhh i totallee need too go get sum of dat choklat chip eyece creem we had the othur day".

WHAT DID YOU SAY. YOU NEED WHAT? ICE CREAM? Okay.

The deep poet

The attention seeker

"Like my status if I'm pretty".
"I'm feeling so sad today".
People who seek attention through any means necessary... it just gets annoying. Even if you actually are feeling sad, do you really need to post it on facebook and complain? What's that going to do for you? You might get likes. Maybe a comment. But that shouldn't mean so much to you that you feel happier with them.
And just for the record, seeking out compliments takes you down 2 or 3 points on the "attractive" scale.

( I just played "see how fast you can take a picture and delete your status" )

The copy and paste other people's statuses and quotes to get likes

We've all seen it. People taking quotes from other people, and pretend they made it up just so that they could get some likes.
Really though... why is getting likes so important?

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I honestly can't think of any more. (Help me out? LIKE MY FACEBOOK POST AND COMMENT TELLING ME WHAT YOU THINK. )
While you're at it, like my band, yo.
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Now on to bigger and brighter things.
I will start talking about my life, now. If you don't mind.

I'm going to be going to my uncle's house for a week on Friday. He's going off to Mexico and I'm in charge of babysitting the dogs and watering plants.
(A certain blast. )
One of the things everyone in my family's been telling me is "Don't have anyone over there while you're there".
Really...? Even if I wanted to have people over... who would I bring over? All of my friends are up north.
Remember my picture I posted in my blog a few days ago?

(Hope this looks familiar. )

So I don't have anyone down here anyway... but the thought that I would be cool enough to have a party while you're gone was sweet. <3

I'm also going to be going down to Loveland on the 27th to celebrate something amazing.
So that's going to be 2 weeks out of this house. Uh... hell yes. Epic win right there.

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I hope you guys are all having a good day.
Oh my god it's 5pm...
UGH.
I Well on the bright side... I'm one day closer to April 25th.

Another blog will be up later! Have a good day.

Oh right, no life.

2012-02-12T00:14:00.000-08:00

I definitely was just about to go to bed. Thought; "Hey, 12:31am... I might as well try that sleep thing that people always talk about".
And then I remembered the blog.
I remembered my obligation to the blog...
so I hauled my butt over here and started writing.

Hello, you. We meet again to discuss my life.

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You could say that I had something like an "eventful" day today. As eventful as I imagine it could get on a Saturday with pouring snow and no local friends.
It started out boring... my mom told me that she wanted me to go to an auction with her to find a vehicle. So I trudged over to the dryer to put on my warm and cozy clothes.
I can't say I looked super great today... I don't feel like any of my clothes are that great. Just threw on some jeans, a black shirt, and my leather jacket.
Oh, and a pink scarf. You know... color.
So lame.

I always thought it sounded fancy to write "colour" instead of "color". Seems so... french. Why do people do that anyway? My computer keeps auto correcting me.

I actually decided not to go to the auction in the end though. I know... I got my makeup done and everything. But I guess I just wanted to stay home more than going to stand in a cold warehouse with old men. (Cheers.)
So I smoked a cigarette in my meantime. Almost lost my fingers in the process from frostbite, but you know... whatever gets my nicotine fix.
Then I went back to my computer. Bored as hell, and sitting on Facebook. You know... my Facebook is actually really busy. I realized that if I didn't touch it for a day or two, I'd have over a hundred notifications. I already wake up with about 20 every morning. And then throughout the day I get constant notifications. I think it's just because I spend a lot of time playing online. I always have Facebook up in a tab.
Oh look... there goes another notification. Crazy.

I have no life.

I then went out to smoke AGAIN, but only smoked half a cigarette. Again, if you read last night's post, you'll know I'm running out and conserving. But speaking of smoking, my mom has been complaining constantly about my new neighbors. I guess they smoke, or something. She hates it. Except... she used to smoke? So... hmm.

My mom came home with McDonald's food. After munching that and watching a episode of Grimm on Hulu, I went back to my facebooking ways.

(Why did my day seem so busy? The more I write it out, the more I get bored with myself... )

I decided to post something on a forum too, about a game. By the time the sun set, I had a response and a Facebook friend request from a boy in the UK offering to help me with what I needed. (Yu-Gi-Oh skills... )
I spent hours with this kid, listening to everything he had to tell me. And it was nice of him to help me out... I enjoyed it. I learn something every day.
I really just spent my night online and texting Sean. Planning another trip down there for the 27th. (One year... sigh... )
Honestly, having a bit of difficulty with my mom with that plan. Not a lot of understanding and love going around at my house right now. (Or ever. ) But life goes on. Shit happens.
I'm also not looking forward to Valentine's day.

I've always been alone on Valentine's day. Always single. And I guess this year, in a way, I'll be alone again. Physically, anyway.
(Pity me, like you pity the people who write about being alone on Facebook. )

I also cleaned out most of the files on my computer today. Too much junk. A messy computer is like a messy room to me.
Can't have a cluttered living space.

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So that's my day. Not much to report... nothing to really to give you to make you smile and such... except for
THIS:

Goodnight, everyone. Or... Good morning. Whichever you prefer to get technical with.
<3
Thank you guys so much for reading. Even on the off days. It means so much to me.
Talk to you later.

Okay, I'm going to pretend I'm the more mature one here.

2012-02-10T23:19:00.000-08:00

Let's get this straight. I don't feel like I want to be mature tonight.
I don't want to behave myself, and I don't want to give a damn about anything that's happening.

I thought tonight was going to be great. All I got, though, was an...

Well god damn it.

I want to write a vicious blog. I want to talk about things I'm holding inside, but I just can't.
I should be able to... this is MY blog. But for some reason I'm holding back. Why?

I'm in a pissed off mood, even though I want to pretend I'm not. I want to pretend that nothing in the world is bothering me... and I'm just one tough cookie.

I'm...

Well see. There I go again. Stopping this blog to think before I write. That's not my style. I just let every thought I have flow through my fingertips.

I'll just have to start from the beginning. Tell you my day.
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I went to bed around 4am this morning. After blogging for you guys, I just couldn't sleep. No matter how hard I tried.
And I woke up at 7am. It was weird, because I didn't wake up because of an alarm clock or anything... I just woke up, feeling refreshed at 7am. I texted Sean, and then fell back asleep. ( I had an anxiety attack this morning, around 2am, as well. )
I woke up again at 10am, to find that my mother hadn't gone to school yet. She was downstairs getting ready. Something about no class this morning...?
I waited patiently in my bed for about 30 minutes, until she left. I then went outside for my morning smoke.
I've found myself wanting to chain smoke like crazy, recently. Seeing as though I'm almost out of cigarettes, I've been trying to conserve.
I came back inside, upset.
You know how certain smells can bring back memories? Well the smell of Marlboro Smooths brings back a memory that I try my best to forget throughout the day.
So I immediately went into my shower mode. Running throughout the house finding a towel, clean clothes, ect.
I found everything, and got in the shower. Mostly just to lay down and forget I exist.
I realized that I have an Axe shower gel in my shower, that has a menthol effect.

(Click here to look at something funny I just had to do.)

I rubbed that all over my face, only to realize shortly after,
That the menthol made it burn like hell. Fun fact of the day- don't put Axe shower gel on your face.

After my lovely shower, I blow-dried my hair and did my makeup. I decided that I wouldn't be going anywhere, but at least I could look nice on skype for Sean later.
My mom came home, and then left again. She went shopping at Wal*Mart for some things, and I took the chance to go out again and smoke in peace.

I'm having an anxiety attack.
Fuck.
I need to lay down. Brb.

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I find it funny that I took the time to write that I was having an anxiety attack. Total win.

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My mom came back, and then decided that she wanted macaroni and cheese. SO, she took my brother, and they went to safeway. (Change of scenery perhaps?)

(Don't you try to tell me I spelled "Safeway" wrong, computer. I'm not in the mood. )

I smoked, yet again. I guess I just had feelings piling up, and I didn't know how to deal with them without shoving cancer through my throat.
I remember that cigarette going by really slow. I wanted to get back inside and wash my hands, and it just didn't seem to end.

And after watching "Planet of the Apes" over dinner, I skyped with sean. Which was great. I haven't 'seen' him in quite a while. It was nice.
But it didn't have the best ending.
I suppose I just need to suck it up. I'm done bitching.
I'm a fucking adult.

So yes... that was basically my day. I'm planning on having a similar day tomorrow.
Or... today.
Wonderful... it's 12:04am.

This blog post was pointless.
There.
FUCK IT.

I know I wont go to sleep until 4am... so I'm lying to twitter and blogging.

2012-02-10T00:24:00.000-08:00

Wow... I should have saved more for the actually body of the post. I pretty much just spewed how I felt in the title. I guess the only thing to do now, is explain why.

I have insomnia, so the "Going to sleep at 4am" part isn't something astonishing, or something you should worry about. Believe me... that part's normal. Lying to Twitter... Ah who cares? Blogging... that's whatever.

I guess what's bothering me is what's keeping me up tonight though.

Usually... if I'm happy... I'll be able to go to sleep earlier and faster. But it's now 12:15am, and it seems like what I'm thinking about is putting enough strain on my emotions to keep me up.

Let's get to it.

What's making me upset?

Hmm... well I could start with my boring life. And by boring, I mean that the most I've done today is walked across the short hallway to the study to talk to someone, then retreated back to my room.

Oh the marvelous life of a computer nerd.

This blog really is going to be short and simple... I have a labradoodle pushing me off the bed and kicking me, and someone who wont stop texting me. So it's about time to turn off everything electronic, and find a new cuddle buddy.

But first, I wanted to write this blog to get out there that I'm not happy. I'm not going to sit here and lie straight to your faces. (Even though I lied to my twitter about an hour ago, telling them I was going to bed. ) (It's different. ) This blog is my therapy, and I'll admit that I'm dying over here. I hate being trapped so far from where my heart is. It's killing me that I'm not in bed right now with my baby, fast asleep. The saddest part is, I know that that's exactly where I'd be right now, too. I'd be sleeping. I'd be on my left side, and his left arm would be under my head. The right arm over my stomach...

I'm not happy.

I miss him so.

much.

78 days.

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Oh god... okay. So It's 1:12am now.

I started watching a facebook video as background noise, and it just stole all of my attention. Holy hell.

Watch this:

Basically- the daughter of this man bashed him on facebook, and was talking shit about what he makes her do. (Like chores and such.) She wrote a long letter on there... thinking her parents were blocked. Well, they were, but their' dog had a facebook page, and was her friend.

When he got on the dog's profile, after spending $130 to fix it for her, he found the horrible letter that he was never supposed to see.

He made this video in response,

and at the end takes out a gun and SHOOTS the computer on the ground, and tells her; "You're grounded. From everything. No computer. No TV. No camera. No phone. When you're allowed to go out again, which may be in college, you will be getting a job and paying for a new computer yourself. After you pay me back for this one and every bullet I shot through it".

I think this is amazingly badass.

He just showed up and put his foot down, in the most memorable way ever. I'm happy he did this... his daughter will probably never mess with him again.

If you guys want to check this man out, here's his facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/tommyjordaniii

Damn.

Well I hope you guys all enjoy that... Have a good morning.

If you haven't gotten to sleep yet, I suggest you do. It's a cruel world. The least you can do is be awake to deal with it.

Android... why don't you want to screenshot?

2012-02-09T20:07:00.000-08:00

I'm the proud owner of a Huaweii Ascend 2. If you're not familiar with what that it, I put a picture here, just for you.

Yeah... that's my phone. Cute, huh?
Well it's a pain in my ass.
Like any android, it doesn't have a screenshot feature yet. With most phones, you're able to take a screenshot just by pressing the power button and the home button together. But no... not androids.
If you own an android, you've probably come across this problem as well. And when you try to download an app, it says you have to have a "rooted" phone to be able to take screenshots.
I'm going to go out on a whim here, and assume that most of you have no idea what I'm talking about. Alright... I'll break this down.
A rooted phone is a phone that has access to files that you normally wouldn't be able to see. If you made your phone a rooted phone, and no idea what you were doing, you'd mess your phone up quite a bit.
So not only is the first step sticky... the rest of the process of downloading the app, and setting a screenshot is ridiculously hard if you have no idea how to work it.
I'm sure I could... but for the sake of me not having enough money to buy a new phone, I'm not going to even chance it.
So no rooting for me.
I started googling around... trying to find out how I could take a screenshot of my phone through my computer.
I found a way...
but I have to download 3 things before I can even consider it.
SO HERE I AM.
In the process of downloading the last thing I need to be able to take screenshots.
I've always been skeptical about downloading things. I waited so long to get this computer, that doing anything to possibly harm it scares the life out of me. (Yeah... I don't have much of a life outside of the screen.)

So here I sit... blogging. My screen full of junk.

Speaking of... how do you guys like the new layout of my blog? I changed everything around. I got tired of the fonts and colors... so I thought I'd try something new. It's even got a nifty little "Twitter" feed on the top right corner.
Go look at that.

Awwwwh isn't it cute?

I'm actually pretty proud of my twitter. I understand that it's mostly just for celebrities, and people who like to talk about themselves, really. I do.
But I like talking.
I don't even have to be talking to anyone specifically to enjoy myself, which is probably why I like my twitter. I'll just talk and talk, and if anyone cares to comment, they can. It's also a good way of updating the world on what I'm doing, and where I am. ( Since everyone cares. )
It's easier than trying to explain to people my day. I'm just like; "Check my Twitter".

There's more to this story though. It's not just like I wanted to spout random information at you. ( Even though I like to talk... it's usually relevant to something. )
I've started a "collection" as you could call it on Twitter.
It's of all of the NY Ink cast on television. And I know it sounds weird, but hear me out.

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It didn't start as a compulsion to get tweets from them. I just happened to get a Tweet from Megan massacre one day.

( Megan Massacre )

And then I got a tweet from Jessica.

(Jessica)

And then the flamboyant Robear favorited my tweet.

It was at this point, that I decided I was going to get a tweet from everyone on the cast. I already had 3, so I might as well, right?

I got 2 more today. One from Chris Torres,

(Chris Torres)

And much to my suprise, Billy DeCola FOLLOWED me on twitter.

And that just sent me over the edge. Favorited, tweeted, retweeted... I'm on a roll. I only have 3 left to go, and then I'll have all of them.

(Chris quit mid-season. Don't care. Still got him. )

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Okay. I started this blog maybe 3 hours ago. I haven't finished it yet, because I've been procrastinating, and wrestling with this stupid ScreenShot idea.
The only information I could find on it was outdated, so I'm winging it.
I've got 99 problems, but a blog ain't one.

I have a lot of pictures in this blog, huh. Maybe time to add a video. Keep things spicy.
What's that line in the last American Dad? Things are getting too spicy for the pepper.

I do have something that's been on my mind recently, that I feel like I should talk about. I thought it was something I'd get over fast... but I guess that girls hold on to grudges until the day they die.

There's this girl on my facebook, right? Hopefully she's not reading my blog...
I realized that I absolutely DESPISE this girl. Like, it's beyond a little dislike.
Every time I see her name pop up, I'm filled with uncontrollable hate. It takes everything in me not to just write something on her wall, or comment something like "You're a fake bitch, I really hope you drop dead". And that's the nicest thing I could think of saying.
I've had fantasies of curb stomping this female.
And the worst part is... she's never done anything to personally hurt me. She doesn't even know me outside of facebook, and I don't think we've ever directly said a word to each other.

I know you're probably thinking, "Why would you hate her then"?
Honestly- it's because I know her history... and she's tried to nuzzle her way into my group of friends for a long time.
Girls, you'll understand this:
She's the kind of girl who'd sleep with your boyfriend just to say she did it.
But besides the fact that she's amazingly 2-faced, and has a cookie cutter "personality" that almost resembles a 14 year old I know...
I hate her because she probably actually WANTS to sleep with my boyfriend. I know she does.
The fact that my relationship is long distance right now is hard enough. Knowing that she lives close to him, and can't keep her legs shut bothers me.

Alright... there's more to that story. But nothing that I could spill on my blog without leaking too much information and letting everyone know who she is.

I guess I'm just sick of hoes.
That's what it really comes down to.
I'm tired of girls that try to get with your man.

Let me break it down.

I'm sick of hoes, thinking that they have the god-given right to pop pussy to anyone they see. I'm tired of the girls who walk out the door in the morning, knowing that they look like a blow up sex dolls, and keep walking.
I'm tired of girls thinking that they're so hot when their' skirts show some ass.
I'm tired of girls thinking that it's okay to be the tool a guy uses to cheat with.
In the end, it makes that girl gross.

I'm sick of fakes.
I'm sick of hair extensions and colored hair.
I'm sick of fake personalities.
I'm sick of fake relationships.
I'm sick of everything that messes up something good.

Even hoes talk to down to other hoes.

No one wants to be the girl that everyone looks at and goes "What a slut". No one.
So why do they go off having sex like it's as easy as eating a meal? You know- in the bible times- if someone had sex before they were married, or if they cheated, they could be stoned.

That's where people take ROCKS, and throw them at someone, until they die.
Why is it so common now-a-days to cheat? It's wrong. Morally- for everyone. If you know that someone has someone special in their' life, why would you go out of your way to ruin that relationship?

The girl on my facebook is just really a face I can put with the feeling. I know she cheats on people. I know she's been the girl someone's cheated with. She's got the extensions, the dyed hair, the hot topic clothes, and the fake personality. It's not so much that I even hate her specifically. I hate everything she stands for.
But what I think is the worst part... is that most people don't see through it.
It's not hard for me to see into someone.

Ever since I was a kid, I've been able to look at someone and immediately pick up what they're like. Once I hear them talk... I see them interact... I know almost everything about them, front and back.
I've tested this with a few people... to see if I was dead on. I've got everything down, almost to a T.
If I'm unbiased, and focused, I can know someone inside and out.

With this girl, I don't even need to second glance her. I know she's cookie cutter.
I'm curious as to why no one else seems to notice.
Of course- the people she's fucked over know and understand what she's like. They probably wouldn't hesitate to go off on her. But the people she puts on a show for have no idea.

She's one of those "Pretty on the Screen" people. Where she takes great Facebook pictures... but she's not even that pretty in real life- and her insides are even worse.
She's fucking Cruella Deville.

I'm just tired of the bullshit...
In all honesty, I just wish some of the people on this planet would play the "make like a tree and leaf" game.

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Oh. My. Goodness.

Do you see how long this post is getting? You've been reading for FOREVER.
I commend you. You were doing so well until I pointed it out.
Tell me... are you enjoying yourself?

Speaking of.... You guys need to tell me if there's something you'd like me to cover in my blogs. I've got a lot to say on almost any subject. So don't be shy.
What is it the hipsters say.....

"Hit me up".

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Well thank you guys for reading today's blog. I know it was long... and I'm sorry. But I had a bit to say on these subjects.
(And since we're talking about it, I never did figure out how to work the screenshot thing. Ugh. )

I hope that all of you have a nice night, and get some sleep. I'll be up early in the morning... so if you need me, I'll be here.

APPARENTLY, WE JUST ARE GETTING IT. SO.

2012-02-08T18:21:00.001-08:00

accessary, accessory
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leach, leech
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you'll, yule

It's dead, Jim.

2012-02-08T18:07:00.000-08:00

For lack of a better blog title, I put "It's dead, Jim". Have you guys ever seen that? If you have Google Chrome, and your server crashes- that's what pops up. That, and a little block man with a scarf. It's great.

I don't know, guys. I've been procrastinating recently. I've been writing a really long blog post for you ... and I've been getting pretty frustrated with the topic. So I've just been saving it and going back to Facebook, trying to forget about subjects that get me down.

I've been sick too. Started with just a simple sore throat, and progressed into something vicious. (Like the Lykan of illness.)
I now have a runny nose, sore throat, stomach ache, headache, a cough, and an overwhelming urge to sparta-kick the nearest person to me.
Thank you, whoever got me sick.

It's not just the physical hurdles I've been having lately, though. Right now especially- it's something more mental.
As I have previously mentioned... I'm not too fond of my life here in Pueblo. I'm excited to be moving back as soon as possible (April 25th) to Loveland, Colorado.
That's really going to be the highlight of my year, I believe. I'm finally going to be somewhere that I'm really happy, and I'm going to be on my own for once.
Everything about April is going to be exciting for me.

I would feel really foolish explaining how I feel on my blog... because I'm well aware of the people that read it.
Don't get me wrong, I love that you read my blog. I'm happy that I'm able to share this with you. I'm just... afraid of how you'll look at me for saying what I want to say.
Silly, hmm.
You could take it wrong though. Misinterpret what I'm going to say, and stop reading before I get to finish.

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

So I'll tell you what. Let's make a deal.
I'll promise to spill my guts, if you promise to read the entire section below, to ensure that you know the entire story before you go off on me about my "problems"... alright? Okay.

I promise I'm not that bad of a person.

So let's get started.

I'm feeling a little... what's the word... alone. I know that there are people I could talk to... and I know that there are places I could go tonight to get out of my own head. But I just don't want to go. What I really want to do, is just snuggle up with my laptop- eat ravioli- and skype.
It's a total possibility. I guess what I just really want is some super cutesy loving from my boyfriend.
(See this where, if you stopped reading, I'd sound like a needy bitch. )
It's not like that though. It's not that I'm just like, "Oh my god... I need my boyfriend because I love him and blah blah blah blah blah blahhh".
No.
I genuinely enjoy his company. And I'm tired of the stupid conversations I have on a daily basis here.
Like... I'm tired of everything I say having "your face" added to the end of it. (That's my brother, for you.)
Or my mom cackling (Yeah I used that word. What of it. ) at things I'm serious about. I suppose I just want someone who gets me entirely as company. And so far... there are only a select few people like that. And they're all up north.
For those of you that have no idea on a map WHAT I'm talking about, here you go:

(Aren't I awesome? I drew you a little path on the map so you know where Pueblo and Loveland are. Not so easy on a laptop touchpad. )

So yeah. Basically, I'm at point "A". My heart, is at point "B". In April, I'll be moving up to point "B".

Back to what I was saying though... ( Don't leave, I'll still look like an ass. )

I want decent conversation, and to feel loved. None of that actually happens at my house... I'm more used to blogging about my problems than actually confiding in my family. So you can imagine how I feel after coming back from visiting my boyfriend up in Loveland last week.
I had everything I could possibly want that week. Food, drinks, love, a cuddly boyfriend to sleep with, laziness, good conversation, no hassle over smoke breaks.
I was just all around relaxed and comfortable. I didn't have to worry about being home at a certain time. I didn't have to worry if the people I was around were going to start playing trumpet bright and early every morning. (At my house, it's around 6am, every morning.)
I didn't really have to worry about anything. Everything I wanted was right there. All of it.
And then I have to come back to this god forsaken life back in Pueblo, where I have a bugle boy wake-up, a cold bed, and constant stress.
I don't suppose it would even be that bad if I had some way out. Like a job or something. But since I'll be moving out soon, I quit everything to prepare for the move. I don't have anywhere to go all day, and I don't hang out with anyone.
How am I suppose to be keeping a level head, and staying positive when my only human I have besides family, is the cashier at our local Wal*Mart. (I always seem to get the same one. )

It's getting to the point where even the simplest of things pisses me off.
Like this.

(Ahha. Ahhhaaaaaaaa. Laugh at my nerd joke. )
And I specifically wanted CHEESE ravioli. I don't usually like the meat stuff. What do they do? Eat my cheese ravioli, and give me a couple of the meat ones.
It's small... it's not a big deal... I'm not THAT bitchy. But really? That's my food. I won't eat the meat ones because of my feelings about meat.
(Another blog for another time. Story short: I have a problem with animal meat. )
That's just another thing I have to get up and re-do.

I'm sick. I want to lay down. Relax, you know? But it's seemingly impossible with everyone thinking that they can go in and out of my room like it's a hallway. Hello my dears... I do have feelings too.
(Crazy... she's got FEELINGS?)
I guess what I'm trying to say... is that I'm just done with bullshit. There's 80 days until I have freedom... and I don't know if I'll be able to stand another week of the stupidity I'm being dealt.
Maybe I'll just do some more thinking, cooking... and retreat into my room for some heavy "Peach tea, and Criminal Minds" time on Hulu.

I really hope you're all having a good day... and if not, I'm sorry. My blog post probably didn't help.
On the bright side, that was my whole speech. Yes... I still feel bitchy. But at least I feel that way, knowing I got it out there and it's not all inside of me now.
If you've been reading this whole thing... Thank you. You've really done me a favor by sticking with me and not giving up on the first sentence. You're something else.
You know... if you enjoyed this rant, be sure to tell me.
If you enjoyed ANY of them, in fact, go on and let me know.

As much as I wish I was a mind reader, and could tell how you're feeling, I can't. So help me out (:

Thank you guys.
Have a good night.

Red solo cup... I fill you up...

2012-02-01T13:18:00.000-08:00

No... I'm not referring to glee with that title.
Yes... I am a gleek 'til death, but I'm actually talking about the real song "Red Solo Cup" by Toby Keith.

If you haven't seen the official music video for that song, you really should. Of course, the song isn't amazing itself, but the music video makes it much better.
As the video was playing on the TV, we were talking about how that song came about. Apparently- Toby Keith bet that he could make a song out of anything. And since they were on their' tour bus, they decided to test that claim by making this song.

It's been a while. What's up?

2012-01-31T14:20:00.000-08:00

As a commercial for "Glee" plays in the background... I've decided to type up a new blog. It's been long enough... I just haven't felt like sitting down to explain myself to anyone. Hell- I still don't. Recently, my decisions have been causing some controversy... And I've been so tired of the drama that's been popping up, I've just decided to keep it hush hush.
But here.
This is the official blog. My official story of what's been going on.
If anyone has questions as to what's been up with me, I'll send them here. Tell them that this is what happened, this is the feeling.
I don't want any more questions, and I'm tired of the texts asking me "What the hell".

So without further ado, here's my official answer to all of that.

I am back with Sean Peyton.
There were months where I was confused... wondering if anything more was going to happen with our relationship. Both of us were trying to find ourselves. I thought I would be able to move on, and ignore the fact that we had even had a relationship in the first place. But I was lying to myself.
There were countless nights where I was just laying in my bed, crying. Wondering what the hell was going on with me... wondering why I couldn't sleep not knowing if he was alright.
I thought the feeling would pass.
There's a scientific study on the time it takes to get over someone.
Basically, it takes half the time you dated someone to get over them.
(So if you dated for 6 months, you would need a 3 month period of "down time" where you dedicate time to yourself, instead of engaging in any relationship/fling.)
If the relationship really wasn't worth your time, you would be feeling drastically better after that time.

I went the full "down time" with no improvement. I went to sleep wondering if I would ever cure the ache I felt in my heart.
And then when Sean and I began talking again on a regular basis, I realized how happy I was becoming.
Of course, I had been able to have momentary feelings of happiness while he was gone. It wasn't like I was so dependent on our relationship, that I was walking around like a zombie.
But I wasn't truly happy.
As fun as it was during the day, I'd still go to bed feeling like a part of me was missing. He felt the same. But there was too much pride involved to do anything about it.

So that brings me to the recent events.
The pride is gone... we were able to talk everything out, and work out the differences between us.
I'm typing this, as I sit on his bed, watching House, and seeing him work.
I'm sitting here happy.
And last night, as I went to go to sleep, I closed my eyes with a smile on my face, and began dreaming.
I haven't had any dreams that I could remember since the breakup.
This is what makes me happy. This is how it is.
I honestly couldn't care less what anyone thinks of the situation, considering that the opinions people have been so kind to give me, don't really have any sway in what's going to happen. So really, it's okay to keep them to yourself.
As I go through my life, I am ultimately alone. Relationship aside, I came out of the womb alone, and I will die alone.
My life is my own, and no one's thoughts, opinions, or drama will keep me from what makes me happy.
There are certain things that people should give up for other people. People need to be humble, understanding, and courteous to others for a working society.
I have no problem with that.
But honestly, how does MY relationship affect your life? Am I harming you? Is this choice stressing you out? Am I affecting your health? No? Then why inject your poisonous "advice" into my life? You're just fine, whether or not I'm dating whoever.
I've done a lot of "making others happy" in my life. But no more. I do not live for a single one of you.
And I don't say that with bitterness. I say it with logic.
My opinion will NOT change. This is what I want. And those of you who know me well, know that I'm more stubborn than the day is long.

So that's the story. I'd appreciate it if you all would save anything negative you feel obliged to share, to just keep it inside. Lock that down.
Life is short, focus on your own happiness, not mine.

Have a good day everyone, I'll be writing more later.
(:

Music Favorites of this week

2012-01-19T10:12:00.000-08:00

A Day to Remember- If it means a lot to you

Bright Eyes- First day of My Life

Hello Good Morning- Nicki Minaj/ Rick Ross/ Diddy

Guns 'n Roses- Sweet Child O Mine

Sublime- Santaria

The Beatles- Here Comes the Sun

Phish- Heavy Things

Skrillex- Rock and Roll (Will take you to the mountain)

Liquid Stranger- Ripple VIP

Immortal Technique- The Prophecy

GMB Dubstep/ One republic- Apologize (Dubstep Remix)

I'll be doing more posts like this more often. I wanted to share some of my music with you, because I realized that a lot of people were paying attention to what I was posting on facebook. So here's a list of some of my favorite songs of this week so far.

Have a good day, guys.

There's a lot on my mind... So let's get down to the dirty.

2012-01-19T00:01:00.000-08:00

First off, I'm going to start off by apologizing for not putting up a blog recently. I mean... I used to blog every day... and now it's slowly dwindling down to nothing.
Well folks, that's what happens when your life improves. You stop blogging because you spend too much time fantasizing about the next day, and what it's going to bring.

Alright, I haven't been fantasizing... no, who am I kidding?
I have.
I totally have.
I've been fantasizing about how I can't wait to get out of here. How I'm excited to just have things back to how they're supposed to be again.
And about a well deserved slice of pizza from that place down the street.
(I mean, damn. He deserves a metal for what he makes. I don't usually eat that much, but I'd scarf down some of his pizza faster than he can ask for the payment. )

So let's see... What have I been doing?
Well. First off... I went bowling a little while back. Which was fun. I haven't been bowling since I went to my cousin's 14th birthday party. I put 2 pictures up on my facebook, but I didn't get a lot, considering it was dark, and I was creeper status while taking them.

What else? Ahh I got the BEST night's sleep last night. I woke up feeling amazing because I honestly felt that everything was going to be 100% okay. Haven't had that feeling in a while.
Also, because I woke up to some of the most amazing texts.
And today was alright... I didn't really do much. Went over to hang out at will's house and watched them play with a shake weight for a while. It's interesting... You can actually feel it working. Maybe the way you have to shake it also increases your blood pressure to get a better work out. The thing still looks bad when you do it, though. There's not much you can do to make it better either. Just don't look at it while you shake it.
We watched the first episode of a show called "Shameless" which was (indeed) shameless. It was really funny though.
And then we almost completely finished watching "Paul" after having to steal someone in the neighborhood.
So yeah... a fine day. Nothing much to really report. Just doing what I do.
I am really excited for this upcoming week though. Probably a bunch of new things to report. (:
So for now... goodnight, guys.