I would like to dedicate this little tidbit to that nasty little piece of fuck that goes by fear.
But mostly to myself in general. Or in a future perspective to my now-self. What? huh? whateverss :)
Listen up. Yeah i’m talking to you, you big pussy! Why are you so scared? Sometimes I get so frustrated with you because you talk all this talk about courage and blah blah blah, yet you can’t go that extra mile and do this one little thing. So what if it does not go your way. You tried, right? isn’t that the point? You don’t have that much fear in front of you and no silly girl, it’s not because you are fearless, it is simply because you don’t put yourself out there to possibly overcome fear. You turn the other direction to avoid it. That is not mastering fear that is just being a big big baby. You are almost 21, THAT IS NOT A BABY! I get it you are scared, but think of it this way how le stupeehhh will you feel if you listen to another person live out your intended life? Or you know those before and after pictures? Well guess what silly girl, you are stuck at that before (metaphorically) and you’ll never reach that after if your ass doesn’t work your ass off other wise. And if you get hurt? Well that sucks. That will have a certain degree of suck whether it is career related, school related or relationship related. But that’s the cool thing about you, you still find ways that make that suck go by a bit smoother. Right? Come on silly, don’t be so scared. You have complete control, even if things happen otherwise. You are in control of that steering wheel to navigate your next move. NO ONE ELSE.
Ok now go eat some Ice Cream and possibly send that certain something.
The wedding I helped out on Saturday (Laguna Niguel- Ritz Carlton). They were lots of doctors and both families were Chinese and the food was amazing and plentiful/yummmm. It’s wedding season!
I want to be busy this summer :)
American Apparel
Turning my frustration with tonight’s french homework towards more harmless opinions.
I’m just going to say it, American Apparel is overrated.
Yes, I go in from time to time and say my usual, “Oh that’s cute”,”Awww mahn I want some sexy metallic leggings!”, “Oh yesss, That’s something that that one girl that I stalk on Tumblr with the poet boyfriend would probably wear! Cuutteeeeee”
Then I look at the price tag and change my answers to, “Are you fucking kidding me.”
Don’t get me wrong if I found out there was a sale there, I wouldn’t protest, I would most likely go in and see if I can snag my usual f4$h!0n fiend animal for something shiny or obnoxious or both shiny and obnoxious hoping not to break the bank. I think their swooping back less dresses are lovely as well. But when I look at SOME plain white shirts and sheer short tank tops that cost the same as my prom dress, I sigh real long and hard.
If you have the money, great!
If you have the money, I’ll figure out how to sew a plain shirt and put some glitterz on it and get your favorite singer of all time to sign the label and ship it to you for a similar price.
So why is it so popular? Simple, we like what’s deemed cool.
So please pass me my american apparel socks that I spent way to much money on and can’t pull off and watch me soak in all this coolness.
P.S: Can someone buy me this? pleaaaaassseee
Oh and her shoes too!
But really, they crossed the line with their choice of words on the XL Model Campaign.
Found this on my iTouch. If You Seek Amy, by my home girl Britney Spears, was playing in my room and my mom past by and was repeating the chorus. I went into the living room and asked her if she knew what she was saying meant.
I just now took the time to look up what YOLO meant.
It has nothing to do with Yodeling.
I think Joe Biden is really handsome.
For his age.
Not that I want to hollaa, obviously, but I would like him to be my handsome grandpa and show off to my friends that I have a sexy gramps that happens to be the Vice President of Am3riKuhh.
i’m weird
Found some old fabric and decided to make my first dress from my sewing machine I got for Christmas. There are many imperfections, loose ends and I probably won’t wear it in public, but I am still satisfied. I’m slowly teaching myself how to sew. Good Thursday everyone :)
I love funny galz.
This heterosexual* loves funny galz.
Seriously thank goodness Kristen Wiig’s mom and dad were attracted to each other where ever they were at one point and connected and produced this amazing individual!! This goes for Tina Fey, Amy Poehler, Kathy Griffin, Chelsea Handler, Ellen, Grace Helbig (DailyGrace), Jenna Mourey (JennaMarbles) and any other funny ass female famous, internet famous, infamous and unknown. THANK YOU!!
Funny males make my stomach ache from laughter as well, but there is something about a female comedians that make me laugh .0009% more than guys. It’s weird. Je ne sais quoi. I just want to high five and go, “YOU GO GUURRLLL~” Funny girls have a charm to them that make them equally attractive to what the media catapults as “The Most Beautiful Woman in the World” (In my personal opinion). Their personalities seem so tangible and fun!
In general Funny People make the world go round! (and also can help expand/fulfill peoples lives! Think about it…. THE HAPPY ENDORPHIN’S!!!!!=HAPPY TIMES) There is rarely a dull moment and even the awkward moments seem to be funny.
Also I find myself attracted to Jimmy Kimmel during his beginning monologues.
THANKKKK YOU JESUZ, for funny girls/people!! <33333
Another day of cleaning my room. It stayed clean for almost a whole week from the last time I cleaned it. My personal record! Just dusted my bookcase full of knowledge! Well at least I can say that with my thesaurus and French-English Dictionary. The rest were my yummy escapes from reality. I need to start reading more again.
Went to the exchange and returned a ridiculously priced present my mom got only cause the rest of her coworkers coached her saying that every teen girl wants one and I got cowboy boots, MK sunnies, pleather bag, January issue of vogue and still had money for a burger. Miss Low maintenance right here! Thanks mama :)
It’s hard for me to know that I have something that I couldn’t afford myself. Someday I’ll buy my own expensive purse and its for sure not going to be that Juicy Couture shizzzz. All my love my future Hermes Birkin!
