No Facebook=more blogging

Sooooo since I am on self-probation from FB I am having some withdrawals. Hence why I am writing on here a bunch. Without FB I feel sort of lost on news around town. It's sad when i have to ask Macy to look something up for me on FB.. speaking of Macy, she has been a cooking/baking queen!!! I am so lucky to have her here to fatten me up. Last night she made us pancakes and today she made 1 million no bakes!!! MY FAV!!!

YES, that is butter.

So haaappy!

At this rate I will gain another 10 lbs before Spring Sing.. OH GOODIE. 

On another note: I need new music. I hate listening to the same stuff always.. new music is like Christmas day for me. I cannot take credit for it (as much as I would like to) but my friend sent this girl to me. This song is incredible! I have watched it like 100 times. WATCH IT NOW. ALL OF IT.

Jessie J- Nobody's Perfect

I had something brilliant to say.. but now I don't remember. Till next time..

xoxo

Starbucks Creep

I am a Starbucks creep. I could sit here all day long and watch people/eavesdrop on their conversations. Sometimes I wish I could forget people's conversations though... some people are painful to watch. I know I've talked about this before. But if I could get paid to stare at strangers I would do it in a heartbeat. So many different scenarios... cute old man who is kinda lost, business partners discussing contracts, old friends catching up, first date (super awkward), 1 millionth date (cute), and then there's always the one person who doesn't want to date but the other does.... painful. BUT I CANNOT LOOK AWAY. Poor kid, if he only knew no matter how many "nice guy" things he says, she ain't gonna take the bait. I go to other Starbucks besides the one by school cause.. I like to see people I don't know, not the same 2,000 I see waaaay too much. And if I eavesdropped on the convos of people I knew.. not as fun and super creepy. 

When older people are crashin at Sbucks all day long, not doing anything, I want to ask them how they make a living drinking coffee all day?? SIGN ME UP! Why do all of my dream jobs consist of doing things that make no money? Sad day. I would love to get paid to have coffee with close friends, casually shop, and eat at yummy restaurants... yep that's not a job as of yet. One day perhaps?


Tiny people scare me. If a guy wears the same size jeans as a 7th grade girl, it's alarming. Stop that nonsense. It's weird how I could seriously not fit my arm in some of the jeans some people wear. I'm not sure if that is saying I need smaller arms or those people need to grow 3x what they currently are.. hmm


I am just blabbing about the random things I am seeing...


I feel bad for being against Toms (the shoes, not the guys). I love people in Africa just as much as the next person but I would rather just send them 20 pairs of shoes rather than buy some sickly overpriced, bad quality, social fashion statement, ends up smelling like dead animals, shoes. I really repel everything that OC students obsess over. OOPS. 

Welp I need to do stuff... but I'd like to thank my blog for allowing me to waste precious time :)

XOXO

people love me

Now that I have 21 followers I feel like people might actually read this thing. Why? I dunno. There are probably endless opportunities to make fun of this blog... let's be real, I do. This thing is kind of a joke anyways. It's not a wedding blog, baby blog, cool life blog, photography blog.. you get the pic. I guess it's just a "Hey look  I can make a blog too!" kind of blog. Not deep, or all about fashion or politics or religion etc. There are enough of those out there to be running on full. Mine's just about me, cause I'm self absorbed like that. :) 




Random thought of the day: Puppies are better than babies... I'm just saying.

I am a bad blogger

Well seeing as it had been over a month since my last blog post, I think it's safe to say that I am a bad blogger. I blog as I find something to talk about.. I guess I haven't had much to say for the past 37 days. (SAD FACE) But now that I feel the blogging buzz arising inside of my above average height body I will come back for real! Get excited Mom and Dad! You get to see me say some more awkward things that make you give me the "Really?" look. Can't wait to see that face once again..


Speaking of my parents.. my dad says I need to stop writing about man-hater things. I beg to differ. But since I think my father is the wisest person out there, I will take his advice, but not without a fight! I am going to try to write about more uplifting positive things. I don't want to be the Debbie Downer blog now do I?! NO.


On a positive note: Joe Cocker is a genius. Just saying. If I could sing all crazy and not have people think I was a diva, I WOULD. Spring Sing is coming up faster than I ever thought! It's almost February for goodness sake!!! I am so ready for some spring weather!! Don't get me wrong I love layering in thousands of stuffy, itchy, hot clothes, and having cracking, dry skin even though I moisturize just as much as the next person but I could go for short sleeves and sandals right about now. 


This semester might just kill me. I hate being busy and stressed. And that is exactly what I am, ALL THE TIME. I wanted to be back at school so bad over break, but now that I am back, I want school to be ovvverrrr. I know that once I graduate though I will cry every day because I will then be an "adult" and have to act like one. SICK. So I will suffer through the chaos and enjoy this last little bit of being a kid. :)


A Note to FACEBOOK: I gave you up. Because I am obviously too busy for your nonsense. Duh. But then at work I accidently logged back on because I have to use you for work. This defeats the purpose of deleting you in the first place. So even though you're back in  my life a little, I am not letting us be in a long term relationship. FB and I will be casual, as well as seeing other people... like my blog.


So to recap my life: I'm a busy bee, I have at least one panic attack/day, I have a corn on my toe and am 21 (not cool), I fell down some stairs the other day like a 6 yr old, I have a shopping problem, I'm not and am ready to graduate and I use the word "I" WAAAYYY too much. 


BYYEEEEEEE