I love my family, I really do... but like any family they tend to drive me nuts sometimes... Right now I'm living with my grandparents because it is closer to my college. Good reason, right? They have a fully furnished basement with two bedrooms, one bath, a kitchen, and a living room with a big screen T.V. It's practically like my own apartment. But god damn it if I didn't have to share it. Not because there are other people living here with me, oh no. It's because none of my cousins ever want to go the fuck home!
For real! This is not your house. You have no reason to be here. You live just thirty minutes away. I'm sorry, but I like my privacy and quiet time. I dislike it when I go upstairs and you're arguing with my grandma, sitting on your ass on the couch on your computer taking up room, and then there is a baby crying in the corner cause you won't take care of it. And you have your own house where you can do all of this without bothering other people! Why do you bring it here!? Oh, yeah, that's right, your excuse is because you don't have anything to eat at the house... So when did you get those new shoes? Yeah, you know what you could have bought with that money? Fucking food! You have no clue how happy I am to see you leave at ten-o-clock at night, after you stayed the night for three days straight. I literally fist pump as soon as you walk out the door. Like "Hell yeah! They're gone!" ... Only to wake up at eight the next morning to hear the doorbell ringing and you stomping around like a damn elephant over my head... Like you never freaking left...
Note to all you moochers, you lazy asses, and all you others who wont GTFO... GO HOME DAMN IT!
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Saturday, November 26, 2011
My Novel Blog
As you can tell by my blog, I enjoy writing. I enjoy writing so much, that on my own spare time I have started over twenty stories of my own, though not a one of them has yet to have been completed. In order to personally share my stories with the world, I created a novel blog to store them on at Speak Softly Novels <<---- Clicky, clicky and it will take you to the site! :D
Thursday, October 20, 2011
FML STUPID UPGRADES!
I hate the fact that you can go out and buy a brand new laptop computer one year and then by the next a new system will be made, all the programs will be produced to only work with the "newer" ones, and your laptop is already pretty much absolete. FML D: !!!
Friday, October 14, 2011
Really, I wouldn't know a thing about my own life (and hair) if it wasn't for you...
So I was just sitting around with my grandmother and cousin today... happened to take a look at my hair and realized I had a few split ends and thought, "I need a haircut." Then I picked a few split ends off of my hair.
"I hate it when people do that," my grandma says, "your (aunt's name) does it all the time."
"Why does it bother you?"
"I don't know."
Cousin who thinks she's the expert on everything there is to be an expert on says, "You know that that just makes the split ends worse right? I haven't had split ends in years. Ever since (her daughter) I haven't had to straighten my hair, and I don't blow dry it, I just put moose in it and then that's all," while looking at me the whole time.
I'm thinking. "Well dear god, it's not like my hair is full of split ends but thanks for your advice that I never asked for." But I simply said. "Well I have to straighten my hair because it does wave and look bad if I don't so I'm not going to stop and I'll just have to deal with the split ends."
Then somehow the conversation gets onto hair types. So I'm tired of talking about it and don't want to get involved.
"Yeah you know after you reach a certain age you're only supposed to wash your hair about three times a week?" Says the cousin.
"Yeah I do that or else my hair gets dry," says my grandma.
"Yeah I wash my hair about every other day, because you don't want to wash out your natural oils," says cousin.
"Same here," I finally decide not to be left out of the conversation. "But I have naturally oily hair so sometimes I have to wash it before I have somewhere important to go."
"You know touching and brushing the roots of your hair makes it more oily?" My cousin says.
"Yeah that's what (insert my name) does," my grandma says.
WHAT THE HELL! Okay, okay, I get it.... Does my hair look like crap or something? Did I insult you anyway? Do you get off by insulting my hygiene and overall personal care knowledge? Do you run your fingers through my hair in the morning to see how oily it REALLY is after I sleep on it?... I really don't think you do. But thanks for your concern by telling me the things I obviously do but never knew myself that I did. I'm so glad I have you two around to tell me about myself. Really. I don't know where I'd be without you...
"I hate it when people do that," my grandma says, "your (aunt's name) does it all the time."
"Why does it bother you?"
"I don't know."
Cousin who thinks she's the expert on everything there is to be an expert on says, "You know that that just makes the split ends worse right? I haven't had split ends in years. Ever since (her daughter) I haven't had to straighten my hair, and I don't blow dry it, I just put moose in it and then that's all," while looking at me the whole time.
I'm thinking. "Well dear god, it's not like my hair is full of split ends but thanks for your advice that I never asked for." But I simply said. "Well I have to straighten my hair because it does wave and look bad if I don't so I'm not going to stop and I'll just have to deal with the split ends."
Then somehow the conversation gets onto hair types. So I'm tired of talking about it and don't want to get involved.
"Yeah you know after you reach a certain age you're only supposed to wash your hair about three times a week?" Says the cousin.
"Yeah I do that or else my hair gets dry," says my grandma.
"Yeah I wash my hair about every other day, because you don't want to wash out your natural oils," says cousin.
"Same here," I finally decide not to be left out of the conversation. "But I have naturally oily hair so sometimes I have to wash it before I have somewhere important to go."
"You know touching and brushing the roots of your hair makes it more oily?" My cousin says.
"Yeah that's what (insert my name) does," my grandma says.
WHAT THE HELL! Okay, okay, I get it.... Does my hair look like crap or something? Did I insult you anyway? Do you get off by insulting my hygiene and overall personal care knowledge? Do you run your fingers through my hair in the morning to see how oily it REALLY is after I sleep on it?... I really don't think you do. But thanks for your concern by telling me the things I obviously do but never knew myself that I did. I'm so glad I have you two around to tell me about myself. Really. I don't know where I'd be without you...
Friday, August 26, 2011
Song of the Day: "Video Killed the Radio Star"
My friend gave me one of his CD mixes and it has this song on it. I've been listening to it like crazy. Kind of coincides with how I've been feeling today. Even though this song came out in 1979, it still has that oldies vibe to it. Like how video killed the radio star, television and video also killed the drive-in. R.I.P. My should be childhood memories. Song of the day is "Video Killed the Radio Star" by The Buggles.
I Want to Go to a Drive-In Movie
Really looking for something good to watch, but can't really think of anything. I just finished watching this little show about drive-in movies and the 50's and 60's on TV and it has left me feeling a little disappointed. How I wish I was a teenager during those years, when going to watch a movie would only cost one dollar instead of ten. And things just seemed so much more colorful and bright, unique, and cheerful. Present day businesses are so ridiculous and stingy and only care about profit versus pleasing their customers.. It's a shame that most drive-ins have long since been closed down. But I guess everyone is just trying to keep up with the times and technology. Really, I don't see any reason for something as good as that to be considered "out of date." Now I want to go watch some greaser film or some old surfer movie like "Gidget." Sigh...
Know it's been a while since my last update on my blog, though no one's really reading it anyways, and that is all I have to update it with, oh well.
Know it's been a while since my last update on my blog, though no one's really reading it anyways, and that is all I have to update it with, oh well.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Word of the Day: Diet
Diet
Verb:
1. Restrict oneself to small amounts or special kinds of food in order to lose weight
(Definitions taken from Google Dictionary)
Noun:
1. The kinds of food that a person, animal, or community habitually eats
2. A special course of food to which one restricts oneself, either to lose weight or for medical reasonsVerb:
1. Restrict oneself to small amounts or special kinds of food in order to lose weight
(Definitions taken from Google Dictionary)
Song of the Day: "Sunglasses At Night"
This song is still stuck in my head darn it. If you're wondering why, see my "The Most Awesome Fireworks Show Ever!" post. Plus I swear it played about five times on our way back from Cocoa Beach. Now I really want a pair of cool shades. Anyways, today's Song of the Day is "Sunglasses At Night" by Corey Hart.
... Ugh Diets
Back from a lazy vacation week. I took a couple of pictures, but haven't yet been able to upload them due to my computer being a jerk... Most of them aren't of me anyways, because I suck at doing those "hold the camera in front of your face while striking some kind of pose then take the picture and hope that you were actually in it" kind of photos. Anyways, going to the beach is really a drain man... And kind of depressing. I think I'm going to go on a diet. Not that I'm humongously huge and want to lose weight now, but I do need to exercise more, eat better, whatever. I don't know why people have gotten it into their minds that the word diet in general is bad. Really everyone needs a good diet of some kind. Though healthy produce from stores will suck the money right out of your wallet. And diets just seem inconvenient to me... And it's summer now and way too hot to exercise during the day in this Georgia weather but ugh, I hate waking up early, especially to do something productive like running... or any other kind of moving.
But I feel really guilty now since I just finished off a bag of potato chips (chill, it was already almost empty because someone else ate the bulk of the bag but still...). Sigh, but it was yummy and I'm all out of carrots and celery and it's late and it's not like I was going to go out to buy some. What can ya do :P? Don't answer that. That was a rhetorical question if you didn't know. I'm just a bag full of sarcastic, lovable fluff today. Feeling a little extra on the fluff though.
But I feel really guilty now since I just finished off a bag of potato chips (chill, it was already almost empty because someone else ate the bulk of the bag but still...). Sigh, but it was yummy and I'm all out of carrots and celery and it's late and it's not like I was going to go out to buy some. What can ya do :P? Don't answer that. That was a rhetorical question if you didn't know. I'm just a bag full of sarcastic, lovable fluff today. Feeling a little extra on the fluff though.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Song of the Day: "Reverie"
Although I already know Debussy composed a beautiful piece called "Reverie" years ago, today I would like to present Ludovico Einaudi's "Reverie" to my blog. I started listening to Ludovico's music a while back due to my friend introducing me to it. This is one of my favorite pieces of his I had forgotten about. Completely tranquil and mesmerizing. It's a good song for finding a good place outside to sit, in a light summer breeze, and just closing your eyes, and just breathing and spending some me time. Hope you enjoy it!
The Most Awesome Fireworks Show Ever!
This is my blog about the most awesome fireworks show ever... But not really. I haven't really seen the most awesome fireworks show ever. The best one I ever saw was at Epcot in Disney World. But anyways, right now we are staying in Cocoa Beach. Because it's almost the fourth of July, there are a bunch of fireworks shows going on down here (cause we Americans like explosions right?). Today, we went down and watched the fireworks show at Port Canaveral. The sad thing is, we had to sit around and wait for the show to start for about an hour. The whole while, way across the port, another fireworks show was going on. We could barely see it, but apparently it was a big show. When that one was over, ours finally decided to start. The whole fifteen minutes of it was awesome... but kind of felt disappointing after sitting and watching the one down the port (which we think was at Merritt Island) go on for about an hour. So, while we had been waiting and a little bit afterward, I came up with my own fireworks show. It includes:
1. A large cargo boat.
2. That cargo boat to be filled with boxes of scientifically modified, glow in the dark butterflies.
3. Godzilla.
4. A giant pair of flashing, neon sunglasses.
5. Godzilla to be wearing said sunglasses.
6. Strobe lights.
7. A giant sound system.
8. A projector.
And then, for the grand finale, Godzilla bursts out of the water wearing his sunglasses, with strobe lights spinning around in the background. He's dancing around while "I Where My Sunglasses At Night" blares from the speakers. Water splashes up around his feet and little Disney cartoons are projected on the waves (hey we have to pull from what we know right?). Then when the song reaches the "Don't switch the blade, on the guy in shades, oh no," Godzilla crushes all the Disney characters, sets the barge on fire, and all the glow in the dark butterflies fly free.
The end. :)
1. A large cargo boat.
2. That cargo boat to be filled with boxes of scientifically modified, glow in the dark butterflies.
3. Godzilla.
4. A giant pair of flashing, neon sunglasses.
5. Godzilla to be wearing said sunglasses.
6. Strobe lights.
7. A giant sound system.
8. A projector.
And then, for the grand finale, Godzilla bursts out of the water wearing his sunglasses, with strobe lights spinning around in the background. He's dancing around while "I Where My Sunglasses At Night" blares from the speakers. Water splashes up around his feet and little Disney cartoons are projected on the waves (hey we have to pull from what we know right?). Then when the song reaches the "Don't switch the blade, on the guy in shades, oh no," Godzilla crushes all the Disney characters, sets the barge on fire, and all the glow in the dark butterflies fly free.
The end. :)
Friday, July 1, 2011
Song of the Day: "Good Life"
Vacation and Word of the Day: Beach
On vacation in Cocoa Beach with my cousin and her family! Just got here yesterday, after a long seven hour drive, and we're staying with her aunt right on the beach. Would be nice if there was better internet service though, but hey I have it so I can't complain. Would put pictures on here when I take them, if I quit being lazy and just get my camera out for goodness sake. I really do love the beach, actually I think I'm taking more vacations this year than I ever have before; already went to Panama, now Cocoa, then to Panama again, then probably to St. Simons, anyways... I love the beach, but hate the saltwater. Usually I just find myself laying out on the sand, reading a book, getting a tan, just chilling... Give me a boogy board though and I'll be happy to go play in the water :D.
Beach
Noun:
1. A pebbly or sandy shore, esp. by the ocean between high- and low-water marks
Verb:
1. Run or haul up onto a beach
(Definitions taken from Google Dictionary)
Beach
Noun:
1. A pebbly or sandy shore, esp. by the ocean between high- and low-water marks
Verb:
1. Run or haul up onto a beach
(Definitions taken from Google Dictionary)
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Word of the Day: Urge
Since I already have a Song of the Day, I thought I'd also add a Word of the Day. As I said before, I won't update this every day, but only when I get the urge to share a particular word with the world for some reason.
Ironically, well not really considering I've used it so much in today's posts, my word of the day is urge!
Urge
Verb:
1. Try earnestly or persistently to persuade (someone) to do something
2. Recommend or advocate (something) strongly
3. Encourage (a person or animal) to move more quickly or in a particular direction
4. Encourage someone to continue or succeed in something
Noun:
1. A strong desire or impulse
(Definitions taken from Google Dictionary)
Ironically, well not really considering I've used it so much in today's posts, my word of the day is urge!
Urge
Verb:
1. Try earnestly or persistently to persuade (someone) to do something
2. Recommend or advocate (something) strongly
3. Encourage (a person or animal) to move more quickly or in a particular direction
4. Encourage someone to continue or succeed in something
Noun:
1. A strong desire or impulse
(Definitions taken from Google Dictionary)
Song of the Day: "Somewhere Only We Know"
My first Song of the Day! Though I can't guarantee that I'll have a new Song of the Day every day, I'll update it whenever the urge to share a particular song with the world strikes me for some reason.
Today's Song of the Day is "Somewhere Only We Know" by Keane. The reason I chose this song is because today I, yet again, had the urge to go onto YouTube and look up the trailer for the new Winnie the Pooh movie. The sheer nostalgia of my (though not too far away) childhood days brings tears to my eyes each time I watch it for some reason. The gentle melody of this song goes perfect with its trailer. The line "somewhere only we know" gets me every time when paired with this movie, causing me think back to the world we knew, and probably could only know, as children. Though in the music video for this song, some people might argue that those little creatures featured in it are a little creepy... Well I believe they are rather cute :). Hope you enjoy this song! Though it was Winnie the Pooh that brought me to it, I love it because it's good music.
Never Been Kissed
You'd expect that once you turn nineteen, people would no longer feel the urge to hush those around you from talking about their love life because there are "virgin ears" present. Though I can't say I haven't pretty much heard it all before anyways, some of my friends still feel the urge to, unintentionally, isolate me from the group of, what I guess they would believe are, "more mature" girls by repeating this phrase on a regular basis. I don't let it get to me, they are right about the fact that I am a virgin. A virgin to the extreme. "White as snow," they once said before. I have never been kissed, never had a boyfriend, and never really dated anyone. Heck, I can't really name one guy who was even seriously interested in me before.
Though I could go on and on about the awful life of being single like a lot of people who are in the same boat as me, which actually looks rather good at times when compared to the lives of my taken friends who spend day in and day out fighting with or complaining about their significant others, what annoys me more are the attitudes of those around me due to it. Is being single, and having always been single, really such a novelty at my age?
It's gotten to the point where I can't stand to go out with a group of my friends, some of which happen to be younger than me, because that's all they can talk about. Though I have no problem listening to, and often times enjoy, their romance, break-up, heart-to-heart, girl talk sessions... there are times when I just want to bang my head against the table until I've reached the point of unconsciousness... I'm sure I'm not alone. If you are a single person who has experienced situations such as:
1. When they're getting down to the sexy details of their relationship talks and one or all of them feel the need to turn to the V at the table and ask, "Talking about this stuff doesn't bother you does it?" (I'm nineteen for goodness sake, I can take it. In case you don't know, there are plenty of people who are in relationships that don't enjoy listening in detail about your love life, but just because I'm a V I must have a problem with it... Like elementary school kids have problem with cooties.)
2. If there is any guy or girl (depending on your preference) alone at the restaurant or wherever you happen to visit, and he or she is around the same age as you, they start with the, "Hey, they're kind of cute..." Nudge, nudge with the elbow.
3. When your friend is currently having problems with his/her significant other and feels the need to come to YOU for advice. (I have no problem with lending an ear and sometimes ranting on about what a jerk your love is being, but ask me for advice and I will want to pound you with a sledgehammer.) Especially because last week they asked you for the same advice and you clearly told them, "I. Don't. Know."
4. After about an hour of non-stop talking about their exes and the current people they are talking to or dating, everyone notices that you haven't been saying much to contribute to the conversation and feel the need to (at the same time) say, "Oh but don't worry, you're not missing out on anything." "Yeah men are jerks (Or whatever about women), you're better off without one." Or. "You'll find someone someday." Like the whole while you were asking for consolation. But thanks for trying to make it seem like I had a reason to feel bad, really.
5. At the slightest mention of a name of the opposite gender (or same, whatever applies to you) everyone who knows you (especially family) feels the need to overreact about it. You can't even talk about a friend anymore (who you will only ever see as friend) without your family saying, "Oh, so is so and so cute? Do you like him/her? Do you? Do you? DO YOU?" And then suddenly you don't want to talk about your FRIEND anymore, because the situation just became slightly awkward.
... Then rant with me! No, you are not a relationship hater. You are not a hater of couples. In my eyes (but maybe I'm being biased, I don't know) this doesn't make you jealous either. These comments might make you feel down about yourself. If you're like me, they probably don't even make you feel down on yourself. What annoys me the most is that people feel the need to treat me as if I'm flawed because I'm single or have a reason to feel downhearted when I'm fine in reality. They also make it seem like I must be desperate to have a hubby because I haven't had one in... forever, when actually I'm fine the way I am now and am willing to take things slow. Is being single a handicap? Is it something that needs sugary words of comfort and (although people don't blatantly admit it) pity? Of course not.
Take it from a girl who's been single her whole life. There really is nothing wrong with it. I don't have anything to compare single life to anyways. I'm also aware that I'm only nineteen and my life is just beginning. I still have my fingers crossed that that perfect someone is out there somewhere and I know I still have plenty of time to find them. I don't expect to find him on the first try, but I'm not about to date anyone just for the sake of finally updating my status on Facebook either (oh won't that be a shocker when it finally happens). I'm going to try to get it right, maybe make some mistakes and gain some regrets along the way. I take pride in knowing I've never been kissed for now, not will never be kissed forever. And if I'm a novelty, so what? That's all the better :).
Though I could go on and on about the awful life of being single like a lot of people who are in the same boat as me, which actually looks rather good at times when compared to the lives of my taken friends who spend day in and day out fighting with or complaining about their significant others, what annoys me more are the attitudes of those around me due to it. Is being single, and having always been single, really such a novelty at my age?
It's gotten to the point where I can't stand to go out with a group of my friends, some of which happen to be younger than me, because that's all they can talk about. Though I have no problem listening to, and often times enjoy, their romance, break-up, heart-to-heart, girl talk sessions... there are times when I just want to bang my head against the table until I've reached the point of unconsciousness... I'm sure I'm not alone. If you are a single person who has experienced situations such as:
1. When they're getting down to the sexy details of their relationship talks and one or all of them feel the need to turn to the V at the table and ask, "Talking about this stuff doesn't bother you does it?" (I'm nineteen for goodness sake, I can take it. In case you don't know, there are plenty of people who are in relationships that don't enjoy listening in detail about your love life, but just because I'm a V I must have a problem with it... Like elementary school kids have problem with cooties.)
2. If there is any guy or girl (depending on your preference) alone at the restaurant or wherever you happen to visit, and he or she is around the same age as you, they start with the, "Hey, they're kind of cute..." Nudge, nudge with the elbow.
3. When your friend is currently having problems with his/her significant other and feels the need to come to YOU for advice. (I have no problem with lending an ear and sometimes ranting on about what a jerk your love is being, but ask me for advice and I will want to pound you with a sledgehammer.) Especially because last week they asked you for the same advice and you clearly told them, "I. Don't. Know."
4. After about an hour of non-stop talking about their exes and the current people they are talking to or dating, everyone notices that you haven't been saying much to contribute to the conversation and feel the need to (at the same time) say, "Oh but don't worry, you're not missing out on anything." "Yeah men are jerks (Or whatever about women), you're better off without one." Or. "You'll find someone someday." Like the whole while you were asking for consolation. But thanks for trying to make it seem like I had a reason to feel bad, really.
5. At the slightest mention of a name of the opposite gender (or same, whatever applies to you) everyone who knows you (especially family) feels the need to overreact about it. You can't even talk about a friend anymore (who you will only ever see as friend) without your family saying, "Oh, so is so and so cute? Do you like him/her? Do you? Do you? DO YOU?" And then suddenly you don't want to talk about your FRIEND anymore, because the situation just became slightly awkward.
... Then rant with me! No, you are not a relationship hater. You are not a hater of couples. In my eyes (but maybe I'm being biased, I don't know) this doesn't make you jealous either. These comments might make you feel down about yourself. If you're like me, they probably don't even make you feel down on yourself. What annoys me the most is that people feel the need to treat me as if I'm flawed because I'm single or have a reason to feel downhearted when I'm fine in reality. They also make it seem like I must be desperate to have a hubby because I haven't had one in... forever, when actually I'm fine the way I am now and am willing to take things slow. Is being single a handicap? Is it something that needs sugary words of comfort and (although people don't blatantly admit it) pity? Of course not.
Take it from a girl who's been single her whole life. There really is nothing wrong with it. I don't have anything to compare single life to anyways. I'm also aware that I'm only nineteen and my life is just beginning. I still have my fingers crossed that that perfect someone is out there somewhere and I know I still have plenty of time to find them. I don't expect to find him on the first try, but I'm not about to date anyone just for the sake of finally updating my status on Facebook either (oh won't that be a shocker when it finally happens). I'm going to try to get it right, maybe make some mistakes and gain some regrets along the way. I take pride in knowing I've never been kissed for now, not will never be kissed forever. And if I'm a novelty, so what? That's all the better :).
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