What have I been up to? Seeing as I'm in the library now, pretending to do something pertaining to school work, I can't really do a very good video blog. SO I've decided to flood this post with bunches of pictures I've taken since my last entry.
Without further ado...
I went to my cousin, Joy's wedding. Pretty exciting.
The happy couple. AWWWW. There was food there. That's Tony eating food. left to right, me, my mom, and my sister Bridgette There's a dude's patootie in my picture! That's me, my uncle Bob and my sister. I look like I have a kung fu grip there. My sister's "friendboy" Morgan, my sister, me, and Tony
The cutest kitten ever (with an inflamed liver)
My dog, Benny, he's a gangsta, yo.
Hats! Yeah, I look like a trucker.
and my puppy, Ping pong. (I really have no clue what she's chewing on there.)
I hope that makes up for my intermittent silence. This blog is too fun to ignore. I'm researching on a new blog video soon and I'm also training for another Half Dome venture! WOOOO! I have to go get suited up for my Volleyball class. Fun. I hope everyone had an amazing February. =)
Skullcrusher Mountain - Jonathon Coulton This song has to be the most romantic song ever. It doesn't autostart, so random music doesn't freak you out while you're surfing my page. Don't tell me I'm the only one that finds that annoying. If you listen to it while you read my post, it'll give the perfect mood.
So my weekend was pretty intense. My boyfriend and I went to the mall and had an adventure. I've decided to split the adventure into two different parts in this post... and here it goes.
Part I: The Transvestite
So we're wandering around the mall, when suddenly Tony stops walking.
I stop too, confused, and wonder what he's probably stepped in that has caused his feet to stick to the shiny white floor.
"That..that's a guy." He says in almost a half whisper.
"Huh...?"
He points with his eyes in the direction of a lanky looking girl with ash gray hair that waterfalled down her back.
It looked like a girl. But apparently... looks are deceiving.
And that's why I decided, I must confirm that this indeed is a transvestite.
I have nothing against transvestites. In fact, I have a favorite transvestite, Eddie Izzard. Everyone needs a favorite transvestite.
Anywho, I was on the hunt. Shopping bags in hand, we were moving quickly in the direction of the girl. Her purple knee highs leading the way, we followed the strangely dressed girl. But we followed sneakily. We were being very inconspicuous, trying to not get distracted by the many stores. Sanrio was calling my name but I turned away from the bright-pink-hello-kitty filled store; I had a mission.
Then suddenly. She stopped. She stopped and turned.
We stopped and pretended to be enthralled by the shininess of the escalator and held our breaths.
She turned and looked at the display of flatware in the shop window. And that's when I saw it.
The 5 o' clock shadow.
MISSION STATEMENT: Verify and locate transvestite in the viscinity of the valleyfair mall.
COMPLETE
Part II: In Hiding
Hot topic isn't usually my scene, but that's the only place I can buy band tshirts that I like when I'm not at a concert.
And the clearance rack in any store is awesome.
So there I am, shuffling through the XXL's and XXXL's when I find a lonely medium.
Oh snap.
And it's a Death Cab for Cutie shirt? OH MY HEAVENS. I've hit the jack pot.
I quickly grab the hanger with the light blue shirt dangling along. I then here a voice behind me.
"Eh hem. Excuse me?" It's a girl talking to one of the guys who works there, he replies with a very bright attitude that was very much the opposite of the decor of the store.
"Do you have any death cab for cutie tshirts?"
I gasp and turn the logo to face me and, to hid it.
"No... I don't think we have any new one's in, they'd probably be on the clearance rack."
I slowly inch away from the clearance rack as the girl and hot topic guy start digging through the discontinued lime green skirts and plaid skinny jeans. The tshirt was pressed against my stomach, in the way a mother would hold her baby if someone were trying to steal it from her.
MISSION STATEMENT:
Obtaining awesome band tshirt whilst others were searching for said tshirt.
COMPLETE
The end.
Oh, and you probably realized that the song you listened to has nothing to do with this post... but it was funny though, right?
Hi, I'm a human. I like writing things. Like most humans, I have thoughts. Generally they are of a human nature and very rarely sway to the dark or dirty side. But you never really know what's going to come out of my head.
I'll describe myself. I'm 18. I have ten fingers and ten toes. I look like a typical girl. You know, womanly shaped with breasts and whatnot. You could probably go outside and walk down the street and see bunches of me's. Well, you could probably look in the mirror and see a version of me, that is, if you're a girl. I'm starting my sophomore year of college next August at not a very renown college. I'm not very rich and not the female incarnation of Ben Stein. Maybe you are. Congrats.
I like writing short stories of silliness. Generally of the chick flick genre. I learned from researching Jane Austen that it's best to write about what you know and all I know of, at the moment, are girlish conflicts of either the steamy or silly nature.
I say blunt things sometimes.
VAGINA.
Yeah, I know, I should be put in a crazy house or something.
I like answering questions too. Silly or embarrassing, I like giving my thoughts on things. Not sure if anyone is going to be brave enough to ask me anything. I'm not going to bite. I only bite my boyfriend. Okay, too much information, I know. Or maybe not.. would you like to know more..? oo la la. Just kidding. I don't tend to just blurt out my sexcapades without reason.
So yeah. That's me. Would you like to pop by, have a latte, post a comment sometime? That'd be absolutely peachy.
