*Song courtesy of Montell Jordan...he has other good stuff out there, too...like Shake Heavens...Just throwing it out there*
THIRD BLOG POST OF THE NIGHT! WHAT WHAT!? Sorry for the caps...I'm excited about life.
Senior letters are killing me right now...but really.
And I've decided who I would be if I were born again into another human (bear with me...): <---that's not a smiley face...Danielle Peazer. Know her...Liam Payne's girlfriend...boy from 1D (if you don't know what that means...excuse me while I go cry...in a cave...in my room.). Here's her face. More importantly, here's her hair. It is beautimous. Not that she doesn't have a nice face, she's beautiful. But I want her hair; I'm content with my baby face. Oh heavens. They are beautiful. LOOK AT HER HAIR! Ohhh! Yes.
What else...I realize every Thursday night I do this REALLY unhealthy thing to myself where I tell myself "I don't mind staying up late because tomorrow is Friday; the last day of the week." Yeah crazy girl, the last day of the week which means you've been up and moving since 1995 and you should lie down and rest! There's no talking sense into this one...tsk tsk tsk.
You know what else I just realized..."tsk tsk tsk" is never spelled out like "tisk tisk tisk" but everyone understands. It's like a secret message that everyone knows the code to. Kind of.
Anyway...dance is going wonderfully, but I won't discuss that now. The topic will show up soon in another blog post, though. Don't you fret Melody Anne. <---- SHOUT OUT! I like/love her, so it was necessary. She's my "biggest fan," or something like that. I don't know.
I have also discovered my future children. I don't think an explanation is needed, so I won't give one.
I believe in SHARPIES a lot as of late. Like...a lot. Like I write everything in SHARPIE and I use every color possible so none of them will feel left out. The system works.
I also believe VERY strongly in food. This one is bad... Like sometimes I finish people's food...I used to be the girl who had her food finished...Hmmm...For a while I was making 24-28 cupcakes each weekend, and eating around 17 per day. That's an exaggeration (won't mention if it's slight or drastic...), but you get the picture. I was getting out of control, so my mom cut me off. I feel like if I should be cut off from anything it should be from something like I should be next in line for the Royal Family and getting cut off from the throne, or next in line at Little Ceaser's and cut off in line by the super hairy man you're too scared to confront--pretty much cut from anything but cupcakes. That's where I draw the frosting. With sprinkles.
THIRD BLOG POST OF THE NIGHT! WHAT WHAT!? Sorry for the caps...I'm excited about life.
Senior letters are killing me right now...but really.
...WHAT?!... |
What else...I realize every Thursday night I do this REALLY unhealthy thing to myself where I tell myself "I don't mind staying up late because tomorrow is Friday; the last day of the week." Yeah crazy girl, the last day of the week which means you've been up and moving since 1995 and you should lie down and rest! There's no talking sense into this one...tsk tsk tsk.
Yeah...well. |
Either we are somehow related..or we're going to be |
I have also discovered my future children. I don't think an explanation is needed, so I won't give one.
I believe in SHARPIES a lot as of late. Like...a lot. Like I write everything in SHARPIE and I use every color possible so none of them will feel left out. The system works.
I also believe VERY strongly in food. This one is bad... Like sometimes I finish people's food...I used to be the girl who had her food finished...Hmmm...For a while I was making 24-28 cupcakes each weekend, and eating around 17 per day. That's an exaggeration (won't mention if it's slight or drastic...), but you get the picture. I was getting out of control, so my mom cut me off. I feel like if I should be cut off from anything it should be from something like I should be next in line for the Royal Family and getting cut off from the throne, or next in line at Little Ceaser's and cut off in line by the super hairy man you're too scared to confront--pretty much cut from anything but cupcakes. That's where I draw the frosting. With sprinkles.
Where it all began... And then ended |
Not even half... |