I remember this one time in high school I was leading the girls’ track team exercises and none of the girls wanted to do push-ups. They were complaining that they didn’t want to get buff and ugly, so I told them that if they did more push-ups it would build up their pectoral muscles which would give their breasts more lift and cleavage.
I’ve never seen a group of girls do so many push-ups in my life.
I’ve had a lovely few days. Yesterday I had tea and coffee with a good friend, then we went to the pier in San Clemente to take pictures of Seal Rock while the weather was nice. Afterwards I had a long phone call with another dear friend that I was in desperate need of. Then today… got a job at Target! Hooray!
Ran into my favorite hobo today. He said that he’s staying safe, getting enough to eat, and has narrowly dodged the government hit men after him a few times since I last saw him.
I asked him if he needed any more money today to get food and he said he was fine, but thank you anyway.
Had a lovely writer’s workshop with Leigh Bardugo these past two Sundays and learned a lot. And now I’m sad it’s over. D:
Also, y'all should totes read her Shadow and Bone book soon because the sequel is coming out soon and I almost typed “sequeal” there but really combining sequel and squeal is an accurate description.
None of you will be surprised to know… that I have never changed.
I loved MLP before it was cool.
Upon opening my school email account today, I found a message from the yearbook staff asking me about my hometown.
Uh… I don’t really have one. My dad’s a marine, we move every three years so I’ve never really chosen a home “town”. When people ask me where I’m from, I say “America” because, well, it’s true. When they ask me to be more specific, I say Virginia because that is the state where my heart belongs. When they ask me where my family is, I can tell them California, but I’ve only personally lived there for three months, my family’s been there for a year. When they ask me where I lived most recently I loathe to tell them because… I don’t want to be considered from there.
I don'thavea hometown, I think of my life differently. I think of who I was in each place of my life. Choosing one would be denying a part of who I am and I’m too INFJ (apparently) to not fully explain myself.
So… I’m from my mother’s womb. I’m from God’s Green Earth.
And I am Introverted-Intuitive-Feeling-Judging.
The percentage was only slight on everything except Feeling, which was a 70% match. Which means I’m an emotional puddle just FULL OF ALL THE FEELS. ALL OF THEM. Sob stories get me every time.
I’ve never had a personality test match me this well, ever. Not even when I was paired up with Kakashiwat.
Seriously though, this has me pegged so well it’s freaky.
Kind of had a “clever girl” moment in Target today… and I feel like bragging.
In walked this living cliche of the sweaty gamer, drinking one of those “Bawls” energy drinks. When he finished, instead of simply tossing the bottle he stuck it in one of the pockets of a pair of jeans for sale. Now, today was unseasonably warm and I tend to go a little… haywire when it’s hot. So, I grabbed the bottle, marched over to him, stuffed it in his hand and said, “Excuse me, sir, but I do believe you left your Bawls behind. I figured you might want them back because without them you’re just a dick.”
Not sure if I should be proud of myself or thanking God he didn’t kill me because this guy was at least 6'3".
Either way…
My mom send me this picture of my dog, Jeb. Apparently he’s started carrying around his blanket like a toddler and just… just… GAH!! SO MUCH ADORABLE. ;o;
I miss my pups so much…
Instead of doing something productive, I stumbled across the song “The Quiz” by Hello Saferide and decided, why the heck not? So here’s my own quiz of whether or not we’re compatible. Do you pass or fail?
Hey, I heard you think that I’m kind of cute
And I guess I feel the same about you.
But you know I’m a bit of a mess right now
And you’re causing me a bit of stress right now
So I wrote this quiz just to see
If there can ever be a you and me.
Will you sing with me in the car?
And not mind if my voice isn’t quite up to par?
Will you let me steal all of your sweaters?
Will you, just because, write me little letters?
Would you trip when we’re walking in the woods together?
Will you think I’m crazy after reading my Tumblr?
Will you fight me to see who can reach the door first?
Would you agree with me that Pelosi is the worst?
Will you make fun of me for watching My Little Pony?
In fact, will you watch it every Saturday with me?
And surprise me with breakfast and real maple syrup?
Do you know how to make Brunswick stew?
Do you dislike PDA as much as I do?
Will you be offended if I wear heels
And I’m a little more than taller than you?
Will you tell me where my art went wrong?
Will you tell me when my facts are wrong
And then spend the afternoon on the internet
Just to say you won that bet?
Would you mind it if I let dogs lick my lips
But then I went to kiss your face?
Would you mind if I went and took in every stray
Until there wasn’t room for us at our place?
Can you speak in only memes for a day?
Would you mind sometimes if I just runaway
But I promise to always come back?
Do you lie when I’m not wearing make-up
And tell me I’m just as pretty when painted up?
Will you buy me limes to put in all my soup?
Will you at all time keep your pants on
Because I still think boys have cooties?
Do you cry when you watch kid movies?
Because I know they get me every time.
Will you stutter a bit when you tell me you love me?
Because boys too refined are all insincerity.
And do you promise to tell me bedtime stories?
And hold me until I fall asleep
And then even until I wake up?
