The hardest days.

What is a hard day?

I think that if I were to define a hard day, I would have to say a hard day is a day where I am stuck doing something semi-stimulating while thinking of all the fun and amazing, not to mention stimulating, things I COULD be doing instead.

For example: Today, I am at work, at the lower store, which can get a little lonely and very slow. Do not get me wrong, I enjoy my job, somewhat, but when everyone else is talking about all the fun things I could be doing with them, I struggle. If I had no clue what was going on in the outside world,I would have no problem surviving work, but instead, I am hear, hating my day, wishing I could be somewhere else, doing something else.

It is not a physically challenging day, but my mind is in a state of peril.

The New Year.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

The welcoming of the new year was spent lazily, but in good company of course.






Thank You: Lauren, Dana.

Quote of the day.

I know that my last post was a LAUREN VALLADARES QUOTE OF THE WEEK but, she said something very funny today at work and I had to make a post for it!

Here it is:
"So a lady wanted to try some clothes on and I was about to unlock the door for her and went to sneeze into my arm and a tiny fart came out... and I know she heard, so I just acted like nothing happened"

Enjoy!


PS: at this rate I will be posting Lauren quotes everyday since she is so darn funny.

Lauren Valladares Quote of the Week.

I have decided, since my friend Lauren sends me the funniest, most random texts ever, that I am going to do a Lauren Valladares Quote of the Week.
And for the first ever quote of the week, I will share three!

So here it is:

-"My sister made me a sandwich and left it at home in the fridge and when I went home for my break I went in the kitchen and my stupid dad was eating it."

-"I'm having one of those 'I want to shoot every customer that walks through the door' kind of days"

-"I love lifetime mooovies!'


So there you have it. I might be the only person who even thinks these are funny, but oh well.

Research.

Deep in the depths of writing an AMAZING paper, my mind went on its own little vacation and this nonsense is what came out:

"This whole paper is not very green if you ask me. The fact that my computer has been plugged in nonstop to an outlet, the fact that I have to drive somewhere else to get away from distractions just to write this stupid paper. I am so confused. I do not understand why there are such strict word requirements for a stupid required English class that I am going to pass even if I write the shittiest essay known to man. So awesome right?!?!?!

If I was asked to write a paper about how I feel about writing papers, I think I would definitely be able to meet the word requirements. In fact, I would be able to surpass the requirement, easy. Writing about things you do not care about is the biggest waste of my self discipline. I can do it, I just would rather use the energy for something else, you know, like reading about something I actually care about, or maybe writing a poem, a very long, accurate poem of how I am feeling in this moment, while thinking about how much I do not enjoy writing papers."


So there you have it, the wanderings of my scary mind. My mind that is actually decent at writing things. With words.

Weird. I know.

Another Day, Another Year.

So now I am 22.
22 years of age, 22 years old, 22 years young. How ever you want to put it, I have been on this planet, in this body for 22 years now.

I feel no different than I did the day before my birthday, except maybe a little tired.

I was sad to have a birthday this year. I was sad because the person I wanted to share it with, the person I have grown so used to sharing it with is no longer in my life.

But I have learned.

I have learned that my birthday is MY birthday and that no one can take that away from me.

I was surrounded by the most amazing people who care about me and who make me feel happy and young and invincible.
I could not have asked for a better birthday than the one I had this year.

I take my friends for granted, and has to stop. I do appreciate them.

I love them!

Everything happens for a reason. I do believe this.







Thank You:
Lauren, Cameron, Ariana, Malorie, Heike, Chelsea H., Cressita, Mike, Hilary, Bruce, Chloe, Cheyne, Collin, Nick, JR, Dana, Kyle, Buddy, Pat, Jessica, Shawn I., Ryan W., and everyone else!!!!

Discipline.

Today has been an interesting day.

I have never been so focused on writing a paper than I was today.
I was assigned a research paper. I chose an interesting but difficult topic to research. The topic is unimportant to you, so I will omit it from this post. A little mystery is always good/refreshing.

My friend Lauren is cool. She forgot her math assignment at home, but I still think she is way cooler than that stupid assignment anyways. We like to giggle at things.

I am dedicating this random yet amazing post to our awesome, insightful cabby from last night: Tom.
Tom-Your story inspired us... to never be 300lbs. And it also taught us, that fate has a way of throwing up in your lap, and you just have to accept it. Everything happens for a reason, and if it was not meant to be then it was not meant to be.

So Tom, I thank you. And just for you, and for giggles, I will say that I want to be your slave.

Just kidding, I don't.

But if that slippery fish in your hands happens to slip away, pull out the old fishing pole and catch something new, and who knows, you might just catch that slippery fish again.

Adios Mother Fuckers ;]