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I made my first vlog. Then I couldn’t figure out how to edit it and then I did and then the sound wasn’t working and I spent a week trying to make it work and watching this over and over again. So the sound and the video are weird. But you can understand and see. I’ll work on my skillz for the future.



It’s been raining here for what feels like forever (it’s been 8 days or so). We Atlantans were getting a little depressed. And by we, I mean me and some of my school and Twitter friends. We’ve been depressed and complaining about it to each other.

We’re over it!

And since I can’t seem to get to bed before 3 am (damn you youtube!) I usually look at how the sun is shining into my room to see what time it is when I open my eyes in the morning. Before 9, sleep on, after 9, get up because I assume my mom thinks I’m lazy for lying in bed for so long because she doesn’t know I stay up all night watching weird videos online. My point is, the rain has made this impossible. Especially when it’s really dark and horrible outside all day. And thundery. Boo.

As you may know, no one in Atlanta can drive. And the rain makes it worse. Imagine everyone going over 80, no blinkers, merging without looking and self-righteous driving with a thunder storm. Nightmare.

Today, my friends, the sun is shining. When I woke up, the sun was out and I thought it was after 10am, so I jumped up, but it was only 8:45. Maybe I’m not as good at sun time telling as I thought. Maybe I’m just out of practice. Today’s going to be lovely. A little vitamin D goes a long way. (Not to mention today is our only oasis from the rain. It’s storms for the rest of the week)

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As you may know, it’s been an interesting year for me and dating. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, read here, here, here and those are just these ones that have been recorded on this blog. There has been plenty more ridiculousness I haven’t cared to share.

It’s been my year of extreme dating and frankly, I’m tired. I’m tired of the assholes I’ve met that only want to get laid. It’s like they don’t even try to woo me. I mean, try to warm me up first, geez. I’m not a prostitute.

My very close friends have been encouraging me to take 6 months to a year to commit to being single and date no one. Partly because I’ve had a boyfriend on my birthday every year for the past 11 years (not all different boys, mind you)  I keep saying I’m going to commit to this break and I really mean it at the time. Then I meet someone almost immediately after making the commitment and ignore forget.

But, none of these compare to the guy I was dating for the past two months. He was a doozy. And he didn’t break up well and when I say he didn’t break up well, I mean he went insane and turned into a horrible crazy man with red bulging eyes who was possible foaming at the mouth.

Then, then sent a barrage of rageful, nasty texts, facebook messages and emails. I, of course, being the new positive me, haven’t responded to any of this and deleted his number and blocked him off my facebook. I can’t be bombarded with negativity, feel me? Haven’t really figured out how to get him out of my email other that just deleting as soon as I see it’s from him.

Anyway, this last dude was the final straw to get me to really commit to staying single until at least my birthday. I think I can make it 5 months. It will be hard because I’m starting to freak out about it after two weeks about being alone forever. But I can’t do it!

Go me!

Before I moved back in with my parents, I didn’t have cable. And before not having cable, I watched TV all the time, but I watched The Office, Parks and Recreation, Burn Notice, PsychYou know, quality shows. I never would’ve been caught dead watching “that reality crap.” I was proud to be in the  dark about the Kardashians (which I still put my foot down about), I didn’t know what a Snookie was, when someone referred to anything on the Bravo TV Network, I sneered.

Not only was moving out of the city and into the ‘burbs hard because it’s the burbs (I’m pretty sure I’d previously said something about never being caught dead out there) and I didn’t know anyone and I was moving in with MY PARENTS (gasp, moan!). They have tv and my mom watches Bravo day and night. DAY AND NIGHT PEOPLE. Going from no cable to Bravo 24/7 was super overwhelming.

Not wanting to sit in my room by myself all the time, I ended up sitting through some Bravo. For the first few months, I rolled my eyes, I acted like a 15 year old (I’m not proud) and changed the channel when my mom was in the bathroom, ahem, and I told her she was making us both dumber the longer we watched.

Then I discovered Watch What Happens Live with Andy Cohen.

The only purpose of this show is to discuss the housewives shows and drink on air. Literally.  That’s all it does. And it’s glorious. I can’t get enough. I started watching the Housewife shows so I’d know what was going on on this show. And now I’m sucked into those, too!!

I stayed up last night when I had to get up at 5:30am just to watch the season finale live (it’s a very interactive show) and because it’s the last show of the season. It was called the Gleeson Finalglee because Lea Michelle and the other dude from Glee were on there. It. Was. Awesome.

And, the best thing is that it’s going to be back on air January 8th 5 DAYS A WEEK. That doesn’t really have to do with the Gleeson Finalglee, but…

Andy Cohen has a turtle and she tweeted me this picture one time. It was awesome.

Also, my dream job when I graduate is to work on this show. They have a graphics department that photoshops stuff all over other random stuff. ‘Love’

{Don’t forget, only one more day to enter the Shabby Apple giveaway}

Yesterday, I went tubing.  It was super fun.

We had a great conversation about a guy that carries a lemon to the party when he’s about to get busy with a girl.  He puts some lemon on his hand, touches the girl, and if it stings her, he knows she has an STD and not to mess with her.  Totally logical, right?  Right.

We laughed about this for about an hour.  And then the joke went for the rest of the day.  We even came up with a plan fortesting for STDs with lemons and testing people for drugs with them and when you get ready for a date, all you need is a condom and a bag of lemons.  We were out of control.

I cut some bangs for myself.  I can’t decide if I like them yet.  I feel like I spend half my life with bangs and the other half hating them and growing them out.  The grass is always greener.

BUT, I decided, I’m growing my hair out.  I’m tired of not being able to put it in a pony tail.  It is driving my crazy!  So, this is my declaration!

Have a great Monday!

Top: Ann Taylor Loft
Shorts: Old Navy
Shoes: Minnetonka
All jewelry from Lovely Bug

I hate being bored.  And, today is the mother of boring days.  Seriously, I’m a little worried I’m just going to keel over from it.  I have nothing to do all day.  Nothing to look forward to.  Until bed.  I’m not good at handling these days after several in a row (by several I mean half a day).  I’ve knitted, watched Weeds, thought about doing some photoshop tutorials, texted friends and whined about being bored, thought about my past life when I had a job and wasn’t bored, thought about 2 weeks ago when I was super busy and staying up for days on end, hating my life, being mad at myself for being bored.  Not really action packed.  And now that I live outside of the city, driving to people who are available costs like $5 in gas.

Chico keeps staring at me.  Like he wants something.  He comes and stares.  And then he leaves and comes back.  It’s super adorable, but a little annoying.  These pictures are all from one morning, by the way.  He changes positions, walks away, comes back.  Same expression.

He left for a bit.

But, back to the boredom.  It’s excruciating.  I actually broke down and cried a little bit.  That is how bored I am.  But, I finished a painting.  I’ve only been working on it when I can’t sleep, so it took a while.  I had so little to finish that I just went ahead and completed it today.  I need something complicated to work on so when I’m bored or can’t sleep, I can get into detail.

And, he's back!

Please send me interesting comments.  Or non interesting ones.  Just something!  Say something so I’m not crying because of boredom!

Part two is solely focused on William and Kate etsy items.  While I love etsy and it’s helped me make a good deal of money, the dregs of the crafting world have come out in full force to peddle their wares.  And, it’s awesome.  Without further ado…


This is cute, but why?  Why would anyone want this?  It’s not your wedding.


This one verges on creepy.  Wait, I take that back, it’s just plain creepy.  I kind of want to see if the picture really doesn’t come off with use, but not enough to actually buy this soap.  These would make cute favors for wedding guests, but not for the average American who is just obsessed with the wedding.


Someone spent a lot of time and energy painting these and they don’t look anything like the royal couple.  Not to mention people generally don’t want portraits of strangers in their houses.


Really?  Really?


The design is so cute, but why?!!  Wait, I know why…’sigh’…capitalism


W. T. F.  You holding your own ceremony, person who bought this?  Are you dressing up, as well?




This is a hodgepodge of whatever crap this designer found at the bottom of her junk draw, she strung them onto a string then printed out some Windsor family pictures off of Google.  Really, like picture is giving me a head ache.


I really want to know if someone buys this.


I just keeps getting better.


For sanity’s sake and my personal wellbeing, I hope this was made by a machine.


What the hell is this?

How many of you are getting up at the ass crack of dawn to watch the wedding?  Don’t be shy, we all have our guilty pleasures.

Getting used to a new place is hard.  So is getting used to a new roommate and a new dog.  Don’t get me wrong, I really like the new place and the new roommate and the new dog.  It’s just different.  You know how nice it is to come home after a really long day and in your bed in your room?  It’s like a haven.  I don’t have that here yet.  And the new street is a busy one.  I’m not used to cars zooming by my window at all hours of the night.  Or the noises of the other tenants in an apartment building.  I haven’t lived in an apartment is years.  I miss Caspian and Aravis and my porch and my chair and my neighbors, some more than others.  I’ve been soooo busy with school work I haven’t really had time to unpack.  So my crap is EVERYWHERE.  Seriously.  Roomio is all like, hey, I know you’re really busy, but can I get a time frame on your unpacking?

I know it will get better.  Just needed to get it out.

Thanks :)

Hi there!  Happy Monday (which is kind of an oxymoron, no?)

I woke up this morning and immediately started throwing up.  Let me tell you, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to eat a brussels sprout, cheese or a veggie hotdog again (my diet tries to be healthy).  Since this is the fourth time I’ve been sick since Thanksgiving and the 2nd time this month, I decided a visit to the doctor was a good idea.

Ugh.  I hate going to doctor.  They confronted me about an outstanding charge I never received a letter about as soon as I walked in.  Way to kick my while I’m down, assholes.  I pointed out they had run the wrong insurance.  Ha!  She was so superior and then I shut. Her. Down.  (In a nice way, of course).

After the doctor asked me if I’m sure I’m not pregnant (I freakin’ hate that!!  Geez, can’t a girl just feel nauseous without talking about sex?)  she informed me I have had a long running sinus infection and it has lowered my immune system’s defenses.  And then she prescribed me a ton of medication.  And told me to go home, put my pjs on and wait until Wednesday to wreak havoc on my classmates’ immune systems.  Done!

The problem is, I’m moving.  Malibu Ken just got divorced and has been replaced by his ex-wife, Puppy Party Skipper.  Who is a nightmare (for me).  And she only gave me three weeks notice to be out of the house I’ve loved and lived in for 4 years.  I’m a little stressed.  Now, I’m too sick to pack.  Ugh!

I went to the pharmacy and ended up spending $100 dollars on medications that I didn’t budget for when I was getting my loan.  $100?!!  Why do I even have insurance?  The most expensive plan?  It’s supposed to make this stuff better.


So, I’m at home chilling and working on homework.  I plan to nap soon.

What an exciting Monday!

P.S.–I think Chico’s broken

Last night I fixed my hair really cute and much different then how I normally wear it.  And, being a blogger and scrap booker and artist, I wanted to document this.  The pictures didn’t turn out like I wanted at all, but I really like some of them.  At one point, my camera started focusing on the mirror instead of me (which is what I was taking the picture of), and the product is neat.  I make a little collage.

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