Monday, February 25, 2013

you don't have to say what you did.

I'm one of those people that watches zero movies througout the year then watches the Oscars. No. I watch the Red Carpet stuff beforehand. I don't have the attention span for the awards and all of that music. I just like the dresses. 
So, just because I want to, I'm going to show you my favorite dresses. 

 


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I'm sure no one cares, but I just love the dresses. 
I watched the first 20 minutes while I was playing Sims but I got bored easily and then went to bed. I don't know who won. I know Jennifer Lawrence won. I didn't put her dress on here cause I was bored by it. I know that everyone said it was one of the best, but eh. It was pretty. 
My favorite was Kelly Osbourne's and Namoi Watts's. I'm jealous of them all. I want to see Silver Linings Playbook and Argo. 

Anyway, I have today off so I'm thinking about cancelling my gym membership and starting at the one right next to my house. The by my house is less than a mile away (though I can't walk because it's across a highway) and it's 24 hours. I wanted to go to the gym after work yesterday, but it closes at 4 on Sunday's. I get off at 3 so that doesn't leave very much time. 

I'm still spending all of my free time laying in bed under the covers listening to Maroon 5. I really love this album, guys. Makes me feel like I'm in high school again. I just stare at the wall, but I have nothing else to do and I don't feel like reading right now and I'm caught up on all of my shows.

So here's to me getting stuff done. I want to buy a planner because my favorite thing to do is waste money. I also need to pay my car payment. Eek. First one ever. So scary.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Insert the 900 maroon 5 lyrics that are fitting

In the past week I haven't done anything other than work and lay in bed listening to the maroon 5 cd hating my life and staring at the wall. Also, washing my hands cause one of the residents at work has pinworms and I had the pleasure of seeing one laying on the floor.

Monday, February 18, 2013

and i keep co-comin' over cause it's ne-never over

So I don't know if anyone knows this but I have a few favorite types of books. 
#1 Catcher In the Rye- I realize this is a book and not a category. But in my mind it is the whole shebang. It's kind of almost everything that I want in a book and I've never been able to experience that again.
#2 Fantasy/Fiction- Basically everything that I read. You know, like the horror, the little kid series, the crazyness. I don't like books based in reality. Serial killers? Please. Witches? Thank you.
#3 Memoirs of famous people or funny people- That kind of sums it up. I love reading about other people as long as they're not having 20 page monologues about one feeling or philosophy.

Where am I going with this?
I like to think of the events in my life as chapters in my memoir. Not like I think I'm going to be famous or ever actually have a life worthy of having a memoir, but I still think of my life that way. Having this outlook probably makes people who don't know me think that I'm one of those people who have one of those "try anything once" attitudes. I'm not. I'm really not. I'm one of those sit at home and only go out when forced to have human contact type of people. Therefore, I realize that my book will be horribly boring. But whatever. I catalog my life by chapters. I model my life after Chelsea Handler's books. Albeit, way less funny and exciting. Okay, maybe not less funny because she's not that funny. Less exciting though. 
Chapter 1- Getting a nose bleed twice a week in elementary school.
Chapter 4- Stalking older boys who don't know who I am.
Chapter 6- Getting licked in the face by a black man.
Chapter 13- Getting punched in the face by a 9 year old boy.

And now I'm on chapter 14... 
I'm going to write it tomorrow because I don't have the energy right now.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

I think everyone has that one person who everything that they do, it makes your skin crawl.
Most people probably have multiple people like this. I, honestly, only have one. It's weird cause a lot of people have done a lot of things to me and I somehow never "hate" them. There are long periods of time when I can't stand them, but they never last.
This one person, who shall remain nameless, I can't even look at without gagging. All the Instagram pics, all the Facebook posts, all the fucking twitter updates.
You get the point.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Meh meh meh

Right. You're going to talk to me again and I'm going to be waiting with open arms.
Okay. 🙅

in the meantime i'm just dreaming of tearing you apart.



I like this picture. It's really old and I took it when I lived in the legit ghetto. So that's a pretty thing to have right next to a place that got robbed twice (that I know of). Good old days.
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It's killing me to walk away.

Can it please stop snowing?
Granted it's not as bad as the winter of 2010, but still. Virtually every time I get in my car I have to clean snow off it. 

I'm going to the mall with my friend today and part of me wants to buy clothes but most of me doesn't because I have literally 600 dollars in my checking account and it hasn't been that low in three years so it makes me nervous. Also, I'm not dipping into my savings ever again. Why does everything have to be so expensive? Seriously. 

In Scarlett news, her dad is perfect. 

 Whoops.

I watched Gone With the Wind yesterday and finished a book last night. That was a successful day off.  Oh and I got Chinese.  

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

you’re the antidote to everything except for me

So Fall Out Boy is officially back and I think that a blog needs to be written in their honor. 
Yes, I like Fall Out Boy.
Sue me, please. 


Alright, I actually love FOB. Not Fangirl love them and spend hours on the website and I don't own anything FOB related other than every CD. But I do know every song and, I'm not going to lie, every lyric. Even the random songs that were never on CDs. So you see, Patrick and the boys mean a lot to me. The music does at least. They're one of the bands that I've never grown tired of listening to despite how much my music tastes have changed since 9th grade (Fall Out Boy and John Mayer whooo). I'm not going to be one of those psychopaths who say that "Fall Out Boy saved my life" because I never was an emo teenager sitting in my room at night cutting my wrists contemplating death at every skip in my Sony Walkman. I'm also not going to say that they changed me. I think that music is just something you can relate to and enjoy. I'm lame and love their titles. I could go on, but I'll stop.

Do you want the good news or the bad news first?
Good news: Fall Out Boy has two tour dates that I could attend. One of them being on my birthday. I mean, come on. I want all of that.
Bad news: The tickets are like 125 dollars. that's what I make a month basically. 
I have no one to see them with in Pittsburgh.
They're all at club venues. You know what that means- asshole teenagers moshing to the jams and little girls in braces, skinny jeans, dyed black hair and way too much eyeliner pushing into me and I try to jam out to "Grand Theft Autumn" in peace. 
Did I mention the tickets are probably going to be sold out by the time I get paid and then pay my student loan and insurance and that basically equals a paycheck. 

Then I downloaded their new single, "My Songs Know What You Did In the Dark" and the first two or three listens I was like "oh god, I hate this. They're trying too hard". But now I love it. I've listened to it non-stop since I bought it off iTunes around 6:00 pm. I was scared it was going to be another Infinity on High but then I grew to love that too so what am I talking about?

Sunday, February 3, 2013

How come you don't want me now? Why don't you want to wait this out?

So while everyone in the United States of America is watching the Superbowl, I decided to take the time alone to do some Pilates (i.e 18 minutes of beginners) and read about 200 pages in the newest book I'm reading. I did another 16 hour shift last night/this morning. I worked 3pm-7am and one of the craziest girls I've ever encountered was up the whole time. I just colored for literally 8 hours. I tried not to fall asleep, but the 3-11 shift was pretty exhausting, so I might have dozed off for about 20 minutes. Hopefully no one saw me.

I've been on MySpace a lot lately. Not the social media aspect of it because God knows no one is on, anyway. You can listen to basically any song you want to, you can make playlists and you can listen to entire albums. New ones and not random, obscure ones. Speaking of, I'm listening to the new Tegan and Sara album. I had high hopes for this since I went through a period of time when I loved these girls so much. But literally every song sounds the same and it's straight pop with their unique voices. I'm not much of a fan. I'll probably still get it from the library though because I think the more I listen the more I like it. There is one song that I like a lot. You can listen to it here And in that same vein, I need some new music. Like I said the other day I've been listening non-stop to Dashboard Confessional from 9th grade or something. 

I'm also trying to find new blogs to read. I feel like everyone who blogs is this gorgeous, happily married military wife with cute little kids and a fancy job and a 3,000 dollar Canon and some mad HTML prowess. Since I am none of those things, I'd like to find someone who understands me and who sucks as much as I do. 

Oh yeah. I'm trying to be positive. 
I would like someone who has the same unfortunate luck as I do. Basically I'd like to meet myself, only slightly more exciting so I don't sit on my couch every Friday night that I'm not working eating pizza and watching Jeopardy with my grandma and uncles. But whatever.

Dell Griffith, you cray.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

quotes, inc.


 This is what I'm trying to do right now. I think that most quotes are stupid and I don't want to do them. But I think that this one is nice and I'm going to try to think this way. All I ever do is say that I can't do things when I probably could.
Here's to that