Badly and without emotion. I have a fear of failure and rejection, so I usually try not to take risks or put myself out there unless I have a high probability of success. This is bad, because I don't really give myself the chance to suck and get better at something, leaving a huge dearth of improvement within my character and life experience.
I need psychological help.
Monday, February 24, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Where do I see myself in 20 years?
On the street, living under a bridge, drowning in my own tears. Literally, I'm going to fail life. Ugh.
Thursday, February 13, 2014
If you could go anywhere today, where would it be and why?
I would go to the farthest corner of the rainforest, hide from society, and adapt to a possessionless lifestyle for the next 20 years. I will emerge as the new Thoreau, and people will provide me with the praise and earthly comforts that I deserve. PLEASE LET ME QUIT SCHOOL. I HATE IT SO MUCH.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
What's my favorite day of the week?
I AM SO EXCITED FOR FRIDAY. OH MY GOD.
This is going to be the best Valentine's Day ever, and I know that for a fact, because IT HAS TO BE. (To answer the blog question, I really like lazy Saturday mornings, specifically, because Saturday nights consist of me regretting not doing anything productive that morning)
I am so flipping excited for this Friday. I didn't want to spend any money on my boyfriend, not because I hate him, but because I'm broke, counting in prom expenses.
SO I made him this super cute collage of all of our non-awkward pictures and framed it in a pink frame (I didn't have anything manlier. Whoops.), and I cut out a bunch of cheesy/quasi-insulting pickup lines, which is OK, because we have the same kind of humor that appreciates cheesy/quasi-insulting jokes. Here's my favorite one: You smell like garbage. Can I take you out? I literally laughed at that for ten minutes. A true comedian. Besides those, I turned our story into this fairy tale story thing where I'm a princess, he's the knight, and it's based on how we actually met. He also gets a CD with our songs on it and the same truffles that I got him on our first date.
This is like, stomach-churningly saccharine, I know, but bear with me.
I know what you're thinking, what do I get out of all of this? I know for sure that he's making restaurant reservations for Friday, and then some other big surprise that NO ONE WILL TELL ME.
That's going to be my Friday. I'm pretty stoked. Yayyyyy.
This is going to be the best Valentine's Day ever, and I know that for a fact, because IT HAS TO BE. (To answer the blog question, I really like lazy Saturday mornings, specifically, because Saturday nights consist of me regretting not doing anything productive that morning)
I am so flipping excited for this Friday. I didn't want to spend any money on my boyfriend, not because I hate him, but because I'm broke, counting in prom expenses.
SO I made him this super cute collage of all of our non-awkward pictures and framed it in a pink frame (I didn't have anything manlier. Whoops.), and I cut out a bunch of cheesy/quasi-insulting pickup lines, which is OK, because we have the same kind of humor that appreciates cheesy/quasi-insulting jokes. Here's my favorite one: You smell like garbage. Can I take you out? I literally laughed at that for ten minutes. A true comedian. Besides those, I turned our story into this fairy tale story thing where I'm a princess, he's the knight, and it's based on how we actually met. He also gets a CD with our songs on it and the same truffles that I got him on our first date.
This is like, stomach-churningly saccharine, I know, but bear with me.
I know what you're thinking, what do I get out of all of this? I know for sure that he's making restaurant reservations for Friday, and then some other big surprise that NO ONE WILL TELL ME.
That's going to be my Friday. I'm pretty stoked. Yayyyyy.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Best superbowl ad
My favorite ad for the Superbowl was the one for Oikos yogurt, because it had all of the Full House guys in it. But especially John Stamos. Uncle Jesse is the bomb.
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