Rain is falling

and I am sitting in my humble abode considering the effect that this dreary weather tends to have on me. It is amazing to think about how connected to nature we really are. When it is a beautiful sunny day with the rays reflecting off my sunglasses I can not help but feel like I am shining. On the contrary, when the sky resembles a never ending grey mass freckled with spots of fog that open to unleash giant wet drops on us, I feel as though my brain itself is fogging and somberness seeps into my bones. I can attempt to become cheery with upbeat music and happy thoughts but no matter how hard I try my eyes wander to the nearest window or my ears take in the pitter patter noise and I am once again filled with sadness. It is not your typical sadness though. It is more of a reflective or contemplative state. Rainy days may have been created for thinking. You can not be outside experiencing so instead you must sit inside and think. Thinking is not usually one of my voluntary pass times. My capacity for thought usually leads me down a road I do not enjoy taking. It quickly turns into a journey of questions that are enough to make any normal person sick. Rachy recently wrote in her blog that she often has a problem thinking of anything at all. I have to chuckle when I consider this because usually I have an excess of thoughts and thoughts that I'd rather not have bouncing around my mind. Today I have been thinking in particularly about happiness, others' happiness as well as my own. I would consider myself a pretty happy person for the most part. Every once in a while I will see people who really stand out and their happiness makes me feel like I am missing out on something or that my happiness could be even better. For example, at work there is an older lady that always meets up with her husband for dinner in the cafe while on her break. Usually I pay no mind to them but last night they came up to buy something and the lady was smiling and laughing so much that you could not help but notice. She was laughing at something her husband had said and the happiness made her entire face light up. They were incredibly pleasant and then when they turned to walk away the husband grabbed her hand and they walked out laughing with each other. It was a very small moment, couldn't have been longer than two minutes total, yet for some reason it stayed in my brain the rest of the evening. While thinking over it today I have found that I just want to be that kind of happy. The kind that makes other people happy just from a two minute interaction with you.
Winter is quickly approaching and I need to get new tires. I am looking forward to hot chocolate and marshmallows.
The only way to deal with a rainy day is either a good novel or a couple great friends.
Since I have a couple great friends waiting for me I will stop this thinking nonsense and say goodbye for now.
Don't forget your

I may be crazy but I greatly enjoy talking to myself

hence why I occasiounally write in this here blog thing. So anyways, as per usual I am constantly wondering when themajorsuck will get  out of my life. I have taken the car that I bought about three months ago maybe to the mechanic at least four times. I would like to become an extreme bicyclist (is that a word??) so that I can forget cars all together. Either that or just become a wizard. Speaking of wizards, although my luck is always down there are a few key things coming up that could save this summer. Here's a nice sneak peak into the rest of my summer
1. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ITS HARRY FREAKIN POTTER GET WITH IT


2. GOING TO THE BEACHY BEACH


3. BLINK CONCERT

4.  that's really about it there's only three things but still, three AWESOME things.

Other than those three glorious events I shall spend my days slaving away, yelling at children, and burning myself on goshdamn coffee. FUN. Oh and also hanging out with some cool people and spending a disgusting amount of time in Target, as per usual.

Ummm yeah

SO this has become my life as of late

Now you may or may not be wondering what this is exactly. Well I will tell you. It is first and foremost an embarassing addiction that is starting to become a problem for me. It takes up an unreasonable portioin of my time, not that I have many other thrilling things to fill time with but still. ANYWAYS wattpad is a website on which people can upload their own stories and other people can read said stories. The majority of these stories are cheesey dorky teen romances and I have become addicted to reading them. So if you create a profile you can have a library and my library has upwards of thirty stories in it currently that I keep up with. Maybe you are thinking thirty stories, nbd, but let me tell you it is a BIG DEAL. Okay, maybe not, but to me it is because it is proof that this addiction is getting way out of hand and it will only continue to get worse.
Now moving on, my life has also been filled with plenty of this as of late....

And yes, I am actually a little boy who sleeps on a cloud and snuggles a teddy bear. IWISH. With all this pointless laying around and reading I am feeling a little less than useless actually. But at the same time I enjoy it soo much, what a strange contradiction.
OKAY well hello summer, and goodbye fellow bloggers, all four (five counting both alex and sarah) for now!

Pre-birthday birthday blog

Yeah I'm lame.
Anyways hello to my four followers ;) hope youre all doing fantastic!
I'm typing this on my iPod. It's almost scary to consider the amount of things I can do on this. So I have been thinking about how much more I appreciate sunshine these days. (awkward weather small talk/check).
I am thinking about writing a novel filled with all the embarrassing moments I get myself in to. I am pretty sure this year alone contains enough for an entire book.
Embarrassing birthday moment- I took a lifeguarding course this weekend with a bunch of fifteen year olds and one of them asked me if I was fifteen or sixteen.
Okay so that one is pretty light on the embarrassing scale but I have to ease people into the humiliation of my life. Sometimes I think that it is some kind of genetic predisposition to just say the wrong thing in every situation. I honestly have no control over it 99.9percent of the time.
Okay that's all.

rain rain go away

I am sad to say it's been raining all day. I am not however sad to report that I have done less than nothing all day.
I have been doing an excessive amount of thinking lately which is never good for a person. I have decided to eat peanut butter eggs until I die.
By the way, why are the eggs ten times better than the trees? Just ask yourself that and think about it for a while.
This is a really pathetic attempt to update my blog. Although I have still not completely figured out how people, such as myself, who have a boring-as-shit life keep a blog.
I would like to see the Strokes this summer. PLEASE TAKE ME TO SEE THEM.
Enjoying a little of this:

As well as a little of this....

BYEBYE
PS: KRALL TELL YOUR BROTHER I SAID HI ;)

Livin' the Dream

Since I have a multiple page lab report to type and a philosophy online test, I thought I'd write a blog instead. How ya doin it's been a while? (Mostly to Nicole's friend Chloe because she is the only one who might read this besides Nicole and Krall) I have decided that the real reason I am in college is just to make enough money in the next fifteen or so years of my life to then spend the rest doing absolutely nothing, besides maybe makin babies or something. Seriously, being lazy in the future is a real motivation for me. How twisted is that? I wanted to do something spectaculiar and memorable but now I feel like I could settle for sitting on a beach somewhere.  I'll do some pointless mundane task, get paid a shit ton of money and then quit and spend my days playing xbox and watching movies. On a side note, I am very excited for I Am Number Four. Anyways I think that conflict between the pressure that is put on me to be an adult and the fear I have of actually being one may cause a mental breakdown sometime within the next six months. Crazy runs in my family, so when I say that I am actually only partially kidding. I could probably use a shrink right now. Moving on to a happier note, we have celebrated Rachel's twentieth birthday with some fine dining and not so fine motion pictures. Of course let's not forget about Akiki Jambon Hammy, our Russian friendship hamster. She is an adorable little thing, cute enough to distract you right before she tries to bolt away. It is hard to imagine how quickly friendships can end and even how quickly they can form. I can not believe I have only known Rach for a year or a little more. While I still do not know everything about her, mostly because she won't let me know everything, I feel as though I could trust her with anything which is the greatest part of friendship. Thanks Krall. Hey Nicole, thanks for introducing me to my soul mate ;). As for friendships ending, I still find myself thinking from time to time about some of my friends that have drifted from me.  I wish that I would have been right and friendship would have been something permanent. Mostly I wish he wouldn't have given up on me. But that's emotional babble no one needs to hear. Let's end on a cheery note. I am really into Maroon 5 again right now.   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ADmCFmYLns4   Don't be hatin. I could not possibly think of any other boring thoughts to put in this thing so peace out girl scout :D 

Victoria who's last name shall not be named has some very unsettling news...

I have been greatly disappointed and by a burrito no less. How do these cruel things happen to me? I arrive home from a hard night at work only to find that no body in my family saved me dinner. Me being the optimistic gal that I am looked in the freezer and figured that a micorwave burrito would do. Now I am sitting here, two hours later, still disappointed by a BURRITO!!! You see, I used to absolutely adore burritos and I thought that the reaction would be the same and happiness would bubble up inside me after the first bite, alas no happiness bubbled. The bean and cheese burrito left me hurt, alone, angry, and STILL hungry. My best guesses are that ONE: Burritos are just not made the same anymore, or TWO: Maybe bean and cheese is not the right kind? But I find myself wondering, will I ever solve this burrito puzzle? Probably not. Now on to more important and slightly less dramatic information. Classes at the lovely university which I attend start again tomorrow. Because of this troubling tid bit, I had to pick up my books for this semester this morning. I was a little more than outraged to discover I paid ten dollars for a book that is no wider than my pinky. It is called Walking by Thoreau, look it up. It is seriously THE TINIEST book I have ever seen in my life. TEN EFFING DOLLARS. Could American college really rip off our generation of naive young adults ANY MORE? Just remembering my anger makes me want to stand on a table in the middle of a crowded room and scream on the top of my lungs. That might be a little too much fun though, don't you agree? I also succeeded in getting a whole one week FREE at a gym today! Well, really the credit goes all to my mother she truly does have a way with people that I may never acquire. We went to check out this gym because I am in dire need of a place to swim. Long story short I need to get my lifeguard license for this summer which is a strange thing to need you might think, but I have my reasons trust me. Anyways in order to not die whilst trying to get this certification, I must swim now. So I took my mother with me to check out this gym that has a pool and she talked the lady into not only giving me a week free , but giving one to her and my two sisters as well. It was awesome to say the least. Okay, interesting day, RIGHTTT?????