An Open Letter to Life

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I start college tomorrow,  I’m nervous and excited at the same time. I keep wondering if 3 years from now will this day be a good memory,  one that I look back to and think “oh, she was so young”, or “I’m going to miss college forver”, or will it be a bad memory that I want to bury in a sandbox. Answers will come in time.

I don’t know if many of you are worriers, but I am. Even if it’s something that I know is going to happen a year from now, it still bothers me. I will have to enroll full time next year, thus making me able to work MAYBE 20 hours a week. I’ve never not had a full time job, and it scares me to have to go back to being supported by another person, I’ve been my supporter for so long that it feels odd…..even though it’s 12 months away ūüė¶ guess that means I can actually get involved in my school, and study and hang out with kids my own age and broaden my horizons (but I’m too awkward to bring out in public)

look at me getting all personal, but it’s on my mind, and bothering me like crazy, makes me feel better to jot it down and get it off the old noodle. Still hitting the gym, have kept 10 pounds off, but it’s not enough!! Need to work harder


At 4 days of working out I feel so good. I get up ready to go to the gym and do my workout. At my gym they have little ads on the tvs and they are very inspirational to me. They keep pushing me, those tiny little words help alot


Muscles burning+heart pounding=body changing



It’s crazy how those help me, but they do. I feel like I’m accomplishing something, that and when I don’t leave covered in sweat, I feel like I didn’t do a good enough job. I use to come to this gym and lift a few weights and half ass it, but now I have something to prove. I feel like I’ve made my weight loss a “public” thing and I can’t let anyone down. Even if I don’t have anyone reading this and wanting me succeed, I have to do it for myself. Later readers, will be at it again tomorrow ūüôā


Posted on: June 4, 2014

I recently had a birthday, May 28th to be exact. Now, this birthday was my 22nd, and one of the first “Happy Birthdays” I received, didn’t say that at all. It simply stated;

“So how does it feel to know that the rest of your birthdays aren’t really special, and it all goes downhill from here”

I read, and re-read that text, laughed then abruptly stopped. Is he right? Do none of the birthdays other than 30 and 50 matter? I have now made it a point to start planning awesome events for each one of my birthdays. And the planning shouldn’t happen a week or 2 before…no…mother fucker it’s your birthday so you need to celebrate the shit out of it. Pinatas¬†should be falling out your ass after that party. Never depend on others for a good time, you take that light saber of funness and you wield it like a boss. If anyone tries to cut it off, you just simply stick your foot in their ass and wear them like a slipper.¬†

Okay, I’m sorry, I’m going off an my very outrageous and funny metaphors. But, moral to this rather short blog for the evening.¬†

1. Plan every birthday, because others aren’t going to plan the party unless they really like you (in which case, they like you, but they’d probably like me more)

2. If someone tries to be a Buzz Killington, just simply put two random acts together, and you have a weird insult that will surely turn head, and make them think twice about getting into fisty cuff with you. 
¬† ¬† ¬†example: “I am not scared to go mismatched sock shopping, and buy you a scarf, made out of rope, to hang you with”

3. This reminds me of what I’m going to blog about tomorrow. The joys of letting go order, and mismatching socks.

4. Back to the regular point, Always tip your waitress, and let your pets repopulate. 

Posted on: October 17, 2011

Describe the perfect sandwich.  You have up to $5,000 to spend. Be creative.


Oh my, this makes me hungry. The perfect sandwich would probably be the same sandwich, but the costly thing would probably be the setting! My favorite sandwiches are tuna sandwiches. I love tuna, always have! When the family is broke and all you have is 49…, I just realized that there is no cent sign on the keyboard. Hmm, Imagine that. Anywho, 49 CENT can of tuna to eat, you learn to love it. So back to the main point, my ideal sandwich would be tuna, on that bread they serve at Outback Steakhouse, the bread would be warm and the tuna would be cold, the tuna would have lots of dill relish mixed in, it would have¬†handful’s¬†of pickles and american cheese on it. That sub, would be accompanied with¬†Doritos’ Cool Ranch, (this sounds like my order at subway!) But, what makes this sandwich special, is that I am eating it in Florence, Italy! This is my ideal sandwich

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