"I'm tired and I wanna go home. Bum bum bum."

Tired - Beatles

This post is going to be a quickie. This week's Top 2 Tuesday is about top celebrity hairstyles, and I just can't pass that up. I love me some hair.

[Too bad I'm stuck in a daily ballerina bun rut, eh? Only so much you can do when you wake up fifteen minutes before you leave for school every day.]

1. Anything that is 1940s style, I love. I'm a vintage kind of girl by nature. I don't really like this picture, but I didn't feel like looking any further, you know? Girl needs some veg time. But yes. Blonde bombshell. Totally my fav. My hair in the front naturally does that curl up thing in the front. Now I just need to learn how to exaggerate it, and let my bangs grow out.

2. This one is kind of cheating. Other than when I make my hair wavy, it looks like this most of the time. I'm in the process of growing out my bangs, as I said up there. Remember? But yeah. What I really mean is  this is what my hair looked like back when I wasn't lazy as hell. Who am I kidding? I always have been. I'm just trying to bs everyone now and say that I'm going for the messy California girl look. But yes. Love it.

To be honest, I'm showing up to school like this every day.:

I catch people giving me funny looks, but I'm rocking it regardless. 

Also, check out my easter hat. [and ignore the awkward look on my face oogle at my gorgeousness!]

Also, ignore the fact that I'm holding a bra. Wow. Just noticed that. That's weird.

I feel like I'm copying Kate Middleton or something, but hell. I like it! It's so fluffy and pretty. :D

May the force be with y'all.

"If I lived in Paris, I'd say Oooh la la la la la la la."

Paris (Oh la la) - Grace and the Nocturnals

I've noticed that there are about six major categories of bloggers. They are:

1. I-Just-Got-Married blogs
2. Fashion blogs
3. Craft blogs
4. Religious blogs
5. Mommy blogs
6. College student blogs

Notice the demographic that is missing? I do.

[Psssssst! That would be high school students!]

Have you ever noticed that? I enjoy reading so many of the blogs that fit into those categories. There are so many great ones out there. But at the same time, I'm always constantly looking for those who are going through what I am going through right now. I have found a few that I absolutely love, but there aren't nearly as many out there. Not good ones anyways.

And the ones that are out there are mostly religious bloggers. Don't get me wrong; I'm not anti- Jesus, God,  Krishna, Muhammad, etc etc etc. It's just not my thing, you know? Religion is a personal matter for me, and reading people talking about it extensively evokes the same emotions in me that someone talking extensively about their sex lives would.

[Will I go to hell for that comparison?]

Just an observation. I think it's odd.

"You sing a sad song just to turn it around."

Bad Day - Daniel Powder

Sorry I've been slacking on posting....except that I'm not. I have a legitimate excuse.

Last Wednesday, my grandfather came down to the house after mowing the pasture. He was feeling a little dizzy, so he decided to drive his gator back up to the house. He knew he wouldn't make it walking. As soon as he started driving, however, he passed out. This led to him rolling his gator down a ten foot embankment into a creek and hitting his head on a rock.

My grandmother was in the bathtub, so she didn't even know he was gone for about thirty minutes. He spent about 45 minutes unconscious in the creek before grandmother found him and called the ambulance.

We met the ambulance at the emergency room, and we found out that he had a dislocated shoulder and a subdural hematoma. I sat on the counter studying for my chem test AKA the impending doom in my life for four hours while they did basically nothing. Piece of shit hospital.

Best part? They transferred him to a hospital 45 minutes away at about two in the morning, and then they discharged him at ten am. What?

So we've been going back and fourth babysitting him and going to school. If we left them alone, my grandmother would kill him. She is senile as mess, and all she wants to do is garden. She keeps leaving him alone and over medicating him so that he won't mess with her. We had to go out there and hide the pain meds. Like seriously.

So, we'll see.

"My momma told me when I was young we are all born superstars."

Born This Way - Lady Gaga

Today was...less than flattering for me. I just have irritated verbal diarrhea today, and I haven't been able to catch myself and make it stop.

For example, when my stat class was handing out packets at a junior assembly, this girl who I may or may not have ranted about previously on here would not stop yelling at all of this and bossing us around. I also may or may not have turned around [after asking her nicely to stop multiple times, for the record!] and told her to stop acting like a crazy bitch.

Then her boyfriend started it up too, telling me that I need to learn how to think, which lead to me telling him that before he made quick judgments about my thinking abilities, he should compare our educational history. And after he was well-informed on the information, he should come back and let me know which one of us needs to work on thinking.

Wait? Am I a bitch?

Noooooooo.......

Sigh. One of those days.

Anyway, into a happy place.....AKA decorating!

Today's Top 2 Tuesday has to do with dream rooms which is right up my alley.

[What? Normal 18-year-olds don't plan out their future houses in their heads on a daily basis. Scandalous lies! They so do! I'm not weird, I swear!]

1. My bedroom. It has to have rustic materials with contemporary lines. I love it when there are a couple ornate things on top of things that are rustic and simplistic in nature. Also, if you notice, there is a pattern with the beds as well. They are girly, cushy, and have lots of pillows, but they also have all white linens. That way they aren't overwhelming. I love all three of those rooms! So so so much.

2. Library and craft room. It's a must. I have more books and more craft supplies than most human beings. It's a compulsion. I just have to have them. When I get older, I need a room specifically for these things. I may put a desk in there for work type deals, but mainly? Solid bookshelves on all the walls and a comfy couch or chair in the middle of the room. That's all that matters. Well...no. There'd also need to be a significant amount of natural light in there as well. I hate artificial light.

Is it normal that I am that picky? Hmmm....Probably not.

"Time on my hands could be time spent with you."

Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues - Elton John

After Idol last night, I haven't been able to get this out of my head!

So I got a blog award. [Insert applause here.*] I know. I know.

*Interesting story. Every time someone walks into my stat class, the whole class bursts into applause. We have faculty members dropping in for completely bogus errands just so that we'll all clap for them. It's great.

Anyways, this award came from Stephanie at The Odd Duck, who is a complete doll. [You know...If dolls had tattoos and a refreshingly progressive view on life.]

There are a few reasons why this means a lot to me. Among those are:

1. It always makes me happy when something I've done is called beautiful because I am inherently narcissistic and shallow.
2.  The "little extra bit" part reassures me that I'm not completely boring you to tears. [If I am, just remember this. Ignorance is bliss.]
3. It's uber flattering to get this from Steph because she's a baller.

And although I typically don't like people telling me what to do, in true narcissistic form, these should not be too difficult to follow.

The rules are:

1. List three things that you love about yourself.
2. Post a picture that you love.
3. List five bloggers that you are passing this along to. to whom you are passing this along. [Come on.]
   

As I am my favorite person in the world, this should be easy. ;)

1. My sense of humor. I have my moments when my jokes completely dive bomb. Don't get me wrong. I'm not comedienne all the time. But dude, I have my moments where I'm just like BAM! on it. I crack myself up. On a daily basis. Best thing? When Caleb and I get together.....everyone should beware. We are so mean, but soooooo great. We like to play a game called "Good friend/Horrible friend". One person acts like they are being nice and sets the victim loved individual up for jokes that the other one pounces on. This game can go on forever, and it never gets old.
2. My love of music. I've always tried to get as involved in music as I can. I've done dance, have played 6 different instruments, created music on Garage Band, and sang for chorus and theatre. It's fantastic. I'm not the best musician, but I love music sooooo much.
3. My relationship with my family. This includes my closest group of friends. We're all so close. There is nothing that can beat that feeling of ultimate security with the ones that you love. I'm absurdly close with my mom and sister. We tell each other everything. And my group of closest friends...I love them so much. We have so much history with each other, and now that we're about to graduate and all go to different colleges, it's dawning on us that no one will ever have the same kind of bonds. There may be some that are just as tight or tighter, but they will never be the same.

And now for my favorite photograph. This is a hard one because I am known for taking 500000000000000 pictures. [It's pretty bad.] Instead, I'm going to choose two. One will be artsy, and the other will be sentimental.

It's dorky. We're at band and we have braces.
But it holds a special place in my heart! 

This is one of my favorite photos that I've taken.
I really love it.

And finally, the five bloggers. 

Simply Kate, Lemons Don't Make Lemonade, Happily Ever Now, Just Give It A Few, and Tales of a High School Nothing are some of my favorite reads, and I highly recommend that you check them out. 

Well, back to American Idol [Don't send Haley home! :(] and then Bones.

May the force be with y'all.

"It's just a breakdown; it happens all the time."

Just Let Me Cry - Ashlee Simpson

Last night when Q was over, we were talking about movies that made us cry.[I forget which one he said that started it. It was something weird though. Men.] 

My response was that, although I most def have cried during movies before, I couldn't think of any. Books, on the other hand....All the time. If you had seen me after I read My Sister's Keeper*, you would have thought I had a family member who died. It felt as if I had a family member die. 

*THAT'S a movie that made me cry. Man. Half of that was disappointment though. They changed the ending, which is unforgivable. And Caroline was crying too. You should have seen us both walking to the car afterwards crying our eyes out. It was one of those good cleansing cries. Best part? All of the people oogling at us. 

            

(Thank god the only people we saw there that we knew were two of our closest girlfriends who were also crying about a different movie. [One of those Nicolas Sparks ones. Which reminds me of my actual point....We'll get there eventually.] In this town, you can never go to the movies or Target without seeing and having to talk to half the people that you've ever known.)

**Oh, and Valentine's Day as well. That one was half what was going on with my life and half about how much that movie sucked. Who am I kidding? It was mostly about how that movie sucked.

You know how when you say that you never do something, it bites you in the butt? Yeah. That was me in our living room today. 

Last night, I was going through our new movie channels [New movie channels! Whooo!], and I decided to record that crappy movie that Miley Cyrus was in, The Last Song. I've been craving a good chick flick. [Hah. Good chick flick.] Somehow, it slipped my mind that it was a Nicolas Sparks movie.

[I know. What an amateur mistake!]

Today, as I was starting my chem homework, I decided to listen to it as I worked. It'd be a good background thing, right?

Wrong.

Within an hour, I was reduced to a slobbery, blubbery mess. Don't get me wrong; it had the worst acting ever. But man, when that little kid started getting upset? I lost it. I cried for the last half hour of the movie. [I'll be dehydrated for days.]

My mom walked in at the end and fussed at me for not working on my homework, and I was just like, "I'm...sniffle....sorry...! I got...sniffle sniffle...a little distracted...sniffle..." 

[There's no lying at that point. I can't say, "Sorry mom, my chem homework is making me cry like a little baby, so I took a break to watch this horribly sad movie."]

[Wait. I actually think that could be plausible. It wouldn't be the first time chem made me cry. ...Or the fourth...]

Thank god I did though. Now, as I'm finishing my chem homework [4 hours and 11 questions down, 14 to go...], it is quite possible that I'm too dehydrated to cry anymore.

But who knows. If anything can milk anymore tears out of me, chemistry is just the thing to do it.

May the force be with y'all.

"It's your thang. Do what you wanna do now."

Alright, you guys. Recently, I've become involved in Sara Swears A Lot's Karaoke Blog Ring of Death. This month's theme was "drinking songs".



I am presenting you with Lara's video! She's a spunky blogger with a funny outlook on life. Enjoy her video, and check out her blog! I don't know about you guys, but I agree with Lara: the meth song totally makes meth sound like a blast. And there is nothing better than Britney Spears karaoke. Well, maybe drunk Britney Spears Karaoke.______________________________________________________

Dear everyone who watches this,



I'm sorry.  I hope your ears are ok.  And your brains.  Because I probably blew your minds.  (Wow, "blew" looks really weird when you write it out.  So unnatural.  Probably because I only write about blow jobs in the present tense.  It would be a "blew job," right?)  Anyway, watch this and then come to my blog and see this other ho Jes's video.  She's pretty bangin' and also her blog name is a play on words with her own name.  HOW FAMILIAR.  My favorite.  So yeah, just keep on keepin' on everyone.  
In weiners (and meth and booze) we trust,
Lara

____________________________________________________________

If you want to see me sing a really awkward [and basically a capella] version of Sweet Home Alabama, head on over to Alexandra's blog. Did I say awkward? Haha. I meant really awkward. [Being the sweet age of 18, I didn't quite get the ...help that some of the others got. Haha.]
Also, I most definitely forgot to fast today. [It's ash Wednesday.] What do you think the odds are that I'm going to burn in hell? Hmmm.

May the force be with y'all.

"We are family! All my brothers, sisters, and me!"

We are Family - Sister Sledge

Sisters. Such a complicated topic for many people. I guess, siblings in general, really. 

I mean, everyone most people love their siblings because you have to as family, but do you truly like them? And if you do, are you friends or is there too much of an age difference?

My sister, Jessie, and I are eight months apart. And I'm older.

[No really, old people. I am. Yes, I realized that her boobs are far bigger. Thank you. That means NOTHING.]

In some ways, we are the same person, but in other ways, you couldn't meat meet anyone more different. [Haha. It's funny because she's a veggiesaurus.]

That being said, my sister and I have always been really tight. When we're both in good moods, we have some of the funniest conversations ever. 

For example, tonight:

Mom: I wonder how people came up with the saying "The shit hit the fan"...

Jessie: Wouldn't that be the best revenge plan ever? It's just like, "He really pissed me off....Hmmm...That fan is conveniently placed...I wonder if...." and then BAM!

Me: Or just bag it and place it up on one of the blades so they turn on the fan, not suspecting anything.

Jessie: Yeah! Put a pile on every blade, so one falls on them, and they are just like, "Oh man! That is so gross! But at least it's over..." and then all of a sudden, they are just dropping out of nowhere. The person is trying to dodge them like it's 'Nam. Gotta hate that Agent Brown."

Mom: You two are just wrong.

Or the fact that she is convinced that I need a mid-eval man with a trumpet to follow me around, and whenever I say something mean, they go, "'Doo doo doo dooooo.' The queen has spoken!" and then just ride off into the sunset.
[Seriously. We had this conversation today and I thought she was going to wet herself she was laughing so hard. She then started doing this after everything that I said.]

She's a mess.

"I wanna hold you like they do in Texas please."

Poker Face (acoustic) - Lady Gaga

Have you ever known someone that, no matter what they do or say, just irks you?

I have a girl like this in my Sadistics Statistics class. 

I swear to god; she could be telling a story about how she saves kittens from slaughter and I'd just want to slap her.

The other day, I almost threw it down with her over whether or not the reason why other countries have less peanut allergies is that they don't eat as many peanuts.
[For the record, I whipped out my knowledge of the peanut-obsessed Vietnamese diet. 15 - love. Thank you, Viet-mom!]

I'm just glad that we are in a classroom atmosphere so that my bitchiness observations cannot go to work on her self esteem for the most part.

For example, today she said, "Classes down here are so easy. I moved here from Michigan at the beginning of junior high school, and I basically learned the same thing that I had done in Michigan for three straight years here. It was so dumb."

I'm just sitting in my corner of the room innocently muttering, "Poor thing. Maybe if those mean teachers had decided that she should have been in the advanced classes like us instead of the easy ones, she would have been able to learn new things."

Oh wait. We have placement tests. I forgot. So sad that all the stuff that her fabulous Michigan schools taught her couldn't get her through those tests.

Also, she's the type of person who thinks that whoever is louder is righter.
[Yes, I said righter.]

I'll preface my following statements with this: This is not a generalization of all debaters or even of all of the ones at my high school. Let's not get all up in arms.

But at my school, a select group of debaters are very very arrogant. The whole louder is righter concept is the motto by which they live their lives. They always think they are right, and if you are not fortunate enough to be of the same opinion, ...yeah. It's not worth it. Don't go there. I've been yelled at in Chem because I didn't understand a particular question. Like, they feel personally offended that I asked a question.

To be honest, I just try to avoid them. Don't get me wrong; I can argue with the best of them. But it's not arguing or even, imagine this, debating.

I just....ugh.