Feet, Martians, And Other Meanderings

You're going to have to start reading this post with a bit of imagination. I was going to have a picture of a foot. But then I realized I cannot, and yes, I mean cannot, stand the sight of bare feet. At all. Like...agh.
But my feet-phobia isn't what this is about.
(Picture of a foot).
^ That is what I put in my mouth. Every other minute. I would try to make up an excuse for it, but I'm not in a lying mood (not that I ever am). See, what happens is that I assume things and my mind runs it through and spits out a premature opinion. And this begins the foot in mouth process. I should really stop. But you have to remember here, I have a vastly imaginative...imagination.
Regardless of my lack of good words, you get my point right?
Good.
Anyways! That's all I have to say on that...sorry I haven posted in a bit but I've been sort of...busy...x10.
I will spare you the gory details of my hectic week and just say that yes, I do love being busy, but I hope terribly that this week is a bit more mellowed out.
Also! Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. AKA "The World is Mocking My Lifestyle" day.
Well guess what, multi-million dollar Valentine's Day industry? I like being single! Oh, sorry, said I wasn't in a lying mood....
But actually, I'm not one of those super anti-Valentines people.
But the holiday has been sort of tainted for me...
When I was an innocent six year old, we were living in apartments and my brother's best friend lived right under us.
My older sister, who would have been seventeen and a rotten stupid teenager (y'all know what I think about that species...) decides to tell me that I absolutely had to have a Valentine. Like. Life or death. And me, the innocent six year old, looking up to my big sister, believed her. And when I asked her "Who is your Valentine?" she just said "That doesn't matter," and I believed her! I never thought myself to really be a stupid child...but I guess I was just, erm, blinded by my respect for her. So, Zach, my brother's best friend, loved (loves) Marvin the Martian. And we had a grocery store called Mars near us and they were giving away free Martian toys/figurines.
Can you see where this is going?
So...we took the Martian and decked him all out with magazine clippings, embellishments, etc.
Let me just tell you now that I don't remember a whole lot of stuff from that time period. In the year that followed, some not so good stuff happened and I blocked a lot out.
But! I remember distinctly...knocking on his door...throwing that daggone Valentine alien at to him and booking it back upstairs to our apartment.
Embarrassing right?
Of course, Zach is basically just my brother now so it's all good fun in the past and I can laugh about it now.
But poor, innocent six year old me had Valentines ruined forever! Forever...
And that is why I will be holed up in my room tomorrow doing homework as per usual watching I Hate Valentine's Day.

Happy day of love, y'all!
<3

Changing

So.
Yesterday, I was thirteen and fangirling like only a thirteen year old can about everything under the sun.
I was carefree, in retrospect.
My biggest concerns were pretty much...my grades. That the guy didn't like me back. That my friend was backstabbing me.
I thought those problems were the end of the world.
I had sleepovers and watched Enchanted and giggled and sprayed silly string on the first person asleep.
I liked a boy with blonde hair that fell halfway over his eyes.
I pretty much stirred up drama (whether I realized it or not) whenever I could.

Today, I woke up, and I'm less than two months shy of seventeen.
Seventeen.
I have too many cares in the world to count.
I stress daily about school, college, the future, etc.
Sometimes so much so that my friendships have to fall to the wayside.
I barely think about the friend that stabbed me in the back or the boy with the blonde hair.
When I see some guy with hair hanging in his face, I'm prone to mutter "Cut your dang hair."
My friends and I are far too busy for sleepovers.
I avoid drama like the Black Plague.

And really, I don't know when all this change happened. Most days, I roll with it. I can be mature and deal with what I have to deal with.

Other days, I want to be thirteen again. Or maybe even twelve. I want to be carefree again. I want to giggle and laugh and shove love notes in his locker (which I never actually did....I don't think....).

But. I can't. So I move on. And stress some more. And pray some more. And realize that change can be good. And I think this change is good. Because I know now, more than ever, that I'm going where God is taking me. For as long as I can remember, I've been trying to work out my own future. I pretty much had to hit a low point before I fully handed the reins over to God. And I've felt better since then.

I may not know the whole picture, but He's been revealing it to me piece by piece. A few of those pieces, I've told other people about. A few, I've kept to myself. But the important part is that He has all the pieces.

So, remember that in your own life. It's a good thing to remember.





P.S. I have nail polish on my keyboard....




Kbye.

But...

Hi.
Long time no speak.
Like my background?
I'm too lazy to change it.
I went to change it last night.
And a window popped up saying I had a trojan virus.
I'm now on my mom's computer.

Anyways.

I was originally coming here to say that I was going to take a break from blogging. I don't know...I just don't really like it anymore. It isn't what it was for me when I first started it and, quite frankly, it's sort of boring now.

But I don't want to be all like "Oooh I'm taking a break from blogging ttyl"

Because I'd probably be back the next day.

Rambling.

But on the other hand, I don't want to be committed to blogging anymore.

Because I'm sort of stressed out and don't have time to make this blog as good as I like it to be.

But I do need this blog, to have somewhere to write something, even when I don't feel like writing a grocery list.

So...I'll be back...

Just probably not as frequently as I have been blogging in the past year.

I hate to do that, but I think it's best, just so I can take some time and improve this blog a bit and make it what it used to be and what I really want it to be.

Stay tuned :)

Afterall

Funny how a lot can change in six months.
Funny how cold our responses have gotten.
Or, your responses, should I say.
You only give me those which society dictates.
Hi, how are you, what are you up to, how have you been.
That last one is only required because we speak so infrequently now.
I know I've said  I was done a thousand times...
But I just can't seem to walk away.

"I didn't want you, but I did, it isn't over, but it is..."

You were a great companion.

Maybe one day we'll be back to what we were.

After all, a lot can change in six months.

The Post That Was Originally One Sentence

Hi.
So remember that time that I said I was going to try to figure out what I was going to do with/about my blog?
Haha, I lied.
I'm still considering what to do.
But in the meantime, I may as well utilize this other outlet to procrastinate and fangirl about random obsessions get more writing in.

I don't really have much to say today...just a few random things.

Such as, can we discuss how amazing this music video is? I was literally breathless the first time I watched it.
Okay, I'm obsessed with paper. I think it's not healthy, maybe? I love stationary, journals, envelopes...etc.
Dude, this video has envelopes, paper, postcards, twine, suitcases...and it just has such a vintage feel! I've been diggin' the vintage deal lately, if you haven't noticed ;)

Also...I'm obsessed with Alex Goot on YouTube. This one is my current favorite, just because Kurt Schneider is another one of my favorites...like he is a brilliant producer. But Alex Goot's cover of "We Found Love" is amazing as well. Like...it's too great.  He's a genius, I think...

I'm not even kidding you when I say that I will end up marrying a musician. It's not a joke. Or...yeah. There's no question there. I will marry a musician or just become a spinster. Cats are nice companions...

Um, what else.
I realized I can tolerate a lot of covers of Adele music, but I refuse to listen to most covers of "Someone Like You"....it just gets butchered too often.

And can someone tell me when I started sorta-kinda-defending Lady Gaga? I still don't necessarily like her, but I feel like every artist who actually has talent deserves respect.

That does not include the Biebs.

I want to see Beauty and the Beast in theaters. Right now.

Merlin has finally aired in the US. Muahahah. Now I don't have to watch it on sketchy download sites...
I mean, what?

I officially start classes at the college in, like, six days. Bleh.

One of my favorite conversations I've had in a very long time while I was out to breakfast with my grandmother today:

Mommom: So, I'm reading this really interesting book. When I'm done with my Kindle (yes, yes, she's more high-tech than I am) you'll have to read it.

Naomi: Yeah?

M: Mhmm, it's called The Hunger Games.

N: Really?!? I love those books! I own all three!

M: You do? I couldn't put the first one down. I'm in the middle of the third one right now.

N: I really loved them...they're actually coming out with the movie.

M: We'll have to go see it!

I love my grandmother. Lots.

What elsssseee....Sean is back in NigaHiga's videos. But I doubt anyone actually cares about that...or knows what I'm talking about...so, uh, nevermind...

Oh, speaking of The Hunger Games? The nail polish line comes out for it on March 1st. I'm, um, just going to start saving right now...

Alrightttt...I think that's all. I'll talk to ya'll soon!

Or will I?

Teheh.

Crossroads

Hiya.

So, I don't even know if anyone even noticed, but I've had my blog set on private for the past week. Because...I've been getting bajillions of page views from really spammy, shady sites. I know a lot of them are probably just spam bots that aren't even real people viewing my blog, but still...it's sort of upsetting, you know?

So I set it so only I could view it for a few days, took it off private, and the next day I had a bunch of views from the same site. Anddd I set it back to private...

Basically, I'm not sure where to go from here with my blog. I have a lot wrapped up in it...almost two years worth of posts and rants, confessions, experiences, etc...I don't really just want to leave it. But it isn't the greatest feeling to look at the blog stats and only see page views from blah sites.

Ya know?

So yeah. That's just kind of a heads up I guess. I may be quitting the blogging deal for a while and leaving it on private, or I may switch sites (even though I hate all the other ones) or I might just bite the bullet and keep using Blogger. I'll let ya'll (the real people who actually care and read this, that is) know in the next few weeks what the deal is :)

All of that aside! I figured I'd just post a quick update of what I'm up to, what I've been up to, etc.

In the past two weeks, I've:

Seen my best friends.

Stayed up late and slept in.

Stressed. Lots.

Caught up on all of my TV shows.

Taken two Tylenol PM and been knocked out for almost ten hours straight (this was today/last night...I may be up for a while...)

Missed people.

Not missed other people.

Shopped 'till I dropped. Haha...seriously though. We were exhausted. And then we went to the Nordstrom's cafe and only ordered lemonade and coffee...the conversation that ensued was pretty much:
"Wait, are we supposed to leave a tip?"
"Yeah, like 15 (now I know it's 20...) percent I think..."
"Oh..."
"That would only be...seventy cents."
"I'll leave a dollar."
Oddly enough, I think they were glad to see us leave...like, why though?

Listened to Scotty McCreery's album a countless amount of times. Basically...that's all I've listened to for a week straight. 

Done a lot more but I think the Tylenol PM stole my memories, so...

Currently I am:

Sitting in my living room.

Listening to "Someone Like You" by Adele...for the third time in a row. This song never gets old.

Periodically glancing at the TV, which is on mute, and tuned to American Pickers on History Channel. I had to mute it because...well, they're at a clown museum. And it's sort of creeping me out.

Debating whether I should read The Hunger Games again or watch Dr. Who...like I said, I'm probably going to be up for a while.

Drinking Candy Cane Lane tea.

Trying to come up with another story idea. I actually have a few...but they're all falling flat.

Wondering how the "Someone Like You" video can be so emotional when it's just her walking around...well, nevermind.

Listening to Kyler England's "Alchemy"....seriously such a gorgeous song, both composition and lyrics.

Looking for something better to watch.

Contemplating again whether or not I should watch Dr. Who...

In the next week, I will...

Go back to school.

Die from sleep deprivation.

Go to the Dr.'s about my back (I will also just hem all of my pants legs from now on to prevent further occurrences like this one) 

Take the placement test at the college.

Meet with an adviser at the college.

(Hopefully) register for math & science at the college.

Not want to go to the college.

Stress some more.

Pray some more.

And, again, (hopefully) decide what to do about this blog...

Okay, that's all for today...

Agh Blagh.

I'll talk to ya'll later.

;)

In 2011, I...

Ha, so first off I totally meant to post this before midnight but one thing led to another and that obviously didn't happen!
Anyways...
In 2011, I...

Learned lessons...some the hard way.

Remembered.

Forgot.

Let go.

Held on.

Made friends.

Lost friends.

Went to three concerts.

Fell in love with Country music & all things southern.

Wrote a book.

Stayed up all night.

Talked all night.

Cried.

Laughed.

Drew closer to God.

Ironed out the wrinkles.

Been more confused than ever.

Had feelings for someone.

Lost them...the feelings or the person, I'm still trying to figure out.

Been stranded in the snow.

Gone to a job interview.

Written oodles and oodles of worthless crap.

Written a few precious gems.

Hated this blog.

Relied on it more than anything.

So, dear, dear readers & followers, here's to a tremendous New Year. Let's make it ten thousand times better than 2011, no?

And I just have to add...I'm watching Princess Diaries 2 with my little sister who is laughing hysterically (like...hysteria...) and mumbling "Ahhh, it's one I clock in the morning!"

Also, we watched some of Dick Clark's NYE coverage and she said "You know that guy who is announcing everything? I bet one year he'll drop dead just as the ball drops!"

Oh, kids say the darnest things.

Happy New Year, m'dears!