i'm sad.

wanna know why the only color in this picture is me?

because there is no color when i walk out of my house.

whimper.

i think there's an alien in my stomach.

christmas

food
and

family

also, i love zoey.

the year mom screamed a lot.

scream #1: my mom thought that my brother wasn't going to be able to come home for christmas (he lives in missouri). since i got home about 2 weeks ago, she mentioned every day how sad she was that peter wasn't going to be here. little did she know, he already had a ticket bought and paid for.



scream #2: my dad surprised my mom with a cruise to hawaii this year, something she has been talking about (literally) for years.


my mom has an awesome scream. it's even better when she screams because she's so dang happy.

also, this really has nothing to do with my mom screaming, but watch my nephew jaxson totally freaking out. it is also awesome.

books for christmas?!

thank you, mitchell.

the nose knows

sometimes when i play with kids, i forget that they don't understand sarcasm.

but one thing is for sure: my niece definitely understands the command "touch your nose."

bringin the sass back to sewin

today i was crafty. it was the first time i've used a sewing machine since i was...12 maybe? so a good ten years. obviously my mom helped me turn out this sassy apron, however there is no photographic evidence of her help because she literally threatened to bite my nose off if i put pictures of her on my blog.


bam. finished product.

one time i had a childhood

when i was little, i liked to pretend to be a mermaid in the bathtub. it mainly involved letting my hair float around in a mermaid-like fashion, and making my feet and legs into right angles to look like fins. there was usually fin-flipping involved.

my hair in this picture may or may not have been exaggerated.

things i find in my closet, part III

part I: journals
part II: prom dress
part III: grandma's fur coat. this coat is rad. my grandma betty was a classy broad. (any jewelry that i actually wear, i inherited from her.) this fine specimen of old-time glam just solidifies her status as a fashionista. if my arms were 3 inches shorter, i would totally wear this coat.

eating your feelings

this morning, i woke up to this email from tristan:

"I went to the store yesterday and bought a big ol bag of those Lindt chocolate balls and box of that hazelnut kind you got when we were at target. They're all gone now after a binge yesterday, and I feel hungover."



i think it's his way of saying he misses me?

my ultimate fantasy

me + neighbor's dog

karma

being home for the holidays, i have the chance to revisit some old memories. since my mom is an excellent record-keeper, we have books and books of family photos. while working on a project, i came across these two pictures:
(sidenote: check out my dad's face.)

there are two conclusions that i draw from these photos.
1. obviously, i was starved for attention as a child and had to constantly act out to make my presence known.
2. someday, when i have kids and want to have a nice family picture, the family picture gods are going to punish me hardcore.

birthday girl

so today is my mom's birthday. what a fox!

she is cute and i love her.


happy birthday, mom!

a few things

i'm kind of obsessed with my niece.
this picture is especially great because as one of my friends pointed out to me, it looks like one of my arms is regular sized and the other is tiny sized.

i made cookies today. would you like a little jurassic park or fantasy creature with your christmas spirit?


oh yeah. remember how i'm in arizona right now and i don't have to wear shoes while i bask in the sun in my backyard because it's like 80 degrees?

suckers.

the barnacle snowman

let me start off by telling you a little bit about my nephew, gavin. he's almost 8. he's blond. he's got big blue eyes. in short, he's adorable. or should i say, adowable. because he cannot say his r's, and as a result, sounds like he is a boyn and bwed membuh of "jersey shore" (minus the profanity).

tonight at our family christmas party, gavin was playing with a stuffed snowman. suddenly he turns to us, and threatens: "bewayah the baahnacle snowman--he's toychuhwuss!"

(translation: beware the barnacle snowman--he's torturous!)

we're pretty sure he meant to say the abominable snowman, who is treacherous, but we're also pretty sure that his original way was pretty freaking funny.

so, you've been warned.

home sweet home

my pantry:


my parents' pantry:

44 pages of blood, sweat, and tears

it's 12:58 am. i just sent off my teacher work sample to be reviewed, and hopefully accepted. because i swear, if it's not accepted and i have to go back and do any sort of editing,

i will drop out of college.

responsibility fail.

i meticulously cleaned my room. i folded and put away my laundry. i changed my sheets, and made my bed. i took a nice long shower, and carefully did my make-up. i made myself a well-balanced meal. i changed the lightbulbs in grace's room. i sufficiently stalked probably my entire friends list on facebook. i did the dishes. i caught up on the news, and checked the weather forecast for the next ten days.

did i start working on my teacher work sample, the only thing that actually really needs to get done?

negative, ghostwriter.

word vomit.

so "the man" tells me to like so-and-so, the "anti-man/establishment/whatever it is that you're anti for the mere sake of being contrary" tells me not to like so-and-so. either way, someone is trying to tell me what to think. so why not just decide what i actually do like or dislike, rather than just saying "well i can't conform to what 'the man' wants me to do, so i better do the opposite." at the end of the day, who the crap cares? if you like it, like it. if you don't, don't. but don't let your decisions be based on the logic of "everyone else is doing it, so i should too," or "everyone else is doing it, so i should do the opposite." if that miley cyrus song makes me want to move my hips like yeah, i'm going to freakin' move my hips like yeah. i'm not going to refuse to listen to the song because it's on the Top 100 and i'm "so above that mass-produced drivel." whether you dedicate your life to fighting or following the oh-so-nebulous "man," the sad fact of the matter is this: your life revolves around him.

i think what i'm trying to say here is that sometimes, the whole struggle between conformism/nonconformism is a joke. being contrary for the sake of being contrary doesn't make you an independent thinker--you are just as much of a slave to the masses as everyone else, because your opinions depend on that mass for something to oppose. i think it's the constant need to feel unique or special that gives rise to this myth of nonconformism. i dunno. here's my take on it--if you can wake up and go to bed feeling happy and comfortable with who you are, regardless of how many people like or dislike the things that you do, regardless of how many people do or do not do the same things that you do, or think the way you think, you're good. i daresay that being "unique" is highly overrated, while owning who you actually are is woefully undervalued.

i'm hungry.