About This Blog.

I'm the kind of girl who bakes when she's upset. I get weak in the knees for a man in a sultry dinner jacket. I'm obsessed with menswear. I love art. I love photography. I love style. I can't tell you one designer from another, but I can tell you what I like when I see it. I'm a music whore. I like far too many songs, and far too many bands. (Feel free to give me new artists to obsess over) I dream of extensive travels. I'm about 70% ambition and 30% sarcasm. I like to think I'm a New Yorker that was born on the wrong coast, but I am such a California girl. I have a deep appreciation for anything tall, dark, and handsome. I love old movies more than is healthy, and I like to document my heart's desires. That's basically what this blog is. You never know where life will take you, but it sure is an adventure.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Things I loathe.

I'm not in a hateful mood here folks, I just have a thing for lists.

In no particular order:

APPLICATIONS.
I hate them. I hate sitting there, trying to remember details about my schooling, housing, or banking information. JUST ACCEPT ME. And stop charging so much for applications. Really? $25? $55? And no refunds? I am a college student, I don't have $55 to spend on what is basically a glorified email. You're charging me that for what? It costs you nothing to open an email, you cheap jerks. Rawr. I just don't like filling in the blank for 12+ pages. No. I have things to do.


GOSSIP.
I have better things to do with my life than hear who's doing what, or who, or when or why they're doing whatever they be doin. I especially don't appreciate being dragged into it.

Classic lines of: "Oh my gosh! Have you heard blah blah blah?!" No, no I haven't. I didn't want to know, and now I do. Yay.

"Ok, so I'm not supposed to know this, so don't tell anybody." Then why am I supposed to know it now??

"Word on the street is..." Why do you know this? How do you know this? Why must I know this?

Oh, and one of my favorites. "I'm not supposed to tell you this, but here it is. And don't tell anybody else, not even your mom." Ok, no. Just no. You obviously are breaking your own rule here. I literally did not ask for this information, so stop volunteering it. And don't turn around and tell me not to tell anybody. I trust my mom with my life, which is FAR AND BEYOND more than I can say for you.

I try to live my life as honestly as possible, I do. But I also don't like confrontation or hurting people. I'm an avoider like no other. So, if I have a problem with you, I will take a step back from the situation, figure out how I'm feeling, how I want to deal with it, and I'll get back to you. THAT IS HOW I DEAL. I have no scruples admitting it's probably not the perfect way to handle things, but if I don't step back, it will turn into a big bloody mess.


FIGHTS.
Like I said, I'm not a fan of conflict. I see no reason for people to start screaming at each other, to say hateful, hurtful things to purposely wound each other, and I really don't see a reason to bring fists or household items into the tiff. Sometimes, yes, people get upset for good reasons, but take a breath, back up, and don't start screaming and get the other person all defensive and retaliational and such. Just chill the eff out, people. CHIIILLLL.


MOOCHES.
It's as simple as this, don't use people for stuff. I myself am guilty of having done this before, but I do not make a habit of it. Don't bum rides, food, shelter, clothes, money, or anything else off of people! Get off your tuches and get it yourself! People seem to think they can get things from me, and often they've been correct. But I learn quick, I tell ya. I'm much more willing to try to help someone who does for themselves, and doesn't expect me to take care of them.


YOUTUBE.
"This video is not available in your country."
Really, Youtube? I don't live in Narnia. How is this a problem?? (Really, this is basically my only problem with Youtube.)


WOMEN. (Sometimes)
I'm often ashamed of how we as a gender handle ourselves. I saw something awhile ago that made so much sense. "Men will be friends until they find a reason to hate each other. Women will hate each other until they find a reason to be friends." I'm not condoning violence, but some tricks need to be smacked once or twice, or even simply told "No" for once in their lives. Sometimes I wish women were more like men, in that you get into a fight at school, throw some punches, and you become best friends. Too often women get so caught up in judging each other and back biting and just general cruelty to each other, that we forget that we're really all we have. We are a sisterhood of humanity. We keep the world going. We comfort. We heal. We teach. We love. We literally bring new life into this world. We experience loss. We experience horrible things. We are capable of being strong AND tender. We are capable of so much, but we get lost in the vicious, gossipy, shallow, and fleeting turbulence of society. Don't forget your worth. Don't succumb to the oily, disgusting slime of bashing other women. It doesn't make you prettier, smarter, better, or more likeable than anyone. It really only brings back a reputation of someone who you can't trust, who never says anything nice, and someone you don't want to be friends with. BE KIND. Don't just be nice. Kindness goes deeper, and takes more effort. So put the effort into caring about people outside yourself and your circle.


SNOW.
I don't care, I hate snow. It's cold, it's wet, it's slippery, and I don't need help falling on my face.


WAITING.
I'm just not a patient person most of the time. Waiting kills me.


PLAYERS.
I don't mind guys that are flirty, I don't. But I do mind boys that flirt when they shouldn't and lead my friends on. I feel the need to cut these boys. Just sayin.


LOVE SONGS.
Maybe it's a stupid thing to hate love songs, but hey, a lot of times I do. It's more of a love/hate thing. Heaven knows, when I get married, I'm going to have a ridiculously long list of love songs that apply to the hubs and myself. But I digress.


GOODBYES.
I think I hate goodbyes more than anything in the world. I attach very quickly to people, but at this time in my life, I am moving around a bit, and so are all of my friends. Being of the LDS faith, I say goodbye to a lot of my guy friends for two years, while they serve missions in various places. I am going back to school in about a week, and a few guys I know will be leaving before I get back, so saying goodbye to them was not fun. Most of the people in my town, I really didn't hang out with before I went away to school, or even last summer when I came back. This summer and fall, I've had the opportunity to really get to know these people I've "known" for years. So even though we've really only been friends for a short time, I will miss them like no other. FETCH. I hate goodbyes. I really do.


Ok, so this post was pretty random, but some of these things have been on my mind for awhile now, and I just express myself better through written word. As with most of my post, some are serious, others are not, and still others, you have to be me to understand.

I have so many emotions in going back to school, and I'll admit, I am actually a little nervous for this semester. It's my last at the good ol' LDSBC, and it marks the end of...something. The end of something that has kind of defined my life the past two years. The end of a beginning. The end of a chapter. A big chapter, yo. So I am sad to leave my homey wittle school, but I am also stoked to start a new adventure. Goodness gracious, I'm one that's up for adventures. I can't wait to graduate. I'll walk and have my parents see me receive my diploma and do the move-the-hat-thingy-to-the-other-side deal, and shake hands with the President of the school and get my picture taken. So cool!! I'm geeking out already, y'all. Hopefully, I will find a job and earn enough moneys to finance massage school, and big kid university. I have only hope for my future. Hope, and a little nervousness to keep me focused. I love school. I love learning. I love new. I love the unknown.

So fingers crossed for a great new year, new age, and new chapter. I could write a book.

Everybody love everybody,
M.D.


Ok, no but really? Haaaaaate the Kardashians. Their lives are pointless. Don't even get me started on Kim and Kourtney. GAHHHH. Spoiled women, bratty, fake, stupid. I don't know why America is so sucked into them. Stop it, Kardashians. Stoooooppp.

Khloe is kind of ok. Feel free to judge me on that, I can't even understand it myself.

2 comments:

  1. I only met you once on one of my visits to Chico but I wanted to comment that I appreciate your honesty about your communication style. I now understand a bit better why certain situations I've been in have turned into a "bloody mess" and hope to do a little bit better myself in adapting to that communication style now that I understand it. Thanks!

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