I'm an idiot

Well, I take THAT back! And I'm not talking about the title. Next time, I'm keeping my mouth shut.

Jazz, you're about to get a new brother or sister. Might as well start the collection now...

I am such a freaking idiot.

Day Eight: Three Things

Person #1: I'm pretty sure I could fall in love with you. And I'd like for that to happen. Distance or not. If you'd like to give me a chance, I'd greatly appreciate it. I know I'm not the thinnest, prettiest girl in the world, but I'm working on the thin part, and I'd like to think I'm a nice person. Most of the time. And some people find me funny. And I like to sing. I'll sing to you. Anytime you want. I also love your voice. Melt my heart. But yeah. These are things I'll probably never say because I don't want to go through the rejection process.

Person #2: To be honest, I actually don't like you at all. I tolerate you.

Person #3: You definitely hurt my feelings the other night. Also, you're welcome.

I feel oddly exposed...I'm going to bed.

Day Seven: Literacy

Yes, I read. I read as often as I can. Which hasn't been much lately because of school and work. It really sucks. There are a lot of books I want to read so badly. Maybe this summer.

Favorites: Harry Potter, LOTR, The Summer King, etc, etc.

Blah Blah Blah.

Boring post.

Day Five & Six

Alright, so, I left my house at 9:30 yesterday morning and didn't get in until after 12am. I just don't love all five and a half of my readers enough to write at 1am. Though I'm sure it would have been pretty entertaining.

I do love you, btw. All 3.645 of you.

Anyway, five places to visit... I have a feeling this blog isn't going to be very witty on my part. Pretty straight to the point.

1. Scotland: The Motherland. First of all, I'd like to discuss the fact that Scotland isn't technically listed as a country on maps. Have you noticed that? I mean, some nerve. So we have our token Scottish Soccer Hooligans, but that doesn't mean you have to take away our (...their) right as a country. Was it Mel Gibson that ruined it for you? As he has pretty much ruined his life?

Alright. I'll give you that. It's Mel Gibson's fault.

There's no place I'd rather go, other than my No. 2 option, than to Scotland to backpack around with my camera and a friend. And to eat breakfast with Sean Connery. Why, yes...I DO know where he has breakfast.

2. Ireland. See above.

3. New Zealand. Oh my Lord. If there's anything I've learned from Lord of the Rings, it's that New Zealand is truly a magical place.

4. Russia. Mainly just because I want to wander the streets of St. Petersburg and sing "Once Upon a December."

5. Germany. Again. Just because it's breathtaking.

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DAY 6

Musician that inspires me? I think that's what 6 says.

Um. Right now it's got to be Adele. She's just amazing. I really don't have anything to add to this in depth. Music in general inspires me. I find it impossible to narrow it down to one band/ musician.

My apologies for a not-so-exciting blog.

And let me just say... I am so very proud of my Children of Eden.

Day Four: Blog Name

Alright, so, originally my blog name was Green Is For Boogers. When I started the blog, I couldn't think of a name off the top of my head, so I remembered a conversation I pretty much had with myself a couple of days before.

Me: Amy...You know when you say that green is your favorite color?

Me: Yeah...

Me: Are really sure about that?

Me: Why wouldn't I be?

Me: Why do you always make things blue? WHY is it that your default, go-to color is aways blue?

Me: O_O Um. It's...nice?

Me: WHY NOT GREEN, HMM?!

Me: I don't know! D: I don't think I really like green all that much!

Me: You've been LYING to me!!

Me: Green is nice! I like it, too! But BLUE! HAVE YOU SEEN IT??!? Cerulean?! HELLO!!

Me: What is green to you, then, huh?? What does green mean to you?!

Me: GREEN IS FOR BOOGERS!!!!

O_O

It is. It's nice and all. But they're the colors of the bats in your cave. But it's also THE color of Ireland. But Blue is for SCOTLAND!

And then, I thought...Red. I'm a redhead. Redheads are freaking amazing. Gingers, come one, come ALL! To GINGERS ANONYMOUS! YESSSSSSS! Gingers Anonymoussssssss!!!

It kind of just came to me. Reminds me of a favorite quote of mine that I stand by...

"It takes balls, passion, and intelligence to love a redhead."

I'm sorry if you find that explicit. But thou shalt not tell lies. 

P.S. Emily Guy is one of my favorite redheads!

P.S.S. SARAH IS COMING TO VISIT MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHH!!!! :D

Day Three: Write About Your Day in Great Detail

Alright. This has the potential to be very long. Or it could be fairly short. It depends on how much I actually remember.

I woke up this morning at around... 9:45, thanks to my bladder. And decided not to go back to sleep. I felt like I needed to be productive, which meant eating breakfast, watching T.V., and playing Bejeweled. However, being on Weight Watchers, I decided not to have breakfast. So, I walked into the living room, said good morning to Aubrey who was on her computer, and sat down in the arm chair and played Bejeweled. Then I got the [not so] brilliant idea to curl my hair. I had watched a YouTube video the previous night about how to do a 1940s hairstyle. Carly has to be the inventor of chocolate chips next Wednesday for her class, so I thought if I had time, I'd play around with her hair. So, that's what led me to the decision to do my own hair. Bad idea.

(I don't know who this is).

FIRST of all, I have way too much hair. What I was thinking, I DON'T KNOW. I started with the bottom with a curling iron. Am I stupid? It takes other people 2 hours to curl my hair, why on EARTH did I think I was going to do it any faster? Plus, when I do my own hair, I somehow lose my powers of hand-eye coordination. That curling iron sucked it right out of me, because it knew it had the upper hand. It was hotter than Hell, and it was going to make me go all stupid so that I burned myself. And it succeeded.

I haz a burn on mah finga. D:

Then I got Liz-a-beth's rollers. And that was an even bigger mess. Not only did that not work, but my head was a semi-curly, semi-scraggly frizz ball. So much for practice...

Then, I decided it was lunch time before I went to school. I had a Healthy Choice pasta thing that didn't fill me up, but it was 8 points. What's that about? I then went to Biology. Listened to Adele 21 as I made my way to class. And as embarrassing as this is to admit, I make myself sit all the way at the top of the lecture hall, in the back row, because I JUST fit in those seats. =/ I can't even use the little desks. Which is why I took this fat lard of a self to the rec.

Ah, the Rec. We meet again. I find this place intimidating as it is. And the fact that the elliptical in the very center of the room called me over didn't help my cause. When you're my size, starting out on the elliptical is probably not the best thing in the world. Not two minutes into the workout, I was all ready to collapse. However, I stuck through it for at least a mile, because I knew all those skinny b-tards would laugh in my face if I got off after two minutes. That thought made me angry. So, against my body's will, I surged though. 1 mile. And then I left without regret. Until I got to the stairs and my calf muscles decided that they would protest. I felt like a Barbie doll, you know, the way their feet remain in the pointing position? It wasn't even that it was painful...they just didn't want to work! So I had to walk down the stairs painfully slow to ensure that I didn't go flopping down the steps like fish out of water.

Tomorrow... I shall ride the bike. -nod- Then maybe, MAYBE, the elliptical once more on Saturday. Maybe.

I made it home alive and took a shower, blah, blah, blah, and ate dinner. A SmartOne. Then it was working time. I got to work a whole two hours at the pharmacy today. Had a great conversation with a kid who is probably in college, but I wonder...

Kid: Yeah, I'd like to pick up for _________.

Me: Alright. That'll be $120.

Kid: How can that be? One of those is a refill.

Me: -_-

Refills in the pharmacy are NOT like refills at Taco Bell, Moron. They're NOT FREE.

My brain is starting to hate me right now. So let's sum this up:

Went to store, got groceries, went home, have a headache, and eating broccoli. NOM.

FINIS!

My Thither.

Seeing as how my next "assignment" is for me to talk about my day in great detail, I should probably wait until tonight to make that post. So this isn't exactly my official post for the day. But it's still important.

I'm dedicating this blog to my big thither (as in "sister" with a lisp).

She's pretty much an angel. A gorgeous angel sent to me by God. I firmly believe that. She is one of the most patient, gentle, kind people I know. And she is truly a servant to God and others.

OMGah, does she make me laugh. My most epic, old-man-wheezing laughing fits have been with this redhead. Homegirl can SANG, too! In fact, she's on her way this weekend to audition, and she's going to be AMAZING. She's the best person in the world to sing in the car with. Especially musical theatre. We harmonize. We take our own parts. We rock it, we roll it. We put on Broadway shows in the small space of our cars. And it's EPIC.

I look up to her. She's beautiful in every single way you could possibly define the word.

URBAN DICTIONARY, help me out, please!! : D

1. Kate : A girl's name for the coolest person you will ever meet.

2. Kate: gorgeous, lovely, just generally amazing

3. Kate: A girl's name. Most girls named Kate are gorgeous, clever, friendly, lovely, generous, kind, have a good sense of humour, are quite spontaneous


Yep, pretty much!


Good luck this weekend, my friend. Know that you are missed ALWAYS and loved EVEN LONGER. :)