Life: As Told by Me.

I mean I’m sure she’s a nice girl…

Mon, 19 Mar 2012 00:43:50 -0400

Going in a Different Direction

Tue, 27 Sep 2011 12:37:45 -0400

So I’ve decided to go in a different direction with this blog. I have no idea what I want to do with it, however, I do know that I want to have more regular posts. Next post: TBA

ancientbruises: kateordie: unmouton: halfrememberedream: This...

Tue, 21 Jun 2011 13:26:41 -0400

ancientbruises:

kateordie:

unmouton:

halfrememberedream:

This is my life.

I wish that I had the balls to pull off things like this.

You’re goddamn right.

the amount of times i’ve actually discussed doing this is kind of scary.

YESSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay! This is really funny! I had to reblog this!!

Tue, 31 May 2011 10:54:27 -0400

Okay! This is really funny! I had to reblog this!!

I'm SOO Happy Your Grandma Died.. Oh. Wait. Too Soon?

Mon, 02 May 2011 12:43:54 -0400

I’ve decided to name this title, “I’m Soo Happy your Grandpa Died….”, because it puts this whole post in perspective. I really don’t have time to make this post, but i’m going to anyway, because it needs to be said. As you know, or maybe you don’t, Osama Bin Ladin is dead. We killed him. I am angry for few reasons.

1. Him being dead means that he got the easy way out. Now he can’t be held accountable for his terrorist actions. Killing him before trying him for his crimes against Humanity is about more than slapping a sentence on him and I’m sure that his sentence would be death, nonetheless, the trial would hold him accountable for his actions. Killing him off the bat does not hold him accountable because he’s not brought in front of a tribunal of peers that tells him that his actions were unacceptable. This whole thing is about the process. The process is about the victims, and justice for his victims. In his eyes he has done nothing wrong, and he wasn’t hiding out of shame, he was hiding because he knew people were out to get him. In his eyes, he died fighting for Allah, which makes him victorious. However, if he were brought to trial, his peers would have told him that his actions were awful and he would died from a sentence that he deserves. He deserved to die, but his death shouldn’t be celebrated.

2. It is cruel and insensitive to be “glad someone died”, even if they were an evil person. Evil people don’t think their evil. He was defending his beliefs. That doesn’t make his actions less evil, or more right, but it doesn’t mean we should go around celebrating his death. Okay, an evil man died. By celebrating it, he wins. I’m not saying that we have to mourn his death. I’m just saying that he was a person too, with family and yes, even friends. We wouldn’t tell one of our friends, “Hey, I’m so happy your grandma died.” He is someone’s father or brother, or husband. It’s not enough that we killed him, we have to really rub it in to his families face? That’s like a serial killer calling up one of his victim’s parents and saying, “Hey, I’m glad I killed your kid.” That is just insensitive and cruel.

I’m not saying that I’m not relieved that he’s dead. He can no longer terrorize people or nations. However, let’s put this thing in perspective. He wasn’t held accountable for his crimes, and he’s a person just like you and me. Take a moment to let that soak in.

[ cloud overview | get your own cloud ]This is a Tumblr Cloud I...

Thu, 28 Apr 2011 00:15:53 -0400

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This is a Tumblr Cloud I generated from my blog posts between Jan 2011 and Apr 2011 containing my top 20 used words.

Top 3 blogs I reblogged the most:

agile-: (by Arefeh N) I want this bookshelf. This is soo...

Wed, 20 Apr 2011 22:32:24 -0400

agile-:

(by Arefeh N)

I want this bookshelf. This is soo awesome!

Thank you for following me as well :) so love your blog

Sun, 17 Apr 2011 21:04:43 -0400

Thanks. =)

WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

Sat, 16 Apr 2011 22:56:00 -0400

I would like to visit Italy. I feel like it has so much history and so much to see. Also, I wouldn’t mind meeting a sexy Italian guy named Luigi or something and having a good time. =)

25: The Year of Changing Habits

Fri, 15 Apr 2011 04:44:25 -0400

Last week, I turned twenty-five. While this didn’t come as a shock to me, the state of my life did. Now, I’m not saying that my life is terrible, I’m just saying that’s it’s not what I thought my life would be, at twenty-five. As a little girl, I would lie awake at night feverishly calculating every minute of my adult life. By the age of ten, I thought I had a perfect plan. I would graduate high school by age eighteen, have my bachelor’s degree by twenty-two, be married by twenty-three and have kids by twenty-five. Looking at the downward slope to twenty-six, I have only achieved one of those goals. I did graduate high school at eighteen. I am twenty-five and still working on my bachelor’s degree, I’m not in a relationship, and I don’t have kids. Though, I have the body of a woman that has popped out three kids. That’s right. I am five-foot eleven and I weigh 264 pounds, when I stand on the scale naked, after I first wake up and have taken my morning poo. Yeah. I said poo. Shut up. So, all I have to show for my childhood life management is a fat ass and a high school diploma. Okay, I have an associate’s degree, too. My point is that I’m not living the life I’d imagined. Even though I’m not living my dream life, I’m still living well. But I can’t continue living my life with this weight. Starting today, starting right now, I am changing. I’m on a mission to get my life back on track. I have a new outlook on love, life and my weight. What? Do you think I’m going to stop here? No! I’m going to continue to embarrass myself and explain each one of them.

Gandhi once said, “Nobody can hurt me without my permission.” That is my new outlook on love. I am exhausted by the ritual of dating and every emotion that goes along with it. I’m tired of meeting a new guy and getting my hopes up, thinking that maybe he’ll think I’m worth loving. Guys don’t understand the wreckage that they cause when they sleep with a girl and never call her again. Guys don’t understand how awful it feels to be seen as a means to an end. They romance you, and make you feel so good, like you are the only girl in the world that could possibly make their hearts beat faster, then you have sex with them and they no longer see you again, and if you do hang out again, they no longer look you in the eyes. If they do understand, they just don’t care. From now on, no man can hurt me, and no man can use me, because they don’t have my fucking permission. When I meet a guy, I will no longer get my hopes hope, or have any expectations. That’s right, I am jaded and cynical about love and I’m okay with that.

Leading up to my twenty-fifth birthday, I made a decision. It came on by accident, really. My friends and I decided to make crazy flavored cupcakes. I’m talking about, Bacon cupcakes, salsa cupcakes, Irish car bomb cupcakes. That experience made me realize that I needed to try new things. My new mission in life is to try something new every day. I doesn’t have to be food related. It can be something as small as taking a new route to work or wearing a piece of clothing that you normally wouldn’t wear. Not only does this small thing relieve the monotony is your daily life; it also expands your horizons. It makes your world feel a little bit bigger and a little less mundane. Today I went outside of my comfort zone and joined Weight Watchers. Today is only day one, but I feel like it’s the start of something good.

Today, I weighed in at a whopping 264 pounds. It’s the heaviest I have ever been. For the longest time, I saw the scale as this great white shark and the numbers were the teeth that would certainly tear my confidence to pieces. I took a deep breath, faced my fears and stepped on the scale. Three hyphens blinked across the screen until my truth slapped me in the face. 264 pounds. 264 pounds of fast food, poor lifestyle choices and over-indulgences, gave me 104 reasons to change my diet and my laziness. I took a proactive step in changing my life; I joined the new Weight Watchers. This isn’t an advertisement for some diet plan. I’m real. I will not weigh 264 lbs. when I turn 26, one year from now. For so long, I felt like my weight was a way of rebelling against the media. It was my unique way of telling them, big can be beautiful. However, there are more important things than “sticking it to the man”, my health is more important. I want to make the ten year old version of me, proud.

I’m not trying to get married, have kids, have a bachelor’s degree and lose 104 lbs. by the time I turn twenty-six. I just want to be on a firm path to some of those things. I want to be that driven girl, my ten year old self knew existed within me. So, I’m inviting you all (my one follow so far) to follow me in my journey to making my twenty-fifth year a productive one. I want you all to join me in celebrating my successes and hold me accountable to my failures. My next post will have my before pictures. As I make my weight loss milestones, I will post more pictures. I am on a mission to make myself the best me possible.

Damn right!

Thu, 14 Apr 2011 01:26:08 -0400

Damn right!

Tom Ford's five easy lessons in how to be a gentleman »

Thu, 31 Mar 2011 18:32:27 -0400

Tom Ford's five easy lessons in how to be a gentleman »:

coketalk:

1. You should put on the best version of yourself when you go out in the world because that is a show of respect to the other people around you.

2. A gentleman today has to work. People who do not work are so boring and are usually bored. You have to be passionate, you have to be engaged and you have to be contributing to the world.

3. Manners are very important and actually knowing when things are appropriate. I always open doors for women, I carry their coat, I make sure that they’re walking on the inside of the street. Stand up when people arrive at and leave the dinner table.

4. Don’t be pretentious or racist or sexist or judge people by their background.

5. A man should never wear shorts in the city. Flip-flops and shorts in the city are never appropriate. Shorts should only be worn on the tennis court or on the beach.

Listen up, fellas. Tom Ford is giving away pure gold here. There’s nothing better than a gentleman. Number three is important. Mind you, it’s not about chivalry. It’s not about courtship and gender roles. Tom Ford is heartbreakingly gay. He’s not trying to fuck me, but he still knows how to treat me. He still has manners. It’s a distinction that I appreciate. Fuck chivalry. Be a gentleman.

Seriously, this is so true.

The AP Stylebook finally changed “e-mail” to “email.”

Fri, 18 Mar 2011 23:44:10 -0400

The AP Stylebook finally changed “e-mail” to “email.”:

coketalk:

In related news, Bill Clinton is no longer the president.

Dear Coke Talk: On profanity.

Wed, 16 Mar 2011 15:55:14 -0400

Dear Coke Talk: On profanity.:

dearcoketalk:

I find it amusing that you contradict your intelligent outlook on life by using stupid swear words all the time - especially when you’ve said in the past “I’m perfectly capable of expressing my emotional state with actual words.” - which really is the height of unintelligence, particularly when…

shelbyengland: This brought a smile to my...

Wed, 02 Mar 2011 00:08:44 -0500

shelbyengland:

This brought a smile to my face.

BATMANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!

WTF?!

Thu, 24 Feb 2011 21:25:07 -0500

OMG! Dudeface and his sister need serious counseling. That shit is not healthy. Oh and FYI her grades are slippin because she was too busy bangin folks!

shelbyengland:

What the hell?! This actually happens!?!?!