week 5A- the ideal mate.

My ideal mate would have shaggy brown hair and glasses. He would be slightly taller then me. He would be amazing at playing guitar and able to make me laugh even when I'm at my worst of times. He would be skinny but still muscular...the perfect body type. He would look amazing no matter what he wore and he would always smell good. He would make me weak in the knees just by looking at me. He would constantly remind me of how much he loves me. Our first kiss would be in my car in Jesse Reiner's driveway and his name would be Bryan Kirk. < 3

week 4A looking forward.

Since im doing this blog late, the one thing that i am looking forward to the most right now is my upcoming graduation from Olympia high school. I have three days left and then i am completely done. It honestly doesn't feel like it has been three years and im sure ill miss seeing my friends but i think its time to go out into the world and grow up. Another thing i am excited for coming up is the senior trip to six flags, which is only four days away! Like i said in my "top ten" blog, im a bit of an adrenaline junkie so i looovvveee roller coasters. I can't wait to go to six flags and ride every single one! I see it as my last chance to be a kid before i have to grow up.

week 3A snopes.

So i honestly didn't watch the Blair witch project until last year. (I'm pretty sure it came out in 2000) but for those of you that don't know about it, the movie supposedly is footage that was found after four friends went missing in the woods. The footage is low budget filming that follows them through a bunch of creepy events that happen to them and at the end of the movie you hear a loud scream and it cuts to a black screen, making you think they were all killed. Their camping trip was a hike to visit a so called witch on this mountain. When i watched the movie, it scared the crud out of me. I have never been more terrified of a movie in my entire life. But then, of course, i found out that the movie was fake and the "actors" were all very much alive. I watched it once more after I figured that out and it just seemed stupid.

week 2A topten.

This is a list of the top ten things i want to do before i die....sort of a shortened version of my bucket list.

1. Go to Australia.

My original reason was to meet the crocodile hunter but now that he is gone (R.I.P.) i want to go visit his grave.

2. Get married.

nobody wants to die alone right? its a pretty typical think to want.

3. Ride in a monster truck.

I don't even have to be driving it, i just want to be in it when it does something cool like jump some cars or something.

4. Make an impact on someones life in a good way.

i want to, at some point in my life, do something so amazing or nice for someone that will change their life for the better and all because of something that i did for them.

5. go skydiving

im a bit of an adrenaline junkie and its something i've never done.

6. Go to Hawaii.

It is just so freaking pretty!

7. have a kid...or kids.

babies! babies! babies!

8. fly a plane.

first ill have to get my pilot license but i felt like this was more of my overall goal.

9. stop drinking Pepsi.

for those of you that actually know me...you probably know that this isn't going to happen.

10. spend the rest of my life with Bryan Kirk<3

((refer to number 2))

week #4 - habitual actions.

I don't really have and "odd" or "unusual" habits. I suppose the only habit I have is that I cant sleep in a room if I can see in a mirror. I have two mirrors in my room and every night I have to put them on the floor so I can't see in them. If I'm at someone else's house and they have mirrors I have to sleep facing the opposite direction. I suppose it's sort of a fear thing; I feel like I'm going to look in one of them in the middle of the night and see something that isn't supposed to be there...or someone. It's only at night though. During the day I can look in mirrors and see them out of the corner of my eye and not be worried about seeing anything but when nighttime comes I can't do it at all.

week #1- Dear babycakes,

Dear Babycakes,
I have brought you into this world and I couldn't be happier. Although you are completely perfect in my eyes, this cruel world sees only what it wants. Don't let opinions of others ever change the wonderful person that you are today. Throughout my years of life, I admit, I have been influenced by the opinions and peer pressure of others. These same decisions are the ones i regret the most. I know that people say, "Just be yourself" all the time, and it sounds cheesy and meaningless, but its not. My advice to you is to do exactly that. Be yourself. Because the people in your life that like you for who you really are, are the people you have the most fun with, and when it comes time for you to grow up and find the love of your life, you want them to love you for who you are, not who your so-called friends have made you. I don't have any expectations from you. I want you to do what makes you happy and be with the people that put a smile on your face. You aren't expected to bring home large paychecks or support me and your father when we are old. All i expect is you to be you and not to let anyone change that. You will make mistakes, i understand that, i made them as well. But you learn from them. You couldn't let me down if your tried.

Sincerely,
Mom.

week 8- regretting my decision.

Most of my important decisions i am forced to make throughout my life are well thought out to the point where i am satisfied with my overall decision and show no regret. However, there are a few choices i have made that i look back on now and think, "man, how could i have been so stupid?" One of my worst decision would have to be the one i made in early November 2009. I worked at subway and had a steady income and an easy job. I didn't work too many hours so i had time to hang out with my friends too. But for some reason, i felt like that wasn't enough; when i wasn't given more hours, i chose to quit my job and seek employment from an establishment that would give me the hours. To my dismay, i was not as successful as i originally intended. I was unaware as to just how bad the economy was at this point in time and i didn't expect finding a job to be this hard. It is currently March 2010 and i still don't have a job. For someone like me, who has been employed and making a steady income for the past four and a half years straight, suddenly not having that income is pure torture. I hate having to rely on my parents and my winnings from lottery tickets (even though i have been quite lucky lately). Quitting that job is currently my biggest regret.

week #7- smells and whatnot.

My favorite smell in the entire world only comes around once a year. Right outside my bedroom window there is a huge lilac bush and once a year, right around May and June, at the first signs of spring, it blooms. When the flowers are completely blossomed you can smell the flowers from a block away. Although they are tiny and not exactly the most beautiful in the world, they are still my favorite flower as well as my favorite scent. Every year, as soon as i catch the faint scent of lilacs, i pick as many as i can and fill a vase full of them for every room in my house so my entire house has the amazing scent lingering around it. Perfumes, candles, and air fresheners try to imitate the smell, but none seem to capture it perfectly. So now, every time i smell the "real" smell of lilacs, it reminds me of springtime. :)

week #6- You're So Vain =P

I hate Danielle with a passion. She's self-centered and slutty. Although we used to be best friends there are certain circumstances that are ending our friendship because she doesn't think about anything or anyone but herself. Shes always cranky and when our friendship is crumbling to an imminent end she seems like she couldn't care less what is happening. She overreacts to the littlest things and could care less about other people's "drama". She's not easily pissed off but when you make her angry she will go off on you. I thought that she was going to punch me in the face one time just because i opened her Pepsi at lunch and took the first drink out of it. Ever since 2010 started she has only been focused on like two things and our friendship is not one of them. We see each other on occasion but there is always tension and hostility between us. Plus shes so awesome that her awesomeness makes me feel less awesome whenever I'm around her.

week #5- Beloved Toy

When i was five years old my mom took me to an antique mall, i fell in love with this basketball sized frog stuffed animal and decided that i had to have it. Seeing my immediate fixation to the dingy frog, my mom bought it for me. As the days of my childhood turned to weeks i wouldnt go anywhere without it. His name was Captian Hopps and no matter where i went, he was in my hand. Seeing as the frog was an antique when we bought it, and my young self also put it through torture, Captian Hopps slowly began to fall apart. I think that he was handmade because all he consisted of was two frog-shaped pieces of cloth sewn together, filled with bean, and googly eyes but by the time i was seven, he also consisted of several of what i called "scars" where the cloth had thinned out so much that he started leaking beans and had to be sewn up. I remember the day i decided that he would be better left inside on my bed all day then out having adventures with me, my mom was at the kitchen table sewing up the newly formed hole on his belly and she told me that Captain Hopps was getting old and if i wasnt careful with him he would eventually fall apart to the point where he could not be fixed. Even though i secretly dispised the idea, i went and put him on my bed and continued to play outside.

week #3- Fear

As a young child there were several things that scared me. The dark, monsters, spiders, jurrasic park, etc. But, out of all of these things that frightened me, they will never compare to the one thing that scares me the most. To this day I am still scared of scorpions. It started when i was little and went to Arizona to visit my Aunt and Uncle. Scorpions are everywhere there. Every time i even thought i saw one out of the corner of my eye I would scream and cry. I cant even look at pictures of scorpions without being scared. I dont know what exactly it is about them that scares me so much but I cant figure out how any one can actually like them or want one as a pet. They arent cute, or soft, they dont do tricks, they dont make any cute noises, and if you make them mad....they can stab you with their nasty little butt tail pokey thing. This doesnt sound like my idea of a "good pet" at all.

week #2- ihatemyjob.

I spent a year of my life working at a place that i won't even eat at. Not because the food is gross, but because the place in general is. If you have ever been to Gil's Country inn in Mackinaw then you probably know what i am talking about. When i started working there when i was fifteen and was immediately disgusted by the lack of sanitation and the overall essence of the place. I never understood how people could eat there, then i realized that the only reason they do is because they haven't seen the kitchen. There is no hand washing, no sanitation, no gloves, and they went by a rule they referred to as the "ten second rule." I dreaded going to work every day and had to repeatedly remind myself that I only planned on being there for a year. Once my one year mark came along i decided to stay a week or two extra to make some bank. However, on the day of my one year, one of the managers yelled at me for picking out "the good crayons" to give to a little girl so i decided to write my two weeks notice in purple crayon with smiley faces all over it. Needless to say, that was my last day there and I've never been back.