Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Dry January went well

And by "went well," I mean I caved 21 days in and drank a margarita and I regret nothing and everything at the same time. Happy 2016.

21 days
504 hours
30240 minutes
1814400 seconds

Let's give you some context. Dry January is a thing that literally no one has ever heard of because apparently only British people and leprechauns and former Canadian Bachelorettes take part in it. Think No Shave November but instead No Drunken PMS January.

Friday, January 22, 2016

Fangirl Moments Told By Others

Hi. Hello there. Welcome. If you remember this post, then you know fangirls exist but to really prove it to my dedicated readers, I thought I would ask some GiRlFrIeNdS their most embarrassing fangirl moment. They don't disappoint.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Everything has changed, famous men are now dating their fangirls



And by real, I mean some celebrity boy is now dating his longtime fangirl and preteen PMS is freaking tf out.

Why? Why???????? Are you seriously asking why????? Is anyone even reading this blog. Am I blogging to myself. Can someone hold me.

His name is Jake T. Austin and I have no idea who he is, but my roommate is very confident he was on Wizards of Waverly Place because she used to watch that show, but then she had the actual nerve to tell me she's never seen any High School Musical film because she's too good for them and I have to live with this monster. I can barely focus but I'm choosing to blog on. Thank u.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

My movie descriptions based on little to no knowledge of the movie

I hate movies.

I hate sitting for more than 90 minutes and with that said, I just finished the entire sixth season of Teen Mom 2 in one weekend, but like whatever.

me 2 hot neighbor

Because I hate movies, I rarely go and when friends suggest I sit down for one, I fake an anxiety attack and leave.


I'm going to give you my idea on what some movies are about based on little to no knowledge. Here we go.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

Who is Zendaya: An investigation

It was a typical Sunday night. I was minding my own business, scrolling Twitter, looking at all the Golden Globe tweets, when ALL OF A SUDDEN EFFING ZENDAYA SHOWS UP ON MY TIMELINE.

she looks terrific but like who are you.

calming down. someone tell me to breathe.

Friday, January 8, 2016

I went to Fort Worth yesterday

I drove to actual Fort Worth for a freelance assignment last night. And I'm not about to compare my work as a freelance journalist traveling to Fort Worth on assignment to war journalists traveling to Iraq to put their life on the line, but like, it wasn't easy. And I get it now. I'm a war veteran.

So I drive to Fort Worth after work in 6 o'clock traffic, using Apple Maps, with 36 percent charge on my cracked iPhone and I'm not saying I'm a hero, but like I'll let you say it.

I arrive in downtown Fort Worth and it's downtown, so there's no parking. I haven't had an anxiety attack yet, which is freaking me out. I'm like ok I just spent an hour in the car and no attack, what's the matter with me, am I even alive right now. Am I a ghost version of myself. Can anyone even see me.

So I find a place to park and I ask the woman in the parking booth where the jazz club is that I'm going to and what do you know, she doesn't have a clue and she actually was just released from being kidnapped for 45 years because I'm not positive she knows where she even is. She tells me the address, like I don't already know and tells me to walk down the street until I find it.


Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Everyone should be more self-aware

I'm obsessed with people being self-aware. Obsessed. It's my thing. It's the only thing I care about in this world.

Story time. There is this girl that my friends and I love to look at via social media. She is pretty and wears cool clothes and has a blog and honestly, she is a little bit tragic. When the time came to finally meet her, I was so excited because I knew I was going to hate her. FINALLY, I THOUGHT. I will have a reason to hate this girl.

And then she opens her mouth and says, "I know I'm a hot mess."


Being self-aware is the only trait I care about in people. Go ahead and be an asshole but know that you're an asshole. Be insane but don't try to pass it as passionate.

You don't think Taylor Swift knows that people think she's the dorkiest human being in history? You don't think Jennifer Lawrence knows that she's kind of an idiot? You don't think Kim Kardashian knows that people really only want to look at her giant ass and make fun of her?

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Welcome to 2007, I'm wearing Uggs

Call me a fashion guru if you will, but I am always on my game when it comes to what styles are going to be in for the upcoming season.

And by that, I mean I asked for willingly and received Ugg boots for Christmas 2015 because I'm a late bloomer or something.

Let's take it back for a second. I legitimately owned a pair of chocolate brown Uggs my senior year of high school. They were great to wear on my way to drill team practice when it was cold (I'm blogging about drill team, everyone remain calm) before changing into dance shoes.