Just a heads up

I'm boy crazy. Completely and utterly boy crazy. When people ask me if I'm boy crazy, I always said only a little. Although recently I've decided that I'm more than just a little boy crazy, I'm really boy crazy. What girl isn't though?! I mean, sure.. There's more than a handful of girls out there who are completely indifferent to boys, but I'm just not like that. Granted there's numerous occasions where I'm not all fgkfljlafe when I see a guy.. If I see a cute one though, [insert wolf whistle here] I just can't help myself but to get all giddy and tongue tied. Not really tongue tied, but I do start acting like a school girl or something. So yes. I am boy crazy, and that's probably why I talk about guys soooo much and why I'm constantly checking them out. It's just a little silly because I don't really have anyone to talk about 'em with because most of my friends are guys, and what guys wanna hear a girl talk about how so and so is attractive? That's what I thought, none. :p

Anyways yeah.. That's why I post a lot about guys/dream boys/yada yada yada.

Oh goodness, Kiefer..

Why is this man so freaking sexy? Seriously. He's just so.. Wow. I adore his voice too! If I was one of those kids that got a wish from the make a wish foundation [is that even still around?! I haven't heard anything about them in years], I would wish for him to take me out to a meal & then give me the worlds biggest/best/not awkward at all hug in the world. :] Just saying

To the people of craigslist.. What are you thinking?

Oh man, ha ha. So today is the first time I have ever went on craigslist to just browse.. Generally when I go there I'm searching for one thing or another [whether it be a dog or an aquarium thing], but not today, not tonight. I decided that I was going to look at the personals you know? I don't think I've ever wanted to email so many people so badly just to ask "What are you thinking..?"

Like.. There was this guy in the personals [casual encounters > m4w] who was looking for a girl to talk about incest with. He was like 45 or something ha ha, but I was like "Oh goodness.. Really? Will this not come back to haunt you one day?" ha ha

Then there was another guy who was looking for a text buddy [he was like 19 or 20] and he was all cute looking, but I'm sitting there thinking "So you're giving out your number after all those murders that happened because people were so willing to trust whoever from craigslist..?" Call me paranoid buuuuut...


Anyways.. Yeah. I thought it was kind of silly. I'm super comfy, and I had an amazing dinner tonight! Oh goodness <3

One day, I will find a guy to be mine that looks similar to this

You cannot tell me that he is no the cutest thing you have ever seen. It's like he's super classy and formal, but he has this massive quirky crazy streak flowing throw him that causes him to make typical style into something a little less classic and a little more cooky. I love it! Plus his hair looks insanely healthy and fantastic. :]

All I have to do now is hope that I find a guy like this, and when I do - hope he's not a douchenose. :p

Canada

I really, REALLY want to live in Canada. I'm not sure why, I just feel like it'd be fun. I mean, it's pretty much exactly like the U.S. I guess, but it's called Canada instead. Not to mention from what I hear, they're a bit better in pretty much every way. I could be completely wrong, ha ha. Oh well.. I still wanna live in Canada. All I need is a passport, quite a bit of money, and a picked place to visit while I'm there. I have no idea where in Canada I would want to go anyways, ha ha. I just know that by Alaska there's a taco place with a super amazing name that I can't remember because I found it on google maps from the street view while planning a route for the road trip I'll be taking after high school. :]

You Know Those Days

Do you ever have those days where you just don't want to go to school/work for whatever reason? I'm having one of those days, ha ha. I woke up, got ready, and headed out the door. I was going to go in early to work on a project, but as I was in line at a local coffee-drive-thru-type-thing I began to cry. Completely unprovoked, I just started feeling horrible and didn't want to deal with people today. So after getting my frozen mocha [first one I've had in about two or three years, I usually get a soy chai latte], I went straight back home.

Today shall be spent hiding in my room doing one of four things: reading, watching tv, blogging, and browsing blogs. I'll probably work on my homework once I figure out what it is. I'm really uninspired to do the science stuff though. Bah, I prefer the more.. artsy? classes. You know? Like English, Calligraphy, Art, so on and so on. Oh well, ha ha. School is school. You gotta do what you gotta do, even if it is basically teaching yourself about chemistry and what, not ha ha.

Much Too Short

I am far too short to be reaching for things up high. I learned this today, and I learned it the hard way. I was in art, trying to get the white paint [which for some reason my teacher has all the acrylic paint on the tippy top of a book shelf thing.] I knew I couldn't reach it without a stool or something, but because of an episode of "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" where the blond chick is just like "No! I can do it myself!!" I was inspired to get the paint without any help what so ever - even if the help was from a stool. So I just pushed it with my finger tips until it fell off the edge.. Usually I can catch things when they fall after doing something like this, but I guess I can't do that with a giant jug of paint falling from about a foot at the least above me.

End Result: Demolished hands - specifically my pinkies and ring fingers. They're all nice & swollen with some lovely little gashes on them from being smashed/whacked into/between the jug of paint & one of the shelves. It's only a little painful ha ha.

Bless Me, Ultima

I just got done with chapter 18. I have to say that it is the most revolting piece of literature I have ever read. I understand that we're meant to read it to "broaden our horizons" on other cultures when it comes to literature, but seriously. I have never, in my entire life, read a book that made me so sick and so angry than this book. I procrastinate reading it because I can't read it without wanting to destroy everything within a mile radius of myself. I've been ranting about it to pretty much everyone all evening so I don't really need to post an entire entry dedicated to it, like I am right now. However!! I will not get into a serious rant about it!! See?! I'm ending this post right here.

First Hour

Period, block, whatever you call your classes at school. Anyways, I missed it completely. I mean, I didn't skip. I just chose to paint instead of sit in English. I meant to go in during lunch to make up for it, but I kind of completely forgot and got preoccupied with working on the painting - again. I intend on going in tomorrow during lunch. Hopefully my English teacher will understand why, in my mind, it goes Art > English especially when the possibility of getting your piece hung up in an Art Museum and/or a college art show. :]

Oh well - at least I have the highest grade in there, right? And it was a one time dealio.

Oh oh oh!!!

I am so proud of myself. You see, I like to pretend I have some maaaaad artistic abilities. Unfortunately this is usually all in my head - BUT NOT TODAY!! No. Today I was pretty much forced by two of the art teachers at my school to enter the piece I've been working on for about three weeks. It's titled "A Mother's Love". Basically is a charcoal drawing on newspaper of a uterus attached to a heart [colored with a combination of chalk & oil pastels] that I had done and then cut out and put onto some water color paper that I painted this dark red color [acrylics mixed with a drop of water to have it go on a bit smoother] then proceeded to make this nice detail design boarder around the image itself [in white], and there's some text in a font I made up in white that reads "A Mother's Love is Infinite" in a kind of pattern going down the paper. Personally, it's one of the best images I've ever created. I put quite a bit of effort into it, but yeah.. I'm still surprised how amazing it is. Pardon me honking my own horn, I'm just really proud of myself ha ha.

Oh and in addition to that - I had my picture taken while I was painting the background, ha ha. There were two people that decided to use me as part of their portrait projects for photography. After the guy [there was a guy & a girl] took my picture, he paused before walking away and was like "Just so you know - you're really beautiful." and I just wanted to give him a hug and be like "Thank you!" Is that weird? Hug a person and act like they just saved your life just because they said you looked good? I feel that's a little weird. Oh well ha ha.

I desire these things in a boy

• A cute smile.
• Easy to get along with.
• They don't HAVE to be in constant contact.
• Not over protective/super jelly.
• Willing to accept the spontaneous changes in my style.
• Fun to be with.
• Not ashamed to be seen in public [this goes both ways.]
• The perfect amount of muscle [I'll know it when I see it.]
• Will actually introduce me to his buddies WITHOUT being ashamed what so ever.
• Able to cope with my random violent mood swings I have from time to time.
• Likes the same kind of music as I do, and more.
• Always carries a nice camera with him.
• Cuddles with animals like I do.
• Not embarrassed to act like a kid when babysitting.
• Family orientated. 
• Open to making new friends.
• Is perfectly alright with me hanging out with more guys than girls.
• Doesn't get super worried/paranoid that I'm going to cheat on him just because I hugged a stranger.
• Is very loyal to me [did I already say that?]
• Deals with me blogging.
• Allows me some breathing room for me.
• Isn't bothered by my micro managing ways, but will won't sit there and take smack from me when I get on his case for no reason what so ever.
• Will actually tell me I'm being irrational when I'm being irrational.
• Has a cute little accent. :] Preferably an English accent.
• Not an alcoholic, smoker, stoner, or any other form of harmful substance ha ha.
• A lot of confidence, but not enough to be a complete doucher
• Nice sense of style.
• Has plans for the future and is doing everything they can to achieve those aspirations.
• Will randomly show up with a dozen flowers that he picked himself [or at least fresh ones that he picked out one by one], knock on my door, give me the flowers, and then take me out to dinner somewhere I love [of course he'd pay] all just because he felt like it would be a perfect way to spend one evening. [This will only work once, the second it happens again or someone else tries it, I'd just get a little annoyed]

Well.. That's really all I can think of right now. I'll probably end up adding later on or something.

I should probably explain myself..

There's many words to describe me... Self absorbed, caring, micro managing maniac, old fashioned laughaholic, creative, crazy, depressive, optimistic, peppy, bubbly, walking contradiction, free spirit, conservative, and so on. Although lets be realistic, isn't that just the way that kids my age are? I reside in the great Pacific Northwest [where all the hippies from the Summer of Love fled to.] My weekends are spent in solitude, hiding in my room with my lap top on my lap and music playing instead of recovering from epic parties ha ha. Hm.. I should probably explain what this is about. Ok. Basically, this is a personal blog.. I guess? It's basically just going to be filled to the rim with my thoughts and stuff like that.. Dunno ha ha. Typing is just fun for me.. Is it weird to have typing as a hobby?

We'll find out together!!