I want to play a game...

M. A. S. H.

For you ladies, this game was well known through elementary school (cause only girls had crushes on guys then) but mostly through middle school, and high school for giggles.

Elementary we just wanted to end up with the cutest guy, the rest didn't matter. Middle school, you'd throw fits if you didn't end up with right guy and you'd make them circle the one you wanted. Where's the fun in that? High school, by then, you think you have life figured out so the game is just for fun now.

I have taken my own twist on this classic girly game.

The usual categories for this game consist of the following:

Guys (the men you choose that you wanna be with, maybe throw in a silly one for fun)

Home (the place your either Mansion, Apartment, Shack, or House will be located)

Job (Something you'll be doing for the rest of your life)

Honeymoon (the place where, back in the day when people had virginity, they'd go to lose it to the person they were stuck with according to the game)

Kids (the number of them you'd be suffering with)

Pets (animals...duh...)

Car (vroom vroom, you know, a car.)

Wedding dress (color and such)

Number (very important, this number is used by the person who writes all your information down, they will cross off after counting to the number you gave them) 

I play this game a little differently...

Growing tired of the same categories, I decided to add some of my own.

Location (this is where your wedding will take place, for instance: a roof top, church, parking lot?)

Guys Number Two (this is a second list of guys, either celebrities or people you couldn't imagine being involved with)

Endings (happily ever after, divorce, a cheater, they kill eachother, etc.)

Doesn't seem like too much of a difference right? You'd be surprised at how much more fun it is, especially when you don't really care anymore because...it's a game. Maybe you need examples to see the differences.

Normal version:

"Sally ends up marrying Jimmy. Yay! Sally likes Jimmy alot! They live in a house in California, Sally loves California. She works as a teacher, she really wanted to be a Doctor, but, oh well. They honeymooned in Paris, made 3 babies together. A pet snake, Sally doesn't like snakes, she just didn't know what else to put. She was married in a hot pink dress, oh Lord! And her family drives a BMW."

My version:

"Nicole ends up marrying Peter. Peter is her ex. Major douche bag too! At least they live in a mansion in New York, that's nice. Nicole works as a stripper to support her 28 kids. She likes to look back on the wedding sometimes. Recalling her pee colored wedding dress, standing in the graveyard of their home town, and honeymoon in her Aunt's trailer. Nicole adores her pet alligator everyday, she even drives in it her hummer limo to work sometimes. Unfortunately, her marriage goes to shams when she starts cheating on Peter with Robert Downey Jr. They both end up killing eachother anyway.

See? Wasn't that so much more fun? There's a plot twist and everything! So you can play my game, or the boring game.

You're welcome.

Rush

When you lay out in the sun
heat overwhelms your skin
      Then a chill breeze flows past.
Listening to a song
the bridge begins
      Goose bumps wave past your every particle.
Talking with a bland mouth
mint hits your tongue
      The first breath feels fresh.
Empty stomach
the first bite of food
the first sip of an ice cold drink
      Passing through the emptiness of your hungry being.
Working hard all day long
feet tired of the pain
      Laying down, relieving feet from the gravity that has weighed down on you.
The part in the movie where he finally turns around and gets her back
      The excitement you feel for them.
On a roller coaster
right before you take the big dive.
      Your heart drops but you're not scared.
The look in his eyes
before he decides
that he wants to kiss you.
      It's a rush.
            It's a skip of the heart
                 It's the beautiful chorus in your head
                       It's exciting.
And it's everything you feel when it happens.

Why I don't like guys who have cats...

For clarification: My brother owns cats, so he is excluded from this blog story, cause he's cool. BUT in other words, I just end up not being with a guy who owns cats. I'm actually not too sure "why" I don't but let's figure it out! :) I believe guys who own cats depend on their emotions too much to where their manliness has faded or they just end up being jerks. Some can be sweet and good guys like my brother but you know, he's my brother, haha! Some can be creepers: For instance, my stalker. He owned a cat, very emotional guy, pretty unstable. And if "I'M" saying someone is emotionally unstable, then they must be bad. Another guy I had talked to for awhile had one too. He was a sweet guy, but he was just kind of awkward to be with. The Asshole: was the tattoo artist who left his number on the table at work, texted him, he semi-flirted, and then never spoke to me again. And to think I was going to get my monroe pierced at his shop. Pssh. So there it is, nice guy, awkward guy, creepy guy, and douche bag guy. My ex owned a dog, it wasn't the most preferred relationship but it also wasn't a totally horrible one, I wouldn't do it again. But he hated cats. My current boyfriend has owned a dog, but it's gone now. He loves all animals in general though :) Case in point being...cats are cute but dogs rule. Cats manipulate, deceive, and can never seem content with what they have. Sounds like a douche bag, huh? Sounds like a couple of guys you've dated, hmm? While dogs are loyal and trusting, and they care! Wouldn't you like that in a relationship?! And dogs can be way cuter than cats sometimes. So my advice would be....find a dog. And then don't act like a "bitch" to him. (It was a curse word used for puns). And guys that don't like animals or having, owning, pets...well...I don't know! That would be my father, he doesn't like dogs. Anywho. Date a guy with a dog. 

When the world crumbles beneath your feet.

Lately you might have read about how I am on top of the world. And now I'm not. Like I said, I brought myself down. I've tried so hard to not let myself down because I love the feeling of being in the air!

How did I get here? Just the world, I think when it saw how happy I was getting it decided that life was just getting too good for me. Gee Laura, what happened?

Job is crap, all managers are beginning to dislike me, got pulled over, spent too much money fixing my car, took some seriously difficult final exams, and now I am unable to see the one guy outside of family that makes me smile.

I feel like I do things wrong and that I do too much, I've been hurt so many times before because I lose my heart. All of this has made me so weary to let myself just trust. I do trust, I trust he won't cheat or talk to girls like they were more than friends, but in the back of your mind you know you'll get hurt some time or another. It keeps you up at night, it controls your mind. And you don't want it to!! No one does! But when I'm reassured, when he tells me it's all alright. He would never intentionally hurt me. Then I'm okay, hearing that is like being able to give your mind and heart a hug.

Don't get me wrong, he gives me a good dose of reality every now and then. I'm not compared to others cause it's not his place, it doesn't make him sad when I leave, I'm not the light in his life, I don't fill any voids. Not yet, it's only been so long :P

But that's who I am! I try to fill the voids. I try to bring the smiles. I try to be the only light they will see. But I'm always so scared of not being enough. It wears me out, it consumes me. It sucks when you're giving the world to someone but they're stuck looking at another planet or just don't even see that the world your giving them comes with a moon, it comes with stars, it comes with the sunset. And all the person giving you the world wants to see is the smile on their face when they finally see the beauty and the importance that this world means. It's so hard to give such a gift to arms that refuse to open. But you stand there and wait. You smile and try to budge them every now and then. You stand holding the world in your arms, waiting to share it with someone, someone who is willing to help you not only see all the amazing things it comes with but help you carry some of your struggle. Let you know that you're not the only one in your world. You want them to invade your space, invade your world, change some things around, destroy your demons...

It's steps at a time. It's a long process, but if you truly care, you won't stop trying to share your world, because you're tired of being the only one living there.

So if your world crumbles to the ground, pick up the pieces, put it together, and find someone who has stronger hands to help you hold your world together.

Let's try to look at this from a "funny" point of view.

To any other person in the world, the last few days would've seemed like a living nightmare and somewhere down the street from hell. But, I'm trying to see it as something funny.

I went to go see Ironman three with my dad on Friday evening, but I was pretty hungry. My work was right next to the theater so thought we could grab a couple of appetizers and head to the movie, sounds normal right? Remembering it was Friday night at a popular busy food place, my dad suggested we eat at the bar. Well, apparently there's a policy at my work stating that employees cannot sit at the bar, like at all! Mind you, I hadn't even worked that day at all, wasn't in uniform, wasn't even drinking an alcoholic beverage (I'm not old enough, duh.) so we're thinking it should be okay, I mean we were reassured by another waitress.

Sunday, I come to work, just in a bad mood from not hearing from my boyfriend due to my and his busy-ness. And I had just gotten roasted the night before, the event itself had brought upon some old wounds and a friend dropping fresh hot wax on my face. So, I get to leave work early, THANK GOD. Seriously needed it. Doing about some work while I'm there and then I'm called into the office. Dun dun DUN. I am signing yet ANOTHER warning notice, stating if I sit at the bar another time that I will be written up.

This is not the first, nor even the second time I have signed a warning notice. The first one I signed was based off the fact of my first day of being a waitress on my own with tables I was unprepared for, needless to say I had been overwhelmed. Then to find out that I wasn't even supposed to be assigned to those tables.

The second time I had to sign a different warning notice, stating if I was to receive any other customer complaints within the next 30 days that I was either demoted to hostess or I was to be terminated. I had only gotten one customer complaint that day, which wasn't even my fault, it was the kitchen's fault, I had done my required job. In turn I had to refund the customers to go meal OUT OF MY OWN POCKET.

So, as you can probably tell from now I had just about had the last straw.

I was trying to see if maybe I could go see my man to help me feel better. He was busy. Crying on the way home, I turned into my neighborhood past a cop. I'm not sure why, but I had a feeling that he was going to pull me over for something. Sure enough. He turned out of the neighborhood and right back in, turned on his lights and I just gave up by that point.

My inspection sticker was expired. So, I made an appointment to get that done well, today. Decided to kill some birds with one stone and took care of a check up and oil change. There's something wrong with my tire monitor. I end up spending almost $300 on my car.

Then what I thought was peanut butter and celery sticks at lunch...was not peanut butter. I don't know what it was but it was absolutely horrible. Trying to make healthier decisions and this is what I get??

Then came my fourth period class, vented all this to a friend and complained about how he wouldn't like seeing me, my guy, like this and I'd be a bother of some sort. Finally making it to the class where I see him, he comforted me and asked me what was wrong. No guy has ever cared that much besides my father of course. I feel like a very lucky girl.

Picked up my car. Did some chores. Took care of my mommy. Put a puzzle together with my brother. And here I am. Still in one piece.

Thank God. :)

Why I dislike "lectures"

Lectures can always help, don't get me wrong, but they always tend to make me over think and it's completely unnecessary! I understand the topic, and it's usually something I'm going through. It discusses the downside of things, stuff I have to be ready for. After this conversation it is where I begin to doubt in whatever is going on with my life.
I "was" on top of the world and still am sorta. But when it comes to reality checks for me, it makes me wonder what I might do wrong, instead of all that I can do that is right!
I know you have to keep one foot on the ground but when the other foot starts hesitating on what to do, you are at a loss. People begin to notice your fear and doubt and then they go away. You cannot unthink your thoughts. You cannot unhear the lecture. You are stuck until someone brings you out from the water rushing over you and drowning you. They won't save you unless you make it known that you need to be saved. And that is when you're too nervous to tell them. It's a vicious cycle of not knowing what to do and it taking over you.
I hate lectures.

Then and Now

Kisses were cold and empty
Now they are warm, I melt at the very touch
Hugs were ordinary and plain
Now they put me in a whole other world
Hands have been so small and dry
Now they are comforting and wanting
Affection was given because it felt obligated
Now it is given through want and care
Mornings were a struggle
Now there is more reason to awaken
Smiles were forced
Now they come naturally
Laughs were awkward
Now they are full and real
I was tolerated for being me in certain ways
Now I am liked for everything I am

This was just a small little, poem? Of my thoughts on life lately :)

Have a nice day!

Feeling special

Special: unique and extraordinary.

It can be something you want, something you feel, or something you wanna be.

And I feel extraordinary!

Currently one guy has made me feel like I have become something truly special. I don't think it's so much that I didn't think I was special before, it's just a feeling you have. You don't hit the snooze button in the morning because you cannot wait to see what the day has in store for you. "What's in store for you." Not something life is going to hand to you, it's up to you to get up and go get it yourself! And I've been getting up, seeing what the day holds for me, getting ready just so I can look nice for one person that already and always finds me beautiful. Silly, right?
Never, with anyone else, has someone been so...proud, to call me his. No shame at all. Doesn't have a problem with telling his friends that I am the girl who is wrapped around his finger and he is the one wrapped around mine. I am appreciated. I am on an invisible pedestal.
In the past, I was an object, I was someone who was saved for when they were bored. I was number two in the relationship. They're shouldn't be numbers involved. We are both number one. But we both see the other as someone who should "feel" like they are above all else to the world. He is not better than me, I am not better than him. But I make him feel special, he does the same for me. In the past, I was a toy and I let them play with me. Why? I thought it was love. Believing they actually cared.
But now, I am special.
:)

What it's like on the top of the world!

The top of the world. To a girl like myself, the top of the world isn't so much a place as it is a state of mind.

We don't always know how we quite got to the top, but we just sorted showed up, either we got there so fast we can't remember how we arrived or we were distracted during the whole journey. The only problem about being so high is looking down, you know you shouldn't have looked down, because now all you can think of is how you'll fall. It haunts your dreams, you become paranoid, and before you know it... the top of the world seems so far away. The one thing you were scared of, not being so high and happy, is the fear that brought you down to reality. You forget the dream and life becomes its own nightmare.

So how can we stay on top of the world but still be aware of the fall? It's all apart of becoming wise. Seeing the world as the messed up place it is, keep priorities straight, but some times about remembering to look at the sky. The sky, to me, brings me a sort of comfort. It symbolizes the fact that there are opportunities, that the worst will shape up to something beautiful. The world will eat us alive. Just like if you don't swim to the top of the water with your head up, you will drown. If you don't look up to the sky and a better outcome, the world will suffocate you.

I've been on top of the world. And I'm not alone up there :) But when he feels his world is crashing I come back down to Earth. And I try what I can to help him remember what the sky looks like. If he doesn't see it, I simply stay with him. It's all I can do. He's had nightmares, like people do, but I found myself having to wake him up to the wonderful dream he was in and that his nightmare was just a bad reality. Sometimes that's how we should live life: Waking up to a dream and falling asleep to reality, just so we can look forward to waking up again.

What makes me, cool

I wouldn't necessarily call myself, "cool" simply because people have different ideas of what cool really is. Cool could be the girl dating the lead football quarter back, or the girl that knows how to play every video game known to man. Cool could be the type of music you listen to, what kind of parties you go to, or IF you go to parties. I've come to find that in most occasions that guys think I'm pretty cool.
Why? Even some of family makes fun of me! Is it because I'm laid back, chill, make jokes that some girls would gasp in disgust with. Maybe our uniqueness makes us cool.
Truthfully. I think I am...for the lack of better words, a bad-ass. I'm no tough girl, I'll wimp out, start to cry, slap and bite. But, hey, I've never met anyone just like me! If anything pisses me off, I'll rant and some people appreciate what I have to say while others simply just don't care? I speak my mind of a subject until I'm completely satisfied in getting it off my chest, I'll go a little over board sometimes, but don't we all every now and then? Yelling at a driver in front of me is nothing compared to what I will do if you offend me or someone I love. When mother nature comes around my filter turns off. My filter already isn't that good, so at this point I am literally talking out of my butt. Makes me pretty bad-ass, right?
I think people like to see someone who is strong and stands firm in what and who they are. We will all break down and lose it some time or another, but what strong or weak person doesn't. If you push the right buttons for the wrong things, you will have regrets.
The firmer you are in the person in which you portray, the cooler you are to other people. A person, who just by looking at them, that you can just tell this person doesn't care about what the world thinks. Anyone who doesn't take the time to understand them shouldn't be of their concern. THOSE are the coolest people!
But I love God. I am a christian. I stand firm in that, till death take me to Him. I like classic rock and musicals. I am a Star Wars nut head. I don't like veggies. I suck at sports. I am a teenage girl who will almost always have that one boy that drives me up the wall. :) I love to love. "Old people" are the most awesome people ever because they're so wise. I still call my dad Daddy. I actually LOVE my step mom! Who can say that these days? So yeah, I think I'm sort of cool.
You're cool too! Whoever you are, you're reading this, you're cool!!
(Because you're reading this....it makes you even cooler!) ;D

I have no title for this, because I think it's just that stupid

Whore.
Such a strong word for people that are unaware of how to go about using this word. I have been called a whore because I show a public display of affection. For hugging and laughing with the guy I am dating.
This word, when used properly, means a person who has slept with multiple people with no means of love at all. Gives their self away freely without a care in the world.
As far as I am subconsciously aware, he's the only guy I've shown any affection for. I have also yet to sleep with him. So, what was that word you called me?

I will admit to laughing at and being disgusted with couples all over each other in the halls. Thinking, gee, get a room! Of course I'm not mean enough to say it to their face, it's their moment, I just didn't like it being displayed so freely I suppose. But there's thoughts in the back of my head I never seem to share with anyone, and that's usually the logical part of it all.
We don't know their life or their story, why they choose the hall, how long they've been together, or what kind of people they are. Have you ever stopped the think, maybe he's going off to the army or somewhere far for the summer or maybe much longer. It explains why she can't seem to let go of him. Maybe they just got together and don't realize how much they're doing in public, they're in their own world! Or maybe, just MAYBE, they freaking love each other or immensely care for the other person and they simply don't care what others see. They might choose the hall because that's the only class that's the closest spot between both their classes, there could be other reasons as well for that. And these people could just be passionate people. Us people that simply pass by can choose to ignore it, but if you feel the need to say something out loud to your friends, you might be slightly jealous or just want some of that little flame with your long term boyfriend.
But I did not understand why this particular display of affection made a person a whore. I have known people to do obscene things with guys or girls in bad places, drugs, sex, alcohol to the point of pregnancy. These are just sins people, it's no bigger than the sins I've made. But the sins I've committed and the sins anyone else has committed brings no persons' right to judge the other by who is more pure. We all somehow "judge" people, but the right to CONDEMN does not belong to us. People, think what you will, but I strongly suggest to not be the person to point the finger at what is to be looked down upon. You will be looked down upon by someone else. The least you could do is understand them and see eye to eye. Not "get on their level", but instead put yourself in their shoes. Listen to their story.
This blog is not about being a whore. It is about assumptions, becoming your own idol, and becoming so blind the only thing you choose to see is your own opinion. The reasons these couples don't care what you think is because you obviously aren't upset enough to say something to their face. Odds are, they probably wouldn't care anyway. :/

This is not for my personal story, it is just to help open eyes.

May the Fourth!

I've had a bit of an obsession with Star Wars. Just a tad. This includes owning enough Star Wars t shirts to last me a week, two toy lightsabers, two candy dispensers of Darth Vader and R2D2, ANNND a "A New Hope" movie poster... Yeah, it's not obvious that I enjoy it at all.

Is it sad that I almost come to tears when I discover a friend has never heard of nor seen any of the films? It's a classic! How can you not?!

There's been several arguments that the newer ones have not been the best, stick with the old ones, or stick with the new ones because the graphics are better. I've always been one to fight for what I believe true and right but, they are movies and people are entitled to their own opinions. So, let it be. I like both the new and old films because all of it tells an epic story! To be honest, I prefer the old graphics, that's where all the hard work went into or like, the very hands on work. Where you can see how the costumes move when the characters speak. Awesome. But thank God that George Lucas knew how to cast for his films, otherwise it would've ended horribly.

But then we have the people that are against it completely or just refuse to watch or enjoy it to it's full and amazing glory! These are the kind of people that will probably only have one favorite series. They will only be Potter fans, or LOTR fans, or.. God forbid, Twilight fans. While I will admit to not seeing all of the Lord of the Ring movies, I am NOT fully against NEVER seeing it. I've seen most of the Harry Potter movies and I like them! I actually read the Twilight books (I'm a girl, I was curious what the buzz was about) I liked the books... I laughed when I saw the movies. The only point I'm getting at is, people! Be open minded!

I might crack jokes about a series but it's with a good heart, and an ignorant mind. Like I had said, never saw all the LOTR but if I make fun it is because I like hearing peoples' reasons as to why I shouldn't make that joke and why I should see it. You know, like pushing buttons to see what works.

Back to the main part of this awesome day. STAR WARS!! Don't get me wrong, I love Luke and the whole Han Solo gang but I am a sucker for the dark side. I have an unlikely soft spot for Darth Vader, when you watch the movies in order from one through six, you see him become the monster he tried so hard not to become but the power and the want to save his family went to his head, not his heart. But his heart was not gone forever. That's why I cried while watching episode six... When he told Luke that he was right about him, there was still good. And then he died. :,(

I once had an argument with a six year old about who killed General Grievous. Coming to find out he was referring to the tv series and not the movie series. Apparently that part of the story is completely different. Not a big fun of the whole making it into a cartoon series but like I said, it's a matter of opinion. This movie is geniously made. It's not a word but it's my word, deal with it. Lucas made the last three, which, back then, the graphics were like nothing anyone had ever seen! So you can imagine how well that sold. And THEN he made the first three like 20 years later! People would see it to know what happened and because it would probably look just as cool. Millions and millions of dollars. And directing it was just as awesome, it brought you it, it made you laugh, made you cry, made you wanna yell, "What are you doing??"

This, all this, ladies and mostly likely gentlemen is why I love Star Wars!

May the Fourth be with you.

How girls get asked out

There are so many ways a girl can be asked out! And there are ways she doesn't like or prefer being asked out. Here are their stories. (Haha, just kidding, just fun stuff)

The shy one:

This guy might take awhile to ask her. Even in a text he's uncomfortable talking about it. And this guy could be absolutely amazing, everything the girl dreamed! But let's face it, he needs to grow a pair or prove that he has a pair... She's on her feet the whole time, she's mountain high crazy for this guy. She might seem scared that he's just gonna leave her high and dry and that she'll just be pushed off that mountain. And when the poor girl has to ask for herself the guy is slightly relieved but still kinda disappointed he didn't do it himself.

The Waiter:

A similar case to the shy one but with a tangy twist. The guy with all the amazingness a girl could dream of. She is on her feet and mad for this guy but can't let it show too much. Why? Well, you don't wanna come off crazy...yet. AND because she is waiting. The girl is completely aware that he is bound to ask at some point or another. She's hinted at it once or twice but he sorta puts it on the back burner. She doesn't know what to expect, if he plans on asking her with an extravagant entrance or in a text or just waiting on getting something else? He is waiting and you have NO IDEA what or when whatever is going to happen! And this either makes her crazier for the guy or crazier in general. My theory is he would ask her inperson or at least in a phone call. I think that guy would like to her voice when she says yes.

The Texter:

Mostly likely the top irritating version of being asked out, unless they pull it off smoothly. This isn't necessarily shy as much as he just uncertain of what her answer might be. Possibly not wanting to get rejected in front of his face, so he can just sob on his own. There's been cute ways of pulling off this situation, but it's not preferred. Another case could be this guy is busy, he's done this before, he has enough confidence to know she'll say yes and then can freely go about their day while he has no fret about a simple date. So gentlemen, try NOT to use this strategy.

The Show Off:

Boy, does this guy have the most beautiful face you've ever seen. The nicest body you've ever seen. The deepest, sexiest voice you've ever heard. And boy does he know it. You know he knows it. And he knows you know he knows it. But yet you are still wrapped around his finger. He doesn't mind when people, girls, admire his looks, in fact, it's like his oxygen. So once you've figured this out you automatically know he likes to show off. When he proposes a date to you it's like fireworks, and teddy bears, and chocolates and he's singing opera! Maybe not that epic but in a teenage mind that's how it feels. But another reason a guy might show off or have a big entrance is because he wants to see that sparkle in her eyes and pray that she says yes! As you can see it could go both ways.

Just Friends:

Y'all have been best buds for years! You picked on each other and made fun of the people you dated but they were always there. Then...there's a realization when they see a whole new side of them. All the sudden, they seem ATTRACTIVE! WHAT?? This slowly turns to gradually getting butterflies when you see them and laughing more at what the say or wanting to hold them a little longer than just the casual hug. Both of y'all start to feel the same and before you know it, he's comfortable in asking if he could take you out. Not "hang out", "go out". And let the future lead you guys where y'all should go.

The only thing that ladies and gentlemen, we do not know who will do what sort of approach to being asked out and guys may not be sure how you'd like to be asked out. But if the guy is right then you can share that memory forever and if he's not quite the guy you were looking for, you still have a story.

:)

What the...?

Dreams. The only thing that doesn't make sense, besides women's crazy emotions when mother nature comes by. Sometimes dreams are so weird you wonder if you sleep walk while doing drugs. But other times, if you just have too much time on your hands, it sorta makes sense. Not necessarily the dream but more of the reason of why you had it or where it came from...

Dreams kind of digest whatever you saw, heard, and did throughout the day and then make this huge pile of crap. Face it, if your dreams were made into movies, only pot heads would enjoy it. And nightmares? Yeah, that kinda horror film just wouldn't match up with any story line whatsoever. The audience also would hate the sudden ending and it's just someone being woken up by their mother. Dreams are weird, mine are some times interesting, I can still remember a few from when I was younger.

The most recent I had, I can hardly remember but it came together when I woke up. I had dreamed that I went and got my first tattoo. It was epic too, and I also I had gotten the piercing I'd been wanting for awhile. All I can recall was my mom giving me a disapproving look and then we continued on with life, you know, after I slayed dragons or something really cool that would probably make me cry in real life. I realized that before I had gone to bed I had googled tattoos I was interested in getting, so it explains some of it?

The oldest I can recall, I was maybe five. We were at my Uncle's house playing hide and seek with my cousins but we were playing on my bed but it was in my cousin's room...? But, my cousin Aimee had fallen off the top bunk. We weren't necessarily scarred as much as we were just curious as to what just happened! I went to peek through her eye lid or just check on her. And her whole eye was black. She opened both eyes and I'm just sitting there talking out loud to my cousins and I look at them and they have the same eyes! I run to go get the adults who are mingling in the kitchen when I notice theirs are all the same!! I sprint out the door, hop in the drivers seat of the police car, and start driving away from the, now on my tail, Godzilla. Holy. Crap.

One other thing that intrigues me, I see dreams from both point of views. Sometimes I will see myself in the dream while other times I can see my dream through my own eyes and have thoughts of what my next action should be. Maybe I have like a director for film's mind? So I can understand the story from both sides. It's quite funny every now and then, because I can sense myself telling dream me not to do something and then hearing my own voice be like, "Noo.... What are you doing you idiot!?"

I love dreams though :)

Mornings

Everyone approaches mornings differently. There are all types of, "morning people". Here are some examples. Now I might miss some, but these are the typical ones.
All nighters:
These are mostly known as, "teenagers". They somehow save all their energy for the night as they sleep through classes, stuff their face at lunch and sleep again. You either have the social teens that stay out with friends at arcades or in a ditch somewhere. Or the anti social but social media types. We tend to snuggle in our blankets with our laptop to accompany our lonesome beds as we listen to music, post statuses, follow twitters, or like myself, blog. In mostly likely cases we won't really hit the sack until maybe 12:30 or 2 am. Usually as we lay our head to rest we already know how many times we'll hit the snooze button and figure, "I don't need to look too over dressed tomorrow, I'll just throw on some jeans." Surely enough, we are NOT prepared to get up even if it's 7:15 am.
Texters:
People, teenagers (again) who have found a new love interest and probably haven't seen the sky in awhile due to the cute boy or girl making their phone buzz with cheesy comments to each other. This typically fades after awhile after having nothing to talk about and a dead battery. They'll wake up, drool faced, tired, red eyed, but smiling because that special someone said good morning. But they'll be sure to look their best in the morning and despite the fact the only had 3 hours of sleep, you will have never seen anyone so spunky and fun.
Book Readers:
I'm talking the hardcore readers. The friends you have that can read the Harry Porter series in a week while you are on book one during the second week. The people that get so into it they won't put it down until the book seems like it could be a stopping point. But any good author knows they've gotta keep their audience hooked the entire time so they won't make any sort of stopping point. We're all humans though so this book worm has got to get some rest, 2 am? Yeah, that sounds fine. Waking up a little grouchy when they realize they don't live in their book's world and have to suffer through the day until they get a moment to sit down and drown themselves the book's reality again.
Business types:
Also known as the no-life-hasers. Bluetooth in one ear, iPad in the hand. Coffee in the other. Goes to sleep with their blackberry at their side. This person might be on zombie mode. Waking up isn't a problem, they know their routine. Maybe head to the gym in the morning if they're smart but once again all while, "taking care of business". A very sad type of morning person.
Mid day workers:
This will probably be the most happy morning person without needing a second party to make them happy. These people chill with friends at night, watch movies, late night dinner, anything really. Their school or job doesn't start until like 1 pm. So getting up isn't too hard when it's not morning anymore.

Honestly, everyone is a "morning person", you just gotta find out your type.