"Would you rather"

While on vacation, my friend and I had to come up with ways to keep ourselves amused, especially when we were driving! Mad libs, and music, to other silly little car games and pool games. One of them being "Would you rather". This one is alot of fun actually!

This game can be silly, dirty, funny, or serious if you want. We typically go for silly, get boys involved, impossible situations, stuff like that. One caught me off guard.

She asked me, if this guy that I had once dated for a bit (who turned out to be a total douche bag, told people I was stalking him and such...he gave me his address, which I don't even remember lol) she said if this guy had turned into the sweetest guy ever, left his girl for me, and begged and cried to have me back, or stay with Sean. I picked my Sean :) Well for one thing, it would be too perfect. There would be no push or stove, I like how in a relationship we can feel ourselves working on the other to work for something too. It's like we're both pushing on a wall, different sides of it, but we just want the other to see what we have for them on that wall. (I know my metaphors are cheesy..)

But having that guy, "become everything I need"...is not what I need, haha! I think one day, when you're married and have settled down, become comfortable with your mate then playing that game can be a little more fun. Getting to know what celeb your husband would like to vacation with or spend a whole day with, see what hot man your wife would like to have give her back a massage. This game is so revealing!!

Would you rather eat whatever sweets you want for a full year and never get fat and stay fit OR have your farts smell amazing forever!!...I picked the farts haha

So, if you haven't heard of it, you should play it, it is fun :D 

A Gift

I've always loved receiving gifts! On Christmas, Birthday's, or just because. Who doesn't like getting gifts? Some people actually don't! Well, they don't know how to react to it and that's usually what the giver looks for. See the smile on their face and the joy they hope it brings them. I was a victim of this recently, haha! Here's the story.

My boyfriend's birthday was a few days ago and I really wanted to do something special for him, only later to find out that he hates his birthday. Just my luck right? I do my best. I listen to all I can and remember what I try. He's kind of a video game nut, which I adore! I love seeing guys get in their zone! It is a bit tough to get them out of that zone though ;) So I spent three days creating a card for him, I love art so it wasn't a burden any which way. I wrote it out first and incorporated all the video game names I could. It ended up pretty cheesy sounding but here's some of my favorite ones I drew...

 Forgive me for having taken these photos sideways..

Pretty proud of this one. (Actually got to see him play this game!)

This one took forever! Some of it had to be finger painted because I lost most of brushes or accidentally destroyed...

 The original name on this game was "Drake" but I changed it to his name, the original background detail was also a little overwhelming so I improvised.

But this is the gist of what I did for him, his mom cried when she read the card! So sweet :)

A few weeks before him and I had gone to the comic store and he came across this book of Marvel comic book characters and all their background stories, I read it, it was pretty cool. He wanted it so bad but ended up getting something else, I went back the next day and got it for him. I had also made us bracelets...I know it's really girly but something in me said he'd appreciate it. They're portal bracelets, from the video game. And one more thing I picked up on the way there. Pralines pecan and creme ice cream and a bottle of water because it's too sweet for him so he needs water with it. That little thing came up when I was driving him home one night. I just wanted him to see how much I cared and listened. You know what? He didn't know how to feel! haha...oh goodness. I was okay with that, he said no one's done anything like that for him...he said once how his brother always seems to get the silver spoon. And well I wanted to give a silver spoon to him, maybe it wasn't silver maybe like bronze, haha with all my homemade stuff.

In the end, his emotions, I know I'll have to wait for, and so far, everything is worth waiting for.

Happy Birthday, baby! <3 Thanks for being silly with me!!

Things that make me go "EEEK!!!"

It's just around the corner, it's underneath your bed, and OH MY GOSH IT'S RIGHT BEHIND YOU!!!

Fears, it pretty much takes over us as soon as we find it. But sometimes it's not so much a fear as it can be a superstition. I have a few myself. Dun DUn DUN!!!

Walking through the halls when it's dark. This is what makes you quietly bolt to the bathroom in the dead night. You can feel something watching you, you don't know what it is, but it's only your cat. You make it to the restroom, you pop a squat on the throne of craps. The shower curtain. Not the shower curtain...you're not sure what's behind it, you think it's a serial killer who magically appeared there, but really it's just your shampoo...wanting to wash your hair! Be careful when you're done though, cause when you're washing your hands you don't want to look in the mirror. Because someone will pop up when you're not looking. You don't take the chance, you don't look at all! When you're leaving be sure not to turn back because that person that's not behind the shower curtain might not come out and chase you. The thought scares you as you nearly trip trying to find your bedroom door. When going over to the bed be sure to jump on it from a far distance so the monsters and evil vampires don't grab you and take you to their under-the-bed world, which is only your dirty socks you have thrown under there. So before you go to bed at night, be sure to go to the bathroom and close all your doors.
Other night terrors: Here's another "home alone" precaution you might take to an extreme. Sitting on your couch, just before midnight, because, you can stay up that late if you want. Why not? You hear something in the kitchen, a tick, a tick that a killer could've made! By the way, it was just refrigerator adjusting its temperature. You get up to go investigate, because you're an idiot, it ends up being nothing. You straighten up and get yourself a glass of water. Standing near the kitchen window, you realize that you don't wanna stand next to that window because someone will pop up out of the blue. So, by this time you're back in the living room, getting tired of Family Guy, heading upstairs you keep every light on...just incase. You sleep in your parent's bedroom while they're away because their bed is comfy...no. You sleep in their bed because you're scared! You close every door and make sure you know what objects makes what sound and then you turn on the tube to watch...Family Guy again.
What Knockers!: It's daytime now, pleasantly sitting on your couch enjoying cooking shows and your homemade nachos. You here a knock on the door and unfortunately your house has a window right next to the door...so they can see you. They can see you're home... What do they want? Your soul? To buy girl scout cookies? Doesn't sound too bad right? Selling your soul for cookies sounds pretty normal. But NO! They want you to read a book. And not just read a book, they want to be IN your house! They want you to join them! But you already have Jesus! But not Jesus in their perspective, they won't leave. Why? Because they see you're home! Solution? Watch TV upstairs.

And these are the things that make me go...
EEEKKK!!!!!!!!

Home Alone: the good, the "meh" and the precautions!

Being home alone can be a lot of fun for a teenager, it could also be boring and some teenagers can be/ mostly are stupid. Let's begin with some precautions a teenager should take while having the house to themselves.
Peeping Tom's: This isn't necessarily a "problem" in my current neighborhood, but you never know. Someone could be lurking around the corner, peeping through windows, anywhere. So in order not to feed a peeping Tom's fetish you should probably consider the following rules. (a) Don't prance around the house naked, not in just your undies either. I understand it has the possibilities to be "fun" but just do it where there are no windows. (b) Don't get out of the house, this guy could get excited and take you for his own! But if you gotta be somewhere or take out the trash than go ahead. But like tanning? Try to do that when someone's home. If you feel like your neighborhood is safe than you can take the chance....I suppose. (scary music scary music!)
Burglars: If you have a nice house, than be aware of these human raccoons! When you leave the house, make sure some lights are on along with a radio or something that makes constant noise, that and the house has some sort of security alarm. The noise and lights will give an illusion that someone is home.
NOW FOR THE....."mehh" stuff...
I myself never throw parties, even if I did they would be really lame...I'm too worried about being caught, haha! So I usually don't have friends over, maybe my sister? Sad right? She's cool though :) But invite friends over, 'cause it can get pretty boring sitting there by yourself. The symptoms of a dull house life usually consist of the following:
The Muncher: You become so consumed with bordum that YOU start to consume everything around you. You don't know why you're making nachos...but they're cooking...and you're not even hungry! What's that? The door bell! You ordered PIZZA!! With extra cheese, and extra bread, and you...you got the cinnamon sticks with the dipping frosting. Why? Because you are lonely!!
The Hobby Zombie: After you have eaten yourself mad, you begin wondering around the house. You're not tired, you're just bored. You play with the game consel that you haven't touched in years! Then you find yourself digging though your old stuff and reading and looking at old pictures. You start calling people cause you need human contact. No one picks up so you make a long voicemail of all the stuff you've done today, which wasn't much anyway. For some reason now you're laying on your bedroom floor...thinking about life. This phase is usually you doing mindless acts to make yourself tired or keep from going crazy.
If it gets to these points....have someone over or go the mall or something!
Now we're ready for the fun part :D There's upsides to being home alone. Here's a few.
What are doors: This is great, it's just awesome. You can walk into a bathroom and NOT have to close the door!...You can even shower with the door open! (I usually don't, I don't know, I'm just weird...) Just don't leave the front or back door open...that would be...bad....
The Superstar: You can dance at home because now...no one is there! No one to judge or laugh. Then, in this process, you find that you can dance! Later you discover, you can dance good to your own standards. But you can have your music blaring, singing your off tune key like you do and you can own the stage if you want! You bow and thank the crowd, then you notice the mailman at the front door laughing his butt off!
The Muncher: Yes, I understand we did this one already but face it...you can eat whatever you want and that makes you pretty happy.
Lastly, you must clean before your parents get home. Throw out the pizza boxes, clean toilets, and spray some frebreeze and then welcome them home!

***WARNING: If you have any siblings the following will be difficult to accomplish!!!!***

I long to witness the presence of someone have yet to see in some time

The title is just a clever way of saying, "I miss someone".

There's two different I miss you's! And then this is the part where I talk about them...

A simple I miss you could feel obligated to say, like if you're on the phone or in a letter. The same as saying it when you see them, "Ooooh, I've missed you!" But more on the lines of: "I just wanted a hug, and you sorta walked through the door..." Or when someone is about to leave, it would be the way we might say goodbye, but really we just want people out of the house.

The other I miss you, is almost hardly ever said. It's a desire to be with that someone so bad that you almost feel sort of ashamed to even say you miss them. Because you love them enough to not want to burden with the fact that you will be sad when they leave. I miss you's can be said with the eyes. When you look each other in the eyes as you close the door, leave the car, kiss goodbye, you can already tell they want to see you again. They will know how much you'll miss them by how hard you squeeze their hand.

Well, I miss someone. I miss the crap outta that person. I have done nothing for the past few days but work on what to give them when I see them next. I have taken everything I know and incorporated it into this. I miss them a lot...to the point where it's kinda sad haha...I just wanna be held.

Missing someone. It's as simple as that folks. 

A New Chapter, so they call it

I have graduated. And boy, was the day and week itself an adventure! Let me explain how this went.

Monday: The Elephant Walk, it's where all the grads get dressed in their cap and gowns and go prancing through their old elementary schools. You walk through the halls as the kids clap for you and you see some of your old teachers. An interesting journey as the girl infront of me told all the little girls to not get boyfriends and to do their homework. Already laughing, I hear a young girl respond to her "Don't get a boyfriend" comment as she says, "Too late." Oh goodness.

Eventually we all hop on the bus again and head to our old middle school. But because of final exams we couldn't see all our favorite teachers, but I did come across my friend's mom whom taught me for a few weeks before I was switched to another class. She hugged me and from what I understand was already in tears when she saw her son walk down a couple of hundred people behind me. :")

Regrouping at the highschool, we joined hands one last time and walked through the halls of our school. Students gathered over arch ways and walls, I have to admit it was pretty amazing. We called it a day and went home.

Tuesday: Rehearsal, there were over 600 chairs lined up in the gym with name tags for us. This was exactly how it would look at the actual thing. The process seemed to take forever! You would think it was easy for people to shake hands and then keep walking. Our principle went over several rules as to was going to happen. No piercings or casual clothes. I could dress up, no problem there, but I had a piercing in. :/ Putting that in the back of my head we headed to Live Oak park and enjoyed a picnic. I got lost on the way there a few times, and due to my lack emotional stability, I cried and yet my poor boyfriend had to deal with me, he wouldn't use those words though :) He calmed me down and helped me figure out how to get there. Which makes me happy, cause I would've lost it if we were yelling at eachother! By the end of the day we were tired though.

Wednesday: Graduation Day!! But we have rehearsal at the Alamodome first. We're told to be there by 8am. HAH! They say buses will be at the school at 7am to take us there if we don't wanna drive. I chose that route. Unfortunately Judson didn't seem to think so many seniors wouldn't wanna drive, so we had to wait about an hour for more buses to come and get us. This rehearsal had gone a little faster than the day before. But there was still so much to do! I had to drive to San Pedro road to find the tattoo shop that gave me my monroe piercing. They took it out and put a clear one in, I went and got a cute dress and got ready to go when I got home. Soon enough I was driving downtown to my graduation where all 665 of us were to walk the stage! Crazy. Crazy everywhere. My feet were killing me, my boyfriend thought I looked amazing :) The ceremony didn't take as long as expected, it was loud and fun and sentimental. My parents left after I walked the stage, so I went to go look for my guy, who was looking for his family, who was looking for him. It took a good 30 minutes or so...I met the rest of his family and I was then invited to Sean's graduation party the following Friday. On my way out of the Alamodome, I became lost. I called my daddy who drove all the way down to save me, I made it back on the highway and headed to project graduation. Which was kind of a let down, we all became bored. And due to certain parts of the month I became a little more emotionally unstable than usual. I got upset with Sean and then it was fine, we tried to sleep in the bleachers and rested heads on each other every now and then. :)
Thursday: I woke up from our bleacher nap around 3am. It was our one month day thingy, we were too tired to really celebrate, just shared a few kisses and then we all eventually went home.
Friday: I didn't really do anything that day besides go to a graduation party at Dave and Buster's. Which was a blast! I drove my man home, he asked if I knew the way...I really didn't but I figured it out :) I listened to him talk the whole time, and I just love it. I could listen to all of it, as I did, but I like it when it's just us and we have "moments" together. We said goodnight and I went home, work the next day. Boo.

But during all of this, it was fun, and I've learned so much, but this was just a small chapter of my life, and I cannot wait to read the rest :)