Workout death, My dream guy, and Varsity Fashion

Three different posts at the same damn time cuz im sleeeepeeehhh wooooooo!!!!

Like I stated previously, I am trying to get into better shape; my clothes are always slipping off of me and in a way I kind of feel sorry for myself when that happens, kind of like when you see a small child with clothes too big or a tall kids with pants too short for him, THAT kind of sorry. So I'm gonna bulk up by starting with my ass. My stomach is flat already so we'll leave that alone for a while, but the bottom needs to be 20 years old, not pre-pubescent boy bottom. I found this website called The Haute Bunny, where all these different workout tips are placed and posted.

 

 

The entire routine is quick, and it doesn't take long, so I decided to give it a try beforer work. Less than 10 minutes later I had to go outside in the 30 degree weather just too cool off. I did this workout twice today and I can really feel it in my buns. This better be good.

 

 

My dream guy

 

I'm not really the one for sappy romance stories. In high school, I told myself all the time that this moment, right here, right now, I might finally meet "the one" who sweeps me off my feet. That's not to say that I don't think love doesn't exist, it does..but growing up I never witnessed love: my parents hated each other so much that it was the norm and like 'meh' to me, loved ones either died, went crazy, lost it, divorced, etc, just something always happening.

 

To me the perfect guy wouldn't be good looks and an awesome body, it would be someone who makes me laugh and can put up with my sarcasm, weird sense of humor, and cray-cray mood swings. But then again, I want a GUY, when I hold his hand, I don't want it to feel like mine, I want it to feel manly, I don't want him to smell like roses, I want that guy smell, and most of all, I don't want him to be like "ok,  ok, ok, ok," to everything I say, I don't want a robot. But I am just a teeny bit shallow, I have to be able to look you in the face.

 

 

 

varsity fashion

 

I don't know if it was because of the recent issue of NYLON magazine or what, but I now have this strange facination with varsity fashion, like that vintage stuff that was worn in high schools and to the sock hops in good ol' retro America.

 

Betty Sue and Wally are going to the diner tonight to eat burgers, share milkshakes, and maybe, they'll hold hands!!

Sally Jean in the back thinks Wally is pretty keen, too. He IS pretty keen,  he has what we of the future call Swag. Look at him, flipped hair, hands in his jeans, Betty Sue, you better hold that hand tight!

 

I already have a letterman jacket that I boughtat forever 21 last summer, but it's too small and the pockets zip and its more like a small jacket instead of a protective jacket that I wanted. My dad has a jacket like that with the chicago bulls logo on the sleeves, but it's been years since I've seen that jacket. Oh well. But what I REALLY want is one of those sweaters with the 'unknown letter' as in, 'what does that stand for?'

 

 

WantWantWantWantWant!!!!!

 



 

 

 

2013 Things-I-Want-To-Do

According to the Mayan calandar, we all will meet our demise next Friday. But just in case that doesn't work out, I have a list of things I wish to actually accomplish in 2013. 

I wouldn't actually call them goals, because goals are defined as "the result or achievement toward which effort is directed."

Things-I-Want-To-Do are defined as "Things I'm gonna attempt to do and if they don't work out then fuck it."

 

Because, don't get me wrong, I set goals this year, and I have accomplished them with great sucess, but the pressure to achieve them was too much, and I placed a bunch of stress on myself.

 

So here are the list I have so far of the things I want to do in 2013 and if they don't work out then fuck it:

 

 

Join a Gym

 

This is one of those new years resolutions that people make, but I'm dead serious; there's a gym up the street that has everything, and I'm scrawny and I want that beach bod. If I can accomplish this, it means that I did well enough to conquer my laziness!

 

 

Travel to Canada

 

One of my older siblings lives a few miles away from the US/Canadian border, and they make trips there frequently. The only thing is I have to get a passport to get into the country. I'm not sure whether I want to go to Montreal (which is closer, and more French) in Quebec, or Toronto, which is..Toronto. I don't really know much about Canada, because here in America, we don't really care (sorry Canadians!), in fact, we don't see Canada as Canada; Anywhere north of the US is usually considered oblivion.

 

 

Celebrate my 21st Birthday in Style

 

My 20th birthday was depressing on purpose. I knew that I was leaving those dreaded teenage years behind, but when I look at myself and look at my life, I looked like a 16 year old, I lived like a 13 year old - boy that is, and I felt like an 86 year old. I didn't even want to go out to eat or anything. Since I am turning the legal drinking age in '13, I am gonna get wasted, which were originally NOT my intentions, but my new motto for '13 is "fuck it", so not only will I get wasted, I am gonna get chocolate-wasted. My sister wanted us to all fly to vegas and celebrate, but I am thinking of heading back to New Orleans and enjoy it non-family vacation style this time, yep, I am gonna go to the Zydeco clubs and dance with a drink in one hand and...well I can't dance with 2 drinks.

 

FINALLY embrace my natural hair.

 

This one shouldn't be a problem. I have had braids in my hair for 5 months now with a break in between, and I think my hair is making progress, I just need to take better care of it.

 

Get a Tattoo and A Piercing

 

Hell, why not?

 

Embrace the Recession

 

Where the hell have I been while my bank account was being depleted? I'm gonna start extreme couponing instead of looking at the paper and letting my dogs pee on it. And guess what else, there are thrift stores around town where the clothes are $.25 to $1.50 during the week, and they still have the tags on them, I figured I could start a blog about what I find in the thrift stores and compare them to that expensive shit in the magazines, and millions of people will read that blog just like they read this one! YAY!!



 

- Remember, you can't spell sassy without ASS.!