120/365 - poetry & expression

I photoshopped me some veins. I shouldn't have had to because I'm paler than Voldemort's left butt cheek, but  I thought they looked kinda cool this way. Whatevs. Nobody cares anyway I'm just RAMBLING. Surprise, surprise.

I've had Lady Gaga's Lovegame stuck in my head all. freaking. day. I can't stop silently reciting the lyrics. Nor can I stop singing it. This is becoming a problem. For example, as I was making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for dinner I was all: "DO YOU WANT LOVE DO YOU WANT FAME ARE YOU IN THE GAME."

My family is concerned. The dog is hiding under the table. My brain hurts from singing that song so much.

And I'm pretty sure I know all the words now.

119/365 - somebody that i used to know

Look at that BOKEH. Sh!t like that makes me stupidly happy and I have no idea why. YEAH BOKEH.

Anywho. Ummm so today was kinda boring. Ran errands with my mom and went out to lunch with her & my grandma. Now I'm back home and reading and making art and being lazy. I didn't work out today and I felt guilty, but then remembered that I walked up and down literally every aisle of Lowe's today so I'm probably good. :p

118/365 - understanding nature

This tasted really bad. You know, just FYI.

Anywho. I'm officially on Easter Break until Tuesday! Wooooot! Will try and take decent pics during mah break. :)

117/365 - happiness & joy

C.S. Lewis is my dead author boyfriend. (Because that's totally NOT creepy or anything). :p

116/365 - happiness & letting go

I hate shaving my legs. 

I always end up looking like I've been attacked by rabid, bloodthirsty possums when it's all said and done. Unfortunately, women having hairless legs is one societal norm that I actually agree with and so it goes that I must grapple with the disturbing task of hair removal. 

I am fundamentally against Nair (because not only does it remove hair, but also the first layer of skin) and laser removal seems like some vaguely Star Trek-ish form of torture. So that leaves razors.

I am a known danger with sharp and/or pointy objects. I sliced my finger open once while making guacamole and had to have 3 stitches, sewn in by a man who looked sort of like Steve Martin in Baby Mama, pony tail and all. (Seriously, guys, I can't make this stuff up). So it should come as no surprise that me + a razor = bloody disaster. As evidenced above, there is always carnage when I shave my legs. And regardless of the blood gore...there will ALWAYS be one strip of hair that I've missed. I've just gotten used to the whole thing now. I've accepted that I will never be good at shaving my legs and moved on.

And that concludes this week's segment of TMI. Tune in next week when I will discuss my chronic dry skin!

115/365 - lost & found

Must finish English paper. Even though we got to choose our topics this go round and I am completely enamored with mine (nonrealistic fiction)...I've somehow gotten myself stuck. So I should probably get off blogger and go fix my damn paper. Blarrrghghhhh. 

114/365 - blue

Not particularly proud of this. However, I have no time for anything better. Still buried beneath a mountain of homework & I have a headache. :(