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Hey. I see you're drinking 1%. Is that 'cause you think you're fat? Cause you're not. You could be drinking whole if you wanted... OH HEY. HOW YOU DOOOOIN'?

Yeah, that's right. LOOK AT THAT FLATTERY. You see, I thought if I flattered you guys silly then it would perhaps compensate for lack of posting as you'd be blushing like MAD right now. Am I right? Am I right? YEAH, I'M RIGHT. Hah!

Anyways, I have an excuse for not posting: 1) I JUST got home. (and I've been doing nothing since. So I should be updating. But that doesn't make sense if I labeled such a reason for an excuse. So therefore all these words are in brackets as a secondary issue and blah blah blah.) 2) MY STUPID COMPUTER DIED. For real. It doesn't turn on. And it makes a noise as though it's going to barf up all its contents. Damn. I gave that thing 4 years of my life. 4 YEARS. And how does it repay me?! I hope we can patch things up... Mac's the only mac out there for me. I can't see being with any other Mac at this point. It's all... too raw. But you know, things change. Humans and Macs go in different directions. Different paths. It's not fair. Life's not fair.

MOVING ON. (do you follow the MULTIPLE meanings of those words? Aw yeah.)

As I've said, I just got home. Ish. A few days ago. In memory of Guatemala, I've decided to wear this mask (from Guatemala) whenever I go outside in public. My mummy says I'm special... HAH! FOOLED YA. I don't ACTUALLY wear this mask! (in public.) Only for pictures because I'm a poser like that. (But hey, I reck'n it'd be a good conversation starter, no?)



The mask is just SO FLY (yeah, I never say fly. But GET IT?! Fly?! Birds?! Bird Mask?! I'm hilarious!) that my sister decided to take a selfie with it. Pffshh. Dork!


In case you're super observant or a SPY KID (I put that in Caps to emphasize how ridiculous COOL it'd be if one my my readers' was a SPY KID. Aw yeah, childhood idols anyone? Anyone?!), then you would have perhaps realized I have ink on my wrist in a picture above the last. I got a tat. KIDDING. I have a newfound obsession with giving myself fake tattoos. Because, you know, I look cultural and artsy and stuff... I secretly want to be LA Ink. I also want to be an explorer. (But I might have just said the latter to tie into this picture. YOU WILL NEVER KNOW.)


ALSO, while we're onto close ups and such... MEET MY FAVOURITE SHOES FROM THE EIGHTH GRADE (aw, I sound so American... "The eighth grade.") Fun fact: I'm an extreme hoarder when it comes to clothing and shoes. As in, "Oh hey, I miiight wear that ugly vest with the Hannah Montana emblem one day. You simply NEVER KNOW." (This vest doesn't actually exist in my closet. It's merely an EXAMPLE. I swear!) And therefore my room is LITERALLY my closet. Literally. I have belts on the side of my bed. And I sleep over my sweaters and shorts. And Taylor Lautner. No, I'm kidding. That was a JOKE. Taylor Lauter? Psh. I'm OBVIOUSLY Team Edward! (That was also a joke. I hate Twilight. I'm just being, you know, CHEEKY and stuff. Giggle.)


Anyways. Guatemala was oodles of fun. I'll post pictures soon. I like the word oodle.



And doesn't it seem like the place where you'd meet a lot of interesting people. Like, "Oh yes. Whilst hostel-hopping (you know? Like club-hopping? But with HOSTELS? new term, boo yeah!), I met just THE most interesting people."


But then, this got me thinking, well WHAT MAKES A PERSON INTERESTING?! I mean, we can obviously play the whole, "Well, EVERYONE'S interesting!" Which is true. But I'm talking about, you know, those people that you meet and you just thinking "WOW. I met this person and they were just SO interesting." Is it their stories? Their personality? Their viewpoint? It's almost like, to borrow a phrase from those amazing pieces of literature (aka TABLOIDS), there's a certain "IT Quality!" (You know, I've heard it through the grapevine that poor Brad as just simply lost it since being a father. (and now I sound like I'm talking about his virginity? Damn.))



I must admit that I definitely use my clothing to convey being interesting. Like, "oh hey, I don't wear skinny jeans so I'm interesting! And really pretentious, apparently!" But, rest assured, I don't consider myself an interesting person. Not really. But then again, of COURSE everyone's interesting. I guess the beauty of the world is that no one's life can be replicated by another person: everyone undergoes different experiences and meets different people and endures different challenges that shape who they are and how they think and, yeah, it's all pretty interesting.

^ Oh and by the way. BIRD'S EYE VIEW. BIRD MASK. GET IT.

(Shirt - Thrifted $1, Shorts - Value Village/Thrifted $10, Hat - Value Village/Thrifted $3, Belts - Thrifted $1 each, Shoes - Aldo $15, Awesome Bird Mask - Guatemala, Jewelry - Assorted)

So, in conclusion, everyone's different. And here's what I want YOU to do.
Comment this:
(I GUESS YOU COULD SAY)
I AM INTERESTING BECAUSE
__________________________________.

(You fill in that blank.)

Plain and simple. Something interesting about you. I'm also going to assume that we're all going to sound rather pretentious, so do not fret. YOU ARE GOING TO SOUND PRETENTIOUS AND THAT'S OKAY. I like you and I want to know why you're interesting. (I last minute added the "I guess you could say" part because now we don't have to fret about sounding silly. BOO YEAH I'M CLEVER.)

I guess you could say I am interesting because I'm NOT your generic teenage girl. I don't believe in labels. I don't believe in conformity. Rather, I believe in being different and following dreams. And hell yeah, Imma do both. Worrrrrd. (I also pretend I'm gangstah.)

YOUR TURN.