#psychedelictrip

Don't you ever wish life was a musical? Oh wait. IT'S HAPPENING RIGHT NOW. OH MY GOLLY. Do you see it? We're all doing the macarana (I don't know why. That's the only dance I know (save for Travolta and Troy (High school music reference for dem young 'uns))) and singing "REUUNITTTED AND IT FEEELS SO GOOOOD." (First time I heard that song? That's so Raven. Please tell me someone else saw that episode. Twas with Stanley. Man, Stanley had swagga that would rival even Mr. JBIEBZ.)

Sidetracked. In conclusion, this is your cue to, you know, start doing the macarana and commence singing Reunited... SO MUCH FUN. GO.

Yes, I'm back! I know. After 10 days, 12 hours, and 37 minutes. But who's counting? Not me. (Really, not me. Those numbers would/ could be a TOTAL LIE. And you wouldn't know. Unless, of course, you have been counting. OH HAI THAR STALKER! *Insert awkward sideways heart symbol thing here*)


Insignificant things that have occurred since I saw you all last: I completed six examinations, I almost missed one of them due to fake snow days (long story? yes), I definitely lost my arm circulation due to ridiculously long history exam, and I'm ON HOLIDAY. Can I get a falalala? Please? (Someone comment a "falalala" so I know that we are soulm8z.)


So crazy that it's already the HOLIDAYS. Time has flown by like no other. It feels like school was just starting yesterday. Before I know it, I'll be an old lady glued onto my ancient macbook with my little grandbabies going, "Grandma, what are you doing?" and I'll be like, "Oh, darlings, just this silly ole' blog granny has had since she was child to compensate for her lack of life." They will grant me a strange look of "WTF IS A BLOG?" before proceeding to play on their iphone 9000 or spaceship or whatever's all that in the future.


Oh, yeah, another thing that seemed to happen since I saw you last... I turned seventeen. I'm feeling bizarrely old, which is definitely a sign that I'm due for a midlife crisis by the time I'm twenty. Whatever. It's just that seventeen's such an awkward number. Something to do with not being divisable. And that I can't even drive. I mean, that was a joke. Pfft. (IT'S NOT MY FAULT I'M ONLY ALLOWED TO DRIVE IN EMPTY PARKING LOTS. PARKING LOTS AREN'T EMPTY UNTIL AFTER 6. I'M NOT ALLOWED TO DRIVE IN THE DARK. IT'S DARK AFTER 6. WHY AM I SHOUTING? sothere.)

I find gifts and birthdays somewhat unnecessary (especially if the latter is squished in the middle of examinations leading to a less-then-celebratory-mood.) But mommy dearest was very kind! In addition to some jewelry, I got this giant portfolio that will only contribute to my air of hipster-ness (duh) and an Alexander McQueen book. AHH SO MUCH BEAUTY. Does McQueen make anyone else cry? I want to indulge him all day, err' day.

Daddy dearest truly outdid himself this year. Really. He is the type to quip up "Oh yeah... well, I paid for your gift!" which I adore. But this year he GOT ME LINDT CHOCOLATES! From Swiss Chalet! Which he got free. From his colleague. His words exactly, "Yeah, he bought me a lunch. I was going to give you the Swiss Chalet bun too (!!!) because I know you like it. But then I ate it because I was hungry." My dad is seriously awesome.

(Shirt - Value Village $3, Pants - Value Village $6, Belts - Thrifted $1 each, Shoes - Value Village $7, Jewelry - Assorted)

Anyways, I'm back! And the holidays are here! I'm ridiculously excited. I know that they'll be over in a blink and I'll go back to this post and be all "And I said that they'd be over in the blink" (my Raven-tendencies are uncanny.) Creative gremlins are already exuding from my temples and I can't wait. Hopefully lots of posts filled with the things I love. Namely, myself. Kidding. Kidding. Kind of. (But I'm feeling very narcissistic with the amount of "me" that goes in this blog. But whatever. ITZ MY BLOG SUCKERZ.) (that was mature.)

Kisskiss!
How has life been as of late? Extra points for a pun. I was going to say "awesome" pun. But I didn't. Because ANY pun is an awesome pun! Just... say a pun. (Fact 8213 you should know about me: I love puns. They're so... punny. Hah!)