This is my coin portion from all my tips. I call it my "Tips from you know what...lol" jar. You know. Implying stuff. Stuff like I sell myself. You know. Like I'm a prostitute. But I'm not. I would be a lot richer. It's super full now though. So it's about time to visit a Coinstar. How much do you think's in there? I'm going to guess...$44. Yep. $44.
I took a nap earlier and the bf woke me up for dinner and since Celia helps her mama with everything she didn't appreciate being woken up for orange chicken and rice.
I went to Target looking for sunglasses cases to protect my fragile little baby aviators, only to find out that they didn't carry them (contrary to what it says on their website) so I bitterly made my way to the canned vegetable aisle (on the website I found these really cute polka dot black ones that I'll probably end up having to order and pay fucking shipping and shit) for my oranges, and when I headed to check out every aisle had a million people with a million things in their carts--when I spotted an empty one. I started over, when just before I got there this fucking target employee with a basket full of stuff cut in front of me and threw all her stuff down. Damn straight I stared at her, and I stared at her good. I stared at all the shit she was getting too, and she knew it, she saw me, and you can bet your bottom dollar I saw those spanx you were buying old lady, I saw the shit out of those things, I hope you're embarrassed when you're squeezing into them thinking "I shouldn't have cut that girl. She saw the shit out of these things." So I had to wait like five minutes when my transaction took five seconds. Bitch.
I fucking love the shit out of these canned oranges.
Hopefully they're healthy. Or at least won't kill me; I'm on a can a day. I'm addicted.
PS I made that bowl in Ceramics.
To give you perspective on what it's like to be me, blind and with a cracked screen, I was on Pinterest this morning (first thing), and when I saw this I thought it was a group of girls posing with each other.
I've been accessorizing on Pinterest lately, and I went to the mall to execute what I call Operation: Accessorize. I went to Forever 21 (great prices, btw), Claire's (not so great prices, btw), and Old Navy, and bought 12 rings, a pair of earrings, and shoes, and only managed to spend one dollar. (Because of tips lately and a gift card. Go me.)
I'm such a little fashionista. And a fashionista is a fashionista till death. Can't stop won't stop. And other things people say. What I still need now and might turn to online stores is ear cuffs. Because I'm not getting anymore piercings. But I want more decoration.
I fucking love taking pictures of shit on my coffee table. With the sun coming through like that it makes everything look so magical. So I had to take a pic of my One Year Anniversary scrapbook because...well, just look at how god dang majestic it is:
I've accepted that I will never be able to get the color I once had laying out by the pool all summer during my early years of college with my schedule, so I got an idea--tanning lotions. I'm too lazy and cheap to get a spray tan, and tanning beds just kill you, have you seen Final Destination? So I did what I always do when I get an idea, I went to Pinterest and researched organic alternatives. One that came up was a DIY where you just add cocoa powder to lotion, so I stopped by Target on my way home from work and got some Hershey's. I made it, and it worked, but the fact that I was covered in chocolate kind of grossed me out so I rinsed off in the shower. But now I have this:
And I'm excited to try it.
Ms. Lana Del Rey,
Hello. How are you?
Who are you?
And why have I only just heard of you?
You're so pretty.
And I love your lyrics.
Also, while I'm on the subject, who comes up with them?
What the fuck do they mean?
It doesn't really matter, for they are beautiful.
However, I feel like you're telling a story through implied connotation, and I feel left out.
Because I'm like "What?"
But I still love you.
There you have it. A limerick. Or something. It's whatever you want it to be. Maybe a love letter.
I finally got some fake flowers for the dining table, I can't even tell you how long I've been looking at them, so hopefully Celia doesn't eat them, and I got this cute little lantern on sale for $2.99. I never knew Hobby Lobby had so many amazing deals, I got four flowers, some wax, the lantern, and a styrofoam block for $11. No one loves a good sale more than me.
Good Will, Big Lots, Hobby Lobby: ☑️
Unshaven, out of shape reading time while listening to unusually unsummery songs on the balcony in the sun: ☑️
I was a little bummed all day yesterday since I never realized it was summer, so it's crunch time: I need to make up for an entire month of waste. So, how do we do that? Do as many summer things as I can at one time.
Let's see, how do I define summer:
Sleeping in: ☑️
Watching cartoons on a lazy morning: ☑️
Be out in the sun
Watching a shit ton of movies about summer (The Notebook is traditional)
Read The Notebook and other Sparks novels
Kay, I can do that last one and I'll also be in the sun while I drive places, so there we go. And I'll finally look for the pool key in my car and I could possibly go swimming since it's nice out. Good. Good plan.
I watch Teen Titans Go! every morning before I go to work and it feels good to be watching it now and not have to go. Heart eyes.
I just had a dream that I had April from Parks and Rec's bangs and I remember thinking "OH MY GOD I'M KEEPING THEM."
I, like, legitimately love the fucking shit out of Parks and Rec. I mean, it's a comedy, yeah, but there's some serious drama in it too--a pleasant surprise. April and Andy? The best. Also, Blue Jeans. If you haven't listened to it yet do it, it's mind blowing. I'm trying to figure out how to turn it into a project, but nothing seems to fit. Slanty face.
I made these teacup candles today and the experience was pretty magical. It's warm, the sun is out, the windows were open, Beach Boys radio in my ear, kitty rubbing up against my legs--making candles. It was a very summery kind of feeling and I loved it.
Good thing I remembered it's summer or I would've worked my sucky little minimum wage job right through without knowing it...
Because of this, I've written Facebook a letter:
Words cannot express how much I appreciate this new graphic content censor. Yes they can. I appreciate this new graphic censor, because I don't want to see people killing a dolphin.
Not if I can help it.
Olivia Pope and Arya, my two favorite people in one picture. I'm surprised my brain hasn't exploded from the awesomeness.