Who's that girl, what's her name, is she cool? is she lame?

I have one million thoughts I would like to share.
So I will.
...
Not literally a million though. I could, but you would most certainly tire of me.
And I do not want that.
I like you.
I think.


Discovery.
While doing a grammar check on a letter to a friend, I discovered I frequently talk using the passive voice. Not of any significance, I just thought this was an interesting tidbit.

Also, I had a moment of nostalgia last night. While browsing through youtube, I stumbled upon a video of 90's cartoon theme music.

I started with:

 

I was actually more into Digimon and Beyblade 

Which lead me to:

Which lead me to:

Which led me to:

This was probably my favorite cartoon.

And I'll stop there, because I am actually getting away from the point I was going to make.

Which is:

I think last night I discovered why I like red hair sooooo much.
I credit the cartoons I watched growing up. Take Pepper Ann. Red hair. Weird. Fantastic.
Sally Acorn.
...
So I don't actually remember much about Sally Acorn, besides her hair color. I do distinctively remember desperately wanting to be her though. For serious.

I had a longer train of thought for this, but I got redistracted with cartoon themes. Point being. Cartoons changed my life ;)


Although, if I was to choose a theme song that defines my childhood tv watching it would be a toss up between

   and

Although, I am not saying Voyager was my favorite Star Trek. It is not. I am just saying I remember always watching it. Always.
That and Road to Avonly and Wind at My Back....

>_>

But let's just focus on the cool things, shall we? :P

I also remember begging my basketball coach to cut practice short so I could make it home in time for Stargate (yeah, I played basketball in elementary school. I thought I was soooo good. I probably sucked in reality, but, whatever. Confidence is key). I had THE BIGGEST CRUSH on Daniel Jackson. Like seriously. Huge crush. If I could have any job, it would be his. The only thing that would make it/him more perfect is if he painted. That would be cool. Like the cherry on top.

My language and writing style has been going all over. My apologies. Slight fangirl moment >_>

I think, tomorrow, I might skip class and just draw people.  

This thought was special, so it deserved it's own font.

The digit ratio of A. afarensis does not interest me.

So I will share with you this quote.

"I desire the company of a man who could sympathize with me, whose eyes would reply to mine. You may deem me romantic, my dear sister, but I bitterly feel the want of a friend. I have no one near me, gentle yet courageous, possessed of a cultivated as well as of a capacious mind, whose tastes are like my own, to approve or amend my plans. How would such a friend repair the faults of your poor brother! I am too ardent in execution and too impatient of difficulties."Letter 2, Frankenstein.
Mary Shelly

I relate to this at the moment.

I can't think of a good title, but this is a happy post.

So, before I start with the actual blog, I would just like to inform you that my word of the week seems to be "delightful." I will more than likely use it excessively in this post ^_^

Now to begin.

I had to work today, which I actually wasn't too stoked on. I had wayyyyy too much sugar for breakfast (eggos and hot chocolate-the breakfast of champions ^_^), so I felt rather ill going in. Also, today is a public holiday. This usually means that all the grumpy, nasty people crawl out of their holes to bring absolute joy (please note the sarcasm) to unsuspecting sales people. Deeeeeelightful. *grumpy face*
Today was different. With the exception of ONE disgruntled customer, everyone was wonderful. In fact, most were beyond wonderful; they were the perfect customer-straight to the point, yet open for natural conversation.
There was a tie today for the most delightful costumer.
The first lady was older. At first, she was kind of frustrated with pants sizes, BUT it is amazing what kindness can do to a grumpy face. She started talking about my hair and how she used to do it like that when she was my age. I got to hear some life stories and interesting tidbits. We eventually started talking about classic movie stars. She said I reminded her of some of them, and she was so happy that "there are still some young ladies who know what class is." This is probably the best compliment I have ever received. Live ever ever. I think I may enjoy being called classy even more than I like being called cute, which used to be my favorite (mainly because, to me, cute is more than looks; it is also about personality.)

The second lady was a joy from the moment she walked into the store. She was olderish with an accent. She said "ya" a lot, and made fun of herself for doing so :P She also complimented my hair and said she used to do hers like that. She called me refined ^_^ She asked how I did it, which I explained. A coworker joined in the conversation saying my hair is always nice, and I should start a business. The lady said she would be glad to be my first customer :P (I didn't want to be rude, so I didn't mention how much the thought of touching a strangers head disgusts me XD) The lady wandered away after this, and I continued with whatever it was I was doing. Before she left, she once again complimented me on my hair, and said "When young ladies like you do this, it makes them look older in a nice way and classy. If I was to do this again, I would look like a babushka!" XD Like I said, she was an absolute joy! ^_^
I wish costumers were that wonderful everyday. I would actually enjoy working with people then :P

 

I had my hair done something like this.

Not the curls, but just at the headband stage.

Another happy things is I FINALLY GOT THE NAKED PALETTE! SOOOO STOKED! The colors are gorgeous, and now I feel like I can throw out a lot of my so-so eyeshadows. yay!




I seem to be in such a good mood lately. I give b-vitamins and multivitamins full credit for this.

Life. Is. Amazing.

Dearest life. You are wonderful. I am excited. No, make that nervous. I am fantastically nervous for what is in store. I love this feeling. It is like falling in love. But not with some silly boy/man/person, but with possibilities, with the endless, magnificent possibilities of the future. Life. Is. Amazing.

This may just be the meds talking, but...

I have decided I want to be a beautiful person. No, I do not mean an attractive person, or a pretty person, or person who has artificial beauty. This has nothing to do with looks. This has to do with the inside, the soul, the very core of one's being. I want people to meet me and be inspired, or, at the very least, be curious. I want to change things, people, situations. No more just settling or just doing. I want to be, to live. I want an adventure, my adventure, to begin. I want to be able to overcome fears and insecurities, and to be honest about said fears and insecurities. No more being afraid of people and the damage they are capable of inflicting. I want to realize the endless potential and beauty in every person  I want to be able to express my thoughts and feelings in a way that truly connects with people. I want to be genuine, to be nice. To be absolutely wonderful to everyone.

To be sincerely beautiful.

This is what I want.




....I would also like to be neater/more organized. Not as "woah golly gee" deep, but it goes with the whole "self-improvement" theme of this post. :)

"Having a luck dragon with you is the only way to go on a quest. "

It's weird, this whole "being grown up" thing. I know I should feel different...but I really don't. As awfully immature as this might be, I still think almost the exact same way I did as when I was little. I still hold out hope that, one day, Peter Pan will show up apologetically at my window sill, explaining it's all Tinkerbell's fault that he had not arrived sooner. He will take me away to Never Never Land, where we will spend our days teasing old, smelly pirates....but that's only if Navi or Falcor don't beat him to that window sill of mine ^_~
Deep down, although probably not quite as deep as one would expect for someone of my age, there is part of me that secretly hopes that my dog is actually a dragon in disguise. In fact, if this is the case, she will not die; but merely get tired of pretending to be something as trivial as a dog.
I guess the only difference between when I was younger and now, is I just know these thoughts aren't really ones I should generally share with others if I am, or ever will be, interested in being friends with them :)

Anywho, enough of the random thoughts I had while in the bathtub. On to the life update.

My beloved darling Hurbert has died. He developed this thing called dropsy and, despite my serious devotion to his treatment routine, he passed away yesterday afternoon. I will miss him dearly, although my two other fishes seem rather glad that he is gone. Insensitive, I know. They have been extremely sociable and happier than I have ever seen them :\

This blog is going all over the place. I apologize.

I changed my plug in my bathroom (to have aforementioned bath) today and HOLY BAJEZERS! I don't think that drain had EVER been clean. Like never ever never. I was going to film me taking out the plug, but I decided I would be a good friend and save you the awful image of what I pulled out of there. The only words to describe it are slimy and beyond absolutely disgusting. I will say no more on this matter.

I think that's it for now. I can't really think of anything else that has happened. OH! I did attempt to make Yorkshire pudding with my roast chicken yesterday. It turned out as Yorkshire flatbread. Yay me >_<

Holy Bajesus, Beauty and the Beast is SOO Dramatic!

This could have also been titled, "I think Gaston is the reason I don't find super muscley men attractive." or "WHAT THE EFF DID THEY DO TO THE COLORS?!"

So Shandra and I are watching Beauty and the Beast, because...I actually forget now. Something to do with remembering songs from it, I think. Anyways. They ruined my childhood. This is not how the movie is supposed to be. It is bright. And now there is some stupid song about being human. This. Is. Ridiculous.

Anywho. On to something less whiny...

Today, I was researching dog breeds. Yes, that is something I do for fun in my spare time. Anwyhos...I was looking at what kind of dog I should *hypothetically* get. So, first off, I was looking just randomly. I was interested in the Affenpinscher...mostly because, when it is groomed, it looks exactly like an Ewok ^_^ But, that thought didn't last long. I then found a video of cute little Italian Greyhounds playing with each other. And I fell in want. THEY ARE FREAKEN ADORABLE!!! However, upon further research, I discovered that the break easy annnnd have a bit of an attitude problem (they will poo in the house just to get back at youO_o) and they are incredibly difficult to housetrain. Not exactly the type of dog I would call ideal. I decided that maybe the next size up would be less breakable...that would at least get rid one of the issues. Turns out they are not really like the li'l greyhounds at all. Nicer, easy to train, but require a poop load more excerise, and, like most sighthounds, can't really be let off leash and are near impossible to recal. Less than ideal again. BUT a few rabbit trail links later, I found out about a longhaired variety. Prettier, but with the same problems.

BUT THAT LED ME TO ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DOG BREED I HAVE EVER SEEN!!

(Side note: I just realized that, instead of just pressing caps lock, I hold down the shift key with my ring finger on my left hand, and continue typing with the rest of my fingers. Does anyone else do that??)  They are called Silken Windhound. They aren't a fully recognized breed, which usually turns me off a breed, BUT this isn't just some oodle-poo sillyness type breeding :P They lady that bred them original bred Borzois, but wanted to start on a second breed; one that was smaller than the Borzoi. Instead of going through the WHOLE history right here, click this link for the entire breed history annnd pretty pictures :)
So yeah, I am in MAJOR want. My dog mood goes changes so often though. Just a few weeks ago, I thought the perfect breed for me was a Neapolitan Mastiff. Quite a change, eh?

The little blinky thing that says where I am writing disappeared about five sentences back, and I am having an incredibly hard time typing without for some strange reason....

I also painted today. I will post a picture tomorrow, or whenever I actually think it is a finished enough to show off :P

And that concludes my rather successful day of non room/house cleaning. I own at procrastination... ^_^