I’m In Here by Sia
A year long exposure of the Toronto Skyline.
by: Michael Chrisman | via:
pinhole camera | total exposure time? 31,536,000 seconds
- Eileen: I'm cold!
- Mom: It's Winter!
- Mom: Did you see what she's wearing?
- Katt: What?
- Mom: Long socks, a poncho... and shorts!
- Mom: You know you get colder when your extremities are exposed.
- Mom: And her butt sticks out, so it's an extremity.
Somebody That I Used To Know by Gotye Feat. Kimbra
True dat.
(Source: ziftyy, via belotheavens)
In recent weeks I have somehow become prone to car sickness. And when I mean prone, I mean, like, all the effing time. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it was over that one day I got sick after eating something that had gone bad, because we all know how I like to eat nasty crap. I mean, I don’t intentionally eat things that have gone bad, it’s just that this day I was really hungry and desperate enough to think to myself: “It’s only been two days. AND it’s been in the fridge. AND my dad did say food is still good even after it’s been in there for a week.” (Which, by the way, I fully denied and cringed at in disgust when he told me this nifty, little fact. So clearly, I was really hungry and really desperate.)
So on the way home from Long Beach tonight, I started to feel sick again and mentioned it to my mom. I don’t know what it is with my mom about starting a conversation twenty minutes after the subject has been brought up, but this is what she did. Randomly (and twenty minutes late) she goes and says: “You know, the reason why you and I are getting sick a lot probably has something to do with our weight.” Thanks, Mom. Thanks. “Because I noticed that I only started to get heartburn after I gained weight, and lately I’ve been getting nauseous too.” Oh, that’s nice. “We have to watch what we eat, Katie.” No seriously, Mom, I stopped listening to you after you mentioned my weight.
I am crying inside. The little girl in me is crying. The one on the outside is whining, and fake crying. When you know you’re supposed to do the “right thing” and “what’s best” for you and “eat healthy”, but you don’t want to. But really, I know all of this. It’s just difficult to stomach after it’s been told to you straight. (GET IT?!) Anyways, I know I should be hitting the gym more often, but I’ve been using the excuse that it’s probably shit-crazy in there right after New Year’s, you know, with all the New Years resolutions and all. I figured I could wait a week or two for things to slow down, because that’s usually the amount of time it takes for people to realize that they’ve been going to the gym everyday (give or take a few days) and it’s about time they get a reward for it. A.K.A. a Cinnabon, or a Krispy Kream original glaze, or a whole, mother-effing chocolate cake. Hey! Hey, you! You see that? That’s your New Years resolution, in the form of 200 to 1000 calories, IN ONE SERVING, down the toilet. Literally.
I bought five jars of microbeads before I knew what to do with them, so I had to.
And nothing has changed. Well, the weather got a little warmer. And though this fact might make some nervous with the date fast approaching, it’s kind of cool that you can wear Summer attire mid-Winter.
My room is still a mess. Stuff is on the floor and my desk is more of a shelf than an actual work space. I don’t have any picture frames on the wall and I’m still missing a closet door. Come to think of it, it’s been almost a year since I started my room renovations. Honestly, I’ve already gotten used to the way my “new room” looks. There are just a few details, I guess, missing, which keeps me from showing you guys the “before and after”. But hey, that’s one way to start the new year… finishing last year’s projects. Ba-dam-tsch!
“What Are You Doing New Years Eve?”
I have come to terms with the fact that I haven’t blogged for an entire month and can no longer do anything to fix it. I mean, it’s the end of the month. If I had a time machine, yeah, I could and would. But you know, the whole “I-could-drastically-change-the-future” thing is kind of a problem. And I would never take that chance. For a blog? No.
Well… no. I wouldn’t.
I mean, like, if there was no chance that I could possibly ruin my future for the sake of my blog, yeah, I would. But I don’t really know how that whole space time continuum thing works, so I wouldn’t take that chance. Not like I could, you know, with time machines not existing and all.
But if they did, I mean, you know.
Essie: The Resort Collection Mini Color Cube, with Lion Around, Da Bush, Fair Game and Your Hut or Mine.
Original price $16.99, on sale for $9.99 at TJ Maxx!
I would give anything to have the “problems” I had in high school.
… If I may jump straight to the point. Ha.
A gift receipt, as defined by the oh-so-reliable Google, is “a receipt that omits the price paid for the object, which is a courtesy to those who want to give a gift, enabling the recipient to return it without him or her knowing how much was paid.” (Insert additional ‘Ha!’ here, sprinkled with a pinch of BULLSHIT!)
As you can tell, my Christmas shopping is underway and a topic has been brought to my attention. While in the process of purchasing a gift for a future “gift recipient”, I suddenly thought, “Hey, I should get a gift receipt!” So I did, and didn’t give much thought to it in the minutes after. But coming home after two hours of shopping and half of my check list of gifts done, I thought to myself, ‘Damn, I’m good! I got half my check list done in two hours!’ But I also realized how pointless it is to ask for a gift receipt in the first place. I know there’s a better word to describe my feelings towards this piece of paper, but my brain doesn’t work so well when trying to put down an inanimate object. Plus, it’s like, really late.
But seriously, here’s the situation:
Someone has just given you a gift and - OH! What’s this? A gift receipt at the bottom of the bag? How convenient! Because as much as you love dressing up, you don’t think Barbie appeals to your generation anymore. Darn. And so you head to the store, priceless receipt and gift in hand, with the intention of getting a different gift of your choosing, but at the same price.
But wait! Isn’t the point of giving a gift receipt so that the recipient isn’t made aware of how much was spent on the gift in the first place? So if they were to return the gift, they could get something else with the money you spent on the original? But how will they know how much they can spend on the new gift? How will they know if they’re under budget and may possibly get something more? What if they’re over budget and have to pay the difference on their own gift? All these questions and concerns and - BAM! The employee at the store gives you a gift card. “Your remaining balance is $13.04. Can I help you with anything else today?”
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]Set Fire To The Rain by Adele
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