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An Open Letter to My Future Mate

15 Mar

WHOA she’s so short

Some thoughts trampling through my head have become this note to my (potentially nonexistent) future mate:

I don’t like to share my feelings, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have them.

I don’t get angry, I get even. Passive aggression runs in my family.

If you’re going to ask me to do the dishes, ask verrryyy nicely. Otherwise I won’t clean out the mugs and you’ll get week-old oatmeal in your coffee.

I wasn’t kidding about the passive aggression.

I get defensive pretty easily. It’s something I’ve been working hard to get over.

Speaking of which, I am constantly trying to improve, so be honest with me.

I hate feeling like I’m the only one who doesn’t know something. Loop me in.

DSC00123If I think you’re an idiot, I’ll let you know.

I am organized, but I am not always neat.

I can’t cook. I’m not going to learn. You cook, or you don’t complain about the chicken nuggets and cereal.

It will take me an hour to get ready and you will deal.

I don’t like pants. Get used to it.

Don’t make fun of my music, and I won’t make fun of your Crocs (I feel like you’ll be one of those poor souls who think Crocs are the height of fashion.)

DSC00069Dress up once in a while.

Don’t touch my crap. It’s everywhere for a reason. I’ll put it away when I feel like it.

Don’t talk about politics. Ever. Avoid people who do like the plague.

Except Julianna. She’s a cool bean.

Don’t buy me flowers. Flowers are for weddings and funerals.

I will probably borrow your socks a lot. You, in turn, have full privileges to borrow mine.

Sometimes I will want to go out and walk around the mall until my feet fall off, and sometimes I will want to don my incredibly flattering oversized robe and watch Supernatural until 2 AM. Be prepared for both.

Don’t make me run with you. I bike. I kick things. I don’t run. The last time I ran, there was an ice cream truck involved.

DSC00120Kidding. It was a bus. I still missed it.

FYI: I don’t consciously try to sound like I swallowed a dictionary.

I’m not tall or thin or charming. But I’m sure you already knew that 🙂

I can be awkward, selfish, vindictive, and unkind, but never for long.

And lastly, I don’t pick up on subtle hints. If you want to tell me something, please just tell me directly 🙂

Consider yourself warned.

A post with NO MAKEUP?! What is this nonsense? It did give me a chance to post some of the more awkward photos I (or Elizabeth) have taken during the “artistic process,” and to get rid of excess brain junk.

What would you like to tell your future (or current, or past) mate/partner/significant other/cat?


P.S. Would you like to see more of these…eh, I hesitate to call them personal, but musings/rants posts, or should I just stick to makeup? Let me know!


So I Had a Shitty Day

7 Jan

It happens.

So, in celebration of but also with complete hatred towards the bad days, here are some gifs that I very much enjoy.

(If it’s not moving, it’s being a butt. Just right click and select “open link in new tab” and it should behave itself.)

jensen eye of the tiger


If you couldn’t tell 😀

So, there’s that.

I Have a Schedule…AND I DON’T LIKE IT

17 Sep

For the first time in her life, Olivia Anne Last-Name-Omitted has a schedule. She is not free to loaf around the interwebs from the moment she gets home from school to the wee hours of the night. She is not free to spend an hour picking at her dinner. She is not free to sit on the couch and read without being told to get her lazy rear up and get ready for XY&Z.

And she doesn’t like it.

I’ve always been a one-extra-curricular girl. For 8 solid years, that was soccer. When I quit last fall, the activities just started piling on: 2 clubs (the goody-goody anti-bullying kind that look good on college apps and make me feel like a righteous person), 2 sports (skiing and tae kwon do), drama (I’m the program editor and the makeup artist), and coaching soccer, all while maintaining an A in 5 AP classes, studying for my SATs, mastering Chinese, and generally trying to keep my head above water.

I’m beginning to realize that I can’t have it all.

I can’t have what I enjoy and still do well in school.

(And by well I mean perfect.)

Some people can, but I need my elbow room. I need my 4+ hours of daily internet. I need my funny memes and my books with big words in them and my retail therapy and my free time.

I can’t cut out classes, so I’ll have to start with what I enjoy…

Bye-bye, sleep.

Being a responsible young adult isn’t what it’s cracked up to be.


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