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The one character I wanted to see on this poster (besides the cute peas in a pod at the bottom) and he's not on here =/ Ah, well. Buzz Lightyear : Hold on, this is no time to be hysterical! Hamm the Piggy Bank : This is the perfect time to be hysterical. Rex the Green Dinosaur : Should we be HYSTERICAL? Slinky Dog : No! Mr. Potato Head : Yes! Buzz Lightyear : Maybe! But not right now! Hamm the Piggy Bank : C'mon. Let's go see how much we're going for on eBay. Great movie. Watch it.

WHAT. IN. THE. WORLD. Stuff like this almost never happens to me. See, I met this amazing, good looking guy at a birthday party on Sunday. We talked for a while; got to know each other a little. Before I knew it, he gave me his number and email just as I was leaving. But the whole time I was talking to him, I couldn't get my mind off someone else. Someone I've had repressed feelings for for quite a while now. What was I thinking...flirting with that other guy. I haven't even bothered to try to send him an email. Note to Self: The next time a guy like that comes along, make sure you don't give him the wrong idea when you give him your info. Especially when you already have feelings for someone infinitely better. P.S. My dad actually came home with a new bike for me. That's the most decent thing he's ever done. Can hardly wait for when he starts yelling at everyone again =)

In future, don't think too much. Nobody likes it when someone jumps to conclusions or makes assumptions based on one little thing. It shows you most likely have trust issues (which isn't true) and you'll get more drama and pain from being so quick to judge. And you hate drama. Leave that to attention seeking individuals and TNT.

Dear Devilishly Delectable Brownies, I realize that we've never had any problems before. However due to the fact that I am now consuming more than five pieces of you every time I bake a tray, I think we need to have a talk. It's simple, really. See, you need to stop tasting so good. What with all your chocolaty and marshmallow goodness. It's just too much, I tell you. I'm starting to have trouble fitting into my favorite pair of Levi's. Extra emphasis on FAVORITE. All I'm asking is to tone down the lure you've got on me. That's it. Not so hard, right? Look, if we can't work this out somehow, I'm going to have to stop baking all together. And you know what's going to happen? A whole bunch of marshmallow brownie crazed foodies will come knocking down my door and they'll chain me to the stove till I agree to bake some. And we both know they don't taste the same without the love and care. Don't we. Love from the pit of my sto

I dreamt I got my camera back. I dreamt I helped Matt Bomer (God bless his mother for birthing him) and Elmo escape some medieval castle only to step on the sticky cobwebs of some retarded looking spiders and die. I dreamt I was really old and locked in a box sinking into the dark depths of the ocean. I hate dreaming. I hate dreaming all this in one night. Actually, no. I just hate eating dairy products before going to sleep. It shall not happen again. Never, I tell you! In future, I'm using this the next time I feel like eating dairy products.

I realize it's 2:55 in the morning. But due to the fact that my hair is wet from a well earned shower and that I have been having trouble sleeping, I am not in what you would call "Dreamland." No, instead I have decided to sit down and write up a post because I honestly have nothing else to do. It's not that I don't want to write anything on here. In all honesty, this blog has turned into somewhat of an annoying younger sibling. I can't stand having it around most of the time, but there are those other times I'm happy that I didn't get rid of it. Not that I would do that to my younger sibling in real life. Maybe I would, but only if a sparked imagination and foul mood were present. I had a sort of wake up call today while talking to one of my closest friends. Little did I know how much I needed it. And I don't care what Paramore says, but "ignorance is not my best friend" anymore. Okay, that probably was the wrong word choice right t

Yes. To answer your question about me becoming slightly obsessed with these characters. No. To answer your question about me being serious. You can't be serious when talking about Calvin and Hobbes. Ever. Forsooth! I don't know why I put that. I think I just like that word. Plus, it sounds incredibly medieval, and I laugh uproariously at that stuff. Happy Father's Day to all and to all a great day!

Oh Calvin. Ahh! Such an awesome day today! I'm a better cook and a better ukulele player. How do those two things correlate? It doesn't matter. Think I'll reward myself with some ice cream =D Thank God for aerobics. Otherwise, I'd be a size 16 from all the delicious dairy products I'm about to consume.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up a whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not l

Priorities need some serious reorganizing. This can't go on any longer. Prayer would be much appreciated.