Snakebite heart with a bubblegum smile.

Today I could tell you about the many loves I have rediscovered, Shelfari and Picnik, and Powerspace (the band), but I don’t exactly feel like this for some reason. I continue.


I feel like such a tool doing this, but due to frequent requests im going to tell you about a commonly overlooked part of everyday life. Wow. That’s the sort of intro that I would give for, MUSTACHES.

Yep, mustaches. They are beautiful, a part of growing up. Though they tend to be scary on old bald men. But, if they’re old and bald, they need as much hair as they can get, even if it looks like a messed up caterpillar.

But if mustaches are so horribly unattractive, why is everyone so drawn to them? Why do all of the scensters (I wanna say hipster, but im afraid that may be wrong) and generally teenagers everywhere with a sense of humor (mostly girls) seem to like them so much?

It may just be that girls don’t have them, and they’re happy that they don’t have them, and they don’t want them, so they become the butt of the joke.

A question asked to me on many the occasion: How do you kiss a guy with a big mustache? Well, I don’t exactly know the answer due to the fact that I don’t kiss men with mustaches. Cause they would be balding. And im pretty sure it’s illegal for me to be with anyone old enough to be balding.

(Note: Sorry old balding big-mustached guys, don’t take this personally, you’re probably a lovely character at heart.)

So, I can’t explain mustaches. I have mustache stories though (Why did they all happen in History?)

1. When we had to do our research project, one group wanted to do mustaches. But obviously mustaches don’t have that much of an influence on the world, so they were denied. They ended up doing something about movies instead. But in the end, they managed to get a picture of them pretending to have mustaches.

2. We took our class picture all holding our fingers above our upper lips, combing our “mustaches”

3. I spam people with pictures of mustaches, all the time.

Oh and just to gross you out a bit: I don’t like mustaches on people mostly because they catch food (think: cheesy mustache). I don’t like facial hair all that much, which is why im constantly telling my guy friends if they need to shave or not.

The best kind of mustache you can have is a chocolate milk mustache. Because if I have one of those, it means I have been drinking a delicious beverage, thus my tummy is happy.

They only attractive facial hair in my opinion is a really cute beard or goatee or something. But you have to be able to pull it off; otherwise you look like an idiot.

Starving Your Friends (Envy On the Coast)..im gonna learn to play, beautiful

We are parallel lines we’re running in circles, We're never meant to cross

Sorry for the stop. Or err, hiatus (I don’t know if you would call this a hiatus or not, but ive always wanted to feel important enough to be able to say that something that has to do with me is on hiatus…it makes me feel like a spoiled brat.)

So anyways, I guess summer just tends to keep people busy. Busy doing next to nothing (except for working). But pretty much loving all of this “nothing”.

I’m afraid that my lack of contact with the world is becoming more than it needs to be. So ill try to contact you if I haven’t in the last month. Don’t be offended if I don’t though.


We will see how far we can blow this up to. Ive always wanted to do a webshow thing, but ive never had enough help, determination, and whatever else you need to start a webshow. SO, hopefully this will be what ive been wanting. But the production meeting is Friday, so more on that.

This weekend I was at Disney. Yay to that. Its really interesting there if you take the time to notice people. Me and my dad sat there in Epcot discussing “Why would someone wear that??, “Do they think they look moderately attractive in those sweatpants?” and “Well, maybe that shirt was a gift from their grandmother they are wearing out of pity.”

Not to mention all of the sweaty men.

And what really gets on my nerves is all of the grumpy people. I really cant stand when parents yell at their children. I think that pretty much breaks my heart. Especially when the children are doing nothing but enjoying Disney World. I have a special place in my heart for children or something, its kinda strange. I have fallen in love with every on of the 4 year olds I teach CCD to.

So, Disney was cool. We stayed in one of those Ft. Wilderness cabins, which was awesome. You had to take a boat to Magic Kingdom. Naturally im singing “I’m On a Boat” the whole time in my head, like an idiot. Hahahahha.

I rediscovered my love of roller coasters, and enlightened my little sister, Britney. Which was awesome, her favorite is Splash Mountain. Mine is Thunder Mountain. To be honest, I was a tad disappointed w/ the new Animal Kingdom one.

So, bogging is back for me. Whatever. But I do need help with ideas, so if you have any, don’t hesitate to send them to the email! Musicislife_321@hotmail.com

Stay Gold. <3

P.S.: Best lyrics i have came across in a long time-- Dog Problems (The Format)
" never finish phrases, I misspell.
Open arms are prison cells.
When I said, "I hate what I've become"
I lied, I hated who I was.
So when you start to wonder 'bout the pain in my throat
Then don't you ever, no never, ever, speak for someone you don't know"

-Look it up, and tell me what it does for you.

Your A Wanker, If Anyone Is

She said she wanted to get high; he took her to the tallest hill in town.




She said that she wanted to stay up all night and drink; he gave her a twelve-pack of caffeinated Pepsi, and said “Drink up.”



She said that she wanted to shoot herself in the face; he gave her a water gun, put her finger on the trigger, aimed it at her face and helped her pull the trigger.



She said that she wanted to cut herself; he took a Polaroid picture of her, handed it to her along with scissors, and had her cut it up.



She said she wanted to cry herself to sleep; he had her watch a sad, romantic

movie before bed.



She said that she wanted to be alone; he gave her a name tag that said “My name is: Alone.”



She said that she wanted to have someone there to take care of her always; he asked when he wasn’t.

--wow

The ones we love, we try to forget

Soo tired. I hate shredding stuff.