Wednesday, October 30, 2013


I just love this little guy. He is that little mouse that wakes up in the beginning of Cinderella and then sees his tail all knotted up and does a double take before he grumpily undoes the tangles. Basically not that different from how I wake up only replace tail with hair. 

I feel like there's something wrong with the universe because it's eerily quiet in my end. But then, it could just be the way of the world. I was watching the skins vs broncos game after a sbux date with Ktj and bc it was literally painful to watch the game, I some how ended up watching a few minutes of oprah. There was this lady who in the audience who said that she was doing everything she could to make her dream happen, though not specifying what it was. Oprah understood (uhhhh duh she's Oprah) and told her own (no pun intended) story. Long story short, she wanted any part if they movie the color purple, whether it was holding a light or walking by as an extra. She was obsessed and went to a fat farm to lose weight to perhaps increase her chances. She didn't hear anything from the movie and finally she gave up and, as it usually goes in these types of stories, the minute she did, she got the call. 

You hear those types of stories all the time and you roll your eyes and it's like pfffft right. Go fuck yourself. Bc you're sooooo tangled up in the shit life's thrown at you but I've got to say, there is some truth in that. It's hard to explain... It's like when people say when you stop trying to look for a girlfriend or boyfriend is when you meet mr/ms right. And it's kinda true. 

I noticed that one thing I let go has actually made life easier so if I could just do that with others... It's so damn hard but in the spirit of being true to my resolution of eving fearless, I'll continue.

And setting a MUCH easier goal for next year...

Monday, October 28, 2013

There Goes My Hero

Ok so Nigel's not really my hero but he is kinda one of them! This is my big brother and I'm sure u can tell that we look an awful lot alike. Last night was his bday and it was a pajama themed bday party like whaaa? That's the best theme party. When I got home I literally just crawled into bed like this. 

Nigel has been one of my best friends since college when we met in a journalism class and I was working part time at pacsun and doing promotions for bands for a small amount of money that was like gold to a poor college kid. I gave him some and other class mates stuff from the band a perfect circle (I promoted lots of bands but that week it was them) and we started talking from that point on. 

He was truly a big bro--walking me to my car at night or staying on the phone with me, yelling at me to chose a longer skirt and informing boys that I was his little sister while wagging his finger. He's kept me calm on the highway which I'm Terrified of or would drive bc he knew I was. 

All of this sounds lovely but there was a time our friendship wasn't so lovely. I was constantly getting annoyed with him.  I can't even really remember why nor should I publicize it but I was TOTALLY done with our friendship. Being the ever fiesty girl I am, I told him that I didn't want to be friends and could care less if we ever spoke again in life. Ouch. But even then he was more mature about it than I was and let me know if I wanted to continue our friendship ever, he'd be there. 

Obviously we ended up making up and it was proof that he was a true friend and I made a great decision. He never tires of saying he's always right but he didn't say it that day we made up but he was actually right that our friendship was valuable. And we both never spoke of it again.

Now with my dad gone and no brothers to speak of and not being in a real relationship, it's weird not having any male figures around so I look to my male friends with Nigel obviously being the lead to me. 

I'm lucky to have all of my friends really and this year has been a disaster but I truly appreciate everyone who has been there for me. Even the ones I don't get to see or talk to often like Anna or Hannah or Janel or Linds and Erine --I can't express how much friendships and unconditional love have been instrumental in keeping me sane and I actually get it when people say they are blessed instead of rolling my eyes and being like yeah ok. 

Back to Nigel, he had a big goofy grin and couldn't stop talking about how happy he was with all of his close friends and family and lovely gf in attendance. My wish for him is to have that kind smile everyday. And all the rest of u too. 

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Bullet with Butterfly Wings

The name of my blog isn't quite relevant to what I'm about to write. Honestly? I just want to show off my pumpkin and have a pumpkin relevant song so Smashing Pumpkins it is. 

It's supposed to be hello kitty as a witch holding a broom stick--the bristles being above her signature bow. I've never carved a pumpkin and didn't use a stencil and this it came out pretty darn well. Ironically I don't really like hello kitty stuff but with my new obsession with wearing a single bow in my hair and having a wide pale face makes people tell me I look like her. Gee thanks. Hahah 

Odd little stream of consciousness but I realized today how obsessed with music I am. I by no means care to be the voice have the x-factor nor want to be your next American idol or show America I've got talent bc truthfully I don't. I can hold a tune and play a number of songs on the guitar and dance occasionally on rhythm but a musical genius I am not. Not fishing for compliments--it's just the truth of the matter. Doesn't stop me from belting out a tune or choppily playing a song on my guitar. 

I wish there was a job where I could just do all thing a music--choose the songs that go in the background of TV shows and movies, make a music game, I could talk to strangers all day long about music, reminisce about songs, find out what songs are really about, make playlists, the list goes on and on. I love checking out new music, hearing people's opinions about music-it's all fascinating to me. Between music and writing I don't know which would win. But at the same time don't want to be a music journalist bc I am but a simple girl who couldn't tell you about the nuances and deal with the expected criticism of my taste. Like the pathetic no lifers who post comments on anything on the internet which is why I do that've comments on this blog. 

I just insanely have passion for music. Good bad and indifferent. Today I heard mr. Bigs next to be with you and forgot about traffic all together, almost walked out at a bar that was playing Creed, and harassed my older sister with the what is your top three favorite song questions.

Ok let's see how I can make myself relevant to the blog title... Well for one, I certainly do feel like a bullet with butterfly wings. Moving at Mach speed but having butterfly wings to add a feminine touch and could potentially just flutter around aimlessly if I so choose. Sorry that's probably not what the song means at all but whatever.


Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Stupid girls stuuuuupid girls

Sadly I'm that stupid girl in question. I'm feeling extra dumb lately and can't turn it off. 

Ex 1: Shopping at target and the clerk politely asked what I needed help finding and I said spoons and lighters without thinking. Totally got a judgmental look but polite service and no further questions asked. And then I realized I sounded like a heroin addict. Merp. 

Ex 2: I couldn't for the life of me figure out why it's taking so damn long for me to break in my new shoes especially the right shoe. I slipped it off my foot bent the shoe around the part where the toes were and even stuck my hand in the shoe for good measure and upon piling my hand out realized that it still had the cardboard to help keep the shoes shape in it. And I realized I'm a moron. Merp.

Ex 3: I took a screen shot to show a friend my shattered phone. I could not Figure out why the shattered part didn't show up. And then I realized bc it's not fucking supposed to take a pic of ur actual phone or the physical screen. Merp. 

I could go on but will refrain and hope you all still read my blogs even if they are from a stupid bt at least good humored and honest girl.