I'll never be truly happy with the layouts. It will be a never ending journey for me to find complete happiness with a template. Until then, you must jump around with me. Deal with it, my loves.
I'll tell you what? Let's just turn it into a drinking game, but with ginger ale because I AM IN NO MOOD.
One shot if my font is different.
Two shots if the color scheme is different.
Finish the can of ale if the entire damn thing looks different.
Monday, September 7, 2009
In case you were wondering
I hope my computer dies a truly horrible death. And I shall laugh. Oh, how I shall laugh.
Listening to: Leona Lewis--Happy
Watching: my can of ginger ale accumulate condensation
Thinking: "Why am I SWEATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Listening to: Leona Lewis--Happy
Watching: my can of ginger ale accumulate condensation
Thinking: "Why am I SWEATING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Thursday, September 3, 2009
In reference to that half a pound below
I'm gonna say I'm like...96% positive I gained it back. See, I made the mistake (AGAIN) of going food shopping while hungry. The entire time I'm there I'm looking at all this stuff I want to buy. I spent forty-five minutes walk back and forth through the frozen food section. FORTY FIVE MINUTES! And what did I end up buying? What I always end up buying...Well, for the most part.
I was just leaving with my Red Barron pizza (amazeballs), and I happened to glance over at the frozen cookie dough. And do you know what is right next to the frozen cookie dough? Pillsbury Doughboy Cinnamon buns. My mouth immediately watered and I nearly flooded the aisle with my drool. I hadn't had a cinnamon bun in a long time. Too long.
I inched over to them. Meanwhile, my brain was screaming at me to step away immediately. My ass agreed because it knew it meant more time on that damn eliptical machine. I got so close my nose was almost touching the can. Every single ounce of my being wanted to scoop up that can and run from the store. But I didn't. No. I stayed strong. I turned around and started walking away. Plus, a dollar sixty-seven is a little too expensive.
I started to proudly walk away and towards the cash registers when I spotted, in a seperate freezer marked CLEARANCE, a can of Pillsbury Doughboy Cinnamon buns on CLEARANCE. On clearance I tell you! I grabbed them, ran to the front and hurriedly bought them before I could change my mind. I made them and distributed them out between me and my roommates.
From now on, I am going to make shirts for myself. And on these shirts it shall say: FAT GIRL ON DIET. DO NOT LET HER BUY FOOD FROM YOU. (SERIOUSLY. WE TAKE THIS SHIT SERIOUSLY). With a picture of my face below.
I was just leaving with my Red Barron pizza (amazeballs), and I happened to glance over at the frozen cookie dough. And do you know what is right next to the frozen cookie dough? Pillsbury Doughboy Cinnamon buns. My mouth immediately watered and I nearly flooded the aisle with my drool. I hadn't had a cinnamon bun in a long time. Too long.
I inched over to them. Meanwhile, my brain was screaming at me to step away immediately. My ass agreed because it knew it meant more time on that damn eliptical machine. I got so close my nose was almost touching the can. Every single ounce of my being wanted to scoop up that can and run from the store. But I didn't. No. I stayed strong. I turned around and started walking away. Plus, a dollar sixty-seven is a little too expensive.
I started to proudly walk away and towards the cash registers when I spotted, in a seperate freezer marked CLEARANCE, a can of Pillsbury Doughboy Cinnamon buns on CLEARANCE. On clearance I tell you! I grabbed them, ran to the front and hurriedly bought them before I could change my mind. I made them and distributed them out between me and my roommates.
From now on, I am going to make shirts for myself. And on these shirts it shall say: FAT GIRL ON DIET. DO NOT LET HER BUY FOOD FROM YOU. (SERIOUSLY. WE TAKE THIS SHIT SERIOUSLY). With a picture of my face below.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Yet another new layout
Ever since I figured out exactly how to switch my layout around, I have been slowly but surely fiddling around with it. Getting acquainted with my surroundings. Anyone who knows me (which is everyone who reads this blog) has probably realized I get bored rather easily. An example would be with my handwriting. One day I like writing in cursive, and the next I'll write in my fat little handwriting, while another day I'll write really cramped and neat. I can't help it. I get crack-scratch and must change it around. I like all the colors of this blog. It makes it look so nice and homey and warm and Lisa Frank-ey.
So, I have yet ANOTHER four day weekend on my hands. I get out of class 1200 on Friday and then do not have class until 500 Tuesday. If you were to look up the definition of Amazeballs it would say, "Go see Kayla Willis and see the weekend she is having. Dayum. Oh, and compliment her hair." I am going home (again) for a number of reasons. One, to see my grandfather who is ill, two to do some laundry (I just ran out of socks), three to see my friends (HUGO STIGLITZ), four to see my kitties (Elsa and Gus) and lastly to see my family.
Again, coming soon will be my Inglourious Basterds post, but I'm hoping to see it a second time (Oh, Gooch!!) before I write anything about it. I want it fresh in my mind.
On a completely different sidenote I had to actually explain to someone today the difference between a potty mouth and a party mouth. A) No such thing as a party mouth, so you can go ahead and cross that out right now. B) Potty mouth means I say the word FUCK a lot.
She then got a little chuffed when I said the word FUCK out loud, which in turn got me offended. Don't make a face when I swear, okay? I'll swear so much it'll make your head explode. By the time I'm done with you, you'll have to go home and Google half the shit I said. Grrr. Oh, and another thing, body parts should not be considered swear words. If I want to say ballsack, I'm going to say ballsack.
BALLSACK!
So, I have yet ANOTHER four day weekend on my hands. I get out of class 1200 on Friday and then do not have class until 500 Tuesday. If you were to look up the definition of Amazeballs it would say, "Go see Kayla Willis and see the weekend she is having. Dayum. Oh, and compliment her hair." I am going home (again) for a number of reasons. One, to see my grandfather who is ill, two to do some laundry (I just ran out of socks), three to see my friends (HUGO STIGLITZ), four to see my kitties (Elsa and Gus) and lastly to see my family.
Again, coming soon will be my Inglourious Basterds post, but I'm hoping to see it a second time (Oh, Gooch!!) before I write anything about it. I want it fresh in my mind.
On a completely different sidenote I had to actually explain to someone today the difference between a potty mouth and a party mouth. A) No such thing as a party mouth, so you can go ahead and cross that out right now. B) Potty mouth means I say the word FUCK a lot.
She then got a little chuffed when I said the word FUCK out loud, which in turn got me offended. Don't make a face when I swear, okay? I'll swear so much it'll make your head explode. By the time I'm done with you, you'll have to go home and Google half the shit I said. Grrr. Oh, and another thing, body parts should not be considered swear words. If I want to say ballsack, I'm going to say ballsack.
BALLSACK!
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