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Life decisions and Chex Mix. |
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I wonder why I never post blogs here. I guess I'm just too absentminded and don't really care for it, but I'm inspired today. So grab some Tropical Chex Mix and get ready for story time, children.
Last night I was grocery shopping with the female half of the parental unit and I kind of sank into thought for a good couple of hours or so. (I find it tiring when it takes us four hours to shop for six people. So I end up dozing off and walking into the spice rack.) I began to contemplate where I am going to be in the next ten--or maybe even five--years after I graduate high school. I think I'm pretty dead set on having an English/Literature double major and becoming an editor for a magazine, making a name for myself, and eventually doing freelance editing and writing.
Now, here is the deep portion of my thinking time in the aisles of Wal-Mart. I pulled myself back to reality after some horrible country song came over the intercom. I found my eyes staring aimlessly at the cereal shelves and a new philosophy came to me.
Picking a path for your future is like picking a box of cereal.
I mean, seriously--think about it. When you pick out cereal to get you through the week, you think about it more than you actually realize. Do you want the wheaty and nutritious kind to keep yourself healthy? Maybe you want something fruity and sweet that you can curl up on the couch and eat when you're too lazy to make dinner? Or perhaps you don't care and just grab the one that has the coolest looking toy on the box? When we make choices in life, we ask ourselves similar questions. Do I want to play it safe? Do I want to branch out and try something new? Or do I just want to settle for whatever look best on the outside rather than what could be on the inside?
It's funny how such an absurd idea could actually lead me to such a thought provoking conclusion...
I'll always take this into consideration before I grab the Berry Blast Cheerios off the shelf.
 Le Papillon Pleurant · Sun Feb 18, 2007 @ 03:29am · 3 Comments |
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I have to stay home from school today because I'm all sickified...
Waaaahhh. I'm bored. And I miss my friends. >-< And my throat hurts so freakin' bad!!
Le Papillon Pleurant · Mon Nov 13, 2006 @ 04:23pm · 0 Comments |
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'Allo, everyone. =D Thanks to Haruko-chan I have gotten the urge to post the list of quotes my BFF Ryn (who is a whole state away crying ) and I have been making. These babies date all the way back to seventh grade. o_o (I feel old!) I thought it'd be fun to share it with everyone. Here it goes. x3
Ryn: Deezy, let's go emo hunting.
Me: Ryn, we're hiking. No emos are going to be around here.
Ryn: *sees a dark cave/tunnel thing* Look! A cave! Emos like caves!!
Me: Rynny! That's not where a banana goes!!
Ryn: o.o...Oopsy...
Me: Ugh. emo
Ryn: What?
Me: I ate so much candy and now I feel fat!
Ryn: You not fat, Deezy, you just fluffeh. n-n
Ryn: Why is the movie titled "V for Vendetta"? Do they think we don't know vendetta starts with a V?!
Me: Lauryn, I think it's a bit more of a--
Ryn: Why can't it be A for Apple? gonk Or...or K for Cat?!
*awkward silence*
Me: o_o Ryn--
Ryn: Don't. Say. It. stare
Ryn: I'm too sexy for my retainer... heart
Me: No cookies for you!
Ryn: No Listerine for you!
Me: I LIKE COLGATE!
Ryn: ...That cuts deep, Deezy. It really does.
Me: So do cookie cutters. Nyeh. xp
Ryn: What are you talking about? Dark Mousy has no hips!
Me: He does too! How else could he fit into those leather pants?
Ryn: o.o This...is a good point. *begins to frantically flip through volume 4*
Me: and while we're on the subject, Hatori has hips too! And so does Sanzo and Touya and Edward Elric--
Ryn: SHUT UP DEEZY I'M LOOKING FOR HIPS!
Me: You have a WHAT?
Ryn: Well, it's a toy mouse--but when I first saw it I thought it was a furry vibrator.
Ryn: Alright, Deezy, on the count of three we're going to run to the cafeteria at full speed and scream "CHICKEN!!!!!"
Me: Umm...why? o_o
Ryn: Because it's FUN, stupid! Now--one, two...
Me: o_o Ahem?
Ryn: I lost my train of thought. Slap me, Deezy.
Me: Oh my god, KILLER PIGEONS!!
Ryn: These linen panties are very restricting. T-T
Me: Ryn, what would possess you to throw a slushie at a pair of cheerleaders comnig out of GameStop?
Ryn: It seemed apprpriate at the time. n_n
Me: Why do you spend your entire paycheck at the place you work? >_<
Ryn: Deezy, I don't work at Starbucks in Barnes 'n Noble for the money. I come here for the free coffee and the ten percent discount on manga!
That's all I have for now. xD I'll have to think up more later!
Le Papillon Pleurant · Fri Nov 03, 2006 @ 03:27am · 0 Comments |
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Well, so much for my "love life". We've broken up. I'm not going to go into detail about what happened--all I can say is I didn't think it'd last long anyways. I'm not too depressed about it, though. The only thing wrong is I have a bruised ego. I'm actually a bit glad it happened...I felt he was leading me on anyway. And the only thing I really miss is the attention.
-sigh-
I feel exceptionally wronged. Especially since he basically said he didn't like me, he likes another girl. Gee, thank for making me feel like s**t. rolleyes He's nice sometimes, but I doubt I'd date him again.
Oh well. Que sera, sera.
Le Papillon Pleurant · Sun May 21, 2006 @ 07:33pm · 0 Comments |
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Last night was prom. heart
It was great, too. ^^ The day started out with me submitting to salon torture. I got my nails done, my hair done, my make-up done, my dress re-fitted, and all that great jazz. When Colin came to pick me up, my mother decided to pose us in every possible way and steal our souls 27 times in a row with the camera. I saw some of my friends there--like brittany and Nikki and Amanda. They all looked adorable in their dresses. -squees- The music kind of sucked, so Colin and I left early and decided not to go back. We only danced twice--but that was because Staind was the only good music being played, really. It's awkward dancing in 3 1/2 inch heels.
Mon beau looked sexy as hell, of course. -drools- And he was so sweet. He took my to this Tokyo steakhouse place for dinner. And he was such a gentleman--he wouldn't let me open my own door. XD My dad decided to give him brownie points for treating me nicely.
All in all, it was a great night. ^______^
Le Papillon Pleurant · Sun May 14, 2006 @ 09:32pm · 0 Comments |
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Hello. You are an idiot and God is a stripper. |
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Good morning. I'm your new hot nanny friend. I heart pie. I heart HIM. And I also heart men and women alike. I like to write too. so, if you'd like a sotry--or a poem--feel free to message me with the details. And by the way--
Your fly's down.
Le Papillon Pleurant · Tue May 02, 2006 @ 02:47am · 0 Comments |
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