vlog 4!

and this time with Jason!
video: http://youtu.be/7jrRJAOxevE

vlog 3

here it is! NUMBER 3:
http://youtu.be/r0J3KSoHJjU

new vlog!

i got glasses, more WoW time, and very few interesting things!

vlog: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m5V82ztN8To&feature=youtu.be

The Hunger Games

so last christmas i received a Kindle. of course i bought books time i set up the account. I bought the Hunger Games the day after Christmas and finished that night. i was hooked. i bought the next two the following three days. i read the books with eagerness and delight... i never expected my sisters to become addicted. they didn't start reading them because of me or anything; they just started reading them...
now my sister Jenny will be cosplaying Katniss for Halloween. honestly, i couldn't be more proud. i will be helping to assemble the outfit. 

i gots pikkers and stuffs.

 so, here are a few picture updates!

this is from the past few weeks. Jason and i painted ornaments together! he played the acoustic for a while until i had all the paints out and ready. 

Jason, trying to serenade

the abundance of stuffs we had to drag out.

anyone who buys this bookbag for me, i will love you forever...

and here's meggy and i before we went out to go buy on-sale items. :)

FIRST VLOG!

yep! you got it! the first vlog is up! i will now be doing weekly vlogs and will be posting them on youtube! i will be posting the URL on here for the vids to keep them updated and organized. i will also still be blogging for those sicky days, or the days that i don't have sufficient battery life. 

first vlog:http://www.youtube.com/user/alexlikesapplesXD?feature=watch

also, here's us at Thanksgiving!

college stuffs

to be quite honest, i'm quite scared. i sign up for my classes tuesday and i don't know how well it's going to go. i mean, i know that i will be attending, i just don't know how it's going to be paid for. if i don't qualify for my scholarship, i'm going to have to take out a loan to pay for it. #foreverindebt
i don't know if i can do that. not only that, but i don't know how i could tell my parents that i didn't make the grades to keep my scholarship. that's going to be the hardest part.
it's going to be a big blow to my life. i just want to get out of here. to move out and progress with my own life, make my own mistakes, and breathe fresh air.

To Jason, With Admiration

i have an acute case of separation anxiety that is increasingly getting worse. this codependency isn't going to let up. i want to be held close, close enough to hear me breathe. i need to be needed. don't leave me alone to rot in my own self esteem. 
it's moments like these when i realize that i am very much a teenager. my angst to go against the family's grain, the need to rebel. my sadness... tear stained pillows with blood stained sheets. it's all a recipe for this beautiful disaster of a life. 
you see me at my happiest; you hold me at my most vulnerable, and kiss me at my most passionate moments of my life. i don't understand why i am so emotional and i'm sorry that you deal with it. i love you and it scares the hell out of me. to know that at any moment, my heart could break. shattered. it terrifies me to know that someone has that much power over me. it's a thrill and a warmth that fires my soul, driving it to want you with exceeding passion. 
don't let go, don't walk away, don't forget what lies beneath this train-wreck. a beating heart full of desire and ambition to be with you.

the kitchen is banned

my father was always thin during his life and well into his adulthood; all of his siblings were as well. they were small framed and they assumed it was genetics. no. it was not genetics. they were being malnourished. my grandparents fed them, but they never had the right amount for nine kids. 
i myself was a small child, then adolescence took hold. i grew. i was 'average' size for a middle schooler. my father called my things like 'pig' and 'porkchop'. i guess he assumed that cutting me down was a way to make me thin again. he was wrong. it only made me starve myself for months. i remember eating a cookie and water everyday for lunch for months. i was only 13. i needed correct food, but i was scared to eat in front of my father in fear that he would ridicule me and tell me that i was 'stuffing' myself. we once went on a vacation to north myrtle beach. it was a lovely place and i began to feel a bit more comfortable in a bathing suit. i was genuinely happy with myself. i got up one night to get something to drink and my father caught me opening the refrigerator. he spit insults at me and my weight. it made me cry. i cried for days as he continuously slung rude remarks at me.
to this day he still does this. as a matter of fact, he just said one as i ate lunch. my mother asked him what was for supper. he replied, "nothing, alex ate it all."
no matter what i do, i will not be good enough for my father. it makes me so depressed to think that my father loves my skinny sisters more than me. it's like he doesn't love me at all sometimes. like i'm an ugly wall fixture in his life. i tell myself that if i become thin, he will love me and wish to talk to me. i know this is naive, but i'd like to at least have something to hold on to. a false reward for an unrealistic goal. 

i will spend my entire life trying to isolate the soul reason i compare current events to the minor ones of my past. why i flashback to that moment that left me thinking that it was my fault. that event must happen multiple times before i realize that, indeed, it wasn't my fault. it was the fault of someone much more "in the wrong" than myself. if i am to prosper with anyone, i need to let go and move on. this is what i am currently working on as a 'life goal'. it's not just for Jason, it's for anyone i've ever hated before because, well, recently i've learned that those who you've hated all along can become someone you grow to admire and confide in. those who have challenged you can show you how far you have traveled and grown. new hobbies must be created, new ideas challenged, new stability formed. a new era must occur. i think i'm on the right track. i am taking on a more organized lifestyle. i love it.

ex-girlfriends

not mine, of course, but my boyfriend's. Brittany. I've met her once and i knew of what he's told me that i wouldn't like her. she texts him in the middle of the fucking night. who does that?! i want to bash her head into a wall. LET GO WOMAN! he doesn't want you. he didn't want you to begin with. you guys were young, get over it. i'm sorry you blew your chance and he left your snaggle-toothed ass. don't text him, don't call him, don't write on his facebook wall, don't think of him. he.is.with.ME.
thanks, i will be calling tomorrow to inform you that you are worthless to us and you will stop this shit NOW. 
best regards, 
south carolina women

when you are holding me, i feel faint. when you're upset with me, i can't breathe. being with you is like falling, the trip is simultaneously wonderful and frightening and if it ends, i'd die. you mean everything to me Jason, and i want you to know that i want to spend the rest of my life with you. as much as i cry, as much as i screw up, you stay by me. i want this for the rest of my life. i know that we're young but when has that ever stopped anyone? who says that we can't make up our mind at our age?

college

i start college monday. yes. first day ever. i'm kind of excited, but i don't really want to seem super lame and be all kinds of jacked. actually, i'm EXTREMELY excited. i am super ready to be pushed out into the real world on my ass. well... not really on my ass, but nudged a little. :) 

Vans Warped Tour and TOMS

as the title reads, i went to Warped. i am ashamed to admit that this is my first time. but i am proud to say that i LOVED it. 

we left Pelion, SC at 5am; Warped didn't start until 11:30am. we get to Warped (in Charlotte, NC) around 7am. people are ahead of us already. dedication? before i walked into the picture with Jason, he attended Warped every year with his friend Kenny. Kenny is a character by himself and i've never attended an event with him.

Jason and Myself

 When we are finally let in at 11am, Kenny's ticket didn't scan so we had to wait on him. i saw a very interesting sign that read, "Don't Be Caught Looking At TITTIES! Sunglasses: $5". it definitely set the day off on the right foot. we went to the Monster trailer and i finally drank a full one, we later went and i drank another. 
went to some great booths...

we saw a shit ton of bands and out of them all, We Came As Romans was my favorite. the energy: i love it! a mosh pit formed and Jason tried to guard me from getting hit and a guy was punched in the face, resulting in a broken nose. another man was smoking weed and puked later. oh, and someone grabbed my ass in passing and Jason's warning to any future inconsiderate prick was written on my back in green saying "Jason Owns!" 
i wanted A Day To Remember's signature and the line consisted of seventy people. i was around number forty. they signed the first twenty and left, with their own body guards. they didn't have a show for another two hours and the next band using the signing booth wasn't coming for another thirty minutes. Jason and i discuss their arrogance all the time, but after this, i lost all respect for them. it was a utter slap to the face. i am disappointed as a person and as a fan. 
on another note, i was completely dehydrated. 
and another note, I Set My Friends On Fire's stage presence was AMAZING.
so glad i went and i will be going for years to come!

daytime television

normally, i wouldn't watch tv because WoW was entertaining enough. here recently, i have turned on the telly for the first time in a long time. what i turned it on to, Toddlers & Tiaras. if this were to be any other night, i would change the channel, but something odd struck me. a Jenga block must have fallen out of my chemical make-up tower because i kept watching it. it began to fascinate me. during commercials, i questioned myself, "why am i watching this? this seems like child abuse." but it got to the point that i began shouting at the tv, "Olivia is loudmouth bitch and better not get Ultimate Supreme!" really alex? really? i swear, i have a soul, but i honestly did enjoy it. i enjoyed it so much that i watched 5 hours of it. yes. five full back-to-back episodes of Toddlers & Tiaras. i feel ashamed and remorseful. this is unacceptable behavior for anyone with integrity. 
... i will be watching tonight as well. 

Makes Me Think - FMS #7350

Makes Me Think - FMS #7350

^ this! this right here!

i love it. not because i have some lovely story about how i met the love of my life on WoW, but because for the longest time, i didn't believe that relationships could spawn from the internet. a few months ago, i became a believer.

attention. crying. things.

we have all seen this occur: 
a four-year-old walks into a store with his/her mommy/daddy and sees a toy that they desire. the parent, trying not to spoil their child denies their request. the child begins to scream bloody murder in an attempt to have everyone look at them so their parents, to hush them up, gives them the toy. 
what most have not learned, this no longer works after childhood. you cannot scream your ass off to get what you desire ever.single.time. granted, this may work for some for a short while. but believe me, it is short lived. 
i am not like a child in the sense of screaming for material things. i do something much more sinister. i cry for affection. i do not do this on purpose, i assure you. it's my natural response to fear; this only being with my significant other. 

"would you like an example?"

"yes! please alex! enthuse us with your experiences!" 

>.> lame.

EXAMPLE

Jason and i get in the car. usually jason doesn't put on his seat belt automatically, but this time, he did. for some strange, bizarre reason, i use this tone you would address a toddler with and it sounded as if i was mocking him. honestly, i didn't mean to do that and i didn't know i sounded as if i was degrading him. the point of the matter is, is that i did it. no matter how much i apologize, i did it. 

later that day, jason continued to act distant and more silent than normal. i knew something was up. i asked him repetitively but he didn't budge. finally, four or so hours after the incident, he admits to what is wrong. i begin crying from the guilt. i felt so bad. also, along with all of the crying, i began apologizing post-haste. my atone did not go unanswered and he said it was something that irritated him, nothing major. secretly, i still felt horrible about it. 

the point to all of this is that after he went home and before i fell asleep, i began thinking of why i automatically resort to crying everytime i do something wrong and feel guilty about it. most people that feel guilt do no cry time they are correctly accused of. they think rationally and begin the discussion that leads them back to being okay with someone. i, however, do not. i cry and start my apology. 

which leads me to "part b" of this whole bit. i believe that my personal experiences have created this wretched trait. yes. nurture. from a very small child, i was taught that if i did something wrong, i was getting a whipping. that produced pain. i cried before the whipping was even administered. fast forward 10 years. first boyfriend. if he yelled at me, that meant that he was unhappy with me, meaning the possibility of him breaking up with me. heartache makes you cry. i automatically skipped to the possibility of him breaking up with me so the tears started on cue. 

i kept these automatic responses through the years and now i have to live with them every time jason is upset with me. it's not that i fear that he will leave me over something so mild, it's just a natural response towards guilt and anguish.

so to clear the air, not all women cry to get out of things.

meltdowns.

on most normal days, i am a rational human being. but during moments like yesterday night, i become something else. something that makes me fear myself. it happened after i left Jason's. i started to feel the depression ease up. for a while i thought it was just a knot in the back of my throat. just something that can be swallowed and moved aside. but no. not this time. once my keys hit the floor of my room, i became alone. alone with my thoughts. they flooded me with anticipation and fear. i anticipated seeing Jason again and my fears were clear and riveting. they engulfed my mind without a moment's notice. without someone to divert my attention, i had no boundaries of the nonsense my mind could ponder. as i've mentioned before, my greatest fear is loosing the one i love: Jason. every time i go through a meltdown, i fear that Jason no longer loves me. therefore i am trying to contact him as much as possible to grab some hint that this is not true. by the time that i text him my face is covered in tears and my body is shaking. i loose touch with reality and become set to prove to myself that my thoughts are real. not that i would ever want Jason to fall out of love with me. but, at the time, i feel like he is telling me differently because he is scared that i will harm myself.

to be completely honest, i would fear it as well. i say that with the mentality of someone else. i know that i will not harm myself. i have lived in that eerie past and do not plan to return. i do however, become extremely pessimistic. 

no one has watched me go through one of these spells, considering other people are the antidote. hugging my knees does not suffice as another human being. 

through posting this, i wish to assess the situation and work towards recovery without therapy, one deep breath at a time.

facebook.

facebook. a dreaded word. where you can "connect" with others. where stalking is one click away. facebook, how i hate you. yes, i have a facebook. yes, i am on it quite frequently. this is one of the reasons i hate it so much. it sucks me in. it's like a viral disease. i wake up, log on. log off. play WoW. log on while in dungeon queue. log off. play WoW. log on. log off. log on. log off. until finally i am well endowed with useless knowledge about people i hate. any female that is an avid user of facebook [fb] knows an ample amount on the subject of which i rant. 
you log on and see someone you really don't like. you click on their post, then read all the comments. /read /scroll /read /scroll
until finally you have clicked 'Older Posts' so many times that you have forgotten what month you are reading from. 
my question: why? why creep on the people you hate just to find things you will hate them more for? facebook, i hate you. creep you later.

a new era!

as i recently have posted, i will attempt to vlog. the pilot vlog will be filmed this evening. what makes me even more excited is that Kayla will be accompanying me on this voyage. i am a little nervous of how it will turn out and if i will sound like a complete idiot. I guess i will need the moral support. also, i think the video quality will suck because i am filming via webcam. cameras are available but i also want to test out the video capability of my webcam. another benefit of this: if my video turns out well, i will add Jason to my videos. he does not know this, but he will in due time. i believe that if you want someone in your life, they should be in all aspects of it. and yes, that includes my blog/vlog; that is if you couldn't notice by my constant reference to him. 

now that a new chapter has been started in my life, i am open to more opportunities and i will be taking them. why, hello world! let me shake you warmly by the hand!  

sorry!

i have not been blogging recently and i feel horrible for it. i am, however, going to try to vlog. yes. VLOG! i'm not sure how great that's going to turn out, but it's going to be an experience. don't judge me for my appearance during said vlogs.

i guess the reason i truly wish to try all of this is to feel like i am progressing. if i read back on previous posts, i see how i have learned. silly? i don't mind. so, i may vlog today or later. but it will be done.

graduation and the rest of my life

well, i graduate tomorrow. i have been so prepared for this day all year. so excited to be leaving the public school system. as much as i'd like to state that i am prepared to go out into the adult world, i'm a little hesitant. i wish to stay in a limbo state between the two. like the summer that is rapidly approaching. that is the time i wish to stay in. before i have to go off to college, but after being considered a child. i am, however, ready to pursue a life with Jason. i believe that i have it all right this time around. i am ready to set out on a new path. i am ready to make life-changing decisions. i can do it all with Jason holding my hand to keep my balance between success and failing. is it that simple? to just rely all of your hopes and dreams on the partnership of a person? i hope so.

politics, manifestos, and hypocrisy

i am certainly not one to bash others for their political or religious views, but i do draw a line at some point. something that i cannot stand is a hypocrite. i believe a man is only as good as his word, without being gender specific. i have examples of the hypocrisy i am referencing to. i will go in order of the title to make things organized and easier to ingest.

politically, i am torn between two political parties that are neither democrat or republican; but that is beside the point. we all know of the crazed inbred hick that is "nObama" that wants his bible and his guns at the low price of health care. this is the same man who also wants everyone to help his family out in hard times and blames the media or the school system every time Little Billy comes home saying dirty words or talks about people who don't share the same beliefs he does. God forbid Little Billy becomes aware that there is more than one religion or the fact that not all boys like girls. as for democrats, or any other "prObama" kiddie, they aren't to angelic either. i don't think they know what the word majority means. the health care plan was to help out those who cannot afford to supply basic means for themselves and their families. theoretically, this is a brilliant plan. theoretically being the word of the day. the plan would help millions, this is true. but how many actually deserve it? i would guess that less than 20% actually do. the rest are living off of unemployment, as they have since before the recession and are reaping from the benefits. free health care is a horrible idea. i know for a fact that there are thousands that do not need it. there are kids in my class that receive government funding and they have a Dolce and Gabbana purse. i know you are arguing, "what if they were given the purse?" that is beside the point. oh, and their mother's drug dealer boyfriend's Caddie is also beside the point. as much as Democrats say they are "open minded", they sure are not open minded to accept those who are Republicans. hypocrites,  both are dirty hypocrites.

well, to say the least, my favorite manifesto creator would have to be... Karl Marx. the Unabomber is a close second, in the fact that he's an insane emo kid that likes the woods a bit much. people who do not understand the purpose of a manifesto obviously should not be reading a blog. manifestos, in some cases, should be seen through clear eyes; purified of all bias. if you do not grasp my concept, go read Junie B. Jones and forget these typed words so you can sleep better at night in your racecar bed.

The Art of Warcraft

okay, so i have to go on about WoW. i have posted nonstop about other things and now i have to post about the ting that has gotten me through/over many occasions and feelings. it has also had it's fair list of cons as well. World of Warcraft is stereotypically a "guy thing" but i'm sorry douchebags, i PvP like a BOSS. just so you know, i'm FTH and if you are an ally, gtfo. currently i am a lvl 83 Blood-Elf Frost Mage. a kitty, yes. i bought cata as a collector's and i have all the box sets. i have merch and i'm ready to yell at any fat ally dude out there that wants to say that the Horde sucks. 


What WoW has helped me through:

• a summer
• during the summer of '10, i wasn't really going 'out'. i sat at home and played WoW with my friend Alec. [for those who use vent, that's cool, but i enjoy Skype] we skyped from 12pm to 3am. day in, day out. how saddening.
• sophomore year
• my then boyfriend, Corey, got a job and really didn't have time for me. i played WoW to keep myself from thinking that my own boyfriend didn't want to talk to me.

Cons of WoW:

• Yes, WoW steals your soul.
• Costly, i'm a broke teenager. Blizzard merch is expensive
• a break-up
• when corey broke up with me, we are Real ID friends, and i couldn't go online with the threat he, or our mutual friends, being online.

in all consideration, i still play. but, i refuse to let myself get fat or acne ridden as Eric Cartman did. by the way, thanks guys for all that publicity. but i am whole heartedly a WoW nerd.  because, live or die... Lok'tar Ogar!

prom 2011 - the aftermath

as posted in my previous blog, i went to prom this year. we took pictures at the prom's location and went to eat at Miyabi's; this lovely Japanese bar and grill in the Columbia/Irmo area. the food was fantastic. a true dinner and a show. after we left there, we went back to prom. prom itself was just as i expected, a little awkward and a lot of talking without that much movement. then things turned for the more annoying point of view. my friend, Nickpapageorgeo, brought a girl to prom that was wearing the exact same dress. i don't know if you know how pissed that makes someone, but it's above and beyond rage. i honestly wanted to shoot an ice lance at her face. things became really awkward for a while, that is, until the Cupid Shuffle came on. i don't know why, but that dance is extremely popular at my high school. that and Dougie(ing). we started the Cupid Shuffle and of course, of all people, the zipper on the back of my dress broke and tore all the way down to my ass. i ran out of the congregation area, with Kayla and Meggy, and went to the bathroom to see if she could unzip and re-zip it. of course that would be too difficult to understand and did not work. yeah, i did cry. a lot. my friend Heather than came into the bathroom with her friend Kayla (another Kayla) and said that she had another dress in her car. you are probably thinking the same thing i was... who the hell carries dresses around?! she handed me a blue dress that was held up by a strap around my neck. bless her heart, but this dress made me look fat and was too big. i wore it and called my mom. she brought me my freshman year prom dress and i wore that for the remainder of the night. over all, i enjoyed it. jason was very patient and kind. 


in all consideration, prom 2011 wasn't all that bad. actually, if i didn't go with Jason, it probably would have permanently been scarred. 

prom 2011

that time of the year has once again rolled around. prom. the times when you have to decide who you would like to waste an ample amount of money on and go to a horrible decorated building with. this year, i will be going with Jason. but, like all, i must tell of my previous proms. no, they aren't that interesting, but i would like to recollect how they have been in comparison. 

freshman year

i went with, then boyfriend, corey. it was a nice prom with an okay theme. the theme was masquerade. we had little masks sitting all around the tables and the backdrop was something you would expect from The Masquerade of the Red Death. deep coloured drapes and all. my dress was beautiful. i had purchased it at Dillards and i knew i had to have it time i saw it. why this cheesy and cliche' statement? because Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls was playing when i saw it. it was meant to be. black with white trim. when you picked up the dress, it was actually square shaped. kayla, my cousin and best friend, was shopping with me when we found it. very Helena, very dark, very me. the prom itself was probably better than the year following due to the fact that i had more of my friends going to this prom. the rest graduated that year. music kind of sucked but that's how it is with DJ's at high school proms. i do remember leaving prom and wanting to go anywhere but home. so we tried to go to Wal-Mart. don't judge, i'm from SC. when we get to Wal-Mart, we could tell something was wrong. i get to the door. Wal-Mart was closed. yes. the infamous 24-hour-always-open-no-matter-if-there-is-hurricane-force-winds Wal-Mart was closed. i felt so betrayed. turns out, the Wal-Mart in my town closes at 11. what.the.hell. so corey took me home and that was that.

sophomore year

this year, again, i went with corey who was still my boyfriend. at my school, you cannot buy your own prom ticket until you are a junior. which meant that if you were above the age of 14 and younger than 21 and was not a junior or senior, you better find one who needed a date. well, i wore a blue strapless dress. it had a black sash and was nice with my pasty skin tone. it was a relatively nice prom. quant. but it was a bit lonely since my friends had tapered off in the past year. the music really sucked that year. i think the DJ had Beiber Fever. the prom was themed as 'A Night Under The Stars' and had these big bue and silver sparkly stars everywhere. the decorations were exceptionally better than the previous year. we left prom and he took me home. no midnight bowling. no Waffle House. just home. to do nothing.

so this year is themed 'A Red Carpet Event' and the invitations look like garbage. Jason will be meeting a majority of my friends at this event... looking like James Bond. it's going to be great. 

those depressing days

i know we've all been there. sitting around, feeling like crying your eyes out. whenever asked what's wrong, you can't really give a valid reason other than the fact that you are 'bored to tears'. i am currently having one of those moments. i don't know what you do when you have these moments, but i sit in my room, in the dark, and listen to depressing 'slit my wrists' music and hope it's the end of the world as i know it. cheery, right? i don't know why i would do this, considering the antidote is definitely sunlight, friends, and a lot of loud music. for some reason i like to bask in my self pity and hope that everyone else who i hate feels my pain. 

wow. i really sound like an emo kid. i'm sure Miricalgrow would be proud. 

oh! another grand aspect to this pity party is that i become skeptical and more paranoid than usual. i talk myself into believing that my friends hate me and that my boyfriend no longer wants my company. truth be told, i actually fear the second portion of that statement more than the first. right now, i am so scared to believe that Jason no longer wants my company. i know it's an irrational fear, but it's still there. white elephant? any who, i know that he loves me. hell, if he didn't love me, i wouldn't know how to handle it. 

not to be mushy, but this is MY blog and i can praise my boyfriend as much as i would like. the reason i value his life in mine is because he's everything i want. if i didn't have him there to talk to me, i would be the loneliest person i know of. saddening, i know. 

i wouldn't speak so highly of Jason if it weren't true. to all of those who would like to critic him, go die. everyone has low points and high points. i'm sorry he has more high points than you. his mistakes have been assessed and now there is nothing, to me, that is wrong or unjust about him. 

NOTE: i am not trying to take away his hardass image, that is not the goal. i'm sure he can kick your ass, but to me, i like to see how kind and passionate he is. 

now that i have strayed completely off topic, i would like to return. the point of this whole rant is that, if you want to be happy on those unhappy days, go out and do fun things. but, if you are like me and would like to wallow in self pity, put in a chick flick that reminds you that you think your boyfriend doesn't love you anymore and cry until your little heart breaks. oh, you get extra points if you can do it while in footy pajamas! 

i would like to say that i am still depressed, but alas, i am not. Jason has, once again, brightened my day. best part, he doesn't even know it... another reason that i love him. 

Sundays

have you ever woken up, on a sunday, and had the feeling that your life is on a rapid decrease? yeah. welcome to the slump that i am currently stuck in. every sunday, i wake up with all of the intentions that make a day grand. like, 'i'm going to finish my english project.' and 'i will clean up my room.' but alas, these things are not accomplished because i soon realize that the day will end the same no matter how productive i am. 

now that you have read all of that pessimistic, boring bullshit, time to discuss the more sunny aspects of sunday. on sundays, i enjoy playing World of Warcraft. yes, i am one of those people and since this is MY blog, i will probably make a many references to the game or rant about it quite frequently. i also enjoy hanging out around the house with my sisters because, well, they are on their way to become hilarious people. i enjoy swimming when it's warm, and bitching about the cold when it's cold. 

i know all of these things sound peachy, but to be honest, there is one activity that beats them all. yes, there is an activity out there that i love more that WoW. that activity, well... i love to be around my boyfriend, Jason. i know, mushy, but it's true. it's one of those things that make me extremely happy day-after-day and he can brighten up any bad day i have, even a sunday.