5 things!

I had a brilliant blog idea last night when I was in bed.
When I woke up I had forgotten about it... which sucks for both of us.
I like writing, and I'm pretty okay at it. I like writing things well, and I'm sure you like reading well written things. Unfortunately, as of late I have been flaky as far as my writing skillz are concerned.

So, today we're going to a 5 Things blog, since I haven't done one in a while.

Things I recommend to you <3

1. Vampire Academy Series
okay, the movie was admittedly terrible, but the books are really really good. I discovered them... three years ago? Maybe four, I can't remember. But I generally pull them out once a year and reread them, because they are brilliant. Read them. If you don't, I won't judge you. I may pity you though.

2. These Laptop Skins
If you have a laptop go here. All the things are pretty. I love pretty things. Make your laptop pretty. I bought...

...this one back in August ♥

3. Living360 Organics

I keep drinking organic things... and I keep loving them.

me today :)

4. This Perfect Video..!

guys, just watch it. I love love love love Tom Hanks and this just makes my heart so happy.

5. My Face.

yes. I recommend my own face to you. Look at me. I'm staring into your soul. Feel free to set me as your phone lock screen or whatever. ;D

in case I don't write another blog, I'm pretty sure I passed my math test this morning, I think my speech teacher hates me & I'm taking my kids to watch Home & Cinderella this weekend!

oh...

AND RHYSSIE'S PARTY!

:D

Camera Love

well since (almost) all of you suck at blog suggestions (yes, all of you except Katiebird, because guess what? blogger gives me a count of how many people read each blog. Just so ya know. I know you're there!!! *insert crazy eyes here*) I have decided to share with you my weekend.

Friday

we went to the drive in to watch Insurgent

(it was really pretty okay for a book adaptation)

Saturday

we played in the rain

it was very wet.

Sunday

we played in the beaaaaaaaaaaaaaaautiful weather outside.

Seriously, weather doesn't get much better than that.

thats all folks!

This Is Why I Am Not An Author

Katiebird asked for conspiracy theory or short story...
I was never really one for conspiracies, so short story was the obvious choice for me. I am very good at rambling on, you know.

well....
I'm going to post it.
and it isn't finished because I have no idea where it would have gone if I had the patience to keep trying.
Mind you - I am not good at this, even a little. I don't care about how to paragraph or phrase, how quotations work or anything like that.
This is why I am not an author :)

It was a cold and foggy morning… It was almost as if I remembered it. I walked the familiar halls with their familiar walls, my fingers dancing across the grey paint as I moved. I made a left turn at the end of the hall. Then all I could see is myself sitting on my bed, agonizing and mourning over something that I could feel had not yet happened yet. I could almost feel where the tears had dried on my face. I watched as I buried my head in a pillow, the dam threatening to burst again as the sound of my own muffled scream filled my ears. All I could do is watch.

Then I wake up.

I get out of my shower, still rattled by my dream. I had it a thousand times but each time I awoke, I was only more confused. I dry quickly and get ready, dancing along to some instrumental version that sounded like a rap song I was vaguely acquainted with as I brushed my hair. I grab my phone but I already know what awaits me as I enter my password.

“Are you okay?” lights up on my screen.

I sigh, shaking my head, but grinning as I do. My short fingers quickly tap out my response.

“Yes, freak. Get out of my head. I’ll see you in ten!” I put my phone in my purse and run outside in enough time to catch the bus. Seven blocks later I get out, fondly looking up at the Bizzy’s Bookstore sign I have seen almost every day of my life. Exactly three seconds later my best friend bounded out with a concerned look on her perfectly made face.

“I’m fine, really Ains. Stop worrying!” I shrug her arms off my shoulders.

“Xanthippe Alexandra Ross! That dream is creepy, I hate how you feel every time you wake up from it. Are you sure we shouldn't go to the leaders about it?”

I snort. “Ainslee, the leaders won’t care about some weird dream the moody precog keeps having. Come on, let’s get our coffee so we won’t be late.”

Ainslee Alixer has been my best friend since the sorting in third grade. We were the only two girls in our grade with a level of ability high enough to move to the government school.

Ainslee is my polar opposite. She pays careful attention to her appearance while I can hardly be bothered to pull my hair back. It may be because she is an empath: she has the ability to feel what other people are feeling. Since we’ve been friends for thirteen years, she’s almost always in tune with what I’m feeling. Her philosophy is that if other people can influence her emotions, she certainly won’t allow them to affect her appearance too.

I on the other hand, am blessed and cursed with the gift of precognition. I see the future. Or, well, at least the current future. Whatever future the world is currently on track for. Ainslee and I both work for the Terra government, we were trained from the ripe age of 8 on how to use our talents to better the world.

Ainslee refused to drop the subject, droning on about how my dream could actually be a vision that would mean something is going to happen as I ordered our coffees. As we walked down the street, she kept rationalizing with me, and I kept ignoring her until she slapped my arm realized I wasn't actually listening anymore.

“Xan! You should really talk to someone about this!”

“And tell them what, Ainslee? That I keep having a bad dream where I’m in a place I’ve never seen crying over something I have no clue about? Yeah, that’ll make them really happy. I’ll just keep focusing on the war.” I rolled my eyes as we entered our building. I nodded at the large telekinetic man standing guard, who returned my nod. Ains and I got in the elevator, she pushing the round number seven as I leaned over and pushed the fourteen.

My floor was actually the thirteenth floor, but because of superstitions and whatnot, our building decided to skip thirteen and label the precognition floor fourteen instead. The other twelve other people in my field laughed at the notion, and it was made even better when I was added two years ago, for a ripe number thirteen anyway. We couldn't get away from it, we were simply unlucky.

Very unlucky indeed.

HELP! I'm In a Funk

I just can't seem to write anything I think is worth actually posting.

I write like, two sentences, backspace, write two more, repeat. Abandon project and try again in two days. It still not all awesome. Its all dumb dumb dumb.

so, I have a solution.
but it will only work if yall work with me, kay??
THIS POST RIGHT HERE has a ton of ideas to write about, but I don't know what y'all wanna read about anymore than I know what I wanna write about.

So, pick one for me! and I'll write about it.
if you want me to write about something else, tell me about it.
but on the reals.

comment on this post.

please :)

if you can't follow directions...

then you don't get a blog post.

or else, I'll just let my fantastic little corner of the internet fall forgotten and waste away.

Twofer

Aren't you lucky? Two blogs in one day? Wow!
I don't remember if I told the blogity blog world that six months ago, I inherited a turtle.

He's very tiny. Shellyfish won him at a carnival and after a week or two of feeling like the turtle was watching her, she gave him to me.
Because I like turtles, okay?
They make me happy.
Well... I spoiled him. I got him all the right food (not that Shelly didn't have the right food, she just didn't have... all of it.)
And I got him a turtle dock.
Calcium supplements. A filter. Turtle block.  Water treating chemicals. The whole shebang of what the internet told me were the basic necessities.
But well, it didn't change the fact that he was living in a 10 gallon fish tank.
So, after a malfunction with his filter (okay, Rhyssie turned the power strip off) for a day some nasty green sludge started to grow. Because let me tell you.
Turtles are super mcnasty.
Like, I'm not even sure the body to poop ratio could ever be proportionate, but seriously... gross.
They stink.
So, even after I restarted the filter... it got very green...
And Gross.
And I do not touch gross things.

So, I began reading up on how to clean turtle tanks and it became painfully obvious that I was going to have to touch gross things.
Then, as I sat one day and watched him swim around in his 10 gallon fish tank, I realized that he had grown... Like a lot.
So I started looking this up.

Okay, so apparently fish tanks and turtle tanks are different.
Fish tanks are higher.
Turtle tanks are longer.
AND
turtles are supposed to have 20 gallon tanks... minimum.
So basically that's why my tiny turtle was able to poop so much and completely destroy his tiny little home.
So I saw an opportunity, just this once, to get my way. Mwahahahaha.

I went to petsmart and got a twenty gallon long tank.
And I got to decorate it how I want. And I got a cool camouflaged filter that looks like a pretty cool rock formation, I got a bigger turtle dock, I got real plants! and fake plants. And cool smooth pebbles. And TANKMATES.
I did a bit of research before choosing Turtle's new roommates.
And I got guppies.
He may eat them. And that would make my kids sad, but it'd be cool, because it means Turtle is growing up! (if you're wondering, yes, my turtle's name is Turtle.) We're that awesome and creative.

So, this is Turtle in his new home.

he's pissed at me because Tylor scooped him up in a cup and dumped him in strange and unfamiliar Turtle Paradise.

Here are Turtle's tankmates. They're guppies. Guppies are pretty fast so he may not be able to catch them in order to eat them. Mwahahha.

Turtle PAradise. It has my cool filter there in the corner, the assorted Turtle safe real plants and a few colorful fake ones... hopefully the fish figure out camouflage...

Kamden is carefully watching the plants to make sure one doesn't float up.

And my sweet Xiaden loves the guppies... yes she knows the turtle might eat them. She hopes not, though.

So there! That's a little more exciting than "OMG, work sucks, I have nothing to do for spring break because it seems that everything is working against me, does anyone want to go to the zoo this saturday and sunday in abilene because my mom can't and because I have to DJ a party on Friday, and wahhhhhhhhh I have no life why can't my ex husband just actually be a dad and take my kids for a whole freaking weekend so I can do regular 22 year old stuff like sleep in and hang out with my friends and go bowling and dancing and act like I have a life even though I really don't, everything sucks!" blog I was going to write earlier, hey? Turtles are cooler than whining.

You Should Know

You should know I logged in with the complete intention of writing a super mundane blog, but I have decided to postpone that and write a slightly more interesting blog tonight.

of course, my version of "tonight" and yours may differ slightly. When I say "tonight" it could mean before I go to sleep this evening, or it could mean tomorrow. Who knows.

Just wanted you to know.

I was thinking of you all.

And I'll be back reeeeeal soon to love on you,

Thanks for reading this completely pointless blog.

Check back laters, baby!

(oh, yeah, I went there.)

PS. this is a thing.

or least... it's going to be. :D

I Can't Brain Today

Yes, yes, I know you've all missed me. It's been a week and a half and I normally come back apologizing for my lack of appearance but today I simply feel apathetic.
I know what you're thinking...
Apathy is the death of a blog.

I know it is.
But for whatever reason, my professors do not understand the meaning of spring break.
Because they've given me so much homework that it will take the entire week off to finish it all. I have two speeches the day I get back from break. TWO.
My brain is mush.
My crafting for my youngest child's party is the only relief I get...
Ah.
...
So many crayons.
.. don't ask, I'll post pictures in a few weeks.
My boss is passively aggressively suggesting that I work more (hah!)
Add all of that to the fact that my child is failing kindergarten aaaaand I just don't have the care to blog.
Mush.
That's what I'm up to.
But my brain is guilting me into writing to you,

So rest assured I'm not dead :) Still alive!
My boss is currently lecturing me about becoming indespensible.
apparently.
if i do more and I work harder then I will get more money..
If I did more and worked harder then I'd be running the dang business by myself....

I'm ignoring him and writing a blog... I feel like that's a real big indication of how I feel about that.
That man is probably the most infuriating and oblivious stresser in my life.

aye aye aye

Ps, I'm in a flirtationship with a reaaaaaaal cute guy from Ireland.

That's the only juicy tidbits you get :*