Day 4- Meet the Fockers...but not really

        My boyfriend came over today and met my grandparents and my sister and we all played games. It was wonderful, he fits in perfectly. I was very content the whole night. New subject though, on the downside, I'm feeling very sicky. My throat is sore and I have nasty mucus, and my head feels as if it might implode at any minute. Therefore, this is all I'm going to write. I'm going to bed.

                                            Goodnight internet.

I cleaned my room for the occasion...except I didn't put my damn socks away.

P.S. Still wearing the sweater
P.P.S Still using my webcam as a camera

Day 3- A love

                    I know it's not technically still 11/26/13 but whatever, it is in my head. I stay up late. But! Yes, today I went to Buffalo Exchange. Holy. Shit. I was in love. Literally, I didn't even know what to do with myself...it was like...being in a room full of the hottest male celebrities in all of history...I was just so overwhelmed. I couldn't take everything in, and I loved each and every article of clothing I lad my eyes on. I was on the verge of having a panic attack...or throwing up...or crying...or screaming...or having an orgasm. All at once.
                   And oh my lord, I met a side of me I didn't even know I ha- just kidding I totally know I do this. I was prepared to fight to the death to get anything I wanted. It was like the fucking Hunger Games up in there. The moment I walked in this wave came over me, and everyone became an enemy...and my first instinct? Kill. It felt like that store was a giant closet of every single piece of clothing I could ever want, and it was all mine. MY imaginary clothes store. And anyone buying it was stealing it from me.

Yes, I covered myself in a pile of recently bought clothes.
Laugh away.

                 Like picture...a giant kitten. Wrapped around a cube of cheese. And mice keep squeezing in between the kitten paws and grabbing a piece of cheese and running out. And the kitten just gets angrier and angrier, and every time it turns to look at a mouse running away after having, moments before, stolen the cheese...a new mouse runs up behind it and steals another. That's what it felt like. But! In the end I bought a multitude of outfits, and walked out of that dream-closet, very content. (Mostly due to the fact that I suppressed my urge to kill anyone who even looked at me the wrong way) By the way...in case you were wondering, I am still wearing my sweater.


Update: 
Camera status: Battery still on the run. Search parties still looking.
Sweater count: 4 days

Day 2- A sad day

                So, yes. I am aware that I didn't post a photo for yesterday. My camera has decided to rid itself of the remaining battery power, and my camera charger has regrettably decided to hide from me. So we are of to a GRAND start now aren't we? I will try to find it today and hopefully I can post a picture tonight. As far as yesterday....lets pretend that there was a photo for that day, and I'll just describe it right now.

               " Day 2- Grandparents" My grandparents flew in last night from the lovely state of Virginia, in order to celebrate the great day of thanks with us on Thursday. My grandfather is quite the eccentric man, and he entertained all of us last night until we were all dozing off every time there was an iota of a pause in between words. What a lovely week this will be."

Day 1- Yesterday

 

                      I went thrift shopping today and bought this lovely sweater. It's completely giant on me but that is the sole reason that I got it. I brought out my vintage side- I read my current book, "The Book of Lost Things" ( I really do enjoy a good far-fetched fiction novel) and listened to The Beatles. Then I took it back even further, and danced, by myself mind you, to the wonderful Frank Sinatra on vinyl. It was a very stress free and grand day. :)

A Realization

        So, I was reading my old posts...what was my purpose? Why did I post them on a blog, cause I sure as hell wasn't "blogging" You're supposed to actually have a motive right? I totally didn't. Just small anecdotes...musings. But! Now I will. So, what I intend to do...hm.....what do I intend to do. Okay. I am going to do that 365 photo challenge. Everyday, starting today (tonight, whatever) I will take a picture to document said day's events. I will then proceed to post it on here, where all you lovely people will see it.


    I've really never finished anything like this, so we'll give it a go. Maybe just maybe, I'll actually complete it, thus gaining my own worth. Dear Lord help me now.


And so it begins.