The Blooper Reel

Remember how I said I was a God Damn Model. When you are finished with this blog please click this link to see yesterdays blog to remind you that I'M A GOD DAMN MODEL

Jayna not only gave me wonderful pictures of myself but she also gave me the silliest ones. 

I'M SO PRETTY! WHY DO I NOT HAVE A BOYFRIEND!

I know why, I'm too pretty. I'm intimidating. 

I mean look at this face. FLAWLESS.

I'm a God Damn Model

My Senior Pictures are done! Here is just a handful of them that I personally loved. There are about 100 more where these ones came from! Big thank you to Jayna who took these for me for no cost because she just loves photography! I'll be sending some of these out or others in my graduation announcements! Now I just have to figure out which ones deserve to be placed inside the announcement! 

I think modeling should be my new career. I just have to not eat for a while to shrink to a size 0! 

Or not, I'm probably considered plus size (and short) for modeling agencies. Because you know, size 3 is a plus size...NOT. Most clothes models wear are size 0's. I don't think I could get a size 0 over my thighs. I did used to be that small in high school. Never again!

I hope you like them all! I was beyond thrilled when Jayna said she didn't photo shop my eyes.
THOSE ARE MY BEAUTIFUL BLUES BITCHES!

Happy Mommy Day!

Happy Mommy Day!

I was looking for a picture of her and I, however I can't find a recent one of us together. I have those tattoo pictures but we don't seem to have any recent ones.

Anyways I appreciate my mom! I APPRECIATE YOU MOTHER! And I'm looking at my scabby body art to prove it. I decided since we went for extreme bonding this year we should continue it as a tradition. Obviously we used our extreme for this year but I have brainstormed a couple of ideas that we could do in the next decade!

1. Skydiving
2. Bungee Jumping
3. Getting a Motorcycle License

Ok well I can't think of anymore but you get this idea. People may thing you are going through a midlife crisis but then you can tell them your daughter put you up to it and she is keeping you young. 

I feel like I leave Dad out of a lot of this, but he wouldn't do ANY of these things with me. He's more for less life threatening events... OH shit. I realized I forgot to wish my dad a Happy Birthday on my blog. FAIL! 

Happy Birthday Daddy! Happy Birthday last Wednesday! So close to senior citizen discount!

I'm at the library and I'm thinking I should of worked out again prior to coming here.  I'm just staring at my laptop tired and unmotivated. I have so many better things to do than further my education! 

Like... watch TV and... sleeping. Along with...eating. 

They are all very important! But I shouldn't complain with almost being done with my college degree. 

My question is if I'm done with college does this blog stop? It is called My Magical, Uneventful, Broke College Life. If I take out 'college' in the title it just seems sad. Or should I start a new one and continue with a different chapter of my life. So many questions! Well this is the biggest form of procrastination! 

A Cool Accidental Encounter

So today I decided to go to the gym before I hit the library. You know, to get out any antsy feeling so I wouldn't have to leave mid study session. I ran a mile on the track and did some more core work outs. I was really focused I felt the burn I was getting just that much closer to an ever more killer bikini body than I already had. Life was just about the workout.

I got thirsty, as any person who works out does. So I blindly got up, not totally looking around me just focused on the water source. When I accidentally bumped into someone. Now this was not an ordinary someone to bump into this is one of those. Whoa... moments that just kind of make you scream inside like a little girl

HOLY FUCKING SHIT! OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! YOU ARE...!

I apologized and went back to my workout, no longer in the zone. 

At my school this person is a well known person. We all know the connection and its just kind of been that cool thing we have. I've never seen him in person before just on TV, in the papers as well as posters, cut outs and the cover of a book.  

Ladies and Gentlemen I ran into none other than Craig Robinson. 

Brother-in-law of President Barack Obama, brother of Michelle Obama.

Now I asked myself this exact question

How the hell do you miss a 6'6" big black man?

I don't even know. Maybe its because I wasn't looking up. 

I also wanted to wish my brother a very Happy 25th Birthday. I was going to make this blog mostly about him but obviously he has been shadowed by something way cooler. 

The Mind Reading Test

I officially revoke Nathaniel's double you're my favorite status.

1. He used a 'U' in favorite. I know that is still spelled correctly but he is not British.
2. He bragged about being a double you're my favorite
3. He is ignoring me on Facebook when I am trying to tell him something important.

Get over it you're not my favorite anything anymore. You are just a blob of BLAH. Not even my favorite blob of blah. Just blah. Normal, boring and forgettable.

Like I said yesterday my roommate no longer comes home, so I sit around my apartment in my underwear. So right no I'm sitting at my kitchen table in a bra and spandex. So if she comes home and I move to less clothing it is going to be awkward to explain it.

Sometimes I like to test if people can read minds. It might sound stupid. But I'm a quirky lady.
I'll walk through populated places screaming things in my head.
I FARTED! BOOBS! VAGINA! I'M GOING TO TAKE OFF MY CLOTHES AND STREAK!
If someone looks at me with wide eyes, I will have found a mind reader. Or maybe someone just noticed the toilet paper tailing on my shoe or my dress is tucked into my underwear. Then I'll just be embarrassed.

Sometimes I wish I could read minds. However I am positive I would decide that was the worst decision shortly after the fact. I have weird thoughts. Right now all I can think of is- what is a weird thought I can think of.

This weekend is going to be a study weekend. Lots of work with material that I would rather not do.

• 4 Page Paper to start writing
• 10 page paper to start writing
• Outline to start
• discussion board posting and replies. 
• Scientific paper readings. 
• Chapter 6,19 and kin selection study guide
• Book readings

Overall school sucks. Lets go back in time an aim to work at McDonald's for eternity

You're My Favorite

I'm literally sitting on my bed, in my underwear watching t.v. shows. I could put on clothes but its warm and my roommate never comes home so why should I bother? Maybe this is my transition into a nudist. Probably not. I could see how this would transform me into a lingerie addict. There is just so much cute stuff out there. Was this another TMI moment? Probably.

You know what I hate

You're my favorite... 

Usually this is followed by a something there is only one of. For example my mom say this to me when I ask if I'm her favorite child.

"You're my favorite daughter!" yeah, that's great mom. Whoop Dee Doo. I'm your only daughter. That's like winning class president because you are the only one that ran. At least lie and say that I am your favorite child. It's not like Nathaniel and I will spend hours arguing about who mom loves the most (Oh by the way, its me, we have matching tattoos). Super special. Pick a meal. Oh chicken nuggets are the only thing on the menu? Chicken Nuggets it is then.

If I'm going to say 'You're my favorite" I'm going to mean it dammit.

Dad, you are my favorite goofball. I know loads of goofy people but you take the cake Mr.!
Mom, you're my favorite shopping buddy! Would I have found 3 amazing dresses without you?! no!
Nathaniel, you're the best skype buddy. Unless you say asshole things. Then you are my favorite person to pretend you don't exist.

I have a paper due at two I think. I need 300 more words that I don't really have in my head. GO ME.  Procrastination Queen right here. WHERE IS MY CROWN DAMMIT!

So I balled my eyes out when I saw this video. Such a touching song. 

My Jello Workout

I worked out this morning. And it was a horrible workout session. I just felt exhausted. Running a mile was difficult. My core workout was exhausting. I couldn't even finish my workout. I had some serious jello body going on. Just exhausted!  I feel like I could just lay down in a seriously awkward position and pass out.

I then came home, took a shower and felt freezing so I hopped back in bed and took a nap. And I may have missed my only class for the day. It is sunny and warm out but I had jeans and a sweatshirt on while others were in shorts and t-shirts. Maybe I'm under the weather? You know that is a really odd phrase we say, under the weather. Technically speaking we are always under the weather unless the weather forms from the ground. I don't feel sick, but I'm exhausted and cold. Well sucks to be me I have to study.

The entire day my bed has been calling me to come crawl back in. 

The tattoo is disgusting. Its super scabby. I'm sure it will look fine in a week or so but man, looks like crap. 

I really like this song. Its really addicting to listen to. 

It's almost like its radioactive.