Saturday, August 31, 2013

Went Pee

Seriously, this is why we're friends. Hashtag Michelle

The shirt I'm wearing is from Walmart!

I'm getting a Penny Board. Actually, I got a Penny Board. It's orange with black wheels. And it's beautiful. It was only 65 bucks, too! Wow-y, that's crazy awesome.
On to other news, I just got back from Walmart. Can I just tell you how much I love that place?
At Walmart there is always that one person. The one you keep seeing throughout your shopping trip. The one you make awkward eye contact with. The one you try and avoid, and you know they're doing the same thing. But for some reason, you keep running into each other. And it doesn't happen every time you go, but every time you go you worry just a little bit that you'll do that again, or you'll see someone you know.
Why is that so bad? Seeing someone you know at Walmart. It almost seems embarrassing. But I don't know why! Because we all know that we all shop at Walmart. So why are we ashamed? I'm PROUD of it!

Friday, August 30, 2013

Girls have more emotions that boys. It's scientifically proven. So by the end of the day, all us girls get even more emotional, from all the extra emotional juice we have left over. And that's why you always feel sad or cry-y or excited or emotionally drained. Because we have extra.
You see, God just wanted to make sure we had enough to last us the day.

Thursday, August 29, 2013


I love my job, It's grate.

Right now there's a kid massaging my back. How does that make you feel? His name is Derek. I just found out that he is a mormon! JUST LIKE ME! AHH! Well, this is great news. This just made my day a bajillion-trillion times better. Wow. This is great. GRATE. Have you seen that? Lemme see if I can find it.. One minute..

Stupid Rules

Sometimes, I wish I was one of those people who could post their feelings online and not care what other people thought of them. Because I would totally post something depressing or whatever right now.
Now, don't ask me why. Because I don't know. It's just this totally horrid feeling I have. I have a pit in my stomach, my head is spinning, I wanna cry and scream and yell, but at the same time I just wanna curl up into a little ball and sleep for forever. I'm in that mood that, no matter what anyone says, I still feel like $#!@!#$$%%^&*)@(#$%*$@#$@%$!!. It really sucks.
I wish I didn't feel like this. But I guess without feeling bad, you can't feel good. Without dark there is no light. Without evil there is no good. Blah blah blah. Stupid rules.


There's a game going on right now. Utah vs. USU. It's sorta a big deal.

All I'm Doing is Eating Chocolate Covered Raisins and Listening to Music.

Dear Blog,

Dear Blog,
Last night there was a dance that I didn't go to. I didn't really want to go, like, at all, but all my friends were going. And Today, just now, I found out one of my friends really wanted to go. So now I feel bad for not going! Oh my dear Blog, I love how I can talk to you however long and about whatever I want all the time. I sure hope you don't share these posts with anyone. Because that would be embarrassing.
Sierra N. Osmun

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Lot's of pictures, and being anti-social.

Here I am, with my Cherrios and my phone. Not being social during a college dance, no milk, and needing a shower.
Here I am, drinking the water I oh so wish was milk. Still eating Cherrios, still needing to shower, still being anti-social.
Here I am, looky! I put my hair down! Weird, I know. A little change in scenery you could say. I don't wanna dance. All you do there is grind or stand awkwardly. I want to actually dance dance. Not dance. Because people are stupid and I think I'm gonna have a dance party in my room.
Care to join me??

Monday, August 26, 2013

Hey, he's cute.

I made some new friends today. Their names are.. Well.. I can only remember Kendall and Alison. Kendall and I started telling everyone that we were together, and somehow they believed us. That was pretty funny to me.. But on the other hand, he's cute! So.. Who knows.

2 Seasons

There should only be two seasons. One where you wear no clothes at all, and the other where you wear all of them. It's a pain to have all of these in between seasons. Fall and Spring. Psh. Actually, I really like fall. I love to step on all the leaves. It's a real problem I have. I have to step on all of the leaves, and if I don't it bugs me for a while after. But anyway..
Fun Fact:: "Anyways" is not a word.
So clothes. It's a pain to have all these shorts and t-shirts. Why can't we just have a season of.. You know what, you're probably getting bored of this post already. Cause I am.

Saturday, August 24, 2013


Today was an eventful day. If any of you were wondering, I suck at pool. I suck SO bad, it's not even funny anymore. Onto other events, I cleaned my roooooom. Sorta. I still need to organize a little bit, but whatevaaa.
I'm over people. Who needs them? NO ONE! That's who! All I need is my comforter and York Patties. And you wanna know something? That's exactly what I have! So I'm set. It's a good thing my roommate isn't here, cause if she was, I don't even know what would happen..
I also cut up a shirt to sleep in, it's a little too short, but I just so happen to LOVE IT. It's a problem, because it's extremely comfortable, and I want to wear it everywhere everyday every single second. So yeah. Basically. The end.

Meet Kyler.

This is my friend. His name is Kyler. He's really good at pool, or so he thinks, and he's cute. He doesn't have a roommate yet, but his room is super clean, so he is SO ready for him to come. They're going to the candy mountain.
P.S. NEVER look that video up on youtube. Dumbest thing ever.

That's what college is for.

You know what college is for? Eating brownies for breakfast and losing stuff at parties.
Can you guess what I did last night? Ding Ding Ding We Have A Winner! I went to a party! A foam party, and it was so much fun. Until I realized, after I left, that my Student ID, Drivers License, and Room Key were all missing out of my pocket. As you could imagine, I freaked out. And I couldn't get back into the party without my student ID. So, I called a million people trying to get someone to look for my stuff. Obviously, everyone was partying way too hard to worry about my oh so important problems.
So as you could guess, by now I was a nervous wreck. I was talking to my two friends, close to tears, and ready to just collapse because I was so exhausted.
But then, I got the call.
My friend Dyllin had found my ID and Drivers License!! It was amazing! Through all that sticky foam and crowd, he found my cards! I mean, I still have to buy a new key card, but ah! He found them!

Our Neighbors

I'm in Love I'm in Love and I don't care who knows it!!!

HAHAHAHAHA jk. Now that we've got that out of the way and I've got your attention, let's talk about the girl next door. Not the whatever, the actual, literal girl who lives next door to me. Her name is.. Well, let's call her Suzan. Me and my roommate go over to her dorm to show her and her roommate a magic trick. We were trying to get to know our neighbors. We walk over there and are chatting. We're talking about our majors, and when we asked her she said Sex. That Sex was her major. Me, being myself, busted up laughing. I couldn't handle it. It was too much for me. AND I thought she was making a joke.. No no. She was not. She's majoring in Sex. More on that later.
Now, I am off to breakfast! Wish me luck!


I'm wearing rings.
I love rings. I love to look at them, I love to wear them, I love to hold them, I just love them. There is one specific ring that I would like to have eventually. I don't want it any time soon, of course. I mean, I'm only 18 for crying out loud!

Friday, August 23, 2013

Meet Michelle

I met a girl today, and now we're friend. Her name is Michelle, and her favorite color is yellow. She has a mustang that she painted yellow. Isn't that cool? Anyway, her name is Michelle and she likes to go outdoors. Camping, tanning, boating, you name it and she does it. She's a pretty cool girl, and I have a feeling we're gonna be friends.
I caught the Bouquet.
I also met a boy. His name is Nick. I met him in the Temple when I was waiting for my sister to come out. He goes to BYU, likes to run, and plays the banjo just like me.
Josh was there too. I'm gonna marry him someday.

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Cray Cray

It is so bloody hot in my house. I swear, the AC isn't on or something, cause I'm dying. This morning it looked like it was going to rain. And now it's 90 degrees outside! Holy poop it's hot. I can't wait for winter. Winter is my love. I love wearing shorts, but jeans are awesome. And really, who doesn't love wearing hoodies?? ONLY THOSE CRAY CRAY PEOPLE WHO EAT THEIR OWN CLOTHES or something equally weird like that.
So it's hot, and I'm listening to pandora.
My sister got married today.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Hey Jude!

Hey Jude,
It's a fool,
Who plays it cool.

So true. There are always those people. Something super embarrassing happens to them, and instead of laughing it off they decide that it would be better to just act like it was meant to happen.

Na na na,
Na na na naaa,
Na na na naaa,
Hey Jude!

On another Note.

The first day of classes. Sorta. Let's talk about it.
I'm going to USU, as you all know, and at USU there is a freshman class for a week, the week before real classes start, that kinda shows you stuff about college. And the first day was today. And guess what? I'm still alive! Yep, that's right fools, I survived.
On another note, my sister is getting married tomorrow.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

I keep it simple.

I keep it simple.
I longboard.
I play the uke.
I wear real glasses.
I have a lot of t shirts.
Here I am, at college, at 8 o'clock in the morning. Why, you ask? I have no idea. Both me and my roommate woke up at 7, not knowing why, and not being able to go back to sleep. And how do yu think we feel about that? STUPID.

Monday, August 19, 2013

Oh Looky

I'm going to college today. And I'm freaking out just a little bit.

Oh looky. I wrote this this morning. And guess what? I'm at college.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Friend Zoned Level:: Pro

So you know when guys say that if they're "friend zoned" there's no hope of having a romantic relationship with that girl. But for me, it's totally different. Pretty much the opposite actually.
You see, I date friends. I don't date people I just met, or people I barely know.
I date friends.
So if you're in the friend zone with me, make a move!

Mission Farewells

Mission farewells are always awkward. The hugs and the handshakes. The old friends and the one leaving. There are four types of people at farewells. The best friends. The acquaintances. The tag alongs. And the ward members.
The best friends. They're the ones who stay at the house for hours, help set up, help take down. They are the ones go will see the missionary everyday up until they leave, and then take them to the MTC drop off.
The acquaintances. These are the people who had a class or two with the future missionary. They talked and occasionally ate lunch together. They aren't a good enough friends to stay a long time, and they're mainly there for a hug and some good food.
The tag alongs. The best friends friends. They know who the missionary is, but they don't personally know them. They are there for the food.
The ward members. Now these guys are there to support. They may not be friends, they may not even talk to the missionary, but they are just there. Eating your food.

People are strange.

"I'm not going to do drugs."
"Oh, so Marijuana then."
"Haha no!"
"Marijuana isn't a drug, it's an herb man."
"I'm not doing that either."
"Let's get wasted then."
"First, no. Second, you wouldn't. Third, your girlfriend."
"Haha you know me better than I imagined."
"I know."
"But I have a hello Kitty Bong."
"Oh gosh."
People are strange.


Guess what I'm wearing? Clothes from the DI. I ROCK THE DI CLOTHING STYLE.
I feel like a lot of people think I'm a weirdo. But you wanna know something? I don't really care. Are you a weirdo? Yes. Am I? Yes. Is your pet dog Todo? Yes. Everyones a weirdo. But you know what they say, if everyone is it's the same thing as saying no one is. Hashtag I love The Incredibles. Hashtag Dash.

I Have No Idea About College Anymore

I just got back from Lake Powell, and it was amazing. I got to chill and read and tube. I'm officially a pro wakeboarder now.
But back to reality, I'm going to college tomorrow... And I'm freaking out a little bit. My clothes are in the washer, I don't have enough hangers, I need some more boxes, my room isn't packed up all the way, it's also a mess, I have no idea what to do with half the crap that I own, and I'M GOING TO COLLEGE TOMORROW!
I have two dentist appointments, a shopping list, a best friend who needs me, a farewell, and a freaking awesome dinosaur collection to deal with. And how am I going to do all of this you ask? I HAVE NO IDEA.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Lake Powell and Some Other Things I Don't Know

So I'm going to Lake Powell tomorrow.
I invited my best friend to come with me. But now we're not really best friends anymore. It's really confusing and painful and I don't wanna talk about it. And this is my blog, so I get to decide what we talk about!
I love Lake Powell. I love to just relax and read and swim. It's the best vacation ever.
But I can't stop thinking about this friend. See, I have two. Two really good friends. I might even say best friends.. Well, not anymore. Turns out, there is nothing wrong with them, there's something wrong with me. It's always something I do. No matter what. I've lost countless friends to things I do. I get jealous, I don't tell them enough, I tell them too much, I am too clingy, I am not clingy enough. There is just always something I do to mess and screw up a relationship that's going perfectly.
I just don't get it. I don't get what's wrong with me. Well, obviously, I know cause my friends will tell me. I don't know, I guess I'm just feeling really down on myself, you know? You feel like this too, right? Sometimes? I don't know, I just can't be the only one. The only one who feels like a screw up every second about every aspect in their life.
I don't know.
I don't know.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

Deleting Spree!!

I think I might delete everything!
My Facebook, my Twitter, my, my Instagram, my Blog... Okay. That's a lie. I would only delete my twitter. I don't get on Facebook all that often, but I feel like it's sorta something everyone needs. I love my Instagram, and I LOVE this blog. I have two. One everyone can see, and one that no one can see. I think I'll delete that one. I could delete my cause I don't really care about it too much, except it's funny sometimes.
I don't know. It just seems like a lot of drama to deal with that I don't want to have to deal with. You know? Confusing, but whatever. I'm deleting my other blog! But you shouldn't care, you couldn't read it anyways! I'm going to delete my other social media apps too. I'm keeping Snapchat cause I love it. I'm keeping Instagram because it's awesome. I'm keeping Blogger because AAHH!. But I don't know about the, Facebook, or Twitter apps.. What do you think I should do?


Sometimes my posts can get pretty real. Sometimes they're funny (or at least I think they are). Sometimes they can be stupid, random, or whatever. But you know what? I'm so sick of people making fun of my writing. I can make fun of myself, but I'm the only one who can. I don't care if I say one thing and say another a day later! It's my blog and I can post what I want to! If you don't like it, you can leave. If you like it, pull up a chair cause it'll totally be chill to hang with you.

On a completely unrelated note, I need new friends. I'm sick of the ones who treat me worst than dirt, and I'm ready to go to college and start over. I want to change who I am, because obviously who I am now is not working out too well. I hate being disliked. If I know someone is mad at me, I can't sleep. And I know that people are annoyed with me. Which is tearing me up inside. And the only way I can stop it is if I just don't talk to them. I thought I had best friends who would stick around.

Concoction for Death

My room is a freaking pig sty.
I've come to realize in the past month or two that I am totally OCD about my room. I don't know how I'm going to deal with it in college with a room mate.. How am I supposed to let someone make my room all messy with their stuff? It's gonna be a challenge, but I'm gonna be able to do it.
I'm a very organized person. You'd never guess that I was by looking at me, but I really am. I know exactly where things go and where things are supposed to be. When my room is messy, I can't focus. I also have a hard time cleaning it. Because I'll start with one thing, but get side tracked by another thing to clean all together.
My laziness combined with my OCDness is a concoction for death.

I'm not a psychopath!

So here I am, packing up all of my things. I feel like I have so much, but at the same time, I have so little. These boxes seem so empty. They are filled with my belongings, yet they could all be empty and I probably wouldn't care.
Sometimes, I wish the whole world would catch fire. All of everyones things would burn, and we would be left with nothing. Everyone equal, no money, no houses, no objects. Just us people and the land. We would have to start all the way over, start from the bottom and work our way up.
Wouldn't that be great? We would all be equal. Be able to bond. All we would have is each other and our Religions. We would become one and come together.
I don't know, cause now I sound like a psychopath. I'm not I promise!

My back hurts, and did I tell you I'm in a band?

My back hurts really, really bad.
In other news, me and my younger brother Hunter have a band! It's called CH, as in chalk or chariot. It's for CC and Hunt. And it's AWESOME. We haven't really recorded any songs yet or anything, but we will. And when we do, I'll post them on here and see if you all like them. I say you all like a lot of people read this awesome blog... But I did get 46 views today! 30 something yesterday. Boom. Yeah, you could say that I feel great.
So anyways, CH is our band. We just sing and beatbox. Believe it or not, I think we're pretty good, but that's cause I'm the singer. Whoop. Go CH!!

Friday, August 9, 2013

Hearing myself Type.

As you can tell (you being anyone who actually reads this blog), I am in a writing mood. And you wanna know a secret? Well, it won't be a secret after this... I love the sound of keys on a keyboard being clicked and tapped on. Same with clicking on a mouse. I loved being in computer classes for that reason. I just love the sound of everyone tip tap tapping away on their keyboards. And I love to hear it on mine!
So there you have it, the truth comes out. I love to sit in my room and just type up random things so I can hear myself type. And that's what a blog is for! It's like hearing myself think, but not really. It's eventually going to become a problem I'm sure, especially considering I suck at typing and I'm really lazy sometimes, but all in all, I love the sound, and I won't stop! So strap down and get ready for some useless writing by the amazing, keyboard-loving me!!


i need some boxes
to fill up with all of my things
all of the big and little things
all the stupid things and awesome things
i need boxes to fill up my life with
and all my belongings too

Show Yourself Off!

Hurricane by Bridgit Mendler? LOVE IT. I love it so much. She sounds like she has an English accent in it though. Don't get me wrong, I love it. I think it's a really cool effect. But I'm worried of what others are gonna say about it.
Why do we live in a world of hate? It's horrible. No one can be themselves completely, because without fail, there will be someone who makes fun of them, disowns them, stops talking to them.
Let's face it, all of us have our own problems. And it really does suck.
And you know what the world says about that? Hide it. It's not okay to be sad. It's not okay to have problems or even show the slightest bit of them.
But you know that I say? Show them! Be them! Let the world see who you really are! It's okay to be sad sometimes, it's okay to be who you are!

My Family

College is coming up pretty soon. I still gotta finish packing. I wanna eat chocolate covered raisins. And just sit here and blog all day.
Blogging is an outlet for me. I listen to some music and I sit here and type type type away. I type about whatever is on my mind. And you wanna know what's on my mind right now?
Absolutely nothing.
Now you could chuckle and laugh at that, saying I'm stupid or that I have no brain, feel free. But guess what?
And you know why?
Because I'm strong. I don't need your approval to be who I am. I don't need to have friends to be happy. I'm my own person. I don't need views, likes, favorites, retweets, pins. I don't need someone to be there for me every step of the way.
And guess what? If I did, that's what I have a family for. I love my family. More than I think I'll be able to love anything or anyone in the world.
My older brother protects me. He helps me and lifts me up. He defends me. When I don't fit in or don't feel good, he's there. He's there to help me out whenever I need it.
My older sister is one of my Heroes. She is always there for me and tells me the truth. She tells me what to think, she tells me what is right. She is so supportive in anything I do and in anything I say. She stands by me.
My younger brother somehow knows when I need a hug, or a smile, or just an eyebrow wiggle. He is so in-tune with me and the rest of my family. Always knowing when I need something, he is there for me.
My younger sister loves me so much. I can feel the love in her hugs. She will always love me and I will never stop loving here and being the over-protective sister I am. It's my job.
My youngest brother can make me smile no matter what. He's so bubbly and happy, so good. So innocent. He's my baby brother.

I love my family. And there's nothing anyone can ever do about that.

I have a little less wisdom now.

I got my wisdom teeth out yesterday. And all I wanna do now is eat a taco.
The doctor said it was probably the easiest ones he's done so far. He's a pretty new guy, but I am going to take that as a compliment. And I'm not that swollen either, which is really nice. I ate some food today, it hurt, but that's okay because is was delish.
But you wanna know the lame part? I didn't say anything cool after. All I did was repeat stuff. Which I guess is pretty funny, but still.
They couldn't get the IV in very well. Whenever I give blood or need an IV or blood drawn, it's always really hard to find a vein. They tried in both hands and both elbow pits. Finally got one. I love watching though, is that weird? Cause I love it! It's so cool to watch, finally get it in a vein.. I don't know, I guess I'm just crazy. Maybe a little, maybe a lot, but I definitely am.


I'm painting a mural in the house of a neighbor. It's of the solar system, and may I say that it looks awesome? Because it does, not to brag.
I love space. It's so beautiful, mysterious, amazing, big, awesome! There are these shoes at Vans that have space all over them, the night sky and galaxies. I love them, but they're $55. So if anyone would like to contribute to the Sierra-Loves-Those-Shoes fund, that would be awesome. If you're not willing to donate some money, hugs will do. Due? I don't know which one to use.
Anyways, I got a question. Does space scare anyone else? I love it, it's so cool and fascinating, but it's also super scary. Knowing that it never ends, it just keeps going on forever and ever. I don't know, but I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one who thinks that.
It's just like thinking of when we die or before we came down on this earth. What happens? I'm mormon, so I believe in no beginning or end. But that just hurts my brain. I can't think of having no end to things. And having no beginnings either? That's just crazy to think about. You try and imagine there actually being an end, but then what would that be like? No one knows!! But there's gotta be something else after this life. Or what would it be like?

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

Stay classy.

I'm gonna start taking Metabolism pills. To boost my Metabolism.
There are SO many pills for SO many different things. Pills to be happy, pills to be calm, pills to be thinner, pills to make you throw up. So many pills, so little time.
And, why, you ask? Because people are never satisfied! Never satisfied with what you've got, you just gotta smile and be happy.

Pasta and Potatoes

Pasta. I LOVE pasta.
I could eat it for every meal. I could eat it everyday every hour every everything! It's just that good. I wanna go to Italy some day and try all of their pasta. I think it would be amazing.
So there's this stuff called Carbonara. I don't know how to spell it. It's a breakfast spaghetti type of dish. Made with noodles. Pasta. Boom. It has eggs, cheese, spaghetti noodles, bacon, and green peppers. Best dish ever.
There's also some stuff called Pasta Al Forno. Again, no idea how to spell it. Red sauce, ham, noodles, cheese, and magic is in that amazing stuff. MAGIC.
Basically, I love pasta. Pasta and potatoes.
Seriously, everything is made out of potatoes.. Twice baked potatoes, mashed potatoes, baked potatoes, hashbrowns, fries, tater tots, and all that jazz.
So what we can conclude is that Pasta and Potatoes are the best foods ever.
Okay? Okay.
Side note. There are ants all over my room.

Monday, August 5, 2013

Tell me I'm Wrong.

These battle scars, don't look like they're fading, don't look like they're ever going away, they ain't never gonna change. These battle scars.
Now, I know I posted these lyrics before as a joke, but I'm in love with this song. It rips at my heart.
Am I too blind to see, this is happening to me, outta nowhere, outta nowhere.
These two songs>>>>>
I'm gonna mix them together, they would just sound so good together.
Tell me I'm wrong.


I was stung by a bee today. Twice. For the first time ever.
To put it lightly, I almost died.
I don't know, it's pretty horrible. The bee was IN MY SHIRT. HOW. I don't know, but it hurt. And right after that, I had to go to the dentist. The dentist! So that was a triple Whammy (one bee sting, two bee sting, dentist). And to top it off, I got my new beautiful Vans dirty! Oh snap. I'm gonna get mad or something.
Haha just kidding. I don't get very mad very often.. Or maybe I do..

Sunday, August 4, 2013

There Are No "Best Friends"

I've decided there is no such thing as a "Best Friend" anymore. I don't even know if there ever was. A best friend wouldn't lie to you, call you annoying, stop talking to you, anything like that.
But then, why, do my "Best Friends" do that to me all the time?
I'm sorry, but I am SO sick of everyone.
Please forgive me for venting on social media, for I know that's so annoying and you think "Wow, no one wants to hear your sob story. Use a tissue, not a keyboard."
But I'm venting anyways!

Saturday, August 3, 2013

I I I work out.

Working out. Now isn't that everyone's favorite thing?
When I work out, I look like a drunk sloth. We all look pretty bad sometimes. But there are those people who are weirdos and can run 43 miles in 5 minutes. You know, those people we all hate but adore at the same time?
Lets burn them all..
Okay, that may be a little too far. We all strive to be like them. Toned, fit, good metabolism, healthy. All you guys are excercising while I'm over here eating my donuts and my tres leches cake. Can you say "Yum?"l
Yes. Yes you can. If you can read this, you should be able to say it.
Back to exercising, I'm actually doing it right now! Walking on the treadmill. Boooyaaaahahahaaa!


These things. So much sugar.

Thursday, August 1, 2013


Sometimes, I don't get annoyed easily. And thwn other times...
For real, I'm such a girl when it comes to being annoyed. I can hide is pretty well most times. But sometimes, I can just feel it building up in my like the red crap in the thermometer when it goes up way too fast and explodes.
It could be your little brother popping his knuckles, your friend accusing you of something that you didn't do (while laughing and playing it off as a joke), or just someone looking at you the wrong on the street.
I don't know, maybe it's just me. Maybe it's a girl thing. Maybe it happens to everyone.
Got a TV for college. Built in VCR. Yolo.

Online Wanting To Shop Phase

I have a new obsession. But I don't even know if it counts.
Online Shopping.
I can't stop. It's a problem. But here's the thing.. I don't even buy anything. I just look and wish and ask my parents to let me buy it. I don't have a credit card or anything, so I would have to use theirs and then pay them back in cash. Which I have the cash!
Rain boots, earrings, DJ headphones, laptop stickers, glasses, a dinosaur watch, cowboy boots, watch batteries, movies.. It's a problem. Maybe it's just a phase.
Like I said before, everyone goes through these phases. Like the Pinterest phase and the chalk phase and the restaurant phase where you crave one restaurant all the time. The blog phase is a little long for me, but I sorta love it.
Is there an online shopping phase? Or more like an online wanting to shop phase?
Either way. I'm in it.