Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Meet Dino.

Dino Sylvester to be exact.
He is free online, and I want him.

I just really really want a Dwarf Hamster..

Monday, December 29, 2014

Meet Hermit

Hermit Sylvester, to be exact.
Hermit is a Dwarf Hamster currently living at the Petsmart in Logan, Utah. And I love him.

Let me tell you the story about Hermit Sylvester.

Once upon a time I was with my awesome boyfriend at the marvelous store, Petsmart. We were looking around at the fish, thinking about which one to buy for my roommate for Christmas (we decided it would be best to let her pick). We were walking down all of the isles or Petsmart when we came across the Hamsters. I then said
"Boyfriend! Look! Hamsters! I must have one! That one!"
Now, this was a very spur of the moment thing, so therefore, I did not buy him. But as the semester went on, I continued to think about my dear friend, Hermit the Hamster. I decided that, after 3 weeks of thinking and weighing the pros and cons, I would not buy Hermit Sylvester. For I did not live in a pet friendly apartment.
But. Then. Over Christmas break (which is currently happening as we speak), I decided that I would move home. And you know what that means? I can get Hermit because my house is pet friendly!
When I came to this realization, I was overjoyed. But alas, my overjoy-ed-ness would not last for very long. For I had to talk to my parents about it first.
To Be Continued...

And there is the story about how Hermit Sylvester came to be in my life.

Now, what I am asking you, my dear blog readers of America and Beyond, is this: Please convince my parents to let me buy my beloved Hermit. For I love him.

Monday, December 22, 2014

The most Simple of Steps to getting a Boyfriend

So, there's this guy.
His name is Brennan.
He's adorable.

And, even better, he's My Boyfriend!
I know what you're thinking. You're trying to figure out how I, Sierra Noel Osmun, got a boyfriend. And an adorable one at that.

Let me tell you how I did it in the most simple of steps.

-Step One.-
Shower. This step is vital to the boyfriend-getting. It makes you smell bearable (depending on what you do in the shower [i.e. use soap] makes the smell change). And, when you smell bearable, people can talk to you, because they can't smell anything nauseating radiating off of your body.

-Step One and a Half.-
Dry off. You'd think this was obvious. But it is not so.

-Step Two.-
Try and not be awkward. But then be as awkward as you feel. Because it's always best to be yourself and not someone less awkward that you are.

-Step Three.-
Go outside. Okay, I know that this is a hard one, but you just gotta do it! You can wean yourself to it and go out a little more every day, or just do it fast like a bandaid.

-Step Four.-
Say hello to someone of the opposite gender. Or the same gender. I don't judge. But either way, you gotta talk to someone in order for him to become your boyfriend.

**Don't forget to keep showering!

-Step Five.-
Make sure he likes Netflix. Or Flamin' Hot Cheetos. Or something that you like. Cause yeah, oposites attract. But there's gotta be somethin'.

Now, it is important that you do not skip any of these steps.
If you don't skip any of these steps, you will get a relationship like this::

And who doesn't want that?

Thursday, December 18, 2014

off to Neverland

I'm going to run away. I'm not sure where to yet. But I'm going to.
Or, is it really running away if you already live on your own?
Hm. I'll have to think about that one.

Anyway. I'm still not sure where to go. I'm thinking Disneyland. Or, it's even possible, that maybe,

I don't know.

But wouldn't it be great to go to Neverland? No parents, and you still get to be a kid. You get the best of both worlds! I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my parents. I love hanging out with them. I'm even hanging out with them right now. And I love being an adult. Haha, just kidding about that one. But still. I love my parents.
But sometimes,
you just have to,
leave the nest.

And, where better a place to go than Neverland?

The land of fairies and kids, and laughter and freedom, and mermaids!

I freaking would love to be a mermaid. But that's beside the point.

What I'm trying to say, through all of this crap, is this::
When you wanna run away?
Just go to sleep. Or just figure out how many hours until Christmas. Cause, you know, that's always fun.


Sunday, December 14, 2014

I don't even know what to put right here, so... Hi.

Christmas is coming and OH MY GOSH AM I EXCITED.

But there is something else weighing on my mind. It's called life decisions. And it sucks. Oh well.
But not really oh well.
Cause this is my blog, and I get to say what I want.
Except here's the thing. Sometimes, when I want to talk about things on here, I worry that people actually read this and get annoyed.

So you have three options.
One. I could talk about how much life problems suck.
Two. I could talk about my awesome boyfriend.
Three. I could talk (type?) about Christmas.

You know what I'm going to do? Talk about all three!!
So, let's get started.

Life is hard. And sometimes it makes you cry. Even when you're with your awesome boyfriend.
-STORY TIME: Last night I was hanging out with my awesome boyfriend, and I started crying cause he didn't buy me Hot Cheetos. Except not really, I was crying cause I struggle with making life decisions. So I was sitting there crying, and my awesome boyfriend holds me until I stop. The End.-
So basically, I really like my awesome boyfriend, I sorta hate big life decisions, and CHRISTMAS!

Have I ever told you about Christmas at the Osmun's home?
Because, if I have, get ready to read about it again!
Just kidding. I don't wanna talk about what we do. Just what I want.

Obviously, this:

And these:

And, obviously, this:

(It has dinosaurs on it.. With the names of the type of dinosaur next to them... And it's a set..)

And, really, I don't know how to end this...

Monday, December 8, 2014


I really have nothing to say.

Let's talk about Christmas.

Oh my freak. You wanna know how many days there are till Christmas?

Me neither. Let's look it up.

16 DAYS!

Holy cow  I'm so excited!

How I met Your Mother

Can I just express my anger about the show 'How I met Your Mother'?

It was awesome. I loved it. I loved almost every second of it.
the series

I was, to say the least, obsessed.

-Side Note:: I don't want to make obsession look.. Not serious. Obsession is a very serious thing, and people should not take it lightly. But, right now, I am. So.. Hashtag don't judge.-

I absolutely loved the show. It was awesome. The perfect amount of funny, story, and everything else. Until the last season.

(Does that black line on the warning sign boarder look crooked to anyone else?)

I liked the idea of the whole last season being Barney and Robin's wedding. But, it got really confusing at times. Still, I could handle it.

Okay. Calm down, Sierra. It's okay.

I just really didn't like how it ended up. It was stupid. Barney and Robin were supposed to stay together, and the mom was not supposed to die, and everything should have ended up fine.

All I'm sayin', is that I'm not the biggest fan of the ending.

But, also, a lot of people weren't. I just wanted you to know that I'm in that category.

Friday, December 5, 2014


It's just hard to think about sometimes.

So let's not think about it! Let's just think (and talk) about poop.

Poop is a funny thing, don't you think? Yeah. It is.
Poop is always there for you. Unless you have some sort of sickness and don't poop. But I'm just going to assume that you don't have that sickness, and that you do poop.
Because pooping is funny.

Poop is always there for you. Poop is your friend.
Poop is the poop for me.

No matter what, poop does not leave you.
Technically speaking, it does leave you. Your body that is. But you will always have poop. Until the day you die. And then a little after that.

Now, poop can come in all different shapes, and sizes (and colors... but that's gross).
So do friends (except, the color thing isn't gross when it comes to friends).
But, again, we are not talking about friends! We are talking about poop!

And poop?
It doesn't get enough credit.

Just think of how happy it makes people! When you get that big poop out of your rear end, and you barely have to wipe? I call that a good day.
And I think a lot of people would call that a good day.
Or, think about when you're just a little on the constipated side, and you finally get all that poop out! It's awesome! You have to admit that.
It's gross.
But it's awesome.

Nope. That's it. That's all I had to say.

Have a good one guys,

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Read This.

I don't really have anything to say.
Just read that.

Sunday, November 30, 2014

Friday, November 28, 2014


Let me tell you a little story.

Once upon a time, when I was, like, young, my mom came to me. She told me of this amazing book that she had read while going to the bathroom.
This book, was twilight.
She told me all these amazing things and all these cool details about this book, that I started reading it myself.
Now I believe that my dear mother, whom I love so dearly, got twilight super popular.
I loved the book. It was great. By the time I was done with the second book, New moon, two things had happened.
1. I got super sad because New moon is a depressing book and I refused to read on, and
2. The twilight series had gotten very, very popular.

Now, the first time I came into contact with this book, I was mesmerized. The writing was beautiful, the story was captivating.
Once it got popular, I read it again.
This time, was not so amazing.

I started to realize how horrible it was. How controlling and abusive Edward was. How crazy Bella was to be in love with such a creeper. And all that jazz.

Now, I still liked the book. But then, the movie came out.

And that just ruined everything.

It's just a little on the stupid side. El Stupido.

But you know what? I was thinking that everyone has a right to their own opinion. And this is mine. And everyone can think what they want.

Then I found this.

just to, you know, Brighten up your day


Sorry I haven't been posting

I'm failing two classes, possibly three, and I have a job.
So I'm catching up, and working.

And here's the thing. I've been working like crazy, so I haven't been able to blog, and I miss it!

Also, I have a massive zit under my left eye, and it hurts and it won't pop.

Okay. Back to homework.
(I'll keep you updated on the zit.)

Tuesday, November 18, 2014


So I have this friend, right? Right. - I DO have friends, believe it or not. - And this friend, just happens to be a boy. And just so happens to be a boy that I am a little bit fond of. And he also just happens to be my boyfriend.

This was Halloween. NBD. We were a Cowgirl, and a Cow. Oh my freak how cute can you get?

SO basically, what I'm trying to say, is that he's adorable.


You know that moment when, you're listening to music, and a song comes on that just totally reminds you of someone, sometime, somewhere, and it just sucks?

Or that moment when, you're trying to help a friend in need, and they totally shut you down and become a jerk.. Even though you're just trying to help?

Or (this one is gonna be long) that moment when, you were nothing but awesome to someone, and they just totally started treating you like crap, and then suddenly stopped talking to you, and it takes forever for you to get over them, and when you finally do get over them, they start talking to you again, get you hooked, are a jerk again, and then totally yell at you and drop you again?

Don't you just hate that?

Yeah. Me too.

Okay. I know I've complained about a few people over and over again. And I know I just sound like a broken record. And I also know that I said I wouldn't do this anymore.
But like I always say..

So here's me, being dumb again, and totally caring about people who don't care about me.

Love it.

Wednesday, November 12, 2014

let's Cry to sleep Together

Let me start with something simple. Something that everyone feels sometimes. Something that can eat you up, or motivate you.


Sadness, I think we can all agree, sucks hard core. And, really, everyone feels it.
There is not one person who hasn't felt sadness. From that moment you're born and you see the bright light and it gets really cold, you get kind of sad. Cause you were so warm and didn't have to worry about breathing before. Now you do.

But the thing is. It get's better. The sadness I mean.

Now, there are some people who have felt it more than others. I could say people who don't have homes. People who starve. People who aren't free. But I'm going to say people who are in pain.

What is pain? It's different for everyone. A pillow hit may feel like a kick to the stomach to some, and it might feel like an ant crawling on your finger to others.
So that's physical pain.

What about the pain people can't see?

Raise your hand if you've ever cried yourself to sleep.
Haha, did you just raise your hand all alone in front of your computer? That was cute, you cutie!
But really, who has done that? I have. I for sure have. And it sucks. Crying isn't my favorite pass time in the world, I'm sure it's not yours, either.

And let's just talk about this for a second. Crying yourself to sleep. I don't even want to begin with the ideas of why you're doing it. I don't. Straight up, everyone has their reasons. Remember? At the beginning of the post? I said that people experience things differently (okay, maybe not in those exact words...), and something that's small to you, could be big to me. And something small to me, might be big to you. So I'm not even going to start. I'm not going to fathom.

And sometimes, you just hate everything. You hate life. You hate even yourself. But guess what? I don't hate you.

But you know what always makes crying better? Warm blankets, soft tissues, and a friend who understands.

Now. I know we don't know each other. And I know I don't understand. But listen.

You gonna cry to sleep? I'm in.

Monday, November 3, 2014

you're a Failure. (but not really)

Sometimes I feel like this.

And that's a sucky feeling to feel.

But let's be real, it's a feeling that everyone feels in the feels occasionally. And it sucks. But it's a thing; and we need to recognize that because, if we don't, it's quite possible that we would to blow up.

So let's talk about it.

Let's talk about how, when you mess up, you feel so

Let's talk about how, when you have 10-20 page views on your blog a day, you feel so
like you shouldn't be writing at all

Let's talk about how, even though you feel
like you shouldn't be writing at all
you still try. You still get up in the morning and breath in and out. And really, that's all you pretty much need to do all day. If you do that much, I am proud of you. Because I know how hard it can be sometimes. I know how hard it can be to get tired and frustrated and sad, even though all you're doing is breathing in and out and laying in bed. I know how hard it is when you feel like you can't move, but you know you have to get up, and even though you can't move, you still feel exhausted; even though all you've done is lay there, staring at the ceiling. And yes, I know how it feels to be tired after just waking up.

It sucks. It really does. But listen to me right now.

You are NOT a failure.

And don't ever tell yourself that you are.

And if you ever feel like that, just look at this and remember that you can never let this little girl down.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

On a more serious note

Okay, okay. I know.
Well listen... I came home from work to Jess Jess playing Christmas music, and I just got in the mood. So, get ready to hear all about how I love Christmas!

Just kidding.
Just enjoy the songs.

Bad Day

today sucked

But, good news! Brian is here! So that makes me feel good.
You remember Brian. He's one of the best people I know, one of my favorite people, and one of my best friends. He is currently sitting next to me, no idea that I'm writing this.
What's that? You want to see a picture?? Done.
He's a funny dude.

So, back to my bad day. It's been bad. Not because of anything really, just because I'm in a bad mood and have been just feeling poopy.
So here's a story. Once upon a time I had a bad day so I blogged and you should listen to this song The End.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

I was full once.

What else was I good for than just an easy catch.

I should have known better.


What I would give

to tell you I was anything but a fish.

But I am only a fish.

Monday, October 20, 2014

Thursday, October 16, 2014

In Honor of Steve

I just cried a little bit on the inside of my body.
Here's the story:

I had this plant, my favorite plant, and I named him Steve. Because that was the obvious choice for an amazing plant, just like Steve. And then,
Steve died, much too young. But, you see, I kept Steve around for a very long time. A very, very long time. So long, I probably could have traveled to the moon and back in that same amount of time.
But I don't care! I don't care that everyone got annoyed when I wouldn't throw him away, Steve that is.
And today, I found that Jess Jess (who, back story, collects mugs) got two of her mugs out of the box they were in, and they were broken. I felt very sad for Jess Jess, and then I realized how strong she was.
She was about to throw away her broken mugs, which she loved very much, when I stopped her. I walked over to Steve, and said something very heroic that I may never be able to repeat. Or remember. But for now, we will say that I said this:
Because Jess Jess is so brave, and because I want Steve to be happy again, I will throw him away tonight.
Maddi (who just so happened to be there as well) then went all "awwe" on me. And then, all three of us, together, threw away the beautiful mugs and the beautiful Steve.

Will I miss him? Yes.
But Steve will live on.

I love you ol' chap.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Maybe I'll Just

So Halloween is coming up soon, and that's pretty exciting.
What's that? You want to hear my plans? Okay.
Me and my cute boyfriend are gonna sit our butts on my couch, eat pounds of candy, and watch scary movies, until we either pee our pants or fall asleep. It's pretty much gonna be one rager of a party.
But guess what? It's not Halloween yet. So I can talk about whatever I want to. I mean, this is my blog, so I can do that anyway.


Freak. I am so excited.

But, I feel as though this topic deserves it's own blog post. Except, I'm just going to not do that.

FRIENDS is possibly my favorite tv show, like, ever. But not really, cause there's New Girl and That 70's Show and How I met Your Mother and The Office and Pokemon and all those other ones that are just awesome.

I don't know how to end this post...

Okay bye.

Monday, October 13, 2014

a New Phone.. Again.

I am in need of a new phone once again.

Mine has decided to stop working. It won't send texts unless I restart it, and then it'll only send them for about an hour. Then I have to restart it again.

So if, you know, anyone wants to give me a free phone, that would be pretty cool.

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Monday, October 6, 2014

my phone screen is cracked and it's a bad day

I slept in today. As well as a few days last week. I am just sleeping a lot lately. Which, I don't know why, cause I kinda don't like sleeping. I mean, I like how I can forget about everything going on around and just sleep.

And when I wake up, that few seconds before the world starts crashing down on me again and I remember every heavy thing life brings me? That is the best few seconds of the day.

Wow. I like that. I think I'll put it in a song.

But I don't like dreaming. Because the last few ones I've had have been nightmares. Nightmares full of dying and tears and pain.
So that's been fun.

Because I've been sleeping a lot (more than I'd like to), I've fallen behind in my classes. I am actually currently working on my math homework. Well, I mean, I'm sitting here, on my bed, blogging. But really, I am just taking a break from my millions of math assignments to de-stress and blog.
The silly thing is, I don't even know if I will be able to turn in these math assignments, cause the teacher doesn't allow late work. But she might allow mine. I don't know, it's kind of a long story. A long story that I don't want to share. So.. That's a thing.

I know, I know. You're probably reading this thinking something along the lines of "Why are you blogging? You should be doing your millions of math assignments and psychology assignments!"

I just want to sit here and listen to sad music, cause it's a bad day.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Conference weekend is my favorite weekend.

In other news, I went to the ER last night! It was really quite exciting. And, I mean, I'm alive. So they did their job. So that's good.

And, I mean, it took for forever. Considering it was 3:00 am and the place was dead (ell oh ell), I think they could have done better, time wise.

My chest still hurts like a baby stubbing it's toe for the first time, but it's not anything like it was at 2:30 this morning. Oh my word. It was so bad.

Alright. So. I have this problem called I miss some people that I should not miss. Ugh. I hate that feeling. Missing someone who you shouldn't miss. Because, it's all, I hate you.. And I don't want to miss you. And I don't want to give you the satisfaction of me thinking about you. But at the same time, all I want to do is call you and see you and talk to you.

And then, I remember that I have the cutest, nicest, most amazing boyfriend. And I think "Wow, do I need anyone else in my life?"
And the answer to that would be no. No I do not. Especially not the person I missed a few sentences ago, you turd.
Turd face.

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

I wish I were a Flower

I should be studying. I really should be. Or I should be doing my math assignment for the day. But the real question is,
am I going to?

No I am not.

Instead, I am going to blog about flowers.

I was recently asked about my favorite kind of flower. And, oh my gosh, that's almost as hard as my favorite type of music.


I love flowers. I love them. Absolutely love them.
The look.
The smell.
The feel.
I love white flowers the best, probably. White roses. White Daisies. White whatever these are

But I also really like yellow flowers. Like sunflowers. I absolutely love sunflowers.

The only flower that I actually don't like (only cause they're colored unnaturally) are these flowers that, I think, are called gerber daisies. These ones

And even those I love, because they're still flowers. And flowers are beautiful.

I wish I was a flower. Everyone loves flowers.

Flowers make people happy.
Flowers make people smile.

Flowers make me feel at peace.

I want to bring that to people.

And, I mean, just look

in my Eyes

I really want to blog. But I honestly have nothing to blog about. Except Brennan. So, that's what I'm going to do.

Get ready for some cheesy crap.

Brennan is, as you know, my current boyfriend. And he is absolutely amazing.

As a lot of you know, and as the rest of you will learn in about .6 seconds, I have gone through quite a bit for someone my age. And yeah, it sucks. But I'm also grateful it happened. But that's beside the point. The point is,
Brennan sees this.

Brennan sees that I've been through a lot. And he sees that, through his eyes at least, I deserve to be treated so much better than I have been in the past.

He treats me like a princess.
I've never really been treated like a princess by someone like that before, someone who wasn't a family member.
And I love it.

He treats me like I deserve the world. And even if I don't think that's true, he does. And he simply acts upon that thought.

Brennan is Amazing. Brennan is life. Brennan is perfection.

At least, he is in my eyes.

3 days till I see you B. 3 days.

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Math cause Heart Attacks

Sometimes, I get really confused. Because listen...

Why do we need math? Like, I see why we need the basic stuff.
But why do we need the rest? The answer is this.
We learn hard math, so we can teach our kids hard math. And why? The answer is this.
We teach our kids hard math so they can teach their kids hard math. And why? The answer is this.


Okay so my jaw has been hurting for, like, two weeks now. And so I googled what was wrong with me, like any normal person would, and THIS CAME UP. OH MY GOSH I'M HAVING A HEART ATTACK.

So math.
I mean, don't get me wrong. I see how useful math can be. To people who actually need to use it.

So let the mathematician go divide and multiply to their hearts content! I'm not saying we should stop math. I mean, ask me about science and we'll have a completely different conversation. But listen, I don't think we should have to take math after a certain level. Certain level being jr. high algebra and geometry. And I know that we don't have to take math after the first few years of college, or even none of that crap because we placed out of it, but that's just too much math for me.

... Then I found five dollars.

Saturday, September 27, 2014


For those of you who read my blog regularly (Hi Mom!!), you know that I'm pretty weird. And that my views on having a boyfriend are pretty up and down. Same with my views on me getting married. One second I think it's adorable, and the next, I think it is gross-er (is that a word.. Is now!) than a squished poopy diaper.. At the beach..


But something happened a few nights ago... I'm sure you could guess... But I'm going to tell you anyway...


So... THAT happened.

His name is Brennan. And, he's pretty cute.

See? (Picture taken of a picture I took on my phone...)

Basically he's super cute and that's all. Also, he just so happens to think that I'm awesome, and I him.
So that's a thing.

Brennan came up to Logan to visit me this last week. And, oh my freak, it was so much fun!
You see, he's from Bountiful. And he came all the way here to visit me! It was pretty much adorable. But that's beside the point.

The point is.. Well.. I don't know what the point is... This is my blog, and I get to write about what I want. So ha!

Also, he drew me and a dinosaur.. I'll show you that one later. Spoiler alert:: It's awesome.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Weight Loss

Lately, I've been feeling fat.
WAIT! Here's something...

--Now, anyone who knows me well knows that I don't like people who fish for compliments. I don't like skinny people who say they're fat just so people will tell them they're skinny, and I don't like gorgeous people who say they're ugly just so people will tell them they're gorgeous.--

And now, I will continue.

So, as I was saying, I've been feeling fat. Now, I'm not saying this to get you to go "Oooooohhhh Sierra you're not fat your awesome and skinny-minnie and gorgeous!!!"
Cause I know that is what some of your instincts will tell you to do. Because that is what we've been trained to do.

But stop.

I don't want you to say that. I just want to get my feelings out.

So, as I was saying, I FEEL FAT. And I know I've been gaining weight lately, so I've been looking into stuff I can do to loose that crap.

My first idea was to poop. Which I did. I lost a whole pound!

After a few ideas that I brushed off, like working out and eating healthier, I came to the conclusion of "I still have no idea what to do."

If any of you have an idea, that would be great. I'm currently looking into a thing called my-ez-somethingorother. It looks like, from all of the reviews I've read, that it works. But the thing is, it is like... $500, and I'm a poor college student and that could pay for, like, half a textbook. So I don't know what to do yet.


For now, here is a video of something cute.

Have a Nice day.

Pet Peeves


Really though.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

I hate how everything starts with "I" now.
I feel sad.
I am hungry.
I want to.
I am thinking about.
I love.
I think that.

I do it. See? Just there. Did it. Boom.

But we are a selfish people. And sometimes, that's not such a bad thing.

Occasionally, you need to take care of yourself. You can't lift someone up if you're below them. You can't keep giving if you never receive, or you'll run out!

Just sayin'.

Friday, September 12, 2014

I found my new favorite thing.

Sam Smith Pandora Radio.

WHAT I CAN'T EVEN BELIEVE THAT'S A THING IT IS SO GREAT HOLY PISS okay but really, I love Sam Smith. He is my new favorite person in the whole wide world. Other than,
you know,
you !!!!!!!

So I'm having a little bit of a dilemma. The struggle is real with this one.
You see, I have a spot. It's in the quad side cafe, which is in the library, which is on campus. And it smells incredible. And I can people watch all I want. And it's in the sun. And it's right by all my classes. And I love it. The only problem is, someone has recently taken my spot for his own. So, I'm not totally sure what to do. Because, you see, I love this spot. I don't know if I've ever loved something more than I love this spot.
So therefore, I need some help.

Whelll. Now that we've got that out of the way, listen to this
How do you feel?

Monday, September 8, 2014

that Song that reminds you

Pandora is a great thing. Until it turns to a song that reminds you of a heart break.
Or, that song that reminds you of a friend that you try and help.
We all have one of these friends. The ones that say they have no friends and throw themselves a pity party. And then, finally, when you give them the help and attention they so desire, they blow you off. And the next day, they start to say they have no friends again.
Or, maybe, they just ignore you and drop you like smelly cheese. And then say that no one likes them. And you're sitting there like. Yo. I like you. But guess what? You are a jerk and decided to drop me.

So shut the hell up, cause you don't have the right to say you have no friends.

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Poker Master

I have recently realized that I really like poker. And. I'm pretty good at it too. So that's pretty cool.

Last night, I went to work. I picked up this shift for my friend, Kenzye, and it was the dishwasher shift. Which, now you know, is a living hell.
But listen. It wasn't just a every-day-run-of-the-mill-midnight-meal-dishwasher-shift. This was a monster shift. Why, you ask?
Because. The game was last night. Spoiler, we won.
Because. Earlier, there was a BBQ for the game.
Because. After the BBQ, no one did the dishes.
Because. They didn't do the dishes, so I got stuck with all of them.

Okay. You don't understand the amount of dishes there were piled on top of each other, in the sink, in the carts.


When I got home from work, I was in a terrible mood. So I went over to Steven's apartment, and played poker.

Now I'm taking BuzzFeed quizzes. Hashtag I love this.

Oh, and did I mention that I totally won in poker? Yeah, no big deal.



Saturday, September 6, 2014

My Best Friend

I'm always talking about those who hurt me. I'm always saying how they ruined me, how it hurts to think about them. But I never talk about those who healed me. Those who saved me. Those who loved me and I loved back.

Today, I am going to tell you about one of those.

His name is Josh.

(I can't get these pictures on my computer, so here they are on my phone[this is at his farewell.].)

Anytime I meet someone named Josh, I think of him. Anytime I go to Lake Powell, I think of him. Anytime someone asks me who my best friend is, I smile, I think of him.

Have I ever told you about Josh? I'm sure I have...
Well, Josh is.. Josh is Life.

From the first day I met him, I knew there was going to be something there. And there was.

There are literally no words to explain Josh. I have been trying for the past half hour to say something about him, but nothing will do.
Let's try this..

Josh is my definition of perfection, and my little piece of imperfection. He is my idea of a happily ever after. And, as cliche as this is, he is the guy who makes me smile when I feel like crying. I could never see a future without him. Josh is...
My best friend.
Simple as that.




17 Songs That Will Make You Love Your BFF More Than Ever

Friday, September 5, 2014


 I would really enjoy a friend right now.
But I'm the only one in the apartment, and I don't feel like going outside.
Maybe I'll invite Alex over. He's cute.

I have a question. Why does music affect us so hard core? I mean, I don't know if it affects you like it affects me, but really though. It's crazy.
-Side note: Am I using the right affect/effect? I don't know, I've learned it so many times, but I will never remember.-

Like, a rap song makes me feel cooler than you, and a pop-ish song makes me feel hyper and excited.

Also this one. This one makes me feel so sad.

I don't know. I just don't know anymore.

After I listen to that song. I don't even know what to do. It is one of the saddest songs I've ever heard.

Also, this one.

Okay. I'm officially depressed now.

Let's look up the word happy and see what comes up. Okay?
             I like this a lot.

              And this one.

You know what bugs me? When people say stuff like
cause I'm sitting here all like.
Cause, Happiness... It's... Well... It's complicated.
I have a feeling I'm going to regret this.
But happiness, a lot of the time, is not a choice.
And to those people who say it is,
I'm all.

Okay, I'm getting off my soap box before I get in trouble.

Okay bye.
What's wrong with me you guys? I'm tired all the time.

On a completely unrelated note, what are the symptoms of mono?

Maybe I have mono. I don't know why I would though, I haven't been kissing anyone with mono.. Weird.

So I met a boy today. His name is Link, and he's attractive. Just kidding, I didn't meet anyone named Link today. But I DID meet someone named Brandon. And he really was attractive. He's in my psychology class.

He is just oh so cute.

Yes. That DID just happen.

So. Um. Today was exciting. But not really.
In other news, I think I have a crush on this boy. What's up with that? It's lame, and I really don't want to have a crush on this boy. He's, like, my best friend. And this crush will ruin that. So.. Nevermind. I don't have a crush on him anymore. Holla achya gurl.
Lately, I've been saying "I hate you" and "I will kill you" a lot. And I don't like it very much. So I'm gonna stop. Not try to stop, I'm going to stop.
Also, I feel heart broken, sad, for no reason. What the heck.
This song.

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Also, this.

Seriously. Watch it. Do it. Right now. Do it.

For the past two days I've been looking at a lot of scholarships. I've found about 4 that I can apply for, and hopefully I'll get them. I REALLY need scholarships. Really bad.
But I guess everyone does, really.

The struggle is real.

It's just that, with the plans I'm making, there is a lot of money spending involved. I guess how that's how it is for everyone. But still! I'm part of that everyone category! And I think I should get some money!

Here's the thing.
I really want to do something awesome. And I'm not sure if it's going to happen.. So I don't want to say it yet.. Cause, you know, don't wanna jinx it.

Is that the right spelling?

But, to do this, I need some scholarships in order to afford it. So... That's a thing.


Sunday, August 31, 2014

Sometimes, you have those days where everything is going awesome, and then you run into a Unicorn and die. I hate those days.

I don't even know what's going on right now. There are people all around me, yet, I feel like I should eat a laffy taffy.

Emotionally Stable

Sometimes, I pretend to be emotionally stable.

But, let's be honest, a lot of people pretend to be emotionally stable when they're really not. And I don't really get why. I don't get why we all have to pretend to act fine when we're really not fine at all and how when we are feeling fine we can't even do anything about it like throw a party, cause people don't notice a difference, because we're always acting fine anyways.

Why is it that we feel like we must hide our feelings and emotions?

I don't know. But I hate it. I want to celebrate the small things, the good days. I want to be happy when I'm happy, and sad when I'm sad. I want to express the feelings and emotions that I'm experiencing! I don't understand why that is just so hard for people to see.
But the thing is, it's not just hard for people to see. It's hard for people to do. We have been trained to not show too much emotion or feeling, because we're been told it's bad. But you know what is worst? Hiding how you feel, and being miserable inside but pretending to be happy on the outside. It took me a long time,
I've finally realized
it's OKAY to be sad.

Emotions, including the negative ones, are healthy. They are good for us, they show that we're alive! And I don't know about you, but I quite enjoy being alive.

Friday, August 29, 2014

Julee is my guitar. Actually, she's Dallin or Jerrica's guitar.. But I'm claiming her as my own.

Here's the thing about Julee. She has flaws. Just like drop, my ukulele, and just like me, like the mist.

Lately, I've been feeling more flaw than human.

Like maybe I was a mistake, not supposed to happen.
But then I think to my self "Self! Shut up! You're awesome!"

And you know what? My self is right! I once heard this quote.

And I kinda wanna change that
and say
I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with.. Well... I don't know what I want to say to be honest.
I guess good intentions is good. I don't know.
I want to say something like love, or inner beauty, or something. But really, I'm just trying to sound deep and emotionally stable.

Which I am not.

But that's okay, because who IS emotionally stable? Not very many people, I can tell you that.
Look to my next blog post for more of this emotionally stable stuff. Cause I like where this is going.

a good one

Wednesday, August 27, 2014


So, I'm officially in debt for the first time in my life. It feels horrible. I'm never going to do this ever again. I just HATE textbooks. I only bought five! What the piss. I'm so poor it's not even funny.

I'm currently watching Reba. And it's great. I mean, I'm supposed to be doing my math homework, but..

Sunday, August 24, 2014

Me and Jess Jess are Sick.

30 Things You Miss About Roommates When Living Alone

Love, me

Love is a hard thing to do. I don't just mean love. I mean trusting, falling, completely engulfed, your heart in their hands, know all your weaknesses, love.

Love is also a pretty strange thing.

You give your whole being to someone else. Put the power of destroying your life, in their hands. My question is, is it true that it is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all? Because sometimes, I feel the opposite is truer than true. That it's better to just take it all back and forget it all happened, because you hurt and hurting sucks.

But I'm getting off topic. What I'm trying to say here is, love is hard.

But you know what's even harder? Loving yourself.

I'm going to teach you how, though. In 3 easy steps.

1. Tell yourself you are awesome and that you love you for you and you don't care what others think.
No, seriously. Do it every morning in the mirror while you look at yourself. Because, the first few times, it's gonna be pretty awkward, and even hard to do. But keep doing it. Never stop. Tell yourself that you are strong, that you are amazing, that you make mistakes and that's okay, because everyone makes mistakes.

2. Don't judge, that includes yourself.
Judging is just something we as humans do. We judge individuals, we judge groups, and we judge ourselves. Straight up, getting judged sucks, and we wish it wasn't a thing. But it is. And we have to deal with that, because we can't change what others do or think or say. But you know what we can change? What we do or think or say. And we can make us, one less person to judge us.

3. Stop criticizing yourself and stop comparing yourself to others.
Yeah, sure, you done messed up. You did something wrong. But do you wanna know a secret? Everyone on this earth has done somethings wrong. It's a thing that happens. And you know what? You are unique. That means there is no one else that is exactly like you. Your situation is unique, your body is unique, your home life is unique, everything about you is unique. So how could you even start to compare yourself to others? Because, when you do start to compare yourself to others, you compare your worst traits to their best.

Now, I haven't quite mastered these three steps, and I haven't quite mastered loving myself. But I'm on my way there. And you will be too, soon. And yeah, it's gonna totally suck sometimes. But when it starts to suck, look at pictures of babies and puppies and kittens, then you'll feel better.

Picture Credit:: Jerrica Ciel Osmun Pond

the Sickness problem

I'm sick. So that's cool.

Day before school starts, I get sick. Awesome. I love life. But really, life is pretty great other than the sickness problem.

Classes start tomorrow, and I have a pretty rad schedule. I have two jobs so I'm gettin' paypur. And my apartment is awesome and full of awesome people. So I guess you could say life is going pretty well. Except for some days it's bad, so that's a thing.

I've been working all day all week, so that's why I haven't been able to blog too much lately. It pretty much murdered my feet and knees, but that's okay. Cause I got paypur.

And because classes start tomorrow, I am going to be busy a lot more, so I won't be able to blog as much. But, I mean, who knows, because I might just have nothing to do all day, so I'll blog all day every day.

So that might be a thing.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

This is Happening.

Sometimes, I miss my best friends. The old ones that I don't talk to anymore. Or, more like, the ones that don't talk to me anymore.
You see, there are two people that, I thought, were my whole life.
Those of you who have read my blog before, probably know who I'm talking about. And, I know, I told you I wasn't going to write about them anymore (more him than the other). But I'm going to. Because I'm weakling. Also, yolo.

For those of you who don't know who I'm talking about, don't worry about it. Because there's no point in naming names of those who are in my past.

Him number one. Was my first real boyfriend. My first real kiss. And, my first real best friend. But are they really a best friend if they leave you? I don't know, that's for you to decide. And, haha, the funny thing is, I think about him.. Pretty much every day. And you know what? I absolutely hate it. Because he probably thinks of me a total of zero times a day. I seriously doubt he even thinks of me on my birthday.

Him number two. Haha, it's funny, this was recent. He told me his girlfriend didn't want him to talk to anyone who was involved in his past, whatever that means. And one, I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with someone who made me stop talking to my friends, and two, maybe it wasn't his girlfriend at all maybe that was his excuse so he didn't have to talk to me anymore.

I should just forget about both of them. They are not worth my time. So why do I keep thinking about them? Why do I keep blogging about them? Why do I keep talking about them?

I don't know. But I hate it.


so... Today was long.
that's all I wanna say about it.

I found a new song.
Wasn't that great?

Friday, August 15, 2014

Moving part II

not excited not excited not excited

I just keep repeating this. Because, you know, I'm not excited.
Basically, I feel like this:

And then, when I remember that I have to move again.. I'm all

and then

Thursday, August 14, 2014


breakfast burrito
Okay. Let's just talk about this for a second.

Warm tortilla.
Fluffy eggs.
Crispy potatoes.
melted cheese
Extra hot hot sauce.

Like, really? Why would someone not want that?
I gotta find a taco bell or somethin' around here.
What the Piss.

Found one.

Hashtag Rancheritos is better.


You know what I think is dumb?
How it takes the death of a celebrity to make people think about mental illness for a few days.
How suddenly people care about those with depression.
But in a few days, they'll forget.


So I mess up a few times...
Man, I'm so nervous. I've never put my singing up before.
And.... Here it is.
Don't feel obligated to watch the whole thing.
Also, this was done with Photo Booth on my mac... So that's half the struggle right there.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014


Man, you know what I love? When people say that they hate fake friends. And they're one of your fake friends.

It's like,
you're gonna go there?
Well. If you're gonna go there, I'm gonna go there too.

I know this saying type thing. It goes
You came into my life for a reason. Either you're a blessing, or you're a lesson.
I'm glad I met everyone in my life that I've met. Just kidding. Or maybe I'm just kidding about that? Man. I don't know.

I mean, I could have done without J. And D. And A. I really don't see anything positive that came from those relationships. I got played. I got forgotten. And then, I got torn apart from the inside out.
I've been trying to think, lately, about what I gained from those three relationships. Yeah, they were awesome while they lasted, but they weren't worth the pain they caused in the end. I mean, I don't know.. I don't know what my life would have been like if I hadn't gone through those "relationships."
What I'm trying to say is, they were lessons. They were blessings at one point, but in the end? They were lessons. Big, painful lessons, that I think I could have done without.

Tuesday, August 12, 2014


So I'm currently moving apartments to C1 instead of P2.... I'm pretty excited, because for the first few days it will only be Cara and I.

... You know what that means..?