Cast Your Votes

Meet my new Chair. I love it. I haven't decided on a name though. It has to be amazing. Spectacular. Magnificent! I LOVE this chair. I got it from the DI just today. And yes, those are pineapples.


Here are the options::

Johnny Willis
Archie
Peter
Marina
Karl
Penny
Penelope
Barry

Life is a Great Thing

Jess Jess::


I do not need to conform to the social construct of beauty.

But then other times, I'm like
ALL THE MAKE UP



So today... Nothing really happened. But I just went through and read a bunch of my blog posts, and I'm a pretty funny person sometimes.
But not anymore.

All I've been writing about is how poopy things are. Because, obviously, things are poopy.

BUT NO MORE.

Life is a great thing.
Okay, bye.

I Feel a Little Bit Lost

I just changed my blog. Maybe you could tell. I mean, I don't know. I'm probably just talking to myself right now.

Why are people human?

I don't understand what's wrong with me.

Ugh.

Jordan, my friend, stopped talking to me the other day. I don't get why though. It really hurt, and I don't know why that happened either. The hurting, I mean.

I don't understand what's wrong with me.

From now on I'm gonna tell it how it is.

Life totally sucks sometimes. It really does. And right about here I would normally say 'but it's worth it' or 'but it makes you stronger' or something. But this time? This time I'm not going to.

I feel like I'm falling. Falling into the debts of someplace that I really, really don't wanna go to. But I have to. Because I'm falling. Just like Alice. I'm falling and I can't help it. It's like a nightmare.

It's like I'm falling

And landing in cold, icy water. So frigid it makes my bones crunch, my skin crawl, my legs numb. Gulping down the water like it's my job, filling my lungs, freezing my insides.

Sometimes I just want to be alone.

And that's most times.

Okay.

The real question of my life lately has been, why does anyone read my blog?

It's just so... Not exciting. I don't know. I get like 20-40 views on an average day. Actually, it can range from 15 to 200 every day. But I don' know why people read this thing.

I know that my mom reads it cause she likes to keep tabs on me (Hi Mom!).
I know Jess Jess reads it cause she's a nice person (Hi Jess Jess!).
I know Maddi reads it cause for some reason she likes it (Hi Maddi!).

But that's about it.

So, please humor me, and tell me why you read my blog.

Unless it's just those three people reading it over and over again every day and pushing refresh. Which would be very cruel.

I'm just feeling very insecure of everything right now. And the guy ho usually helps me with that isn't talking to me for some reason.

I'm sick of people leaving me. I'm just gonna stop making friends.


Also. Cute Boys.

Hashtag MKTO.


In other news.
Wanna hear a story?

Once upon a time I was gonna move back home and work at Vivint with my brother. But then I didn't and I have to keep my poopy jobs. The End.

So basically I was super excited to live at home again and cause I miss it there.

Okay.

PEOPLE REALLY PISS ME OFF

OH MY PISS

PISS

Wanted

I am in desperate need of a best friend.

And I am now taking applications.




You know that song that goes

"Say Something I'm giving up on you."
"And I am feeling so small."
"And I will stumble and fall."


That's how I feel.

I'm tired of..

Wait. This is a blog post. Not a therapist.

FML

I'm sick of my friends ditching me.

I want someone real.

Single and Ready to Mingle

MY LIFE LATELY.

Okay.
I won't lie to you.

Yes. I DO want a boyfriend. Every girl does (or a girlfriend, I don't judge).
No one wants to be alone for forever.

But right now? I'm content with being single. I like having fun. I like doing what I want. I like my life.

So you can suck it.

Jason

I know what you're thinking. Or what you will be thinking.

'Wow. You're dramatic. Also, just trying to get people to ask you what's wrong. You're dumb.'

And if you're about to think that, I will kindly ask you to stop reading, and leave.
Go on.
Leave.
I don't want people to read my blog anyway...



I had a best friend. His name was.... Jason (but not really... We're gonna use that name though).

I fell in love with him.

Then, one day, he texted me.

'Sierra, I can't handle this friendship anymore.'

'What?'

'We can't be friends anymore.'

'Okay...'

That hurt like..  Yeah.


But guess what?
I'm happy for Jason.
I'm glad he's better without me.
Even though I may be worst without him. Or at least, I was at the beginning.

You see, Jason was my best friend. I guess I already said that... He just... He knew everything about me. I've written a few posts about Jason, and I'll probably continue to write them. I hope he's never reads them.

Jason. If you're reading this;
Remember that one time when we started reading scriptures every night together? Or that time I showed you my notebook, and I get you one, and you wrote equations in it? Or maybe our second kiss, at my friends house?
You probably don't remember any of these, they were small and dumb. But not to me.
Our relationship and friendship was NOT dumb to me.
It meant the world to me.

But now it's gone.

So I'll stop dwelling on it.
I guess I just need some closure?
I don't know.

Maybe I'll call you, get some.

HAHA nope. You'd just treat me like a kid. You'd just treat me like a P.O.S.

Like you did that last day.


So this is my closure to you. I think.

By Jason.

My legs are peeling.

I was tan.

Who knew?

And guess what else?

I'm wearing no pants.

CLICK HERE

I HATE My Job

Honestly, I would rather scoop up dog doo doo than go to work.


I was sitting there at work, getting yelled at and hung up on by all these random people. And I had made 211 calls without getting a single survey completed.

I spent all day, 5 hours, on the same survey, and only got 2 completed.

I really hate my job.
I honestly do.

There are only a few things in this world I hate.

1. Society.
I HATE how society tells us how we have to look and how we have to act and how we have to do everything. It makes me sick.

2. Broken Glasses.
I just broke my third pair I got this year, a few days ago. When I tape or glue my glasses back together they always end up falling off my face cause they are much too big.

3. Pickles.
EW.

And the recently added number 4.
My job.

Attractive.

There are many levels of attractiveness.

And my friend Jordan, is a very attractive weirdo.

And my friend Fran, is a very attractive quirky guy.

And my friend Jake, is a very attractive bad word.

And my friend Tyler, is a very attractive nice person.

And my friend Skyler, is a very attractive jerk.

And my friend Josh, is a very attractive awesome person.

I don't know where I'm going with this.

Also, I'm having the strange urge to go running...

Weird.

Okay. Bye.

People I Hate::

Jay Kay, I don't hate people.

I just dislike people.

A lot.

Also, people are jerks.

A lot.

I'm thinking of going into Illustration.
But I'm not sure because I'd have to switch schools. And I don't know if I want to do that.
Ugh.


In other news...


Did I tell you I'm working two jobs?
Well. I am. And it sucks so bad.

It's like, I want to just sleep and crawl up into a little ball. But I can't. Because I have two jobs.
Did I mention it sucks?

It also doesn't help that I've been sick for the past two days.
But I'm better now.

I'm just a Lottle bit stressed.
A Lottle, you ask?
It's like a little bit... But a lot.



Are you having a bad day, but just woke up, like me? Well, here's a little something to cheer you up....

PISS I CAN"T GET IT TO WORK.

















Boom. Got it.

Now, doesn't that just make you happy?

Country Swing

I'm going country swing dancing tonight at 9. It's gonna be a party. Hopefully.

So Im writing a book. That's pretty exciting.
But the only thing is
If no one reads my blog
Who will read my book?

I don't know..


In other news, I cried today. That was pretty cool.

I'm going to be an illustrator.

No One Will Go Get My Glasses

You know those days where everything goes wrong?

Maybe you don't. Maybe I'm just crazy. What if MY feeling of happiness is YOUR feeling of sadness? What if I'm trying to make everyone my kind of happy, because I love it.. But other people are trying to make me feel like their kind of happy. But what if my kind is better? Or what if their kind is better? What if my purple is your red? How do we know that we feel and see the same things? We don't. We don't know. I don't know.

That got weird...

Back on the topic of bad things happening, I need my glasses. But you see, my legs refuse to work. They refuse to be my friends today.

And my friends won't go get them for me. They call me lazy.

But you see, I'm not lazy.. My friends just don't understand that me and my legs are in a fight.

So here I am. Watching 500 Days of Summer for the first time, and not being able to see it because my stupid legs and my lazy friends.

I know what you're thinking.

'No Sierra, you're the lazy one. You fool.'

But NO. I'm not the one that's lazy!

MY LEGS REFUSE.

Also, I was thinking about facial hair. Wouldn't it be crazy if I had some? I'd probably grow a goatee, and play with it all the time. But I'd shave it in the summer, because it would be much too hot and hairy.

Also, what if we just switched roles. Wait.. Me and you, or men and women? Well. Let's just discuss that.

Me and you. For starters, you would be freaking awesome. You'd paint a lot, you'd be going to Lake Powell in two days, it would have been your birthday yesterday, and also, did I mention you'd me awesome?

And what would I be like? Probably awesome as well. Just not as awesome.

PAUSE. MUSICAL NUMBER.

Haha that was awesome. Hashtag 500 Days of Summer.

And what if males and females all switched roles? That would be cray. And also, awesome. Sometimes, I feel like girls get the shaft of things. We have to make the babies. And there are always jokes about us, mean ones.

And also, I think I'm a feminist.

I would very much appreciate some Flan. Or Tres Leches Cake.

Today is just a bad day for legs, glasses, girls, and Flan everywhere.