10 things I learned while I was 25...

GOD, I am old. This weekend I turned 26. My birthday was less than stellar, but I assume that's how birthdays are after you turn 21 amiright?

1. Friends are hard to find. Is it weird that my friends that genuinely worry about me live over 500 miles away? Thank God for Beardy.

2. Don't be jealous. Just don't. All that gets you is a week of being cut off from all social media. (Per the therapist!)

3. It's okay to ask for help, usually, most of the time you will get it.

4. Being 25 and engaged in college sucks. You have nothing in common with the general population. I am guessing being 26 and engaged also sucks too, right? Here's to the last year of college!

5. You will find out that finally after 4 years of being engaged, it still is hell planning your wedding.

6. Downtown is overrated.

7. Drugstore makeup is just as good as high end brand... except for mascara.

8. Working your "dream job" really isn't your dream job.

9. Being a poor college student does suck.

10. Taking shots with your bosses at work is fun.

I really didn't learn much this year, but hopefully next year I will be full of wisdom...or something.

I can never commit.

About a week ago I decided to join that link up that everyone and the blog world is doing right now. I was going strong for about the first four days and then.... crickets.

Let's take a look at what else I said I would do and never completed shall we?

Dieting. I used to be master of this in high school but now, if I want a cheeseburger, I eat that damn cheeseburger. (See also: me hating my arms in my wedding dress.)

Learning to knit. I tried it for a day, it was relaxing, but realized I don't have time to do that. So there sits a half (okay, a row or two) done scarf in my closet.

P90X. Why is Tony so mean!? Its like he doesn't love me!

Reading Harry Potter/Twilight. I just can't. Ugh.

Reading the last installment of Hunger Games. I still don't know what happened. I told Beardy to give me the 2 min version. He told me to finish reading it. I took it back to the library.

Statistics. This is one bitch that I will have to actually finish if I wanna see my cute 27 year old ass walk across that damn stage with an actual diploma. So, stay tuned for that one. (Sorry for the swearz, talking about Stats makes me hate the person who invented Math. Cady Heron, yes, math is the same in all the countries, but bitch please... it's hard.)

Plan a wedding. You all know that Beardy and I just celebrated 4 years the other day right? Well, we've been together almost 5, so what is 4 you may ask? Engagment. Yep. 4 years ago Beardy took me up in the fake Eiffel Tower in Vegas and proposed. I promise I will finish this task. It just may take another year.

Oh, I am also linking up with that hot bish Whitty today.

 

Who let me listen to this song when I was younger?? I mean...seriously.
 

Day five: A letter.

The girls and I did this shoot, you know, in our free time. 

 Dear Aubrey and Melissa,

I never thought that I would find two of my best friends through a computer. So, okay, we still technically haven't met yet (obvi, the picture above, I had to improvise.) but I know that I can tell you guys anything and cry to you and laugh to you..

Aubz- you are such an amazing mother and wife. I could never just jump into being a step-mom at our age. I give you mad props for doing that. You also do the best blog designs EVERRRR. You know I stand behind every single one that you do and I will advertise the hell out of you...even though I am only a little blog, I tell everyone I know about it. I also believe that you may do the best top knot tutorials for not long hairz ever. But that's still undecided. I still haven't perfected your tutorial.

Meliss- You get me. Mostly because I think we were separated at birth. You understand my anxiety probs and why I spent the whole Demi Levato special on MTV on the floor sobbing. You also know you shiz when it comes to the social media world, which will come in handy when I am trying to find a big girl job next year. Your wedding was magical and hopefully when I actually start planning mine, I can come to you for advice.

I think we should get matching tattoos. That will seal our friendship. What do you think gals? (Only being totally serious.)

I also didn't want to get as sappy as I could, because crying at work doesn't look good. ;)
Love you both!

Day 4: Quote me on this one.

The other day at school, I was feeling a little defeated and sad. When I walked into the building, these were everywhere....on the bulletin boards, in the bathroom stalls, on the mirrors...everywhere. This quote now sticks out to me more than ever: 

"You are braver than you believe,

stronger than you seem, 

and smarter than you think."

-Winnie The Pooh

I still don't know who posted this all over my campus, but it probably kept me from quitting school. So, thank you, person with nice handwriting.

Think about it next time you tell yourself that you're stupid. Because really, you don't give yourself enough credit. 

Until tomorrow,

Day Three: Uncomfortable things.

I hate being uncomfortable. Haaaate. Things that will make me squirm are random, I know, but you love me so it's okay.

• Elevator rides. Ever since getting my job in the building with the highest floor, I loathe riding in elevators. No, I don't want to make small talk with you while we go down in the slowest elevator everrrr. 
• Sex scenes. So AWK. It all started with Titanic in the theatres with my mom. I still can't watch Leo with her. 

• Sitting next to a person in a waiting room. I am really anti-social.
• Group projects. I am still in college and I don't want to get to know my classmates (I swear I really am not anti-social...) I want to get done with the class and get out. Bing bang boom. 
• Russel Brand
• Amanda Bynes circa now. No. Just NO. 
• The show OFF PITCH on VH1. Yes, it is set in my hometown, but omg, how...scripted. I will keep watching just to support La Crosse. It's mildly entertaining. 
• Animals in clothes.
• Oh, and that chick that plays Fat Amy. I just don't get it. 

I could go on for days. I won't for your sake. What makes you uncomfortable?

Day einem oder zwei #blogeverydayinmay

Hi kittens. 

I just finished a bitch of a paper so I figured I would jump into this link-up. I hate not being included. (srsly.) So let's get to it! 

Day one: Story of My Life

I was born May of 1987. (Holla to best month evaaa!) I am the oldest of three. I grew up on a farm filled with sheepdogs, cats, horses and cows. My grandparents lived next door.

My dad walked out on my family when I was 13. Later that year, my grandma died. That was the single hardest year of my life. I also ended up in rehab for cutting. I am a recovering self-harmer. In high school I immersed myself in theater and designed the makeup for my senior year play. I went to college in Rockford and ended up in San Francisco for fashion. That same year I ended up on the West coast, I met Beardy, my fiancee. (Beardy is not his real name, obvi.) We got engaged on the fake Eiffel Tower 8 months after we met. That was 4 years ago May 8. (Not rushing marriage, duh...) But seriously, he is my rock. I'm still in school, but in Wisconsin. (Second best school in the state...actually...)  I will finish next May with a degree in Communication with an emphasis in Organizational Communication. You best believe I will dance across the stage. That's my life in a nutshell. Along the way I also fell in love with the Backstreet Boys and toured with a rando band from Florida. But that's another story.

Day 2: What I am good at

•  Recall gossip from magazines at a drop of a hat
•  Rolling my tongue
•  Useless information about TV, Movies, and random facts
•  Collecting Babysitter Club Books
•  Duckfaces while drunk

Both of these pics are circa 2007-2006. 

Who are we kidding, I don't have time to drink anymore.

• Drive insanely fast
• Parallel park 
• Rap all of Summer Girls by LFO
• Staying in school as long as Van Wilder

All kidding aside, I am really good at rapping Summer Girls. Maybe I should make a video. (Ha, um no.) 

Over and out until tomorrow.

Baiii. 

Sexpectations.

Carrie Bradshaw is my idol.

No joke, Carrie was seriously my idol.

Before I met beardy, I was bound and determined to find my Mr. Big.

...but what is wrong with that sentence? Mr. Big was a guy that couldn't commit, finally did commit...(but with another woman!), had Carrie be the little floozy on the side and left poor Carrie at the alter.

Sex and the City has left single girls everywhere with an unrealistic view of love, oh, and  money and shoes.

Exhibit A.

Carrie's shoe addiction.

Carrie is a freelance/weekly columnist. How can a small newspaper pay her that much that she can afford Manolo?

Exhibit B.

Adian. Just...I can't.

Yes, I broke up with the man who I should have been with because I was cheating on him with my rich ex man friend. Adian, you're stupid. I love you, but damn.

Exhibit C.

Samantha's job. I know this doesn't have to do with relationships, but it has always bugged me. 

Everyone going into a Comm profesh degree says this at one point: "I want to do what Samantha Jones did in SATC" to which I have to say...Um, no? 

Being in PR is not as glamorous as that. There might be fab clients that you totally love, but it's a lot of grunt work. 

I worked as a PR intern type thing last semester and it was HELL.

Late nights, no swanky parties and I am pretty sure that's how I got my grey hairs.

Think more like Devil Wears Prada and that's what PR is like. 

(PS: It's hard to find pictures of Sam Jones with no f-bombs.) 

Hokay, back to love.

Exhibit D.

Big leaving Carrie at the alter. 

Raise your hand and let me know if you would take him back after he left you sitting there in a Viv Westwood dress with a bird on you head waiting.... and waiting...

Did SATC give you unrealistic expectations? In what?