Okay guys, just so you don't freak out, I'm going to tell you right now that I'm not going to be blogging again for a while. Maybe ever. I guess we'll see.
Nothing is terribly wrong, don't worry. I just have some things I need to figure out/take care of without sharing them with the entire internet. And you know how I am, if I blog, it's going to be pretty much laying my life bare. For once in my life, I'm going to look inward instead of outward to solve the mysteries of life.
Just to throw you guys a bone, Chris and I went to the MuteMath concert last night for Valentine's Day. It was incredible. They were amazing. Just standing there for two hours with Chris's arms wrapped around me listening to some of my favorite songs on the planet... little piece of heaven. Wait, PDA?! What? Yes. It was so... ah. Great.
One last thing, if you haven't listened to Imagine Dragons's new EP, go do it. NOW. Here's my favorite, Radioactive. I literally can't get enough.
http://soundcloud.com/igamusic/imagine-dragons-radioactive
I probably will get back on once in about a month or so to tell you about the Western Cup. I'm playing for the Lost Boys. I'm stoked.
Showing posts with label Valentine's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Valentine's Day. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Light.
I finally figured out what I'm doing for Chris for Valentine's Day. And I'm way excited/nervous. Excited because I think it's awesome, and nervous that he'll be unhappy/mad/disappointed.
Anyway.
Lately I've been getting to know Tripp a lot better. I think he is the bomb. Even if he DOES come to my Quidditch tournaments and then decide not to introduce himself. LAAAAAAAME. ;)
Anyway anyway.
I miss my Quidditch loves.
Anyway.
Lately I've been getting to know Tripp a lot better. I think he is the bomb. Even if he DOES come to my Quidditch tournaments and then decide not to introduce himself. LAAAAAAAME. ;)
Anyway anyway.
I miss my Quidditch loves.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Valentine.
Here it goes, my ramble.
I think Valentine's Day is the STUPIDEST holiday ever. Like, seriously? We need a specific day to show people we care? It's essentially just a giant excuse for the ignorant men of the world to snatch that last tiny scrap of romance and make their equally ignorant (or sometimes not-so-ignorant and not-so-impressed) wives think that they are still the wonderfully charming men they married.
PUH-LEASE.
Like, seriously? Chocolates and roses on a day where EVERY GREETING CARD COMPANY IN THE WORLD is drilling into your head that if you don't buy her chocolates and roses you will be eternally scorned? Yeah, right! If my future husband gives me chocolates and roses on Valentine's Day, he's spending the night on the couch for lack of originality. Seriously. Valentine's Day spawns an enormous lack of creativity and thoughtfulness in the male gender. Oh and don't even get me started on jewelry. So, you spent 500 bucks on a necklace that I'll probably only wear once to make you feel good when you KNOW I need a new saddle? Gee, thanks babe.
Perhaps it's because I am just so not a romanticist, but I think that the hearts and the roses and the candles and everything else are completely gag-able. If you want to be ROMANTIC, do something out of the ordinary, not only from your own perspective, but from the perspective of commercial America. I'm not even going to tell you what that is, because if I do, it won't be your idea. But here's a hint: Do something out of character. I'm not saying go buy me that new saddle, although that would admittedly be a million times romantic to me than a necklace. More than a million. A bajizillion. Yeah, I can't even count how many zeros that is. I'm saying do something that will make me think 'Oh my goodness, where did I find this absurdly perfect man?!' Another hint: buying me chocolate/roses/jewelry will NOT make me think you are perfect. Or anything close to that. It will probably be a thought more along the lines of 'Ugh, seriously? I thought I married someone different from the cattle-like mass of men buying stupid greeting cards and roses.' Sorry, but it's the truth.
And if you feel you really MUST give me chocolates and roses, do it on September 14th. But I would recommend steering clear of Jared. Or the letter K. Always.
I think Valentine's Day is the STUPIDEST holiday ever. Like, seriously? We need a specific day to show people we care? It's essentially just a giant excuse for the ignorant men of the world to snatch that last tiny scrap of romance and make their equally ignorant (or sometimes not-so-ignorant and not-so-impressed) wives think that they are still the wonderfully charming men they married.
PUH-LEASE.
Like, seriously? Chocolates and roses on a day where EVERY GREETING CARD COMPANY IN THE WORLD is drilling into your head that if you don't buy her chocolates and roses you will be eternally scorned? Yeah, right! If my future husband gives me chocolates and roses on Valentine's Day, he's spending the night on the couch for lack of originality. Seriously. Valentine's Day spawns an enormous lack of creativity and thoughtfulness in the male gender. Oh and don't even get me started on jewelry. So, you spent 500 bucks on a necklace that I'll probably only wear once to make you feel good when you KNOW I need a new saddle? Gee, thanks babe.
Perhaps it's because I am just so not a romanticist, but I think that the hearts and the roses and the candles and everything else are completely gag-able. If you want to be ROMANTIC, do something out of the ordinary, not only from your own perspective, but from the perspective of commercial America. I'm not even going to tell you what that is, because if I do, it won't be your idea. But here's a hint: Do something out of character. I'm not saying go buy me that new saddle, although that would admittedly be a million times romantic to me than a necklace. More than a million. A bajizillion. Yeah, I can't even count how many zeros that is. I'm saying do something that will make me think 'Oh my goodness, where did I find this absurdly perfect man?!' Another hint: buying me chocolate/roses/jewelry will NOT make me think you are perfect. Or anything close to that. It will probably be a thought more along the lines of 'Ugh, seriously? I thought I married someone different from the cattle-like mass of men buying stupid greeting cards and roses.' Sorry, but it's the truth.
And if you feel you really MUST give me chocolates and roses, do it on September 14th. But I would recommend steering clear of Jared. Or the letter K. Always.
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