"I don't care if the world knows what my Secrets are (Secrets are)"
It is a lovely Sunday afternoon, and I saw my options as the following:
- lie on the couch, cuddled in a blanket, and read On The Road by Jack Kerouac (technically homework)
- lie on the couch, swathed in a blankie, and read Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin
- lie on the couch, curled up in a blanket, and read Making of the West, my textbook, and therefore homework
- lie on the couch, snuggled in a blankie, and read America: A Concise History, my textbook, and again, therefore homework
- lie on the semi-comfortable couch (which really needs a pillow), bundled up in my soft white blankie, and type away at my laptop, telling the whole world of my deepest desires (and watching Jessie on Netflix. Yes, I am nineteen, and I watched Nickelodeon when I was at the dentist on my birthday. This is what I enjoy.)
I am still a child at heart. I love Disney, and I still watch them regularly. I tend to jump and giggle a lot when I get excited. I love The Suite Life of Zack and Cody. I love blowing bubbles in my chocolate milk. I love colouring books. Blankies are one of my favourite things in the world. Tater tots will make me happiest, fastest. Candy is one of my best friends. I love cuddling, and snuggles are the best thing in the world. Uni is great and all, but I miss my kitty most. I enjoy a friendly banter, where we yell everything, and feign frustration. A friend of mine and I always get looks, when we do this, travelling across campus; I've kinda given up on caring too much.
“Childhood is not from birth to a certain age and at a certain age. The child is grown, and puts away childish things. Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies.”
― Edna St. Vincent MillayI'm more independent than my roommates seem to be. I miss home, sure, but I don't really get homesick; I enjoy going home for the weekend, but when I do, I don't get anything done. :[ I love having my mommy's help, and my daddy is good for everything. But I have to show them how to use the dishwasher, of all things. They don't understand why I get so stressed out over the kitchen and how dirty it constantly is, or why I hate that they use the dishwasher; we don't have enough dishes to fill that thing and continue to eat, unless it's something you can use a napkin on. Just...all-in-all, I'm really the only person ready for this, and we're all freshmen... Yup.
“I have not lived as a woman. I have lived as a man. I've just done what I damn well wanted to, and I've made enough money to support myself, and ain't afraid of being alone.”
― Katharine HepburnMy kitty is my babygirl. Again, my cat is the most difficult thing to be away from, and that's because I spent the most time with her when I was at home. I am a lover of both kitties and doggies; I have plans for a doggie, all laid out, very detailed, but I'll save those for another day. I am unashamed to say that I would love to end up being the Crazy Cat Lady, so long as they got along with my doggies. Cats choose who they will bond with, and will not be forced; I love how headstrong they are, and that's how I see myself. We play fight, and although she bites really hard, she knows when to let go. She sits when I say, and only when I say. And she's been driving my mum crazy with wanting to cuddle. She's become quite the old lady, but she is still more than happy to fight me; she's eleven, and I worry about her every day. Simply having a kitty around can heal you and cause for stress relief. She loves to talk, but that's because I talk to her. No one is allowed to complain, but dad still does. OH! She snores SO loudly! She's a polydacl calico Manx, and therefor does not have a tail; she has thumbs, and an extra down between it and the other four. She hates baths, she doesn't terribly enjoy being shaved, but we still have fun together.
“The only escape from the miseries of life are music and cats...”
― Albert Schweitzer
“A cat has absolute emotional honesty: human beings, for one reason or another, may hide their feelings, but a cat does not.”
― Ernest HemingwayI still cry over the simplest of things. Today, I was invited over to an old neighbour's for curry; I've never had this, before, and I hear...rather startling and pained reviews on it, so...I honestly began to cry. I did not want to go. I cried so bloody hard. I'm a sorry little example of someone, but I did it, and there's an honest secret.
“We need never be ashamed of our tears.”
― Charles Dickens, Great ExpectationsI actually really love the Notebook. I watched it the other day, and I bawled. So hard. When my roommate (one of three) came home, later, she asked, with disdain as she always does, if I had watched it. I said yes, because, y'know, I had. She scoffed, with her classic "Ugh, I hate that!" that always makes me feel like the horrid person that I know I am not. I tend to panic when people show dislike toward something that I like. It wasn't that big of a deal, but...seriously. I lied, and said "So do I." What the heck, Gray? Why do I keep doing this? I don't know. But it happens. I hate contention...that's probably why. Regardless. I love cheesy romantic flicks, no matter how horrible they may appear to the rest of the world, and how unrealistic, and how 'it's ruining relationships.' That's actually not the movie's fault; stop blaming other people for your own obsessive problems, guys...
“You can't live your life for other people. You've got to do what's right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.”
― Nicholas Sparks, The NotebookI am a feminist. I have more 'brawn' than most of the girls I know. I surprise my neighbours with the fact that I had a Heavy Diesel class, senior year. Yes, I really am terribly shy. And yes, I was more than ecstatic this last summer when I was up in Yellowstone with Dean and I could ask him to do anything for me, and his eyes just lit up. That's another thing for later. But I can't stand having other people, men or women, do something that I am more than capable of doing or learning. I took apart a huge diesel engine, almost entirely by myself. The guys in my group wouldn't do any of the paperwork. And I let them do what they wanted; I got credit, and they didn't. I will not be a pushover. Yeah, I can't let people pull crap like that on me. They pulled what I couldn't, loosened the bolts, and I did the paperwork kinda stuff. I was the only one who knew where things went when we put it back together. Plus, it was just me and Rudo, when we put it back together.
“I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.”
― Jane Austen, PersuasionI. Love. Boybands. From the 90s. Like LFO and Immature and 3To2. My favourites? New Kids on the Block, OZone, Backstreet Boys, and *NSYNC. I like LFO, as well, just not quite as much. [: Dean hates them all, but respects the fact of how much I love them, and even suggests listening to them when I'm upset, upon very *seldom* occasion. "Pop"? Oh, you had my heart at "Dirty." And no, I'm not saying that I want a dirty martini. I'm saying that I love the song, first note through the last. I don't even know what a dirty martini is. Is that with an olive, or just the way they make it? I don't even know what a martini is; I don't drink. But with music? You've got me at the 50s, jump to the 90s, then swirl a bit throughout the 2000s. 2006 was not a good year. For cars, however...[;
“My music taste is stuck in the 90s and early 2000s and I am not sorry about it.”
― UnknownMy boyfriend is two years younger than me, and lives a thousand miles away. If we get down and accurate, it's 1047 miles from here to him, currently. I am a freshman in college, and he is a junior in high school. This is my life, and, honestly, posting that fact on here is another way of accepting that fact. I survive alright, thus far, and we've been together for a year. And I'm sure y'all are guessing who it is, and yes, Dean is correct. And, again, if we get down to the basics, it's two years, a month and, what, four days younger than me. But he is the sweetest, most amazing guy I have ever met, and I have no intentions of ever hurting or leaving him. I'm happy with the way our lives are, now, and happier with my own life than I ever have been. Yes, I have more to complain about than my roommates, but they whine a whole lot more than I do. And I'll try to keep my little fusses to a minimum; this blog ain't about my first world problems.
“When you find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will stand in front of you when other’s cast stones, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who will hold your hand when your sick, who thinks your pretty without makeup, the one who turns to his friends and say, ‘that’s her’, the one that would bear your rejection because losing you means losing his will to live, who kisses you when you screw up, watches the stars and names one for you and will hold and rock that baby for hours so you can sleep…..you marry him all over again.”
― Shannon L. Alder
I cant think of any other things. Therefore, I am terribly forgetful. [:
Regardless, I have done my work here, for the day, and maybe I'll follow up on these little bits later on in life. [;
Auf Wiedersehn!
~Graysen Got What?