stopppp!

i think people are mean. and i think it needs to stop.

i dont know why it's bugging me so bad that people are ragging on the "occupy wall street protesters" but i would like to see it stop. like now.

guess what? they have opinions.
guess what? they want change.
at least they are doing something about it.

all the rest of you that see a problem and think there is nothing you can do about it, or you dont care enough to try to make changes are the worst of them all.
change is slow. and it's hard. and nothing will ever be perfect. but shouldnt we all be striving towards a better world? shouldnt we all want to make our mark on the world for the better, and say that we tried. who cares if protesting doesnt work. or if  they're being crazies. it's something they're passionate about. and they want change.

nobody thought women should have the right to vote. people threw rocks at them. had them put in prison. told them they were fighting for a pointless cause and they should accept the fact that life is the way that it is, and to just accept it.
but guess what? they didnt stop. they fought until the end..and made their voice heard. because it was something they were passionate about. and guess what's even cooler? IT WORKED.
it was a looonnngg time coming, but it did. and i wish that i show the same determination and passion about the current issues (which, coincidentally we still have womans equality issues..what the heck)
but anyways. i dont get peoples problems and why they have to be so mean.

if you dont agree...then do what you want to change it. but you dont have to be rude to people for what they care about. because i think this is exactly what this country needs.
since when did everyone stop caring, and think they dont have a say in anything that happens to them?
guess what. you can change it. just look at the threethousandmillion examples of it in freaking history. YEAH THAT'S RIGHT.


now stand up. and make your picket sign. and head to washington dc. becasue we gunna make a change.

and while we're at it. and we stop world hunger, poverty, and make peace with everyone?
mkay thanks.

oh, and also give me thirteen million dollars :)

i have a problem...

you guys. i dont mean to rain on everyones parade buuttt...

i.dont.get.it.

what is the deal with everyone's OBSESSION with mustaches?!

1. they're not cool. or funny. they never were. so stop trying to make them cool OR funny. IT'S NOT!
2. they are creepy. they creep me out. i think you're going to rape me if you have one. and i automatically dont feel like talking to you because you bug me.
3.STOP trying to be hipster. you're not.

but i'm not even going to lie. the thing that bugs me the most is EVERYTHING on pinterest that is a mustache thing. oh hi. let me paint mustaches on my fingernails.
oh, what? you need a bandaid? well i have a mustache one.
oh dont worry about it. my coffee mug has a mustache on it because i'm just that cool.

i see mustache combs, mustache pillows, mustache rings. literally. you name it, and there is probably a mustache thing of it.

so anyways. boo on them, they can just go be creepy and drive around in their creepy van and take candy to little kids. and be creepy. and annoy the living daylights out of me.

BUT. dont think i will be nice to anyone that tries to talk to me while having one of those things on their face. not.going.to.happen.

in other news.

a woman found jesus on a cliff in ireland. silly goose. what was he doing all the way over there!?

that's the picture. i feel like i'm playing a weird game of eye spy or connect the dots when i try and see it.

i wish i could find jesus in something.
oh my gosh. i just had the greatest idea ever made by my brain. i'm going to make a huge pile of clothes in my room and make it look like a manger and then like sculpt the inside to make it look like baby jesus.
then i'm going to sell it for twelve million dollars and be super rich and famous.

yesssssss.

anyways. wanna read the article of this gem of a lady? GO HERE NOW! you'll be sure to not regret the time wasted while reading that.

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okay. i guess i'm going to get a little serious here, because i feel like it.

but let  me say somethings before i do that:

today i am getting my hair cut. it's about time. i'm not going to lie, i have a full on mullet. on purpose, of course, but it's getting gross. mostly disgusting. but anyways, that's besides the point. today i was depressed because i wanted a pony tail for once. it's been 14 months since i've had one! or even since i've had a part in my hair. weird weird weird. so anyways, i got excited because today was the last day in a long time i could even attempt that.

so guess what!? I DID IT. I GOT MY HAIR INTO A PONY TAIL! :)

it's quite a sad attempt at a pony tail, but i got it done nonetheless.

okay. i think that's all the important things i have to say. now onto my regular topic.

LIFE IS STUPID AND CONFUSING.

i dont know who made this rule, but college is the time you have to make every single life decision you'll ever make and it's really stupid i think. and i just kinda wish someone will tell me what to do. i'm stressing hard. about everything. school. work. life in general. its weird how fast things change i decided. i thought i had everything mapped out. i would go to school. be there for 3 years. be a teacher. have a direct career path. blah blah blah. but then that changed into me doing business. and becoming an event planner and being really awesome. but then that changed into I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I WANT TO DO AND I WANNA HIDE IN THE CLOSET AND CRY.

but anyways. i'm over it. mostly what's going on now is..i applied to the U.
i'm looking for a new job up in the slc. (if you know of anyone hiring...let me know!?)
i...think that's all. i'm going to LAS VEGAS this weekend with some wonderful friends i work with. and the boyf :) and i'm exciteeeddd. it will be w.o.n.d.e.r.f.u.l. and warm..hopefully. i'm already sick and tired of the cold. and having frost on my car errymorning. BOO ON SNOW.

anyways. i hope everyone is happy and bright :) anndd full of good advice for me.