January 2010
i feel like getting really dressed up and having a...
so i think i will.
might as well, nothing better to do since my nye plans fell through.
i feel like playing with makeup anyway~
and blasting robyn. she makes me feel fabulous. and my darling lanie burnt me her cd so i can play it on my smashingly wonderful stereo system~
straight outta the 80’s, baby. they made em right back then.
anywho. time to play.
happy new year. ♥
December 2009
my nails are now teal
and it’s soooo weird
i haven’t had them painted in years. i think it’s been since 8th grade. Maybe early freshman year at the latest.
i keep looking down at my typing and being like “WHOA, WHAT HAPPENED TO MY NAILS?”
~
anyway, this post isn’t actually about nails.
it’s about what makes you feel sexy (or more specifically, me.)
i feel sexy when i do...
just because i'm losing doesn't mean i've lost
because i have some tricks up my sleeve.
and you know, just because i’m winning doesn’t mean i’ve won, either.
so i’m going to step up my game for the new year.
new years resolutions be damned, is what i normally say, but this year i think some changes are in order.
be more studious and all that jazz.
~
i get these random spurts of inspiration every now and again.
...
:)
I like how my day can be made with a simple text.
I like how I’m having a good hair day.
I like this cat on my lap.
I like the song I’m listening to.
I like nail polish - I think I’ll paint my nails tonight for the first time in years.
I like Starbucks mocha.
I like ruffles and rosettes and flower prints.
I like the colors purple, blue, and green together.
I like my...
I HATE MY FACE
a lot.
i wish it took good pictures.
or looked good without makeup.
idk i’m having one of those shitty self-esteem days.
i think i’m gorgeous a lot.
i just don’t today.
so excuse me while i stuff this face with peppermints to make myself feel better.
pity party; invitees, one.
i don't feel like blogging
but i promised i would write every day so here goes.
i just knit a scarf in mere hours
and now the index finger on my left hand hurts to kingdom come thanks to those needles
but my mom has another christmas present so it’s okay :D
i’m all excited for christmas now.
all the presents are under the tree and my mom’s already prepared christmas dinner and my scarf is finished. it...
so i had been listening to "I Try" by Macy Gray...
nonstop.
and i leave to go to the restaurant for my dad’s birthday
and playing on the sound system was none other than “i try.”
it blew my mind a little.
~martha
lnkflnalknfdsabnsdagnrgalbln
boys are stupid.
fighting takes a lot of energy
that i really don’t have at two in the morning.
i think it’s bedtime, but lord knows every time i say that it takes me another half an hour to actually doing it.
but on the other hand, this boy is awful cute.
i don’t care how much teasing i’m going to get from saying this, but he’s made me smile from 99% of the texts he’s sent me tonight.
and now i’m...
i'm keeping secrets
and some of them i don’t want to keep, and some of them i do.
i kinda miss last year. because i was in a stable relationship with a guy that i loved at that time.
i don’t want him back anymore. but i do want that time. it was simpler when i wasn’t keeping secrets, because my best friend and my boyfriend knew absolutely everything about my life.
and that was enough, you know?
...
you know what drives me nuts?
when people say “haters make me famous.”
no they don’t.
in the end, you’re still an immature kid who needs to get off the internet.
grow up.
~martha
1 tag
so i'm talking to the boy i like
who’s getting in a relationship with some girl i don’t know. and my best friend whores herself around him. but whatever. i’m used to her shit by now, or at least i act like it.
we’re talking about nakedness.
and it’s interesting.
but that’s all on that subject. for like two seconds.
i’m listening to adam lambert (i swear i have good taste in music most...
<3 <3 <3
i’m so in the christmas...
MLIA is fucking retarded
because it’s no longer average.
all it consists of these days is “OOOO MYSTERY GOOGLE, AND I SHOUT HARRY POTTER SPELLS IN PUBLIC, AND I STILL WATCH DORA THE EXPLORER EVEN THOUGH I’M TWENTY.”
shut the fuck up.
these aren’t average stories. these are “i’m a fucking social misfit who doesn’t know how to act my own age” stories. MLIA is catering...
and here i am, deleting and canceling and worrying...
as per usual.
i have little going on today besides the ever-present christmas shopping.
i have no idea what to buy my dad other than chocolate. he has no hobbies and no life outside of his first job, his second job, and taking care of his parents.
i mean, he’s with us a lot too. but he’s mostly sleeping when he’s home - and he has too many blankets for me to justify giving him...
“For every moment of triumph, for every instance of beauty, many souls must be...”
– Hunter S. Thompson
I never know what to say on things like this
and i’m quite happy with short little blurbs about my life.
facebook statuses and the like.
i’ve become somewhat addicted to the twitter phenomenon and it’s probably because i like to brag about myself.
poetry comes naturally; i think it’s what caused my annoying obsession with the enter key. full paragraphs are difficult and capitalization only happens with autocorrect...