Barefootfoodie.
Brittany Gibbons.
I need to talk about her.
She is seriously the funniest woman in the world. She fights for curvy women rights (HOLLA). She loves her kids and husband. She makes fun of her kids and husband. She's literally on my fast link at the top of browser. Lolz all day.
Also. I'm pretty sure her blog is considered a "mommyblog" and I'm totally not a "mommy"...but I still think she's fucking awesome.
DIG IT.
Monday, January 16, 2012
The Holidays
So, the holidays were a blur. A really fucking awesome blur.
You know how Christmas is always this...idk entity thing, that for some reason, you are super excited for it all year...and then it comes, and it totally sucks?
Well that's what Christmas WAS NOT for once ever.
I totally peed my pants during the month long Holiday season with Erik. It was amazing.
I got, probably the best, presents ever. Erik and I confessed our undying, never want to be apart, love to eachother (I don't give a fuck, puke in your mouth at my love, I dare you) and got eachother promise rings. Yeah, we're pretty cute. SO. FUCKING. ADORABLE.
sdfksl;jdfsf
Then New Years was drunk.
Ya know...as it should be.
I loved it.
Well...except for the hangover.
But my dad bought hangover breakfast...so I'm fine with it, actually....
Alright, bye :}
You know how Christmas is always this...idk entity thing, that for some reason, you are super excited for it all year...and then it comes, and it totally sucks?
Well that's what Christmas WAS NOT for once ever.
I totally peed my pants during the month long Holiday season with Erik. It was amazing.
I got, probably the best, presents ever. Erik and I confessed our undying, never want to be apart, love to eachother (I don't give a fuck, puke in your mouth at my love, I dare you) and got eachother promise rings. Yeah, we're pretty cute. SO. FUCKING. ADORABLE.
sdfksl;jdfsf
Then New Years was drunk.
Ya know...as it should be.
I loved it.
Well...except for the hangover.
But my dad bought hangover breakfast...so I'm fine with it, actually....
Alright, bye :}
Monday, October 17, 2011
Portlandia
So...where to start? We landed in the land of Portland on Thursday evening. We were both anxious and excited at the same time. My amazing/forgetful boyfriend received a phone call (luckily, while we were still in the PDX airport) that he had forgotten his wallet on the plane (XD). I didn't mind, but I felt bad for Erik because it stressed him out.
We took a taxi (expensive) to our hotel. It was small and modern. There were organic bath products in the bathroom. It was weird and cute lol. After unwinding a bit, we took a night stroll down Burnside (by our hotel and a main vein in Portland) and ate some delish Thai food. Just saying, curry is the tittays; and Erik's pad thai was amazing.
Also. Didn't know thai coffee existed (and I'm a pretty big advocate of the spicy-sweet food that is Thai).
Shortly after, we went back to our hotel and slept the night away.
Next morning, we ate some bagels, drank the MOST DELICIOUS TODDY OF MY LIFE and were then off to explore. We ended up in the Pearl district, explored Powell's city of books, checked out Portland's Buffalo Exchange, then made our way to Voo Doo Donuts. I expected an awful line but it wasn't too bad at all. We ordered 4 donuts(2 voodoo dolls, 1 maple blunt, and 1 gay bar) and ate 2 (thee voodoo dolls :}). After that adventure, we headed to closest light rail stop to make our way to THE EEAASSST. The East contained Erik's old friend (and ex lover) Jasmine. I was worried I would feel weird about the "ex lover" thing, but it wasn't weird at all. The boyfriend loves me and Jasmine was cool and not awkward.
BUT ANYWAYS.
After that we went to eat pizza (extra good) and went to the Portland Art Museum. I saw some Kirchner, Smith, and Monet. I have never seen art that famous before. It kind of blew the fuck out of my mind. I was really excited and ran all over the museum while snobby art-goers glared at me. I didn't care. Then I explained expressionism to Erik because I needed him to understand my enthusiasm. Lol. I also found out that Erik likes Asian art more than European art while I'm the exact opposite. After the museum we walked back to to the hotel in the rain. It was cold and mostly uphill (exhausting) but I didn't care because I got to hold hands with my sweetheart while we pretended to be art critics (we hate a lot of modern art).
The next day we woke up early and got more bagels and coffee (this was our breakfast all 3 mornings). We then walked back to the hotel to plan out our day but got side tracked with napping (I was actually sick the entire time in Portlandia, and I still am). After, we went shopping (YAY). Erik bought some sexy shoes and pants, while I bought THE MOST beautiful dress in the entire world. I was originally searching for a purse, got side tracked with the dress and didn't plan on getting a purse afterall. Then, we stopped in this little boutique when, BAM, the most beautiful purse in the world. I got stupid giddy over it, realized I had no money, and told the guy I couldn't afford it (sad face). The nice old man asked me what I would take it for and I told him it was beautiful but I couldn't. Then, my perfect boyfriend bought it for me. Happy Birthday to me. He's cute.
Also. In the middle of our shopping, we stopped at a tea house and there was a girl with a sloth. It was wearing people clothes and she kept kissing it. It was weird and cute.
Then, we got all sexied up to go out to dinner. We took the train East and went to the Oyster Bar. There were a lot of hobos out in the area at night. We ate really good crab and shrimp cocktail and a bunch of fried seafood. We walked towards Chinatown, afterward, and saw a whole block of hobo tents (sadface). I realized I'm quite sensitive. Erik and I talked a lot about homeless people, pretty much, the entire trip. We got back to the hotel, drank some beers, and got some much needed down time.
Next morning, we ate more bagels, said goodbye to beautiful Portland, hopped on a plain and headed home.
The trip was amazingly beautiful. We walked a lot. We ate a lot. And I have the best love in the world.
We took a taxi (expensive) to our hotel. It was small and modern. There were organic bath products in the bathroom. It was weird and cute lol. After unwinding a bit, we took a night stroll down Burnside (by our hotel and a main vein in Portland) and ate some delish Thai food. Just saying, curry is the tittays; and Erik's pad thai was amazing.
Also. Didn't know thai coffee existed (and I'm a pretty big advocate of the spicy-sweet food that is Thai).
Shortly after, we went back to our hotel and slept the night away.
Next morning, we ate some bagels, drank the MOST DELICIOUS TODDY OF MY LIFE and were then off to explore. We ended up in the Pearl district, explored Powell's city of books, checked out Portland's Buffalo Exchange, then made our way to Voo Doo Donuts. I expected an awful line but it wasn't too bad at all. We ordered 4 donuts(2 voodoo dolls, 1 maple blunt, and 1 gay bar) and ate 2 (thee voodoo dolls :}). After that adventure, we headed to closest light rail stop to make our way to THE EEAASSST. The East contained Erik's old friend (and ex lover) Jasmine. I was worried I would feel weird about the "ex lover" thing, but it wasn't weird at all. The boyfriend loves me and Jasmine was cool and not awkward.
BUT ANYWAYS.
After that we went to eat pizza (extra good) and went to the Portland Art Museum. I saw some Kirchner, Smith, and Monet. I have never seen art that famous before. It kind of blew the fuck out of my mind. I was really excited and ran all over the museum while snobby art-goers glared at me. I didn't care. Then I explained expressionism to Erik because I needed him to understand my enthusiasm. Lol. I also found out that Erik likes Asian art more than European art while I'm the exact opposite. After the museum we walked back to to the hotel in the rain. It was cold and mostly uphill (exhausting) but I didn't care because I got to hold hands with my sweetheart while we pretended to be art critics (we hate a lot of modern art).
The next day we woke up early and got more bagels and coffee (this was our breakfast all 3 mornings). We then walked back to the hotel to plan out our day but got side tracked with napping (I was actually sick the entire time in Portlandia, and I still am). After, we went shopping (YAY). Erik bought some sexy shoes and pants, while I bought THE MOST beautiful dress in the entire world. I was originally searching for a purse, got side tracked with the dress and didn't plan on getting a purse afterall. Then, we stopped in this little boutique when, BAM, the most beautiful purse in the world. I got stupid giddy over it, realized I had no money, and told the guy I couldn't afford it (sad face). The nice old man asked me what I would take it for and I told him it was beautiful but I couldn't. Then, my perfect boyfriend bought it for me. Happy Birthday to me. He's cute.
Also. In the middle of our shopping, we stopped at a tea house and there was a girl with a sloth. It was wearing people clothes and she kept kissing it. It was weird and cute.
Then, we got all sexied up to go out to dinner. We took the train East and went to the Oyster Bar. There were a lot of hobos out in the area at night. We ate really good crab and shrimp cocktail and a bunch of fried seafood. We walked towards Chinatown, afterward, and saw a whole block of hobo tents (sadface). I realized I'm quite sensitive. Erik and I talked a lot about homeless people, pretty much, the entire trip. We got back to the hotel, drank some beers, and got some much needed down time.
Next morning, we ate more bagels, said goodbye to beautiful Portland, hopped on a plain and headed home.
The trip was amazingly beautiful. We walked a lot. We ate a lot. And I have the best love in the world.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
What it is, it is
I guess I should include an update.
I have the most beautiful life in the world. It's stressful, I'm sleepy a lot, but I have so much love.
I'm at Arizona State, now. It's strange and different, boring and fun, awkward and artsy, blah blah blah. I'm going to school for Art Education and I only have the smallest amount of doubt. I'm sticking with it though.
I've learned a lot about myself but I am no well-versed woman. I'm still awkward, comedic, romantic, and impulsive. I'm learning about the shade of grey and trying to be less extreme. I laugh at stupid shit everyday yet also get caught up in my own mind about similarly stupid shit. I talk to much when I shouldn't and not enough when I should.
I don't seem to have a lot of friends. My close friends have turned into acquantances. I miss having close bonds. I also seem to have forgotten how to socialize. This probably bothers me more than most things. I tried to hold onto dying friendships for too long and when I realized that they were close to dead...I realized I didn't have much else.
But...then there is Erik. He is the sunshine. He has a mysterious demeanor with a twist of snide. He's a smartass with fascinations in the strangest of things. He's also the best friend anyone could ask for. I don't just say this because I'm his girlfriend, I say this because it's apparent in all of his relationships. He'll drop his entire world for a friend who needs help. But me...I'm lucky, because he loves the SHIT out of me.
So, there's that.
Summary?! I'm a senior at ASU, I have no friends, I confuse myself, I have a knack for self-depricating humor, and I love the balls out of my boyfriend. What it is, it is.
I have the most beautiful life in the world. It's stressful, I'm sleepy a lot, but I have so much love.
I'm at Arizona State, now. It's strange and different, boring and fun, awkward and artsy, blah blah blah. I'm going to school for Art Education and I only have the smallest amount of doubt. I'm sticking with it though.
I've learned a lot about myself but I am no well-versed woman. I'm still awkward, comedic, romantic, and impulsive. I'm learning about the shade of grey and trying to be less extreme. I laugh at stupid shit everyday yet also get caught up in my own mind about similarly stupid shit. I talk to much when I shouldn't and not enough when I should.
I don't seem to have a lot of friends. My close friends have turned into acquantances. I miss having close bonds. I also seem to have forgotten how to socialize. This probably bothers me more than most things. I tried to hold onto dying friendships for too long and when I realized that they were close to dead...I realized I didn't have much else.
But...then there is Erik. He is the sunshine. He has a mysterious demeanor with a twist of snide. He's a smartass with fascinations in the strangest of things. He's also the best friend anyone could ask for. I don't just say this because I'm his girlfriend, I say this because it's apparent in all of his relationships. He'll drop his entire world for a friend who needs help. But me...I'm lucky, because he loves the SHIT out of me.
So, there's that.
Summary?! I'm a senior at ASU, I have no friends, I confuse myself, I have a knack for self-depricating humor, and I love the balls out of my boyfriend. What it is, it is.
For Me
Sometimes I cannot stop breathing in negativity. I exhale nothing. It's a constant cycle of Bullshit then nothing. I anger myself. I know exactly what I want and who I love but I can't stop questioning it. I wish I were a carbonated fizzy effervescent drink. Keepin in the good stuff and exhaling the excess. Bubbly bubbly, just enough carbonation to be lovely but not too overwhelming. A woman needs some darkened bubbles, but they can't all be bottled up. I can talk and talk, but the fact of the matter is: I've never known this state of life, therefore this shit is difficult for me. I feel disconnected but too connected. I don't know where I'm at.
This love is in and out of everything good and a little bit bad. My heart slows and quickens and I can't keep track of it. I have tears and smiling. Laughter and frowns. It's everything and when I'm angry it's everything bad. Nonetheless..it's fucking everything. I've never been so respected and loved in my life. It's not even a selfish kind of love. It's more selfless than even I know how to be. I don't feel adequate enough for it.
When it all comes down to it, there's a lot going on in my life. I feel almost lifeless. I wish I could be everything for you, but right now I feel drained in life. Right now...I feel mostly tired.
This love is in and out of everything good and a little bit bad. My heart slows and quickens and I can't keep track of it. I have tears and smiling. Laughter and frowns. It's everything and when I'm angry it's everything bad. Nonetheless..it's fucking everything. I've never been so respected and loved in my life. It's not even a selfish kind of love. It's more selfless than even I know how to be. I don't feel adequate enough for it.
When it all comes down to it, there's a lot going on in my life. I feel almost lifeless. I wish I could be everything for you, but right now I feel drained in life. Right now...I feel mostly tired.
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Broadcasting from First Delivery in Tempe, Arizona...
Cecily lost the key to the apartment, so now we have two new keys that don't work worth a shit. I don't understand why it's so hard to cut a key exactly the same, broken in and all?
A driver bought me a power ball ticket, but I'm not 21? I think if I won the power ball...I would donate almost all of it. That's a disgusting amount of money. I don't really like money? But, I guess it doesn't really matter because I would never win the powerball. Even though I have really awesome Karma, and the world loves me a shit ton because I'm really brilliant.
I started reading On the Road last night because Drew let me borrow it. He said it starts off slow but I think it starts off fine. It's not the kind of book I usually read, but to be honest I haven't really been doing much of any reading.
I keep thinking about living at ASU and it sounds like something I don't know if I want to do anymore. But, I think it will be a good experience for me and it's not like I'll have another chance to do it. Because really, how strange would it be to live in dorms ten years from now? Creeper status Krystal (holla).
I drew a picture of Ironman last night.
It looks bomb diggity.
I'm hungry, bye.
A driver bought me a power ball ticket, but I'm not 21? I think if I won the power ball...I would donate almost all of it. That's a disgusting amount of money. I don't really like money? But, I guess it doesn't really matter because I would never win the powerball. Even though I have really awesome Karma, and the world loves me a shit ton because I'm really brilliant.
I started reading On the Road last night because Drew let me borrow it. He said it starts off slow but I think it starts off fine. It's not the kind of book I usually read, but to be honest I haven't really been doing much of any reading.
I keep thinking about living at ASU and it sounds like something I don't know if I want to do anymore. But, I think it will be a good experience for me and it's not like I'll have another chance to do it. Because really, how strange would it be to live in dorms ten years from now? Creeper status Krystal (holla).
I drew a picture of Ironman last night.
It looks bomb diggity.
I'm hungry, bye.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
A couple of weeks later...
Alright so, I haven't updated in kind of a long time in the world of Krystal. There isn't much new except for (I guess) a newish (more like...just "enforced") state of mind. I feel...elated I guess would be the right word.
School IS OUT and I am enjoing this....HOWEVER...school is also back in on the 1st so...jfc fuck me, right? It's alright though, I'm really "bee-line" oriented. OH ALSO DEAR BLOGGER, I totally got A's and B's again. My GPA is so pretty, it makes me blush.
Something INCREDIBLY odd...I've gotten back in touch with Kevin Joel Rozell. I don't really know how I feel about it. He sent me like...three myspace messages, which I got kind of late because...well, who goes on myspace? Anyways, he apologized, blah blah blah. I told him I wasn't much of a myspacer, and so now we've been "texting". I'm not sure why "texting" is in quotes. I guess it's just because it seems ...idk, crass? Story onward....
But basically, him and his chick are still together, he constantly complains about her..and OH YEAH...I forgot...Kevin is going to be a dad in the end of August...............yup. Fucking. Weird. It's a girl, and her name is Chelsea. Really freaks me out. But yeah, Kevin is a pretty negative person and half of our conversations, I feel like a motivational mother trying to get her son's spirits up. That's kind of mean, but I don't know how else to explain it. HE's also hitting on my half of the time and I never return it and instead reply with things like..."Hey aren't you practically married and having a child soon?!" and also..."Uhm yeah, no you don't want to be with me Kevin, we're practically strangers"....Really man...I don't think so.
On a much more bitter sweet note (I guess that last paragraph was pretty bitter sweet as well?....*shrugs*), last night...I pretty much had a blasty blast. I kind of looked sloppy, but somehow it still worked out fine. Listening to hip hop and looking at art. Not to mention the bomb ass down time. I'm only just kind of worried that it's fleeting. Because...well, it always seems to be. But that's alright...because over the past year I have learned that A. I can never stay mad at Drew. And B. He almost always tries to do what is best. So, I guess I need to not be a faggot about it.
Another (brief) part of last night....
"Krystal 2 Young." <=====Weird
Also...BarefootFoodie....my favourite thing in the entire world right now as of late. Seriously, I have logged HOURS reading this womans blog....backwards..? Anyways, it's really brilliant, and she's fucking crazy...and I love her. Her life is rather normal...it's just, the way she conveys it to her readers is just fucking hilarious. Jealous of her mastered funny talents=me...fosho.
School IS OUT and I am enjoing this....HOWEVER...school is also back in on the 1st so...jfc fuck me, right? It's alright though, I'm really "bee-line" oriented. OH ALSO DEAR BLOGGER, I totally got A's and B's again. My GPA is so pretty, it makes me blush.
Something INCREDIBLY odd...I've gotten back in touch with Kevin Joel Rozell. I don't really know how I feel about it. He sent me like...three myspace messages, which I got kind of late because...well, who goes on myspace? Anyways, he apologized, blah blah blah. I told him I wasn't much of a myspacer, and so now we've been "texting". I'm not sure why "texting" is in quotes. I guess it's just because it seems ...idk, crass? Story onward....
But basically, him and his chick are still together, he constantly complains about her..and OH YEAH...I forgot...Kevin is going to be a dad in the end of August...............yup. Fucking. Weird. It's a girl, and her name is Chelsea. Really freaks me out. But yeah, Kevin is a pretty negative person and half of our conversations, I feel like a motivational mother trying to get her son's spirits up. That's kind of mean, but I don't know how else to explain it. HE's also hitting on my half of the time and I never return it and instead reply with things like..."Hey aren't you practically married and having a child soon?!" and also..."Uhm yeah, no you don't want to be with me Kevin, we're practically strangers"....Really man...I don't think so.
On a much more bitter sweet note (I guess that last paragraph was pretty bitter sweet as well?....*shrugs*), last night...I pretty much had a blasty blast. I kind of looked sloppy, but somehow it still worked out fine. Listening to hip hop and looking at art. Not to mention the bomb ass down time. I'm only just kind of worried that it's fleeting. Because...well, it always seems to be. But that's alright...because over the past year I have learned that A. I can never stay mad at Drew. And B. He almost always tries to do what is best. So, I guess I need to not be a faggot about it.
Another (brief) part of last night....
"Krystal 2 Young." <=====Weird
Also...BarefootFoodie....my favourite thing in the entire world right now as of late. Seriously, I have logged HOURS reading this womans blog....backwards..? Anyways, it's really brilliant, and she's fucking crazy...and I love her. Her life is rather normal...it's just, the way she conveys it to her readers is just fucking hilarious. Jealous of her mastered funny talents=me...fosho.
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