"They thought you were the smarter, bitchier Paris Hilton."
-- Email from a friend today, talking about what his/her friends thought upon meeting me.
OK, I'll take it. I will totally take that. (Especially because I know that with this group, "bitchy" is most def a compliment) BUT!
I get the "You remind me of Paris Hilton" thing a lot and I don't know why. I look nothing like the girl. At all. I went to college, and a pretty darn good one, too. My hipbones haven't jutted out like shark fins since twelve pounds ago. I work really hard all day and often times late into the night. I have danced on maybe five tables in my life. I am not particularly girly. I'm not sure I get it.
It's probably the chihuahua:
Tonight I cleaned my room and moved my bed. Moving furniture makes a monumental difference in your living situation and if you're ever feeling like you're in a rut, I suggest you do it. It's amazing how something as simple as waking up on on the other side of your bedroom can flip your whole day around.
That being said, I also felt it was time to switch around the layout of my blog. I went with this new style-- pretty similar, a little more color, a lot less black, easier to read. I think this one will stick around for awhile.
If there's anyone out there who wants to help me build my own site, I would totally pay you whatever I could. It would be hard to match all the awesome features you get with Vox, though. All of this stuff already gets fed to a Tumblr, but I can't commit to it over there. Something is unsettling about the Tumblr Dashboard. I'm can't quite place my finger on it.
We haven't shared a good jam in awhile, so here's something I'm listening to right now:
This song reminds me so much of my most favorite dude that I've ever dated. Absolutely my favorite.
I was really kind of floored when my mom referenced Calvin Harris by name yesterday on the phone...
Ed took these of me/us last Saturday:
Pardon me while I get political for a moment.
Have you heard of the Real ID act? Terrifying.
This site is clearly quite propaganda-y, but they've got themselves a pretty solid point. Do you want to be tied to the government via ID? I know I don't. Not unless it's some sweet thumb-pad finger print ID like from Charlie's Angels or something.
I will refuse to accept my Real ID so long as no one's gonna kill me over it. Then I'll shut the fuck up and take the card.
I just nearly crushed my dog's skull in an attempt to Crank That Soulja Boy.
If Wagandstuff died because his mother can't manage to master the moves of a dance craze, that would truly be a shame.
..I'm STILL thinking about JayNotes. He's no flash in the pan, that one.
Here's another JayNotes video I found in my research last night.