Car Selfies and Brow Tweezing

One of my goals for the month of March is to get completely, head to toe, ready every day.  I'm tired of feeling like crap in my tee shirts and jeans every day, so I decided to start now.  Yesterday, I went shopping in my little sister's closet. I put on about 4 outfits before I decided on the one I actually ended up wearing.  I forgot how exhausting "style" and "fashion" could be.  I think what I ended up wearing was pretty cute. I even busted out the lipstick. 

I've had the jeans and the cardigan for years. I think I got the cardigan at Aeropostale.  The shirt is compliments of my baby sister's closet. I think it's from forever 21. The flops are from Walmart.  My lipstick is Covergirl. It's my favorite shade, yet I can't remember what it's called. 
After I got ready, I headed towards work way too early, like always. This means that I had plenty of time to... a) wander around Walmart. I bought some lunch for work, a pair of sunglasses, and a pair of tweezers. I lost mine.   b) Tweezed my eye brows using my visor mirror.  c) Take multiple selfies in the car. 
The sunglasses only cost me $7 and I quite like them.  I've needed a new pair forever, and I guess today was the day. 
Everyone at work had something to say about the fact that I appeared to have made an attempt to look like a contributing member of society.  It was probably the lipstick. It shocks everyone. It was such a beautiful day out, I didn't really want to say cooped up the whole day, so it was kind of a pain in the bum to be working the whole day instead of ambling around outdoors in my cute new shades.
And that, my friends, was my first attempt at a "What I Wore" Wednesday. How'd I do?

Well...Do you?

In case you didn't know, I'm a young single adult, living at home with my wonderful parents. I work a full time job with a completely crazy schedule where I'm never particularly pleased with the time that I get off.  I'm not yet 21 and I'm not super religious (meaning I don't hang out at the single's ward). These things can make it kind of difficult to meet guys.  And what I mean by guys, is people to go out on dates with and get to know, not like...random people I went to high school with who want to "watch a movie" in their mom's basement.  One night, I was flipping through my Twitter Feed (oh you're not following me? Why not?) and I was seeing all these hashtags...tinder.  And unfortunately I became one of those people who dates online.  I've been trying to figure out how to really use it as a good tool to learn about myself in relation to the personalities of others. But for the most part, you judge everyone by a few pictures and a little blurb about them (if they write one) Sometimes people make it really hard.

1. Which one are you? 

2. I can't see your face. 

3. Every picture you posted is like this. 

All kinds of random things go through my head while I'm swiping left and right over and over again.  It's hard to explain it unless you've used it, but it is really such a weird thing. 

Do you Tinder?

Which of Jesus' Disciples Are You?

It's finally happening. I'm getting my hair done. I can't take it anymore. It's a train wreck. It will get done on Thursday and I will no longer look in the mirror and feel an overwhelming sadness about my accidental ombre I've got going on.  For a while, I was all about being a cute little fashion-forward blogger who always dressed cute and didn't have horrible hair.  
That ends today. Well, Thursday. 
I also decided to try and get caught up on some of my blog reading. There are all kinds of blogs that I've always loved to read regularly that I have been seriously neglected. I was the comment queen...and now I just see that someone posted and say "I'll read it later" then I don't and now I have literally 678 posts to read. 
Being bored makes me do some odd stuff. I most just download apps that are a sever waste of time that are extremely fun to play on while I'm taking my nightly bath.  Word of advice, you feel like getting things done, do not download the BuzzFeed app. One minute you'll be flipping through the articles, the next thing you know, not only did you take a quiz telling you which of Jesus' disciples you are, but you have also successfully wasted 1.5 hours of your life. 
I'm Saint Matthew, by the way. 
I was in the middle of writing this, and stopped for a BuzzFeed Break.  Seriously, don't do it.  You don't need to see the Japanese comedian in a raw turkey costume. 
Well, I hope you have all had a wonderfully bearable Monday! 

Movie Funny

Sometimes I take a step back and look at my life and think about how it's never really all that interesting. Sure, there are things about it that have been interesting but, in general, I'm boring.  Yesterday, I got home from work and my sisters were making homemade soft pretzels.  Megan is in food 2, and they make all sorts of interesting things.  She also quite the little baker.  So yeah...random soft pretzels. As it turns out, I lack imagination when it comes to pretzel art.
While my sisters were making music notes and cute swirly patterns with their pretzels these are all I could come up with. 

We thought it was quite hilarious, until Megan decided to start creating a pair of scissors with her pretzels.  I feel like I may not even have to explain how wrong those scissors ended, up, but never fear, I have a visual aid. 

She was hoping that we wouldn't notice and she could destroy her creation before we notices...unfortunately, she was not successful.  She will now be made fun of for creating the penis pretzel for a time estimated to be...the rest of her lifetime. 

And then, for just a split second, my life became movie funny. 

.05% of the Time

Choices.  I have made a ton of em.  Some of them have been really shitty.  I have done a lot of things I haven't really wanted to do.  I've been obligated into things. I've been a doormat. I have been walked all over and done what everyone has expected of my for most all of my life.  When I joined the Marines way back in high school, I had finally broken the mold. I finally did something that I wanted to do, and it didn't matter what anyone else thought of it, I knew it was right.  Ever since then, I've pretty much just been doing my own thing.  This whole blog is center on the idea that I'm slipping and sliding through make making a million and one mistakes and getting it right about .05% of the time.   But holy crap maybe I should work on my success rate.  Maybe I should try to bump it up to like .25%.  A measly quarter of a percent? Maybe I could manage that.  I suppose I will have to see. I can't see into the future.  Until then, I'ma watch some more New Girl and How I Met Your Mother, taking notes and learning life's greatest lessons.   I need some bagel bites and probably some vodka. Vodka could be good. 

Death By Jogging

This morning, I did exactly what I told myself I was going to do.  I got dressed and went for a run. 
Okay...If I call it a run, I'm totally lying. It was more like a jog to the stop sign and then walk around the block and nearly die.  I'm back at square one and it's a bad, bad thing.  I have an APFT in a few weeks and I have to pass it. Not only do I have to pass it, but I have to kick its ass. I will NOT be worse than I was when I started. 
You have to understand what life is like in Utah in the winter.  We're high up and we have this disgusting winter pollution we call "inversion".  When you go out in it and breathe the air, you may as well be a smoker. That's how bad it is.  I guess this mean I gotta go running every day.  I feel really defeated and it sucks. I had to work  really hard to running a 14:30 2 mile.  It is not cool to die from running around the block.  Not. Cool.  This is the beginning of me getting up a little earlier every morning for a run.  
In other news
Oh my god. Almost as good as How I Met Your Mother. Zooey Deschanel is riot and I can't stop watching.  I think everyone needs a douche bag jar.  We should have a blogging douche bag jar.  When someone blogs something totally douchey, you gotta put a dollar in the jar. If it's especially bad, maybe a few more.  Seriously, it should be a thing. 
When you're boring, you are suddenly very excited by extremely small things.  Yesterday, I was using my sister's computer to do Army Homework and we decided to order pizza.  We went with Dominos.  That place is usually really expensive because it's quality pizza.  DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THE COUPON SECTION?! If you click on the "coupons" tab on the website where you order, it tells you all the deals. Usually, one medium pizza with two toppings will be $14.  We got two pizzas and wings for under $19.  I almost died from shock when we hit the check out button. Coupons. Best invention ever. 
That wasn't sponsored or something. I was just excited about it.  Like I said, lame things excite boring people.  And now...I shall go for I must work a million hours and do copious amounts of laundry.  
Good day blog-world. 

The Extra Chic Section

I know...I'm the worst 5-days-a-week-blogger that has every happened to blogging. But I just...haven't had anything to say, and I try not to blog when it's going to be extremely stupid.  Occasionally, it ends up stupid anyway, but...that is beside the point.   
Lately, my days consist of working, a little bit more working, and...sitting.  I do a whole bunch of sitting. Isn't that so cool? Okay, it's not.  It's really lame. All of this working and dealing with money and just wanting to only take care of "business"y type matters, has really made me think about how much has changed in the past couple of years.  
If you ask my family about what I was like as a child, they would probably told you that I used large words and skipped the part of taking where I was hard to understand. I started using full sentences right away.  I've been wanting to just be a grown up since I was 10 years old.  When I played house, I wanted to be the mom, not because I liked to be in charge, but because I liked to be the adult.  When I was a lil' one, I had these grand delusions that being an adult was super fun.  It is not.  I want to go back to being this carefree kiddo with foam rollers in my hair...

Today, I got off work before the sun went down and I felt that was cause for a celebration.  For my day off tomorrow, instead of planning fun things, I'm going to the library to work endlessly on Army Homework for my promotion.  When did I get so boring?!  Dude...I'm so boring. Did anyone else turn boring? 

There is a possibility it was caused by the cold. The other day, I felt amazing just because I could wear a skirt outside. Mind you, it was 50 degrees and still freaking cold, but pretending it wasn't so dang cold made life a little better. I even put on sandals..

I got my sandals at Walmart (the extra chic section), My skirt at the PX during AIT, and the lunchbox in the 5th grade.  Yeah, I'm cool. 

Basically, I'm doing my best to soldier on (haha didn't even do that on purpose) throughout this crappy winter and being a real sucky blogger.  I hope everyone is having wonderful Presidents day!