PDA

Today I am writing about Public Displays of Affection, otherwise known as gross if you're not hot.

PDA tends to be a touchy subject (I was going to write no pun intended but then I realized that intending a pun would be funny although it is horrifically lame). It seems as though everyone and their mother (and sometimes grandmother) believes it within their right to suck the face off of whoever, whenever, and where ever they want to!

In a perfect, beautiful world where there are perfect, beautiful people this would not be a problem whatsoever.
However, this is neither a perfect or beautiful world and there are few perfect and beautiful people. Obviously that leaves the antithesis of those.

No one wants to see two unattractive people performing a pre-make-a-baby act in the middle of a hall, building, street, or anywhere where anyone can see!

This could be for one of two reasons.
  
Beauty Sensitivity/Artistic Nature.
The first of which has to do with an artistic, beauty seeking sense that is over sensitive to pain and all things not exquisitely beautiful, if even in the simplest form. To see not one, but two unattractive beings is sad. To see those two unattractive beings publicly scarring an otherwise beautiful act is ten times worse.

 Instinctual Desire for Selective Breeding.
The other option is one that most people prefer not to talk about and yet, perhaps, more widely desired. Everyone, everyone, loves pretty things. Pretty clothes, pretty sounds, pretty pictures, and pretty people. And, mankind in mind, selective breeding is a theory that, if properly executed, could ensure the outcome of pretty people. Beautiful men marry beautiful women and have beautiful babies. Those beautiful babies grow up and have more beautiful babies! In the process, unattractive people wouldn't be having babies. Mainly because they might have unattractive babies. No perfectionist wants that! Prettiness! Beauty! Art! Everything must be lovely. And so, to the extremist, seeing these unattractive people on the verge of making unattractive children is so horribly frightening that it disgusts and angers them.

And so PDA is unaccepted. Unless, of course, you're beautiful. Because no one minds that. From the pervert to the hopeless romantic, no one cares if they see two hot human beings making out. And that ladies and gentlemen, is a fact.

That's it for today folks!

If I Could Hit You, I Probably Would

It's true.

Well I just spent 15 minutes writing out a self-pitying, pathetic, stupid, whiny little post. And then I realized how self-pitying, pathetic, stupid, and whiny it was so I deleted it all. Now I'm writing this and wallowing in the depths of despair.

Darling

I have put together the most darling outfits ever. And when I have the money, I'm going to buy them!

I have a great number of random clothing sites. I don't really know how I found any of them, I just did. I have two favorites though. One, Jackthreads, is a low-scale designer sale site for men. Good, quality, amazing clothes sometimes up to 60% off. It's a host site catering to amazing sales. I love it! The other is my personal favorite. Bluefly ('the ultimate hookup for the fashion obsessed'). Same type of host site, only it's all designer brands. Everything there is on sale. All of it. And I love every single article of clothing. Not to say that, because of the sale, it's necessarily affordable. Some of it is still insanely expensive (like my favorite boots in the world Balmain Black Satin and Stretch Lace-Up Boots). The only problem with Bluefly is that since it is a sale sight, some things get sold out. Some very very nice things get sold out.

All of this is fairly irrelevant except for Bluefly. I was looking through the site, lusting after clothes like I normally do, and I came upon a few articles of clothing that I found particularly lust-worthy.

Imagine me in these!
Actually imagine anyone in these.

Outfit #1

Shumaq true blue 'Sophia' ruffle dress
Miu Miu black patent ruffle bow peep toe pumps
Judith Ripka black onyx and diamond meduim j hoop earrings
Prada grey faded leather crystal kisslock small clutch

Outfit #2
Diesel ivory cotton-silk 'Ohiohi' ruffle trim skirt
Rebecca Beeson flamingo ruched jersey scoop neck top
Miu Miu dark brown leather cut-out lace-up pumps

Outfit #3
Work Custum Jeans black destroy ripped 'Moto Zip' skinny jeans
BCBGMAXAZRIA black slash detail jersey tunic
Report Signature black suede 'Thompson' cutout platform booties

Outfit #4
7 For All Mankind blue wash 'Roxanne' distressed skinny jeans
Splendid white burnout jersey ruched shoulder top
Boutique 9 dark blue 'Radd' wedge boots

And there you have it. Just a taste of my far too expensive desires in clothing.
If you want to make me the happiest girl in the world, buy me one of these outfits. Preferably 2 or 4 :)

Cheating Leavers and Leaving With Cheaters

Unfortunately there is a certain breed of people (yes, I'm saying breed) who, upon conception, had some little important gene left out of them. This gene would be the gene of decency - especially in a relationship. To cut short our nice little description, these people are Cheaters. You know, those detestable people who aren't humans and, for some god forsaken reason, decide to pursue a new relationship while they're already in one instead of just breaking the first off and being an honorable, normal human being.

Now, after a while, for some Cheaters, they decide that they would like to leave their spouse and live happily ever after with their new soulmate. So they pack up, leave their old true love and their kids, and start a new life with someone else.

What I cannot understand for the life of me is that this new 'soulmate' is completely trusting in that Mr/Ms Cheater loves them with their whole heart and they'll never do anything to hurt them and never in a million years would they cheat. That's completely out of the question.

Doesn't this Other Woman/Man realize that they're no longer the 'Other'? And Cheater so easily left their former non-Other. What's to keep them from doing the same thing again with just another face?

I just find it all completely ridiculous. I could never, first of all, cheat. And most certainly, I could never live with a cheater. And I could never ever ever be the Other Woman because if he ever left his spouse, I would never trust that he wouldn't leave/cheat on me.

Why are there still Cheaters? You'd think that we'd have Selective Breeding-ed  their asses out of existence! If, that is, it's a gene. I'd rather it be a gene. Something out of their control rather than a deliberate choice to be a horrible person.

No School and Toupees

Like I said, no school! I don't know what the other part of my title has to do with anything. Just thought I'd put it up there.

I am eating cottage cheese.
Nom Nom Nom.

I think I love Denise from The Cosby Show. Not only is she absolutely GORGEOUS, but she goes off on tangents about things she has an issue with using the same logic I do! In other words, usually very illogical, yet somehow plausible, logic. If she actually existed, I would SO be friends with her.

Tomorrow, or maybe later today, I'm going to write a frustrated post.

Let There Be Snow!

I have conceded, succumbed, and otherwise allowed myself to be utterly boring and blog about the obvious.

SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 


Yes. Snow. I love snow! It's so picturesque and cold and beautiful and these are all very normal words but I can't really think of any others because I'm thinking about the snow, not suitable adjectives.

Now while I adore all the lovely frozen rain falling from the sky, I am grievously upset because Boyfriend's car Oliver (yes he named his car and yes I adore that and yes naming cars is cool so name your car if you already haven't) handles terribly in the snow which means that I probably won't be seeing him for a while. Until the snow melts anyways.

The other reason I am so monstrously mourning is that, for some unknown reason, school has not been cancelled! How absolutely obscene! It's at the top of a hill, there's a good four inches of snow (us Washingtonians are pathetic so four inches of snow is a lot), and everything is cold and pretty. We should not be at school today. But oh and alas, we are.

On the bright side, the college closes at 3 so my terrible, awful, disgusting biology lab is either cut short or not happening! YAY!

I have nothing else to say other than.......


LET THERE BE SNOWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Providing, of course, I can have Boyfriend curled up with me in front of a fire with a movie, a book, and hot chocolate.


Oh yeah, we're over halfway done with breaking my relationship record.
Two months as of yesterday :)

The Rehab Club for Christian HomeSchoolers (The Conversation That Spurned an Epiphany)

Today I was strolling around campus with my brother and one of our friends. My brother and I were home-schooled until late highschool, at which point, we were enrolled in the local highschool. We are, to put it quaintly, the black sheep of the family and not just because of our high school experience. We're the wild child children. But I digress. Our friend was also homeschooled but, now understand this as it is extremely important, is not a homeschooler.
We all have relatively the same view of homeschoolers. Conservative ones anyways. And, needless to say, it's quite harsh. And then it happened.

Silence

 Me: You know how there's a 'The Christian Club'?
The Guys: Yeah...
Me: There should be a... like... The antithesis of 'The Christian Club'. Only not so...
My Brother: HAHAHAHA what?!
Me: No really! It'd be like a change christian homeschoolers! Corrupt them and normalize them!
My Brother: Haha it'd be like a rehab for homeschoolers.
Me: EXACTLY! That's it! That's it! It could be 'The Rehab Club for Christian HomeSchoolers'!

Now while I am entirely doubtful that the ASC would EVER EVER EVER in a million years actually give the ok to make such a club............................................... I'm super tempted to try anyways.