I try not to preach and push my beliefs on people, I'm a pretty tolerant person. But fuck, would it kill you to spend an extra 2$ and buy organic free run chicken eggs? I don't think so. The human race is so fucking selfish. Not even with animal rights. But with what we do to our planet, and to each other. We think we rule the goddamn world and do whatever we want as long as it pleases us. Heaven forbid we stop to think about what our actions are doing. I mean honestly, is it not sick that we chain something up, not letting it move it's entire life, not letting it fucking see sunlight, just so it's more tender when its on our plate? That makes me sick to my fucking stomach. 

Blah..

I don't usually get three days off a week, but due to the painfully slow days we've been having at work, I had to cut back hours, including my own. So I had today off as well. I took full advantage by sleeping till noon. Granted I was up until 3:30. I picked up the car from my mom and myself and Tyler went grocery shopping. When you first live on your own, you can't fathom how much a grocery bill can cost. We usually spend 230$ every, two weeks. That's a lot of 'effing money! Fuck the global economy and 6$ Pineapples. 

You Never Notice...

I'd say it's about time to get out of the comfy groove I've made for myself and accomplish more. Instead of just simply coasting by, which I so willingly have done as of late, I want to actually do something. Maybe even exceed expectations. It's time to take more pictures, see more people, make more friends, show more love to people. I guess you could call it a resolution if you believe in that stuff, I don't. 

Also, my weekly resolution, is to stand up straighter. Man, I'm such a hunchback.

Backend Of Forever

I don't know where to begin. I've had this window open on my screen for a solid twenty minutes and I really have no idea where to begin or what to say, but I've just had this sudden urge to write my thoughts down.

I've been spending my evenings cleaning. Organizing. Decorating. Planning. I read somewhere that if you live in a place that is disorganized, your life will be unorganized. But if you live in a nice tidy place, your life will follow suit. So that's what I'm doing I guess. I'm such a pack rat, it's sick. But I can't justify giving away a 250$ shirt just because I've never worn it. I suppose I never should have bought that shirt in the first place if I never planned to wear it. But I'm an impulse/emotional shopper. Sue me. So even though my feet swelled because of standing all day and half my shoes don't fit anymore, I still pray that one day they will. Because I love them. I really do. 

Anyway, I want to get my life back on track. We bought a treadmill and I barely even use it (oops!). So I'm going to do that more (hopefully). And I noticed something that really scared me. Someone over Christmas whom I've never met before asked me what I did. And I replied, "Oh, I'm a manager at Fruits & Passion." Granted, I AM a manager at Fruits & Passion... but that's not what I do. And the fact that that's my answer to that question now scares the fuck out of me. That's what pays my bills. But that's not what I do. I'm supposed to be a make-up artist. So that's what I need to do. I need to get back into it. I've got lost along the way of bills and rent but I need to get back to what I love doing.

I don't think I'll ever understand the hype around the New Year. Maybe next year I'll pretend I'm really psyched and wear a sparkly dress and drink champagne and wear stupid 2010 glasses and a headband that says Happy New Year. But probably not. 2008 ruled, I'm ready to do it again.