Stress and Prettiness (it kinda rhymes)

Hey guys!
   So today I'm gonna talk about how stressed I am and how much I hate the world and the fact that whether or not I go to college is based on some numbers. Fun times. I'm so stressed out right now, I could cry. And eat ice cream. I think I'm gonna skip the crying and go straight to the ice cream today. Alrighty? Alrighty.

    Oh! And its being all sunshiny today. I appreciate that. Ya know, it is easier to feel pretty in warm weather versus cold weather. 'Cause in cold weather, you gotta bundle up and every morning it's the same decision: be comfortable or be fashionable? And guys can look attractive in sweats and sweatshirts, even some girls can. CAILIN CANNOT DO THIS. Cailin cannot, as they say in Colorado "scrub it" and look fabulous at the same time. In the spring and summertime, you already feel fantastic, so you can always pick being fashionable cause it's not cold out. It's hard living in Colorado, cause I know that as soon as I buy shorts, it will start snowing again.I live in a cruel world.
SO yeah, I sound bipolar...fun times.
Over and out.
Love,
C

Video of the Day:

 You're welcome.

Shoutout of the Day: To all people who don't respond to text messages. When it's been three days since I sent you a text, I imagine scenarios in which something horrible is happening to you and that is why you can't respond. Like being mauled by a grizzly. Yep. I wouldn't text someone back if I was being mauled by a grizzly. 

   

Husband Wanted

Author's note: This was written satirically to model 'Wife Wanted' a piece read in my English class. This is for humorous intent, I don't have ANY of these expectations, so don't freak out. Thank you.

     I am unmarried. I have been unmarried for seventeen years. And I now feel an urge to tie myself down to a male. More specifically, I want a husband.

    Now for a male to be considered eligible to court me, he  must fufill some requirements. He must be of the same religion I am, taller than me; he must be attractive, but not too attractive lest I feel he is too good for me. He must be able to converse with me in matters I find interesting. He must always smell good. He must be talented musically. He must find Southern accents irresistible. And he will understand that he shouldn't socially interact with other females besides me, while not getting upset when I am accidentally charming to other men. 
    If he fits all these requirements and a mutual attraction develops, he must ask my father, stepfather, uncle, and any other male that plays some sort of role in my life, if he may court me. He musn't show any nervousness and be excruciatingly respectful.
    If all goes well, I imagine we'll date for a couple of years, years full of romantic dinners and multiple exchanges of stuffed animals holding hearts.

 

       When the time comes, I imagine he'll have planned the most spectacular night a girl could have, and he'll propose. We'll get married in a big church with lots of guests and lots and lots of cake; of course I'll be wearing the most beautiful wedding dress money can buy. We will be very happy. For our honeymoon we'll backpack Europe, a dream of mine.

        We'll settle down eventually, and have two or three children; he'll sit by my side as I go through more pain than I thought I could bear. He'll go to work as I do laundry, cook for the kids, clean up after the kids, play with the kids, and keep the dog out of the cat's litterbox. I'll kiss every boo-boo and prepare organic food every night.

        Our kids will grow up and one by one leave the house. Feeling a lack of purpose, I'll start volunteering more and dressing up the dog. At some point and time our kids will bring home kids, and our hair will start to gray. We'll get to the point where we're doing good if we remember each other's names.

 

I mean, isn't that what it's all about?

 

Over and out.



Love,
C

 Video of the Day:

    

(This IS what it's all about.)



  

 Shoutout of the Day: Goes to my really awesome mom. She's a sweetheart and I don't know what I'd do without her.
 

When I am a Rebel

I spent my childhood in a conservative neighborhood. I'm a pastor's kid. I don't get into much trouble.

But one of these days, I'll show them.

That I am a rebel. (cue dramatic music).

What will I do, when I am a rebel?

I'm glad you asked. 

First thing on my list is to get this haircut:

   I've always wanted a pixxie-ish haircut but was always too scared to try it. When I am a rebel, I will get this haircut. I don't care if boys like girls with long hair. Screw boys.

 

Secondly, I will get a tattoo.

   I've always wanted one, despite having a very low pain tolerance. My uncle's a tattoo artist, and a good one at that, maybe I'll get a discount.

 

Thirdly, I will get a cat.

   Cats are practically the symbols of rebelling and are cute to boot! My cat and I will get along swimmingly and live happily ever after.

 

 

I've run out of rebellious ideas.What would you do?

 

Over and out.

Love,
Cailin

 

Video of the Day:



   It has nothing to do with my topic, but I like the song. So yeah.

Shoutout of the Day: Goes to my sophomore girls and guys in Singin' in the Rain! Y'all did a great job, I give ya props.