cranky luna

Cranky

Normally, I am not a cranky person. I have a really slow temper. I like to make excuses for other people's bad behavior and let it roll of my back. Normally, I can handle just about anything and anybody. Especially at work. I can handle the rude and the mean. I can even handle someone who threatens to come and beat me up over a pair of shoes.

But, today was not a normal day for me. One of the girls in our building did not show up for work today, so this had me doing double the work. This was a normal thing. People were a little snippy. This was a normal thing. There was no where to fit people in our schedule. This was a normal thing. The unnormal thing was me. I was cranky and irritable.

Don't Mess With Me Today!!

I was instantly cranky with any and every person. I don't think I smiled all day. Oh I did the fake, professional, I don't really mean it smiles. But as soon as the person turned away the smile was gone. I was short with people, didn't go out of my way to be helpful, and wished that everyone would just go away.

As the day went on it only got worse. I  got worse. I couldn't believe I was responding this way, I didn't know what was wrong. I don't like being cranky. Irrationally cranky. I don't like my emotions to control me. I like to be in control of how I respond to things and I was out of control (I may have some control issues).

By the time I got home I had a massive headache, I was mad at the world, and mad at myself for not being able to not be mad.

That's when it hit me like a brick wall. This was my "withdrawal symptoms". I had been so busy all day I didn't even notice. I didn't get my fix. I WENT A WHOLE DAY WITHOUT MY HAPPYCAPPI! I went a whole day without any caffeine!

I nearly passed out from the realization. How could I have not noticed? It's my HappyCappi! The source of my happiness! It even has the word HAPPY in the name! (I think I may have to reevaluate my caffeine addiction)

I thought about going and finding some caffeine to put into my system and get my fix to make me feel better, but I was too cranky to even bother. I just went to bed. Yes, that's right. I went to bed at 8:00 PM that's 6 hours earlier than normal. In my defense I have also been a little sleep deprived on top of being caffeine deprived (a 2-6 AM sleep schedule is not always effective). I hit my pillow and was out like a light. I slept for ten hours and it was wonderful!

A Crazy Kinda Happy

I have to admit the first thing I thought about when I woke up was coffee. I have it now and I am happy. That's all that really matters right?

Next on my lowercase life...how to get your priorities straight: Coffee is not the source of all your happiness.

Fiction Wednesday-Chapter 3-The Door

Happy Wednesday Everyone! Welcome to Fiction Wednesday!

If you haven't been following along with Fiction Wednesday this is the third installment of the story called Last September.

I would suggest you read Part One and Part Two by clinking on the links before you continue!


This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The Door

"Please, I need to talk to you about last September!" I sobbed at the empty door. I turned and pressed my back against it and looked out at the red truck parked in the drive. Someone has to be here somewhere. That truck wasn't here before. "Please", I whispered one last time as my knees gave out and I slid down the door and landed on the wet porch.

I just sat there. I didn't have anything left in me. I didn't even have tears left to cry. I've been looking for Amy without the police for the last two months and I am no closer to finding her. There had to be something. Someone had to know what happened to Amy. She didn't just run away or disappear. Maybe I missed something. Maybe I should start over.

Sitting against this door reminded me of another door. A door I knock on not so long ago. The first door of many to come.

Two months ago I decided that I was going to start my search for Amy by retracing my steps. That meant starting at the house with the lady in the pink housecoat.

It took me awhile to find that house. I was a little disoriented the last time I had been there and I was also a little hysterical, after talking to the police for four hours, by the time I had left. I don't know how many country roads I drove down around those woods, but I finally found it. It was farther out that I would have expected. I knew it was the right house the moment I laid eyes on it.

Before I started I couldn't remember a thing about the house, not the size, the color, nothing, but driving up to it must have triggered some repressed memory from that night. Everything seemed to move in slow motion.  The surroundings seem to blur around the edges and the dull white of the two story farm house stood out against the bright red of the front door. This was the house. This was the door.

I pulled into the drive way and walked up to the front door. I stopped and took a deep breath before I knocked on the door.

The woman opened the door. I saw her standing there in her pink house coat and curlers, identical to that night. My eyes welled up with tears. I tried to hold them back as I stood silently starting at her. It took a moment for recognition to register in her eyes. "Oh, Sweetie, why don't you come on in and have a seat. I'll put on a pot of tea." All I could do was nod and follow her as the tears started to run down my cheeks.

She escorted me into her kitchen and pulled out one of the chairs from her kitchen table. I sat as she put the tea kettle on the stove. She turned back to me with a sad smile on her face and held out her hand to me, "Sweetie, I don't believe we have been properly introduced. My name is Wendi Prescott."

meeting madness

Most people hate meetings. They find them long, boring, and unnecessary. Who really wants to sit and listen to people go on and on about something nobody really cares about in the first place?

Numbers and stats, policies and procedures. Boring! You could be somewhere else. You could be at home already or actually doing work. You whine and complain and try to come with as many excuses as you can to get out of the meeting. "My two year old has a football, homework, parent-teacher conference that happens just once a year all the way across town at that exact time! I'm so sorry, I really wanted to be at that meeting!" 

Sometimes you will even try to convince the meeting leader that you already know all the information and you don't even need the meeting. That can backfire. They could say, "Oh! That's great! You can help answer questions and add your input. I will make sure to call on you for participation!" That is the exact opposite result of what you were trying to accomplish, in fact it is now worse.  

Finally, after all of your last ditch efforts for meeting avoidance have been employed, you suck it up and go to the meeting. 

It is everything you dreamed it would be and more. You have a hard time concentrating on what the speaker is saying because you notice that she has a stain on her left sleeve and you are wondering what she had for lunch.

You start to doze off as they talk about department numbers because the numbers remind you of counting sheep. If your name, by chance, gets mentioned it jerks you back to reality and you pray to God they don't ask you anything in regards to what they have been talking about. And when the meeting finally adjourns, you jet out of there like the place is on fire. You realize, you were right, it was a complete waste of time. 

People, I am here to tell you that...I am NOT one of these people. I am one of "those people". You know the ones I'm talking about. The ones who love meetings. The weird and crazy people who get excited at the idea of an informative gathering.

Who like to hear what's going on and be in the know about the company. The ones who ask all the questions and make the meeting drag. The ones who are awake and alert with a smile on their face. Yes, I am one of "those people". I know it makes me weird and not a lot of people understand me.  Hate me if you must, but I can't help it!  I love meetings!

They are informative (I like to be a know-it-all), they are like mini vacations from normal work (breaks up the monotony), you get to see everyone (cubical like life can be very lonely), they can help you do your job more efficiently (this will make it all around easier for you and get you in less trouble), and sometimes they involve treats (come on who doesn't like treats?). Call me weird if you must, but I do not apologize. I like to embrace my weirdness! 

So, wherever you fall on the scale of the meeting madness, love it or hate it, take it or leave it, just remember it's okay to not follow the norm. Differences are what make us special. You don't have to fall to peer pressure You don't have to do or think things just because "everybody else is doing it". Be your weird, unique self, and don't be ashamed of it! Even if you get dirty looks saying "shut up and stop asking questions!"

stress + nerves + anxiety = streverty

Stress is a strange thing. 

It does strange things to my body.

 I don't sleep, I don't eat, I get headaches, I'm distracted, my right eye starts to twitch, and my hands shake.

Being nervous and anxious is also a strange thing. I get nauseous and shaky. I start biting my nails and there is a continuous deep dark pit in my stomach. Recently I have also added a nervous bladder to my growing list of symptoms. Who really has to pee every 5 minutes? This girl. That's right. Starting about 2 hours before she has to take her test. That's a lot of pee. And also really annoying.

A combination of stress, nerves, and anxiety is not a mix I would recommend to anyone. This time around my streverty (stre-ve-ty a combination of stress, nerves, and anxiety if you don't know my made up lingo) was in part due to my lack of anticrastination (opposite of procrastination. See this link for reference). Basically I need to stop messing around and get my work done on time or I'm going to go insane!

So here are my self-prescribed recommendations and inspirations for this fall semester to avoid streverty. 

1. Some lovely motivation and inspirational Pins from Pinterest:

2. This quote from the text book I was reading for school:

"Your time is valuable and you'll need to plan ahead to avoid rushed frenzy right before your due date"

If I learned anything from this class, this is going to be it! 

3. Following the 11 Practical Ways to Stop Procrastination. Procrastination is a lifelong struggle for me. Hopefully by using some of these practical tips it will help!

4. Start doing Yoga again. I like Yoga. It relaxes me. It reduces my stress levels.

5. Remember that I LIKE TO LEARN!! This one is a big one for me. Tests, exams, and projects take all the fun out of learning for me. I am going to try and not focus so much on the tests, but more on the learning. I really do like it! 

6. There was also this lovely blog called On A Simple Thought. I read the post called Steps in Achieving Your Dreams right after I finished my test that really inspired me to keep at it. It reminded me to focus, plan, commit, be motivated, and have a good support system. It was exactly what I needed to hear after a crappy day and me wanting to throw the towel in. 

7. Remember: Don't give up on your dreams just because they seem hard! It will be worth it, I promise! 

HappyCappi

Welcome to Friday! I love Friday's that start with a piece of White Chocolate Raspberry Coffee Cake and a cup of Colectivo Coffee (Colecivo is the new Altera. My coffee shop is just behind the times with their cups). Coffee just makes my day a little brighter (I am a crazy coffee addict, so I would go through major withdrawal symptoms if I didn't get my coffee and you do not want to be around me during withdrawal symptoms) Mona and I call coffee our HappyCappi because it makes us instantly happy.

Anyways, while I was waiting for my HappyCappi today, I was chatting it up with the Batista and apparently she is going to school to be a Forensic Investigator (And yes I envisaged her on CSI right away).

I just think this is brilliant!  I  thought about becoming a Forensic Scientist for a minute, but sadly I did not end up following that path. So you could say that I had a moment of jealousy.

Instead of Forensics I am studying Business Management. I find it to have way too much math, but the end goal is going to be worth it! Mona and I want to open up our own coffee shop!

At one point we did talk about becoming Private investigators and combining the Coffee Shop and PI business together. PI Coffee has a nice ring to it...don't you think? Or Crime-Scene Coffee?

Mona and I have a problem with wanting to do everything, from opening a Coffee shop to being Rock Stars, from becoming PIs to being gypsters (I went to type gypsies, but it corrected to gypsters. I like the idea of gypsters more, so that is now what I want to be instead), but right now we are focusing on just the coffee shop. We still have a few years to work it out, so who knows what we will end up being when we grow up...maybe we will be PI, Baton twirling, gypsters who run a zoo that serves coffee!  Anything is possible right?

  

Have I told you lately that I love you?

Have you ever seen a sky that is both dark and dreary and bright at the same time? The haze of an oncoming storm as the dawn is breaking over the horizon. That's how this morning's sky look. It left me with a weird contradictory feeling in the pit of my stomach.

It could also be that I was up until 2 o'clock last night and then up driving "as the dawn is breaking over the horizon"! This just screams "CRAZY" to me.

You may ask me "Luna, why were you up until 2 o'clock if you knew you had to be up early in the morning?" and I answer in one simple yet vastly complex word, "Netflix".

The Netflix life is a dangerous, dark, and addictive path. Beware before you start! Don't say I didn't warn you! Especially when you are watching season 5 of Grey's Anatomy!

Most shows tend to die out when you are on the 3rd maybe 4th season. They are just reaching and stretching with absurd plot lines to try to keep people interested and failing most times, but with Grey's I think it is just getting better! (side note: the greatest longest running show of all times is Doctor Who...can we say 50th anniversary and still the best show ever!) I would say that season 5 of Grey's has been my favorite season! I think they made me cry in EVERY SINGLE STUPID EPISODE!

They also leave you with such cliff hangers it drives you crazy. I don't know how people did it watching week to week instead of one right after another. The cliffs are getting so large that if we have to stop, Mona and I, we have to stop in the middle of an episode or we can't handle it! We did not succeed with this tactic last night, but in our defense it was the END of the 5th season!

I bawled my eyes out! The last few episodes challenged the idea that any moment could be our last. You never know when you or someone you love could lose their memory, find cancer, or die. Cherish every moment with them. Give them a hug. Tell them you love them while you still have the chance. Any moment could be your last moment together. Tell them that you love them.

I love you guys!

Fiction Wednesday-Fantasia

I know that the last two Fiction Wednesdays have both been for the same story, but sadly this week I didn't have time to write for the continuing story. I didn't want to half write, it would do no one any good. So instead you can go back and read part one here and part two here (if you haven't already) and then wait in anticipation and suspense for next week! I also didn't want to leave you with out a little fiction for Fiction Wednesday (I mean come on...what kind of blogger would I be if I didn't give you fiction on Fiction Wednesday?), so I wrote a little fiction story just for you! (you should feel very special) This story came to me in my dreams, all Twilight style like (yes, I have read Twilight and know some of the writer's back story. No judging!). Enjoy and have a great Wednesday!

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 There once was a little girl named Fantasia. She did all her work on time and never had to rush frantically to meet her deadlines and due dates. She was happy, unstressed, and got plenty of sleep. She wasn't living on coffee and aspirin to keep her awake and the headaches at bay.  There was always a pleasant genuine smile on her face. The word procrastination was not even in her vocabulary. Her only real fault was that she made all the other little girls cry just thinking about her and wishing they were even the tiniest bit like her.

sorry for my neglect

I know, I know!

There is no need to yell!

I haven't posted much lately...

I KNOW!

But in all fairness do you remember my last post called procrastination is my middle name? Well that work that I was suppose to be doing is now due! Over the next week you might not hear a lot from me and if you do it will be short and sweet (or short and crazy-I can get a bit frazzled during this time)

procrastination is my middle name

Procrastination. Sometimes I wish I wasn't so incredibly talented in this area of my life. I just can't help that I'm such a success.

To be a true expert of procrastination, you not only have to be able to wait until the last minute to start your work, but to also be able to finish it on time and finish it well. This takes a lot of dedication, concentration, and late nights...and a slight mental crash after it is finished.

Well this may be the method I use with everything, I do wish afterwards (during the mental break down) that I had done things differently. Even during the process I get the feeling of stress, adrenaline, and overload. I have to decline invitations to do fun things and see people (the fact that I can't makes it seem all the more appealing). And I get no sleep, which is never good. I need to learn to...what's the opposite of procrastination? anit-crastination? pro-active? pro-do-your-work-on-time-and-stop-messing-around? Whatever you call it, I need to get better at it. I need to stop procrastinating!

Alas, I have had this revelation many times before, and I have yet to change. I may even be getting worse. The more I think about it, the less I want to do what needs to get done.

Such is the life of Luna Procrastination Lablue.

Fiction Wednesday-Chapter 2-The Note

So, I'm not sure if anyone noticed, but I have been missing for the last two days. I was out with headaches. I know that makes me sound like a weak woman who would faint at the thought of...anything. NOT TRUE. These were migraine size headaches, and if you have ever had a migraine you know what I mean. They could take out Paul Bunyan (if you are not familiar with North American folk lore Paul Bunyan is big and strong). Today the headaches have eased. I can gladly say we are down to a dull ache instead of the stabbing, throbbing pain that has been this week. So that means back to work.

Today is Fiction Wednesday (and for those of you who wonder why It's not Fiction Friday... Fiction Friday is so cliche. I want to to be spontaneous and unpredictable, what's more unpredictable than Fiction Wednesday! Plus, I didn't want to wait two whole days to post my story). If you missed last week's story check it out...Last September. And now for this week's story The Note...

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

The Note

Tom sat in his '74 beat up red Chevy pick up truck. Rain clouds were hiding the sun from view, so Tom had to turn on his interior lights to read the note he held in his hands. He couldn't believe it. How had they found out. He could have sworn there was no way anyone could find out what he'd done. Why were the police here asking questions. The note had been posted on his door when he got home from work today.

"I would like to ask you a few questions. Please call me as soon as possible."  was all that he could make out. The rest of the note was ineligible due the leak in the overhang above his door. He'd been meaning to fix the leak for months, but hadn't gotten around to it yet. He'd had other things on his mind. 

Now, he'd have to make a run for it. There was no way he was going back to jail. He'd spent eight months there for robbing a gas station in Shelby County four years ago. Jail wasn't a place he wanted to stay again and this time they'd lock him up for good. 

He heard a car pulling up the hilly driveway behind him. He quickly switched off the overhead light and ducked down in the truck. A black car pulled right up to his front door. A woman in a navy blue trench-coat got out of the car. She looked up to the sky as the first drops started to fall. She popped her collar and continued up the front porch. She didn't knock on the door, but rather ran her hands over the spot where the note had been pinned up. She turned her head and scanned the night. Looking right at the spot where Tom was hiding. Tom ducked lower in his truck, hoping that she hadn't seen him. She had to be the person who wanted to ask him "a few questions". Tom stayed ducked down until he heard her pounding on the front door. He slowly peeked his head to see out the window.  

"I know you're in there," she yelled, "I know you saw my note! I just need to talk to you please!" The rain was starting to drowned her voice out as she continued to pound on the door and yell out for him. He caught her last words. The words that would ring out in his head forever.

"I need to talk to you about last September!" 

luna's laughter

Welcome to Friday! We survived our first full week together (for those of you who decided to stay and not run in fear or fall asleep in boredom). As a reward I'm going to share with you things I found funny this week. You may laugh along with me or you may think I'm completely insane, either way you be looking at my funny bone. 

This is my favorite blog of all times. Check it out.

A Pinterest board dedicated to "My Imaginary Well-Dressed Toddler Daughter" 

Man Who Created Own Credit Card Sues Bank For Not Sicking To Terms

If I'm Being Kidnapped, Why Does It Smell So Good?

How Whovians really feel about the royal baby

The dangerous Cat Shark. I couldn't stop watching

Karissa LaRen

As I mentioned in my SHARK WEEK post, I have a sister, Mona, who is also my roommate. Mona is a singer-songwriter with a decent voice and okay skills at the guitar. I help her out quiet a lot, I'm really the glue that holds her together. I'm the person who tells her when she sucks and needs to do something differently, because everyone else is too nice to tell her the truth (Disclaimer: I only talk about her this way because if she reads this blog and I'm gushing about how awesome and wonderful and talented she really is, she will get a big head and she won't let me live it down...I have my reputation to hold up).

Anyways, Mona was playing at Mocha (a local coffee shop) last night. They have an open mic there every first and third Wednesday of the month. Mona and I go almost every time and are friends with, or have at least seen, all of the people who play there. But last night there was this new girl, Karissa LaRen. She was walking around joking with people, bantering back and forth with Mona, and what not. Little did we know that she was going to get up and sing. And when she did, she blew the socks right off. She has the voice, look, and stage presence of a star, and afterwards she was all anyone could talk about, she was literally the talk of the town. 

I even received a strange call from a couple of my friends who weren't there. They called to ask me if I thought she sounded like "an old mother soothing her child to sleep". I can't say that those were the first words that came to mind when I heard her rapping out B.O.B lyrics, or even after listening to a few more of her songs. I can't say those would ever be the words I would come up with to describe her, but to each their own. 

If you wish to judge the motherliness of her voice yourself, I posted the link to one of her music videos below (this one might sound a little more motherly than B.O.B, but I highly suggest you check out the rest of her music). Let me know if you would describe her as "an old mother soothing her child to sleep" or something similar or something completely different. 

Fiction Wednesday-Chapter 1-Last September

Happy Middle of the Week Day!

Fake life is much more interesting than real life, sometimes, so I'm going to be starting Fiction Wednesday for kicks. I hope you enjoy it!

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Last September 

The wind blew heavy through the open balcony window of the faded ivory mansion. Tiny splashes of the coming rain created moisture on my pale face as I stood in the darkened attic.  Thoughts of defenestration crossed my mind as I look down at the seemingly endless drop to darkness. Lightning streaked across the night sky forcing my gaze upwards as the thunder struck instantaneously. Forcing me to remember.

"Amy! Stop!" I could hardly hear myself scream over the anger of the torrent rain as I tried to chase after Amy. It was my fault she had run out of the house in the first place; my fault she was out in this storm.

Over the last few months she had slowly been driving me insane with her obsessive compulsive behavior. When I had walked in the house a few moments before, upon seeing her standing there in the living room scrubbing at a stain in her worn out khaki shorts until the threads lay bare, I lost it. She heard me come in and turned to greet me with a smile and I started laying into her. Telling her how she was crazy and I couldn't stand to even be in the same room as her. The way her smile faded and her eyes bugged out and filled with tears didn't effect me; didn't make me feel sorry for her and pity her; didn't make me regret what I'd said. After i finished my tyrant and stood staring at her with my fists clenched at my sides, Amy slowly set something down on the coffee table in front of her and ran past me out of the house and into the night's storm.  I hadn't even noticed she had something in her hands as i was attacking her. I looked back at the table to see what it was. It was a tupperware container full of homemade macadamia nut cookies.  My favorite. Amy hates macadamia nut cookies.

As I ran after Amy in the chilling downpour, I lost sight of her. I swear, through the night, I caught the voice of a man yelling out "what are you doing here?" followed by the sound of Amy's scream. But there was a flash of lightning and a crack of thunder and suddenly everything was drowned in complete blackness.

I came to sometime later in the middle of the woods covered with dead leaves and mud caked on my entire body. I dizzily scrambled to a standing position leaning on a nearby tree for support and called out for Amy until my voice gave out.

Hours later I stumbled out of the woods and knocked on the door of the first house that came in sight. A middle aged woman in a pink house coat, curlers, and a small child attached to her leg answered the door. I began sobbing out incoherently for her to get the police. The woman, who's name I later learned was Wendi Prescott, reached out to me and I collapsed into her arms.

Amy was never to be found. I never saw her again.

The police didn't believe my story about the man in the woods. They thought my memory was distorted from the loss of consciousness. During their investigation a few of Amy's belongings were found to be missing from our house. Her purse, hair brush, and a few items of clothing. They believe she just ran away. Even though Amy had driven me crazy, she was like my sister, I knew her better than that. She wouldn't just leave and never come back. She would want to make up and talk about what happened between us. Something was wrong. Something happened to Amy that night to make her unable to come back.  I wasn't crazy.

My unmeasurable remorse is gut wrenching, but death is not the answer for me. I deserve to live with what I've done, how I drove Amy out into the woods that night. As I close the attic window I dismiss my dark suicidal thoughts and I  silently vow to myself  not rest until I find out what happened to Amy. To find out what really happened in the woods that dark stormy night last September.

SHARK WEEK!

People, do you know what this week is?!? If you can't tell from the title and picture of this post....it's SHARK WEEK!!

If you have never heard of SHARK WEEK you have obviously been living under a rock since July 17, 1987 (Wow! I had to look that date up on Wikipedia. SHARK WEEK is old). I believe the title is self explanatory, but being Captain of the Obvious, I will explain. SHARK WEEK is an entire week, created by Discovery Channel (that part may have been a little less obvious), dedicated to the awesomeness that is all things sharks! Anyone who's anyone knows, loves, and constantly anticipates SHARK WEEK. It was created to raise awareness and respect for the majestic species, and I will have to say Discovery Channel has accomplished and exceeded it's goal. Well done, Discovery Channel, well done.

There is only one problem with it being SHARK WEEK this week. A few weeks ago, due to financial distress, I had to cut my cable to basic TV.

Discovery Channel is not included in my AT&T U-verse basic television package.

My roommate/sister, Mona, was very distraught when she found this information out. A few choice words and lots of anger were thrown in my direction, but sadly no money, so there was nothing I could do.

After Mona and I spent some time crying, we dried our eyes, stopped the hateful words directed all at luna, and rallied together to find a solution to our massive problem. After a little brainstorming we found the answer that would solve all of our problems.

We are now setting up camp in my parents living room.

My parents are taking the unexpected invasion of their children in stride. My mother is cooking and doting on us and my father is making comments under his breath about how he thought he was rid of us when we moved out (my parents have been responding very differently to the "empty nest").

Mona and I shall see if we can last the whole week without being kicked out of the house. Mona uses this annoying uncontrollable laugh every time she sees the commercial that says "It's a bad week to be a seal", so our chances of succeeding are very slim. But with what I've learned this week so far (and it's only Tuesday mind you), it's a shark-eat-shark world out there (literally) and we have to do what we have to do to survive.

HAPPY SHARK WEEK!

pretty little morning?

So I've been watching this show on Netflix, you might have heard of it, it's called Pretty Little Liars, and I have a bone to pick with the believably of this show. I will tell you right now I am a sci-fi/fantasy geek. I will watch shows about thousand year old aliens,  space travel, time travel, people coming back from the dead, people who can't die, and one amazing show called Doctor Who that has all things good and wonderful wrapped up in one, and I will believe every single thing wholeheartedly. But I bring in to question the realistic reality about a show that screams out LIARS.

All I am saying is, there is no way in hell that the girls pictured above can look like that, have full conversations, get offered breakfast from their parents [side note: one sure way to know someone is upset at someone else is to say you will take said breakfast with you or stop on your way and storm out of the house], stop for coffee, pick up friends, travel through rush hour, and make it to school on time in the morning without breaking a sweat or passing out from exhaustion. Have I also mentioned they are out all night with each other sneaking around and find time to do homework and extra curricular school activities.  Unless they are vampires and don't sleep at all, it's not possible. Maybe that's what they're really lying about? They're vampires! Now that would make a good twist...hmm...stop! Don't tell me! I'm only on season 2, so no spoilers please! Give me about two days and I should be caught up to season 5 (don't act like you haven't watched a whole season on Netflix in one day).

My morning routine is drastically different than what the pretty little liars dream team portrays. I mean I set my alarm for just enough time to shower with my eyes closed, throw on some clothes, half dry my hair, grab my make-up bag, and run out the door. This morning I even walked to my car barefoot because  the socks  I bought, so I wouldn't have to do laundry, were still in my trunk.

Either they have to be vampires or I am failing at life.

how to make your first blog post

So you want to start a blog? The hardest part is starting. Do you know how intimidating "The First Post" is? You only get one first post; it’s got to be good.


First off, you have to introduce yourself (ex. Hi, I’m luna lablue, a 24-almost-25-year-old from Southern Wisconsin. I like books, the color green, and Doctor Who)


Second, you are suppose to mention why you are blogging (ex 1. I love to write and am inspired and want to give my inspiration to you all, make you laugh, cry, and be more inspired. ex. 2. I’m bored and felt like it.)


Third, what am I going to be blogging about (ex. um…[how do I make this not sound self-centered?]…me?)


Last, but the most important of all, you've got to keep it interesting to keep people reading (ex. As I traveled the empty lot at the break of dawn, the sun slowly starting to beat down on my head, a crow’s call ringing though the foggy air, I dreaded the treachery I knew lay on the path before me. Trying to shake off the feeling of doom that settled in the pit of my stomach, trying to ignore the desire to flee my awaited fate, I continued to put one foot in front of the other. After what seemed like an eternity I reached the end of the lot. I slowly crept into the deserted building. Searching the empty building I finally found what I was looking for, my hands shook with the gravity and anticipation of what I was about to do. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I pushed the buttons and clocked in for my desk job.)


Trying to fit all of those things into a first blog post is a lot of work and pressure. Make sure you do it right! Good Luck!


-Love,

luna lablue