I declare

This is a declaration. To any and all who may read my blog to hold me accountable.

I always believed, knew, I was capable of doing great things. But it wasn't till recently that I accepted that I lack the motivation to do anything about it. 

I am kind of over that.

So, back to my declaration. I declare that I will be better. That I will work harder. That I will achieve my dreams. Dreams of doing something great. Of writing and getting my thoughts and words out there. That I will make others happy. That I will allow myself to become who I am mean to be.

Now, just hold me to it. 

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Define me

If I could define myself in a word, it would probably be:

Gullible.

This picture really has nothing to do with me being gullible, actually. Just juvenile. 

Honestly. I would LIKE it to be spunky, or charming, endearing maybe, dedicated or affectionate.
But no. Truth be told, I am GULLIBLE.
And I don't mind people knowing. It seems to make it more of a challenge for us both- me to see if I can catch them, them to see if they can catch me.

Tonight as Christmas dinner, I think I fell for about 3 different jokes/lies/tales in a 30 min span.
I am just bad.

By the way, this is on my 18th birthday. We partied hard.

But, anyways. I have a reason for telling you my most-not-so-private-deepest-darkest-secret.
A couple weeks ago (like 1 1/2) google informed me that someone (while we were at church, not using my phone) tried to log onto my account but google had stopped them (Thank you google!). 
So, I had to make a new password.
WELL, my phone informed me that I needed to change my password on it as well. But you see, I have two emails coming into my phone- my personal one (The one that this blog is connected to, people know, websites I like and use, etc.) and a second 'family' account (that we use for places like Sams Club, PetsMart, etc.). Well, I was still getting emails to the family account- so I just assumed it was google recommending I change it on my phone. (Which really doesn't make sense- I mean, I had already changed my password, of course It would automatically kick me off on my phone and tell me to re-sign in. Stupid me).

So, a week or so passes, and I get sad. No one is leaving comments here on my blog. It is depressing, really. But o-well. Like goes on.
Then Christmas Eve, I am sending out emails, with a real computer. And I realize it says I have 150+ unread emails.
My thought: "Really? Just because I look at them on my phone, it doesn't register on the computer? That is stupid."
Then I looked at them. And noticed a blog comment left only 2 days before.
Then it all connected.
I really DID Need to re-sign in on my phone with my new password.
And I did.
And now the world is right again.



Until next time, when someone get's me again.

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Don't hate my because I am human. Hate my because I can't fly.

When I go through my clothes to "thin out" my closet, I always look at shirts I am not ready to part with and think, "But what if I need to paint- this could be my painting shirt!" And set it aside to be used at a make-believe point in time that will most likely, never happen.

When I drive under a tunnel or over train tracks, I am overcome with the urge to 1- lift up my feet, 2- hold my breath, and 3- frantically look for a nail (or metal) in these new cars that have hidden them so well It makes it difficult to drive, but my youthful spirit cannot deny this one joy in life.

When I go to sleep at night, I make sure the blanket is wrapped around my neck- somehow saving me from possible vampire attacks (Thanks, Buffy).

When I hear someone use the word "Condone" in a sentence, in my head, it is condemn. And this is what happens:
*Teacher* Because I am kind, I condone giving homework on the weekend.
*Me* What??

When I see a square, I always imagine how I could trace it and make an X through it without re-tracing any lines.

When I am in a laundry mat all alone, I go through all the dryers to take out all the lint.

When I drive, I always step on the break to change gears.

When I change Sariahs diaper, it is always like a secret contest her and I have. Will this diaper be the NEW WORST DIAPER? Stay turned for next time when we find out!

When I walk away from someone I just met, I continue to have a fake conversation with them in my head. Just so I can figure out who the truly are.

When I go on car trips, I zone in and out based on how interesting the conversation is- and normally imagine I am riding a horse alongside the car out of child-hood fantasy.

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