A Few of My Favorite Things 2

I tend to call anything I remotely like my favorite. I call every song that I mildly enjoy (or vehemently despise) my jam. I really mean it when I talk about these things, I promise!

There are some songs that make me have to pause five seconds in because I can’t even handle the feelings they give me. Sometimes its the song itself, other times it’s the person’s voice. With this song, it’s everything. I can’t put into words how Stevie Wonder singing Me and Mrs. Jones makes me feel. But I will tell you, I look like an idiot swaying along to it. I wish I were cool.

The way I feel about the song above applies Miles Hodges’ poetry also. I just can’t even begin to describe… The thing about spoken word is that they speakers often times speak about lofty subjects with trillions of alliterations. Sometimes I catch and understand all of it the first time ’round. Other times, I understand nothing. Often, I understand bits and pieces. Anyways, to me, his stuff never gets old. It never stops speaking to me. Honestly, all of Striver’s Row is killer.

Celebrate the Holidays with Duck Donuts!

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Since I’ve moved in with the Other Sister, I’ve missed daily stuffing my face with Duck Donuts. They now ship them! I can again enjoy Duck Donuts everyday! These are the best donuts I’ve ever had. Nothing compares. Except maybe Krispy Kreme. Shipley’s donut holes are A+. I think I just really like donuts.

Sassy Magazine. I discovered it two summers ago probably through Buzzfeed. The first copy I bought was this one with Mayim Bialik on the cover. I’ve since accumulated at least 20 issues. It’s the best teen magazine to ever exist. The writers had actual opinions (for better or for worse), they talked about issues plaguing different genders, races and socioeconomic backgrounds, and did not treat the readers like idiots. They published super critical letters to the editor that portrayed them in a negative light. Sassy Magazine is just so amazing. I wish it could come back. The closest thing is Rookie Mag and xoJane *sigh*. I totally enjoy both sites, but for different reasons haha.


Things My Sister Made Me Do: Camping



So, I obviously suck at blogging, and I don’t even have an excuse. I was gonna blog about my car, but there is still much to do before I can. Also, I am lazy.

Anyways, almost two week ago, me, the Other Sister, the Photographer, and Lil’ Ruffneck went camping. I originally wasn’t going to go, because I had to take the SAT the next day. The Other Sister decided that they weren’t going to stay overnight, so I tagged along with them. Before it got too dark, I had the Photographer snap some photos.

A little background: I’m not an outdoorsy person. My allergies used to be much worse than they are now. I also have had some not so stellar camping experiences (church camp, girl scout camp and camping with girl scouts). Camping and hiking just do not sound particularly exciting/appealing to me. I would have been happy to stay home, but I do enjoy leaving the house every one in a while.

A little more background: We went camping with some church folk. I thought you should know who the other people in the pictures are, haha.

This is me walking back to my chair after asking the Photographer if she wanted to take some pictures.  Lil’ Ruffneck is in the Superman shirt. A church folk is taking a picture of the scenery.

The Photographer got a great shot of someone from church riding a bike. This is why she takes the pictures and I don’t.

See the band aid on my sister’s face? The bike rack attacked her. She was closing down the trunk, and she didn’t step back far enough. She said hurt very badly. I still laughed.


There’s Lil’ Ruffneck in the grass, the Other Sister going to pick up a toy, and some church folk in the background.

Here’s a shot of some of the campground.

This is the fire that took my sister two hours to build.


I took this blurry picture of some very tall grass. They (Other Sister, Lil Ruffneck, and Photographer) referred to it as the snake-y woods. I had to walk through it at least four times to retrieve toys. For some strange reason, they were afraid to trek into it- something about ticks and snakes.

This is the last picture taken. I took this one of me reading Sassy Magazine. To me, camping=reading.

Someone brought song books. We sang around the campfire.  It reminded me of the Disney Sing Alongs I used to watch when I was little (and still watch to this day). In one of them, they go camping. Too bad we didn’t sing any John Denver.

After while crocodile (does anybody actually say that?)