I Have Made the Vlog Video… Check it out!

So, I’ve been gone for, like, ever and where have been? Oh, you know, here….there…everywhere…nowhere. Is that vague enough for you? Because the truth is, I’ve been doing nothing. My camera broke, and I was unable to take pictures so I got super bummed and no longer wanted to blog. I have recently tried out a new form of blogging called vlogging, which most people have hear of. So, please, check out my oh so adventurous life in my very first vlog: I’m ‘Bout That Vlog Life.

Out To Trader Joes

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Went to Trader Joes. Everybody loves TJ’s. It’s convenient and there are a lot¬†of fresh foods that you can get when you don’t feel like waiting for the Farmer’s Market to open. So, when we went¬†a month ago to grab some things I needed for a recipe for almond-pesto¬†wheat pasta (my sister has a nut-allergy) I decided I would take pictures while we were there. But, notice, all of the pictures we took are outside of Trader Joes. Here’s what happened:

Before we left that afternoon I’d asked my older sister, Ari, to take pictures of me while we were out. She agreed to do it but as soon as we got there she dispersed, having forgotten about what I asked her to do. I didn’t think much of it until we were talking about leaving (which we wouldn’t do for another 10-20 minutes) and I asked her one more time if she would take the pictures for me. She said, “Uhm, okay… where do you want it?” She sounded nervous and was looking around, shifty-eyed as I grabbed my camera out of my bag. “Over there, by the bread.” I said handing her my camera. “Are you okay?” I asked and she responded with a quick, “Yeah, I’m fine. We should… wait until there aren’t as many people over there.” She said. And I agreed and we quickly went on our merry way, that is until we were about to leave for real this time, and my mom and other sisters were at the cash register about to pay for the food.

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“You ready?” I asked her. “Yeah. Okay.” She said and we walked over to the bread, now feeling slightly rushed as the cashier quickly rung up our things. “There are just so many people over there.” She muttered and I looked up at her with a grin, “Are you nervous?” I asked.

“Yeah! I’m nervous! There are so many people– Like, employees and stuff– and I don’t want them to catch us.” It felt like a heist and we were about to steal something but there were cops everywhere. Like trying to jack a car on Mafia II and there are police looking everywhere for you. And all we were trying to do was take a picture.

“Okay, maybe if we take it quick. They won’t notice us.” I said.

“Okay, okay, okay, okay, kay, kay, kay.” She said, still looking a little hesitant. “No. I can’t do it. There are too many employees. What if somebody catches us.”

“Okay. I understand. We won’t do it.”

“Noooo. Okay. We can do it. I said I would do it for you, so I’m gonna do it.”

“You don’t have to…”

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“No. Come on, let’s do it.” We walk toward the bread and we stand over there and she is looking around very apprehensive and suspicious. I tell her once more that we do not have to do this because I fear they are going to think we are trying to steal something and she answers, “No. I just– I’m nervous.” I tell her that I understand and suggest she stands between the aisles in front of the bread so that nobody can see her. She¬†couldn’t do that either. When we finally get outside because my mom was becoming impatient– for good reason, too. It took us eight years.– Ari suggested we take pictures in front of the store, which she was totally down for, yet I was really nervous about. But I still agreed to do because we were going home and I had no idea what else we’d take a picture of. Oh the joys of being a beginner lifestyle blogger.

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Tell me, were our struggles worth it? Lie to me– unless it’s what I want to hear, then tell me the truth. Until later. Sage Out.

9 Inspiring and Motivational Photos That ‘Should’ Help You Get Through The Day


Click them for the full picture! I got these from either tumblr or google. If they belong to you email me and I’ll give you ownership!

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How I Successfully Ruined My Night + How You Can Too!

My next post on my “journey to self-discovery”¬†was going to be me going on an on about how much I love animes and how I was so excited to try new types of animes and talk about them¬†here on my blog. But I have completely ruined all hope of that ever happening in all of yours and my life because of one anime.

It all happened yesterday evening– I got on the computer with every intention of beginning my research on different genres and types of animes so that I could start my post and talk to you guys about my¬†experience.¬†¬†I started my search in yaoi. Why yaoi, you might ask? Because it sounded like a good idea at the time and because I have read similar stories on Wattpad before and I thought it would be fun to see it in action.¬†¬†For those of you who do not know what yaoi is, the easiest way to¬†explain¬†it is¬†yaoi is boy on boy love, or just Boy’s Love (BL for short). It is when¬†one very attractive, rather¬†domineering¬†man chases¬†another¬†very attractive,¬†passive and slightly girlish looking man’s butt¬†in hopes of becoming¬†intimate. The¬†pursuer is called the seme and the¬†person being pursued¬†is called the uke. Now, there are¬†many types of yaoi. There are ones with literary themes and magical themes both of which¬†are usually non-explicit¬†(according to the Geekiary), and there are ones that are strictly for mature audiences.¬†I had planned to try out one of each and I was looking at videos of them on YouTube for a better part of my “research” last night¬†but that is not where the horror begins. It begins with a kid named ronaldmcdonaldslilbro.

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When You’re Not Sure If You Locked The Doors At Home

 

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When You Think You Know A Language

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When You’re On Your Period

Doesn’t even really matter if you’re having cramps or not.