Monday, June 18, 2012

Blogging over Breakfast

Howdy, howdy.
I don't know what's with me today.
After finally falling asleep at 3 am last night,
I woke up promptly at 6 am.
Then my body decided that 3 hours 
was plenty and wouldn't let me fall back asleep.
My body and I are on rocky terms at the moment. 
So I got up at 7 and started getting ready.
And I tried my hardest to make it take as long as I could.
But alas, it only took me thirty minutes. 

So now I'm blogging.
At 8 am. 
Eating chocolate chip eggos.
My life is full of excitement.

Then I felt all clever and I came up with
"Blogging over Breakfast"
cause I'm eating and all.

So here's how it works.
For the rest of this post, I'm gonna let you get to know me a little better.
Basically, it's like a "get-to-know-Natalie" type deal but hopefully more than
things like my favorite color or what kind of car I drive.
Buckle up.

Numero Uno
Apparently living in Texas all these years has 
given me false hopes about my Spanish speaking abilites.
Who are we kidding?
I know the names of Mexican dishes and I can count to ten.
Anyways, I love this blog.
It's my little baby.
I wrote it a letter once.
And when people don't have nice things to say about my blog.
I don't have nice things to say to them.
Seriously, my mama bear claws come out.
I don't think blogging is a joke.
And just to clear this up, I would never post anything to intentionally
harm another person.

Number Two
{sticking with English for now}
I feel like a lot of people in my life think they know me 
so well, but in reality not many of them do.
Which is where the idea for this post came from, however, it's not 
as deep as I originally imagined it would be.
I have a hard time being serious when it comes to these things.

Case in point, I just misspelled originally and my computer tried to 
correct it to vaginally and all seriousness was out the window.
I'm still giggling.

Sometimes I forget that I'm human and do in fact require food.
And then I stop eating.
Not because I have some sort of eating disorder.
Mostly because I like my life busy and my calendar full 
and sometimes meals just miss out. 
(Mom, I'm working on it, don't stress when you read this)

I really want to be a dog.
I would get to sleep all day.
I would have every meal handed to me.
I could run after a ball and not have people staring.
I would not ever be expected to shave my legs.
Plus, I would be adorable.
Unless God decided to show me his sense of humor and 
make me one of those little hairless scary things.
This wish may have something do with why I forget I'm human.
That hasn't been determined yet. 

If you follow me on Instagram or Twitter you most 
likely saw this picture
I just dyed a piece of my hair pink.
I feel pretty awesome.
Not gonna lie. 
I guess pink hair does that to a girl. 

I seriously wish I could show you the crazy things 
I do with my hands when I write these.
But I think making a vlog might scare you all away.
It's one thing to read the crazy.
It's another to see the crazy in action. 
Although, I do think making a vlog would be fun.
Maybe one day. 

I make myself laugh on a regular basis.
And not just a little laugh.
Tears streaming down my face laugh.
Sometimes I even pee my pants.
Don't judge, I know I'm an embarrassment.
At least I still have friends.
For now. 

Coming up with these things is really hard.
I think I'm done.
This did not turn out how I planned one bit.
I wanted it to be all deep and serious.
Instead I used the word "vaginally".

But please do keep this in mind.
I'm more than the words I write on this blog and I'm more
than the things people say about me.
I'm more than an 18 year old.
There's so much more to me than meets the eye.
I would love for you to start to get to see all sides of me.
Rather than just the goofy ones.
I'll work on it.
But if you ever want to get to know me better, I'd love
to get to know you.
I promise I'm good for more than a few laughs. 

1 comment:

Chelsea said...

I LOVE the pink in your hair :)