I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

Dear where ever they make Prince Charmings

To whom this may concern:

If this is the place where Prince Charmings are made, I’d like to place an order. I want him to be: at least 5 inches taller than me, have a good sense of humor & understands mine, have a strong sense of family values, dresses well, not be weird or creepy, of course handsome, compatible personality with mine, the sweep me off my feet type, preferably southern (but anything else will do as well), and of course like the title says ‘charming’. Thank you and that is all. 

Good day sir.

I don’t expect anyone to actually read this blog as I suppose no one actually does. I mean it is private and unless you search very hard it will hard to even know who I really am. 

I guess this is just an outlet that is more satisfying than having a personal diary or journal. This way, a little piece of my heart feels my words are being heard. Not that they need to be heard I hardly say anything worth while on here. This is more of an outlet for me to get things off my chest and try to put my thoughts into words. 

Maybe it would be fun for me to write under a pseudonym. Although I don’t think there is really a need for such precautions and charades. I guess I will continue to let my fingers type and my thoughts guide them, leaving words for whomever may find this interesting to read. Good day sir.

I want to write, but I don’t know what to put down.

Throughout the day I literally have to tell myself to calm it down because I am not Carrie Bradshaw. 

I am excited.

In just a few short weeks I will be graduating High School. Hold the applause. 

I hope the summer that is shortly arriving will not be the best summer of my life, but the best summer of my life so far. I want this to be the best summer I have ever experienced, until the next one rolls around. And so on and so forth. 

I want to have fun, and lots of it. I want to dance on table tops and come home at all hours of the night. But of course walking in with dignity not stumbling in like someone gross. 

I want to meet new amazing people that I can add into this new chapter of my life that I will be starting. I literally can’t explain it, because I don’t know exactly what the future holds and I like it that way. All I can say is, I am excited.

Return of the Lady.

Maybe every generation goes through this kind of scare. Or maybe it’s just me. I feel like we need the return of the lady. Of course guys need to start acting like gentlemen, but if we don’t change how could we expect them to?

First off I know people get mad with gender roles that “society has set upon us”. I don’t get the frustration. Personally I love being a girl and all things girly. I think a true lady should keep her head, heels, and standards high. A true lady should care what people think of her, because reputations are everything. 

Sometimes I wonder I’ve been raised in the same world as some of the girls of my age. First off, learn how to handle your liquor. One of my pet peeves is when people blame things on alcohol. I feel like people use alcohol as an excuse to do things they wouldn’t normally do and to say things they wouldn’t normally say. Also, slurring your words is so trashy. Don’t be a sloppy drunk. That is just so disgusting. 

Just saw a kid on facebook refer to his grandmother as “bitch”. If future my son ever tried to pull that, the back of my hand would stop his sentence from finishing.