"I Wanna Hold Your Hand"

Have you ever thought about the significance of holding hands? When you first like someone and you find out they like you back, one of the first steps to intimacy is holding hands. After the first time you hold hands with someone, comes the kissing and nicknames and all that other cute stuff. When you hold hands with someone, it’s like you’re telling them “I like you. I trust you. I’d like to show the world that you mean something to me”. Holding hands is such a small gesture with a big meaning. Whether you’re having a bad day or feeling sad — once your significant other grabs your hand and interlaces their fingers with your own, everything suddenly feels okay. It’s like, just by holding hands, it suddenly warms your whole body up with joy. 

This is why for me, holding hands with someone (esp in public) is a BIG deal. If you can’t even do the simple act of holding my hand, just forget it. I guess I don’t mean much to you. If you don’t wanna kiss me? That’s fine. But if you unexpectedly grab my hand and interlock your fingers with mine, I’ll be happy. That’s enough for me. I won’t need anything else because I have my world literally right in the palm of my hands.




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Birthday

Today is my 18th birthday. I'm spending the day with some much needed retail therapy with girl friends, then we're off to lunch, then underwear shopping (because that's my favorite), dinner with my family/twin sister (my boyfriend was only too happy to agree to come as well), coffee call with all my friends to celebrate and then finally going to a local bar for a show by a band called Caddywhomups. I cannot be more excited.

PS: I'm still a kid at heart. 

Work.

Work has been difficult this last week. I've been here, maybe about a month now, and so I'm still catching onto the little things. Well these last two days, actually, I have been getting more and more progressively difficult phone calls about things I'm not sure of. Out of every 8 or 9 phone calls I get theres at least 1 that I just know nothing about. Maybe it's time for sleeping on a regular schedule.

Safety.

Do you have one person that when they hug you, the rest of the world falls away and everything is just okay? Luckily, I do.

This is what the sky has looked like during the day for the last few days:

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Hairs?!

So, I'm a natural blonde. Natural as in I was born with blonde, blonde, blonde hair. Well, I'm always looking for something different. Summer going into 8th grade? I dyed my hair fire engine red...on accident.  (I loved it). Then I went to school and they told me since it hadn't faded out all the way, I had to get it re-dyed...ironic, no? So then the summer after 8th grade, I cut all my hair off and got blonde and red high lights. Summer after 9th grade, I put pink streaks in my hair...all over. During 10th grade, I let my hair grow out and got white blonde high lights. Summer after 10th grade, it was back to pink streaks. 11th grade, I got a crazy amount of blonde high lights. Senior year? I chopped all my hair off and decided it was time to go back to my natural color. When I say chopped, I cut 11 inches off and then cut it into an inverted bob. Now that I'm out of high school, what have I done? Well I dyed my hair back to red, and I couldn't be happier.

I Can Has This?

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I get by with a little help from my friends

I have the best friends (and boyfriend) in the entire world. End of story. I've been having a rough past few days, which include breaking down every now and then (at the most random times in the world) or staring off into space for long periods of time. Well, my friends have been the most supportive people ever. Wether it be from pretty much living at one of their houses if I'm not at work, or just texting me every now and then to see what I'm doing or how I am or if I want to get out the house. I owe them each a cake.