Today you get a glimpse of what goes on in my mind, most you I'm assuming have already experienced it, because well I share almost everything I think about. But today you get a bigger view, even if unwanted.
Some news from my life. It snowed and I almost cried. Yes, it may be good for Utah, but not for my spirits. I also stepped up in the Mandarin Game and have learned how to do Reg(Register), I already basically hate it. Why? Because all you do is stand, and standing hurts a lot actually, or at least puts emphasis on the pain you hadn't felt til that moment.
Now for the randomness that happens inside my head. Firstly, I realized the things that catch my eye when looking at men. There also could've been an easier way to say that. But first a question. How is it that a man can wear 4 layers and not be obviously sweating, how?!
If a man has a nice jawline, it makes him ten times more attractive, also when they have said jawline, I think it helps step up a possible beard game. Beards are also mostly attractive, it depends really. I mostly love beards that lumberjacks have, big bushy, and somehow super soft. Also a good plaid works wonders, the classic colors really, or at least darker tones. Sweaters are also nice, like a good cable knit that is a nice neutral color. Also glasses have become more attractive to me, maybe because I too have glasses, so its like they get me. However, they need the face for it. A good denim is also pretty nice, but no skinny jeans, those were invented for tweens, and they can't even pull them off. This also goes against my standards, but I love a good pipe, it makes the man more manly and classic, also somehow timeless? Heres a good explainer "You put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don't give it the power to kill you." Men who are not from America, and if they are, someone who is not from Utah, sorry Utah.
Weddings. Mainly engagements or photography, places I want to get married or have my reception. Answer, a lake! I think I decided that the gifts people bring to the reception should just all be food. Or that I will really just be standing by the refreshments table stuffing myself full. No talking to strangers who somehow know my parents. No dancing. No reception line, because as I declared I now hate standing. Nothing of what receptions are made of, then you would say, why have one? Because why not?
Party Planning for the Golden Birthday. Hasn't really happened. Also no thousand paper cranes because PROCRASTINATION! Ideas I've had that seem somewhat easier? Chalk mural. Fill balloons with paint, pin them to a canvas and throw darts at the balloons. Homemade Ice Cream and joy. Homemade Piñatas that are purely awesome. Eating out. Going to the Zoo to recreate a kindergarten photo. Or you know, not having one because I might accept defeat on having a same old same old birthday. Obviously I have no idea of what will happen or if any idea if these ideas are realistic.
Food has been on my mind a lot. I find it funny because I am apparently super tiny and small and the like, so you know I should not believe in food, or the fact that I can become full or that I eat carbs and I'm still under 110 pounds. It's amazing I know. Food is my weakness. Tostadas, Ice Cream, Delicious Sandwiches, Desserts, etc. This will all catch up to me at some point in my life and I fear for that day, but clearly not enough to prevent it and simply say some day.
I've been listening to some great music that my parents grew up with, with the exception of Janis Joplin. Music such as Queen, Billy Joel, Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, Hall and Oats, Simon and Garfunkel, Styx, the Police, all the beauty that is eighties or earlier. Songs actually had meaning, and multiple lyrics that didn't rhyme. Where has that gone?
Any who, hope you had some fun.
Mercedes
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