Bleh;

I made delicious reese rice Krispy treats. Too bad I can't enjoy them. My throat could be used as sandpaper and Im pretty sure I've coughed up my lungs 5000 times.

I need a nap.

Just a little song;

Twenty;

When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a crime fighting ballerina. No joke.
 Now that I'm all grown up, all I want to do is have a good life. A life without stress, worry, or panic. I want a life that I don't have to second guess. A life that is safe, comfortable, and healthy.
I want to grow up more, finish college, get married, start a family. The generic shit I never though I would want.
Growing up does something to us, it's like our grown up body is fighting with our immature brain.
As we grow up, we try desperately to hold onto the things that remind us of innocence and childhood. We cling to it for dear life.
I'm not saying I'm ready to let my love of Disney movies, cartoons, and Hello Kitty go. What I am saying though, is that I think I'm finally ready to grow up. I don't mean grow up as in, being up tight, everything has to be in order and perfect. I'm still going to be carefree, but to an extent. Little by little, I'm ready to become the person I want to be for the rest of my life, a person I can be happy with. I've mostly figured out who that person is, it just needs a little bit more work.

Happy 20th Birthday to me.

xoxo, Raven

My week;

This week, Taylor and I found green mustaches at work. Best 25 cents I ever spent. If you need mustaches, we can hook you up.

You know I have to put pictures of my cats in the weekly post. Lucy is so photogenic. ;)

So, the story behind this one is; I was going to get a towel for my hair because I had just gotten out of the shower. I reach into the closet to grab a towel (keep in mind my eyes are closed because there is NO way I'm letting water get into them) and I feel something fuzzy. After I nearly shit my pants I decided to stop being such a bitch and open my eyes, low and behold, it's Jack. He's such a shit sometimes.

Cam and I being silly.

He fell off the bed, so I took a picture instead of helping him. He's getting ready to yell at me for taking a picture instead of helping him in this. :P

I hope you all had a good week!

xoxo, Raven

Alone time;

I almost NEVER get alone time, so when I do, it's like; Call in the hounds! Lock the doors! Hide ya kids hide ya wife! Don't anyone dare tell me they're coming home early because I won't let you in.
I mean, don't get me wrong, I love my friends, family, and boyfriend, but hot damn alone time is a magical time.  A time where I can sing as loud as I want without anyone complaining that their ears are bleeding. (I'm pretty sure William Hung is a better singer than I am) I can pop open a bag of chips without anyone stealing them while I'm trying to be fat and happy. I can watch cartoons or a girly romantic comedy without hearing Cam complain that he wants to watch something that has an explosion every five minutes. (of course with the leading man never seeming to notice a giant explosion just happened behind him)
Everyone needs "me time", but I think I need it more than your average bear. I've never really been a people person, they tend to be stupider than I would like. Ever since I moved back in with my parents, me time is scarce. Actually, I'm alone right now and I'm going to go do some simple workouts. I can't work out when people are around me, I'm far too self conscious and I think I look like a fish trying walk on land.

Here's to more alone time!

xoxo, Raven 

Addicted;

Caffeine. I live off the stuff. Drinking up to 5 pops a day. Incredibly unhealthy.
I have not had ANY caffeine in three days. Three, long as fuck, days.
They say the first three days are the worst right?
Dear lord I hope so.

So, this guy comes up to me today at work and is like "do you have thank you cards?" I laugh off the fact that I work at Factory CARD outlet and show him where they are. When I'm ringing him up I have to ask for his email and phone number (which is annoying beyond belief.) and he asks me for a piece of paper. I give him some and he writes down his number and says "call me, but don't call between 3-8 because that's when I'm usually with my wife."

WTF. I was like dumbfounded. I just threw the paper away and continued ringing him up.

People these days, they're all idiots.

Tie dye crayons;

Who doesn't love to color? I'm almost 20 and I love coloring (probably more than most 7 year olds). Yesterday, Tay and I made our own crayons. They were tie dyed and fantastic.

All you need is:
* A silicone muffin tray
* crayons
* knife, cutting board, and oven.

Start off by unwrapping the paper off the crayons and cutting them into small chunks.

Fill up the muffin pan 3/4 of the way with the crayon chunks.


Put your crayons in the oven on 230 for 15 minutes. Let the wax harden and voila! You have new crayons.
Instead of buying new crayons you can always take old ones you have that have been used and worn down a lot to make new ones.

Zane;

I can't believe it, my little brother is going to be 9! NINE!!! I know its cliche, but it seems like it was just yesterday I was holding him for the first time, looking down on him and going "holy shit, this is my baby brother".
It's just crazy to me that I've watched this little boy grow up, and now he's practically a man!

Okay, I know how psycho that sounds. Obvs nine years old does not equal manhood. But whenever I look at him, I still see this 3 year old little boy, running around with no pants on and making duck noises.
It's so crazy to see how much he's grown, for god sakes he's doing multiplication now! I remember thinking I was hot shit and so grown up because I knew what 5x5 was!
His personality has developed SO much. (which is not always a good thing because he's a little shit sometimes;))

You'd think I was his mother and not his sister, but I love that little boy, and I know he loves me too.
I hope he has the best birthday ever.

My grandpa, teaching Zane how to shoot a BB gun

xoxo, Raven

Instagram Dump;

From the car show Tay and I went to;

1.) Tay, with her wannabe Porche

2 & 3.) My wannabe Mini Cooper. 

How sweet is he?! Though, he has been a little shit lately, putting holes in things and whatnot.

OMG. We attempted to organize our itty bitty little closet. So far the shelves are put together....and that's as far as we got. Procrastination for the win!

Sparkly nails! I'm addicted....I bought more sparkles. I'm not five I promise ;)

xoxo, Raven

Girls Night;

Last night Tay and I had a girls night. We watched Disney movies and ate junk food. We had (wait for it....!) DUNKAROOS!! Holy jesus tits, I haven't had Dunkaroos in a long long time. I didn't even know they made Dunkaroos anymore. Brings back great memories of trading pudding (or dunkaroos)  for bologna sandwiches.

Belle's enchated Christmas. Even though Christmas is over, its a fantastic movie.

My mother would kill me if she found out I watched a Christmas movie *dramatic music* after Christmas.

Our omnoms, lovely junky omnoms.

Have a good daaaaay!

xoxo, Raven

Catch up;

I'm jumping on the band wagon with the whole new years post. Brace yourself.
2011 was a good year for me. I started this little blog, I moved back to a great city, and I've finally started to figure out my life.
For some reason I really struggled with the idea of blogging at first, I wasn't sure if it was for me or not. I really do love the creative outlet. Even though my blog isn't popular, it doesn't have followers or anything, but it's mine. This is my little piece of the interwebz.
I hope to let this blog flourish in 2012. I hope I can put my writing skills to the test and write bigger and better posts.
I also hope to work on me. Grow into the best person I can be.
I don't believe that you have to wait for a new year to start working on your goals, it's silly really. I do believe though, that I never ever have goals. (which isn't good, oops) The new year is just a way for me to basically kick myself in the ass and get it going.
So here's to a new year, new friends, and a new you.

xoxo, Raven

oh, and here's another link up;
It's like I can't resist, plus E is freaking hilarious.