^^ My last minute trip to the Gold Coast with my mum. It was just magical and maybe someday I'll be unlazy enough to tell you about it and also never use the word unlazy ever again.
Welcome my long lost blog-lovers. Where have you been? Where are you now? What do you mean? Is it too late now to say sorry? (Please tell me you caught the reference if you didn't why? Who are you?)
I have lost the ability to correctly form a post (pointless intro, passive aggressive, poorly thought out essay body, conclusion with excessive, vague emotion) so we're going to jump right in.
For those of you searching for pointless information to stock into those parts of your brain that should be saved for remembering the line of that one song you heard on the radio so you can google it later (I'm not the only one, right?) and what your sweetheart told you he/she wanted for their birthday, here are some of my guilty pleasures:
Urban Outfitter's party and fun section (Online, obviously. You could not honestly assume I would leave the comfort of my home). It's just such a treat to scroll through seemingly endless pages of useless, over priced frap that no one could possibly use more than once. The only problem I encounter is that I find such genuinely rare toys, it's extremely difficult to resist the urge to get it before it's gone forever and I spend 2 weeks searching Japanese websites looking for it later. It would be easier to buy the plastic hand microscope that doubles as a water gun while it's available. The mystery of it all is too compelling. Will I spend twenty bucks on a gigantic Darth Vader pez dispenser? Yeah maybe. Who doesn't need a mini donkey pinata? I doesn't, but I does.
New Girl There are so many great episodes I could not really summarize for you here, but you'd be less than uninterested and I'd end up forfeiting this blog post and re-watching all three seasons over night. (It could be done. With dedication and ice cream.) It's somewhat depressing, because just a few minutes into an episode, I have a burning desire to live in an L.A. apartment with 3 other guys with whom I share a completely platonic friendship and we'll occasionally play True American and throw around aqua rocks that we think is meth. *sigh* Wouldn't that be the life.
Missy Elliot I've tried to stay away but the pull is too strong I am a sinner and to answer your question no it is not easy to drown out the "f" word. A girl's gotta jam.
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Don't you hate when you forget there's honey on your forehead and you unconsciously rub your forehead and get honey everywhere. Bleh. Me too.
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Fitness hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha I'm totally kidding I can't tell you how much I am not secretly addicted to fitness. I am not even openly addicted to fitness. I am addicted to Pinterest though and let me tell you, my Fitness board is totally killin' it giving 110% everyday and is undeniably devoted to 11 healthy recipes you can make in under 30 minutes. Way to go, Pinterest Madeline.
Cleaning out my closet Ok this one is real. Once I start I can't be stopped and it's a dangerous addiction because I end up getting rid of things I still need. I just go completely insane. "I REALLY ONLY NEED ONE SHIRT BECAUSE HAVING MORE THAN ONE TAKES UP TOO MUCH SPACE AND I SHOULD BE A MINIMALIST ANYWAYS PLUS WHO EVEN NEEDS PANTS I ALWAYS SAY HOW MUCH I HATE THEM ANYWAYS SO I'M GOING TO GET RID OF ALL THE PANTS, SHORTS, SKIRTS, AND LEGGINGS I HAVE EVER OWNED EVER." smh. So what really confuses me is how Past Madeline packed a kazoo and a screaming, light up dinosaur keychain but has trouble holding onto necessary clothing and Present Madeline is seriously befuddled.
In other news, there is only 1 MONTH until I come home! WHAT? I know. I know. I too am jumping for joy. (Inside. I am terrible at expressing emotions outwardly.) Tomorrow we're leaving for Bali (as a family, pray for me) and then 3 weeks till your fave gal establishes dominance over Provo once again.
I've decided to make an executive decision and this blog post is now done.
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YOU USED THE WORD "FRAP" I AM SO PROUD
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