Sigh (like actually). I am just thoroughly confused here friends. I really just don’t understand why people 1 take selfies and 2 think that it’s okay to then post those selfies on social media sites. Seriously, I would do a lot more undesirable things before I would venture to instagram a selfie. Earth to selfie takers, selfies make you look stupid and desperate for attention (period). And then when on top of the selfie you put some lame-a$$ quote about life or whatever, you only look stupider and even more desperate for the attention. Well…news flash nobody gives a f about you, your selfie and cliche quote. Seriously, get over yourself. Whatever happened to the good old days of asking someone to take a photo of you? Really though, I’d like to know where those days went. Also, I’d like to know exactly what it is about a selfie that makes people want to take one and then share it…gag, literally, gag. I can’t even. Like don’t take a selfie and then caption “studying,” because clearly you’re not studying. If you took the time to fix your hair and makeup just to take a selfie that doesn’t qualify as studying. If you want to caption “studying” then it better be a picture of your books and a giant cup of coffee because frankly that’s what studying is (period). I can’t handle all these selfies blowing up my news feeds anymore, like if it gets any worse I might have to resort to un-friending people…and seriously that not okay. And believe me I will un-friend you. So for everyone’s sake, including my own, stop posting selfies.
And I leave you all you “selfie taking fools” with this:
“Showing off is the fool’s idea of glory.” -Bruce Lee
Now that’s how you successfully use a quote. Boom.
xx the Queen
Let’s talk about sub-tweets. Look I may be a pretty salty person but I rarely if ever sub-tweet. Okay, let’s be honest, maybe I’ve sub-tweeted a time or two but let me just say they were some well crafted sub-tweets. And just to reiterate I mean well crafted. Unfortunately, yes, these sub-tweets were removed from Twitter, but I took screenshots of them for the record book. LOL. If ya every want to see them maybe I’ll post them one of these days, maybe. LOL again. Anyways that’s enough about my history with sub-tweets, moving on to the general concept that is the sub-tweet. Okay, basically isn’t a sub-tweet something that you don’t have the balls to say to the persons face?? I mean, really? The fact that a person has to resort to sub-tweeting says a lot about a person. Frankly speaking, it kind of just says to the world that you are a weak person because you can’t just man up and say it to their face. And you know what? That makes me really sad because I’m the kind of person that says it like it is and I don’t having a problem saying it to your face (just ask my friends, LOL). For example, if I don’t like the striped shirt you’re wearing, you better believe that I’m going to tell you I don’t like it. But, on a serious note I really think that constructive criticism and other issues one my resort to sub-tweeting about are best handled when done face to face in person. Look, I love twitter and social media just as much as the next person but it sad to see that people lack the ability to have conversations face to face. Yeah, social media makes confrontations much easier to handle but it’s so much less genuine (I could insert a great story about how my ex broke up with me through a text here but, I don’t want to bore you). Anyways, I mean where did the days go when you used to hash things out under the bleachers after school? All these twitter and Facebook “wars” aren’t cool, they’re stupid and most of the time they only happen because people want the attention. I mean why else would you feel the need to sub-tweet? Well I’ll tell you, it’s because you want people to see it, you crave the attention you could get from a sub-tweet. But in the end nobody cares about your sub-tweet and nothing gets resolved because you couldn’t say it to their face. Like you seriously think that your so cool because you sub-tweet, well sorry to say that your really not. It doesn’t make you look any cooler it just makes you look pathetic and desperate for attention. So, to all you sub-tweeters out there, I guess I now know who all the attention-seeking whores of the world are.
I would just like to say something here and get it officially on the record, because I’ve probably only said this a million times this week. I HATE stripes, specifically clothing with HORIZONTAL stripes (most vertical stripes are OK). -Please note anytime I refer to stripes I’m referring to horizontal stripes.- People STOP wearing strips, they are not attractive, like not attractive at all. Literally when I see someone wearing stripes my face scrunches up like it would if I were to smell spoiled milk, gag. Okay, I’m going to let you all in on a little secret here, stripes, they make you look wider and I don’t think anyone wants to look wider. I honestly think the only people that might (key word, might) want to look wider are guys that are really skinny, and I mean really skinny, like cross country runner skinny. And even if I were that skinny I would still debate wearing stripes. Seriously, whenever I see a picture of someone wearing stripes I do this whole exaggerated roll of the eyes thing (my friends can vouch for this, yes, I actually have friends…). Its one thing to wear stripes out in public, but it’s a whole other thing to be photographed in stripes, because doesn’t the camera add like ten pounds or something? I don’t know, but still. I must admit though, that there might be an occasional time for stripes, like maybe if you’re on the east coast going for that whole prepy nautical vibe and the stripes are navy and white/cream, and even then I would still be cautious. But the fact of the matter is I really don’t like stripes and I don’t think you all should either, if I were you I’d go burn all the striped clothing you own just like I burned all my photos of my ex and I (I didn’t really do that, I told my mom I wanted to…she got real mad, different story for a different day). But really burn them, just get rid of them somehow, and please don’t fuel the fashion industries desire to sell striped clothing to you by buying it. So, if you going to take anything away from reading this it’s that I actually have friends…no but really don’t wear stripes. Just stay far, far away from stripes, please.
So it’s been awhile friends (or foes, who knows). Yes, I have been absent from the blogging scene for a while. You might claim that I’ve neglected my duty to be a loyal and faithful blogger, call it what you want, I don’t really care. But, really that’s beside the point. Point is, I’m back, and I don’t intend to go anywhere anytime soon so lets all cuddle up under a blanket by a nice fire and get comfortable… oh, god I’m actually attempting to be affectionate, gag. Anyways, I’m hoping to get a legitimate post up within the next day or so, so stay tuned (omg, I’m sorry to be so cliche). In the mean time, refresh yourself with some of my favorite previous posts (which i have included in my sort-of redo of the blog) and get ready. Until then.
So it’s the day after Valentine’s day, and I feel like I’m expected to post something about how my Valentines day went even though you probably don’t care. Well to be honest, Valentine’s day didn’t really feel special. It really felt like a normal day in the life of michcern. And this is a good thing because I hate Valentine’s day, and don’t mistake me saying that for me complaining about being single because I’m not. For the record I am completely OKAY with being single. I hate Valentine’s day because in all honesty it’s just a holiday that never lives up to your expectations. People in relationships try too hard to make Valentine’s day something out of a fairytale but it somehow never works out that way. There really is no better way to tell someone you love them than by looking them in the eyes and saying the words “I Love you.” Why is there a need for all the extra effort that goes into planning the perfect Valentine’s day for your significant other? In the end it’s just another day. Why is it that professing your love to someone means some much more on Valentine’s day than any other day of the year? People expectations are too high in this regard, it’s as if to say that on any other given day of the year when you say “I Love you” to your significant other it’s not good enough. Why? Because compared to what it supposedly means to say it on Valentine’s day, which is simply just a day, means more than what it is to say it on any other day. Yes, it’s nice to get a piece of jewelry or a dozen roses and a box of chocolates but why do we think that it should only be given on Valentine’s day. It’s not to say that the only day out of the year you should show appreciation for your lover is Valentine’s day, you should constantly be reminding them why you love them everyday and not just Valentine’s day. Maybe that’s the problem with people today, they have put so much pressure on Valentine’s day as a means to show how much they love you that they think it’s okay to not show that appreciation the other 364 days of the year. I may not be an expert or a matchmaker but love is constant, love exists everyday, not just on Valentine’s day. I think that’s what people forget sometimes. I may not have had a boy to spend my Valentine’s day feeling loved with. But I did have my family to spend it with and their love that they show for me everyday of the year. We are loved in one way or another, you don’t have to be in a relationship to be love or to love. Maybe that’s why they say home is where the heart is, because when your at home your surrounded by love.
p.s. I still hope you all had a wonderful Valentine’s day.
So, yeah, Valentines day…aka the most hated day in American by all single people, buy mainly single girls. I bet it’s the day that the most single people think about wanting to kill themselves. Oh, so you don’t have a Valentine? Uh, no. Oh…I’m sorry. Really? Because I think what you REALLY meant to say is you’re life sucks, look at this giant teddy bear my BOYFRIEND gave me, he’s so thoughtful isn’t he? Actually no he’s not, it was probably 99 cents at the thrift store down the street but thanks for the “slap” in the face anyways. Honestly, what is Valentines day? A day that husbands, fiances, boyfriends, lovers are forced to overuse the phrase “I love you” when chances are they probably don’t mean it. A day where they get suckered into spending an outrageous amount of money on that perfect gift that says “I love you” when chances are they still probably don’t mean it. A day to satisfy the insecurities of women in relationships across the US and to give them the extra attention that they probably don’t need. Actually, it’s the day that St. Valentine was executed, and what says “I love you” more than an execution? It’s interesting that we celebrate love on a day where the “the end” for St. Valentine was in the air. Isn’t it? Maybe it’s to say that love ends. Love isn’t forever. If love was forever, there would be no such thing as divorce and people wouldn’t cheat. But they do, ultimately we destroy our own love. It’s the things that we do and say, how we change and grow or not, that cause relationships to end. For love to end. So this Valentines day, love you first. And if you’re single buy yourself a big box of chocolates at the end of the day because after surviving and dealing with the lovey-dovey mentality that is Valentines day, you really f***ing deserve it.
Well, if you read my post about how trying to do my laundry earlier today went, you probably know that I’m not really having the best day and am not in the greatest mood. So in seeing that I’m in the mood to complain about things, complain is what I will continue to do. As most of you probably already know I’m currently living in the dorms on campus. And as ‘good’ and ‘delicious’ dining hall food can be, we all need a break from it every once in a while. So this past Friday after a week full of dinning hall dinners I decided to go to Panera. I mean it doesn’t get much better than having a BREAD bowl of broccoli cheddar soup on a wintery Friday night. And on top of it I had a Panera gift card so I didn’t have to spend real money. That was great an all until I went to order my BREAD bowl and they were F***ing out of BREAD bowls. And as shocked as I was, I wasn’t about to go off on the server taking my order who offered me extra bread instead. But as I began to eat my broccoli cheddar soup in a REGULAR bowl. I started to get more and more frustrated because I realized how much better it tastes in a BREAD bowl. See, when I get my soup in a BREAD bowl, I eat all of the bread, lets be honest here, it’s the best part. And to make it even more frustrating last time I dined at the SAME Panera, again they were out of BREAD bowls. Well obliviously if you’re always running out of BREAD bowls then you should make more. Like seriously it’s not that difficult to understand. Just give the people what they want. Next time I go to that Panera and they don’t have BREAD bowls I think I’m just going to walk out. If they can’t provide customers all day every day with an option listed on their menu then they don’t deserve my business or the business of any other person that can’t get what they want. Hello? Panera, are you there? Well listen up, as a company you pride yourselves on the bread that you make fresh everyday, well how am I supposed to know how good your bread is when you don’t have any left? I’m sure your not struggling as a business so I think you can afford to hire another bread baker of something, because frankly, I’m still upset that I didn’t get a BREAD bowl. So now I think you owe me two and 1 of your cookies. Bottom line, if bread is your “thing” than don’t make a habit of running out of it…oh wait, you already have.