It's just Me

Here's a picture of me maybe 6 years ago...looking younger, cuter and skinnier than my current self.  We'll just pretend that this is me now.

I'm a MASTER procrastinator.  There is NO bigger procrastinator than this girl right here.  I am the Queen of Timesuck.  I will find every single excuse to do everything...later.  Like right now, instead of drinking wine, watching Jersey Shore and blogging about myself, I should be doing homework.  It's not due until Sunday, I can still turn it in Monday and still get full credit so you know what? I'll do it later.  To give myself credit, I do work best under pressure.  I get shit done and I get it done right in a short period of time.  I know what needs to get done...I'll just do it later!

For some reason I'm TERRIFIED of Teletubbies. I don't know why or how this fear came about but everyone else sees this:

And all I see is this:

 

 

 

TERRIFYING...DISTURBING...WHO LETS THEIR KIDS WATCH THIS??

 

 

I have an unhealthy obsession with Ryan Gosling, to the point that I might consider moving to New York and stalking the shit out of him.  I have seen every RG movie and actively hate on Eva Mendez because I (along with every other chick who shares my creepy obsession) am secretly hoping he and Rachel McAdams will get back together and the world can go on in perfect harmony.  Oh hey Ryan, there you are!

 

 

My other unhealthy obsession is the goddamed Jersey Shore.  It's retarded, I know.  But I just can't quit Vinny and Pauly and I wish I had a pair of JWoww boobies.  And I'm going to kill Mike in his sleep.

"It's typical meatball and all I see is ass in my face and I'm just like, you go girl!"  I love me a good hot mess.   <3

 

 



 

I have a weird habit of taking my clothes off at night, in my sleep, when I get too warm.  It's not uncommon that I wake up buck nekid especially in the summer months.  This has been going on for years.  The only time I can control it is when I am sleeping at someone else's house and I know that it's in my best interest to not take my clothes off in my sleep because it could make for an awkward morning.  I think my subconscious knows better.  I have yet to have a nekid mistake at someone else's house.  And the first time it happened at Joey's house he probs thought I was really strange but I would rather get nekid on accident than...lose control of my bowels and take a poop in his bed.  I mean, get real.  It could have been worse.  He must love me for my sparkling personality because it sure as hell isn't because I have a smokin-hot JWoww bod!

 

Oh yeah...one more thing...

 



 

I told you guys those fuckers are for real...