Discovery.

Haven't blogged in what feels like forever. This one's gonna be all over the place. Apparently, I've developed an attitude problem recently. I just think that people aren't used to me standing up for myself and speaking my mind. I don't apologize for what I say, because if I'm saying it .. I obviously THOUGHT about it. Moving on. This town is turning out not to be the world of suck I thought it would be, but I actually miss Cape. Weirdddd. I realized today, though, that I have the two best friends anyone could ever have. One is just like me (In guy form) and the other is my complete opposite. I, honestly, thank God for them EVERY DAY. Music, too. I've developed a real interest in underground soul lately. Like Algebra, Yahzarah, L'Renee, Avery Sunshine, and Love Jones. I like mainstream stuff, but underground is where it's at. I have 4 loves: God, Self, Fam, and Music. Ugh, I'm starting to ramble. This is where I'm gonna wrap it up. Oh, one more thing: I love you, kid. You know who you are.

Peace, Love, and Boobs,

Taylor.

Beginnings.

Just wrote a whole novel complaining about all the crap I've been dealing with for the last week. Then I saw something that really made me think:

The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything they have.

So, now .. I've decided to be pleased with what is going okay in my life, rather than what isn't.

Peace, Love, and Boobs,

Taylor.

Navigation.

Life's kinda out of my control, right now. I'm in a town where I know NO one. Not even myself. How can you be lost within yourself? Everything's a blur. I stay up all night; sleep all day. School starts in a week. Looking forward to a day full of SUCK all by myself. Because, once again, I don't know anybody. I rarely smile. I've stopped all physical activity. I'm really rude. I don't look in mirrors as much. And, I've had this really strong urge to get some scissors and choppily cut at my hair. I don't like myself anymore. At all. No, there's nothing wrong with me. And NO, it's not just me needing to adjust to my situation. I just don't like me. I love music, though. Always have. I'm really starting to get into photography, too. But, I know that going to med school would make my Ma happy. I still don't know if it's right for me. I mean .. How happy can cutting people's heads open make you? Then again, how many musicians actually MAKE it? I feel sick. Bye.

Peace, Love, and Boobs,

Taylor.

Start of Summer (Take III)

It's been a little over a week since I blogged. I'm kinda ashamed of myself. But it's whatever. Moving on. A LOT has happened since then. I've tried two other times before to type all this out, but something always ends up distracting me. Gotta think back to where I wanna start .. Let's see. Middle of the week. 


Wednesday: I reminded The Guy that he was supposed to get me some Skittles awhile back, so he went to get them and some gas. After waiting a ridiculous half an hour for his friend, "Sexy Face", to pump some gas, I went to The Guy's house. When I pulled up to next to The Guy's car to retrieve the Skittles that he owed me, he dumped some into his mouth, then passed them to Sexy Face, who proceeded to spill about half the bag on The Guy's porch as we entered the house and escaped from the heat. I kinda learned how to throw a football. Later, I picked up my bestest, Nook. We ran all over town -- Went to the river ; Got real ice cream. We played by a fountain, and I got to laugh at Nook when the wind blew what was before just mist, all over her. After, we went to visit her good African friend, Knockoff Guy. He has a crush on her. It's kinda creepy. We rode around a few places and picked up job applications, then decided .. What better place to look for a job than the mall? We got applications, then spent about 45 minutes shopping in Wet Seal only to end up buying sunglasses. After getting some Good Conversation and Apple Juice for free, we messed with Niko in Champs. He mentioned Andrea, then a few minutes later, Nook cussed and a sign almost fell on her head. Karma? (: Next, we talked about people with the "Nasty Boys". They demolished their Chinese food. Then we went home, and that's when I started talking to my new play sister, Julia. 


Thursday: We (Nook, Jewels, and I) spent all day trying to make plans with The Guy, Sexy Face, and The Guy's cousins. None of us girls could manage to get in touch with each other. It was a mess. So, when I got in  touch with Jewels. We just decided we'd wait til' the next day to hang.


Friday: We knew exactly what we wanted to do. No one could get in touch with Nook the night before, so Jewels & I called dibs on The Guy and Sexy Face. When she found this out, she became "sick" out of nowhere. We didn't wanna stick her with an ugly cousin or not have her there, so we compromised. Everyone was to chill at The Guy's house. After a quick trip to the store with Nook and a bloody index finger later, we cruised right on up the street to The Guy's place. His cousin answered the door. The ugly one. The other had a Roscoe Dash haircut. And I hate those with a passion. Even though he was wayyy cuter than his cousin. Back to the story! Ugly Cousin told us that The Guy was downstairs, Sexy Face was still at work, and Roscoe Dash was in the shower. Then outta nowhere pops The Guy. Not showered or anything because he "hadn't gotten around to it". Wow. The Guy stalled forabout 20 minutes attempting to entertain before he finally got in the shower. His cousins were immature. What kinda dudes have THREE beautiful, single girls in a room and hide? Yeah, I don't know either. But, there we were, with two seemingly gay cousins who were standing on the stairs whispering to each other. With nothing else to do, we, naturally, started insulting the furniture. Jokingly, of course. But when a sudden hush filled the room, I knew it was ALL over. The Guy's mom, getting home from work, walked in. I was the only one facing her direction to see it. Julia and I said 'Hi.' Then Nook, being her normal diva self, gave a quick wave and a muffled 'Hey.' The Guy's mom stared her down for a good two minutes and forty-three seconds. Nook didn't even notice. We heard The Guy's mother go upstairs, bang on the door, and yell 'HURRY UP!' in a pretty intimidating voice. Mind you, The Guy was still in the bathroom showering when all this happened. That was when I mouthed 'Let's GO.' and we dipped. 

Okay, I'm super tired right now. I'll finish this up in the morning or something. Sorry for being lazy. I'll be extra super nice and leave a picture of the day:

Peace, Love, and Boobs,

Taylor.

Day Three in Suburban Hell

Oh my gosh. I'm so over this, already. We're in CHICAGO and haven't done anything. Plus, I don't know what this lady's deal is, but I guess she doesn't believe in air conditioning. Um .. Excuse me! It's a hundred freakin degrees outside. Let's get some AC going. Ugh. I am so bored and still sick. This stupid dog keeps shedding everywhere, and I'm allergic to dogs. And cats. And old people. Anyway .. I'm honestly just ready to hop back on the train and go home. I mean, my sister and I sat in the house alone all day. We don't know anything about anything here! So what were we left to do? Look at each other and watch TV. I'm telling you .. I'm in the mood of all moods right now. My best friend's blowing me off. My family's ridiculously disfunctional. I can't freakin BREATHE with all this humidity. And my hair .. We won't get started on the hair. I still just can't believe how clueless this kid is. Maybe that's what I'm really upset about. I mean, you complain about never being able to find what you want. All the while, it's sitting RIGHT here in front of you. Screaming in your face. I hate boys. I hate my huge boobs. I hate when people touch my face. I hate seeing muffin tops. I hate Tuesdays. I hate being misunderstood. I hate the way bananas feel when you bite into them. I love him. Good night. Picture of the Day:

Peace, Love, and Boobs,

Taylor.

Longest Day of My Life

Yesterday I rode the train for the first time. My sister and I had to stand up in the face of adversity and laugh, as our supposed-to-be-three-hour ride faced some complications, and ended up being five and a half. This is all because we missed our train .. By five freakin minutes. Our particular train had about twelve stops (sorry about all the numbers). The seats were really comfy though. We tried just about everything to keep ourselves entertained. We gave each other manicures, messed with the workers, played games with our Silly Bandz. We even mocked the guy in Cafe Cab who had a COMPLETELY FAKE British accent. He gave us free pretzels and Chips Ahoy to make us stop. Yeahh .. So that's pretty much everything interesting that happened on the Longest Day of My Life. Today .. Was just as boring. We've basically just been chillin' en la casa de mi papa. Who knew Chicago was so stinkinn HOT?! Right now, I have the urge to go eat a popscicle. So .. Bye. Picture of the Day:

Peace, Love, and Boobs,

Taylor.

Late Night Post

Mannnn. I was SO unmotivated to do anything today. I actually slept from about 2 to 4. I never nap during the day. I guess my sister's little sleepover has drained me. But, yeah. Going to Chicago tomorrow to visit mi padre. I have to ride the train with my sister. Love my sister; hate trains. That should be interesting. Went to watch my bestie play basketball today. He's adorable. Too bad he's clueless, and still can't tell that I've had feelings for him for like .. Forever and a day. His sister says she could see us being together. Just saying. Anywayy .. I feel really boring today. I'm doneeeee. Gotta pack & shower. Nighty Night, Ninja! Pic of the day:

Peace, Love, and Boobs,

Taylor.