The Worst Prom Dresses

I was bored tonight, so like any lonely high school teenage girl, I ended up eating a bowl of ice cream while looking at prom dresses. And I found many that I would wear, and many that I would not. But there are a select few I found that NOBODY should wear!
Here are the weird prom dresses for you to enjoy laughing at hopefully as much as I did. And yes! they all really do exist! (I took the liberty of renaming each one)

Upside-down Root Beer Float

Seaweed Mermaid Mis-hap

Dirty Chimney Sweep

To lazy to get out of bed, so she took the comforter with her
Comforter Queen

Greek Goddess Gone Wrong

Pee Prom (Incase anyone forgot the color of urine, here it is)

Peanut butter Jelly Prom Princess

Vegas Show Girl Get-Up

There is more where these came from! And sorry (#notsorry) if I offended anyone! Hope you all enjoyed!

The Human Body

I've come to the conclusion that the human body is a rather broken system.
I mean, it seems not a day goes by where one somehow manages to have the opportunity to bump, scratch, even break, or permanently hurt ones own body! Its not that hard to do. Our biggest muscle in our body, the brain, is susceptible to constant aches, our fingers exposed to dangerous objects on a minute to minute basis. If left alone, in our natural environment, our own skin can burn just from the rays of the sun. A human can bite with anywhere between 117 to 265 pounds of force. Yet, our jaw is placed right up against the tender tissue known as our cheeks. That is just a disaster waiting to happen. And those are just the outward things that make the body fragile and frail! The inside of the human body is even more dangerous because we can't see whats happening! There is an entire profession dedicated to fixing the inside and outside of the broken and spastic system we call our bodies (Doctors). For the inside, think of cancer, just think about it... Our own cells multiply! Its not bacteria, its not any outside foreign sources, its just our own stupid bodies killing us from the inside out... at alarming rates around the world I might add.
Our skin peals, our eyelashes can grow the wrong way, (yes, its true, and I have that condition) our teeth can rot, our hair can become ingrown, our bones can break, our muscles can come unattached, our body can overproduce things and underproduce things, and we can get air pockets in our bodies. Even our mind, our brain, can perish because of a multitude of reasons I can't even begin to get into.
Now, I know we don't think about all this on a daily basis. It probably doesn't cross ones mind when they step out of their vehicle or step onto a bus that a billion medical things could go wrong with just that one step. I really believe it's a miracle we make it through each day.

This is just something I really took to heart today, but don't dwell on the subject to long or you will begin to not enjoy life! I learned that as well today.
Hope you enjoy! Thanks to all who read my blog! More to come soon!

Paranoia

I have a problem, and I come forward to you completely embracing it. I know to many it will sound ridiculous, to many it will seem perfectly logical, and to some it will suggest I need some sort of mental help, but stick with me. I have an amazing ability to repress my paranoia when others are around. You wouldn't know just by looking at me I am paranoid.
I am paranoid of intruders. Intruders of any kind, be it kidnappers, burglars, murderers, and any other category I'm forgetting. I have this unexplainable fear of them. I have thought long and hard of every scenario that could possible happen if someone broke into my house while I was home. I have an escape and/or attack plan for every room. Evaluated various objects in each room and determined what I can and can't use as weapons in self-defense. The kitchen/dining room is always the preferred place to encounter an intruder, because it has two doors I can easily access and all the kitchen utensils to use as weapons! In my room I sleep with a fork on my headboard.... I know how weird that sounds, but think about it. It does just as much damage when jabbed at a human being as a knife does, but looks ten times less threatening. In the event an intruder passes me by in my room, if I'm lucky enough, my bat bag is also within reach so theoretically I can get my bat out too!
 I especially put these plans into thought when I am home alone, like I was today. I came home to the front door unlocked, which I automatically assume means somebody is home, but found no family member present. This sent me into automatic lock down mode, as a number of things could have happened. I mean, who knows how long the door was unlocked! Anyone could have walked right in before me and could be waiting inside for me. What if someone came in and, heaven forbid, TOOK my sister or something, and was waiting for me next?! The tv was on and my sisters' backpacks were here, so I knew they had been home. I double checked every room, and concluded no one was here, so I went to the kitchen to get a drink and settle in, though still puzzled by the situation. But I heard something from the back of the house, and without hesitation I pulled out the CHEF 2000 6.8 inch knife from the knife drawer and kept it at my right hand side, ready for whatever monster was back there breathing our houses air and prepping to pounce on me. Though, I continue to go about my business, mind you, I just happen to be on high alert while doing it, with a knife in my right hand. I decide to stay in the main areas of the house and not go back to the bedrooms or computer room, cause it's a lot easier to be trapped back there. I lock all the doors, and sit down to my laptop. I place the knife facing behind me prepped for an attack from behind. And like that I sat until my mother came home to relieve me of my concern.
Not that having my mom in the house would stop a murderer in the moment, trust me, I've mulled over that one for days too. But it puts one at ease to have another human around.
This is what I live with. And the scary thing is I don't mind at all. It makes me feel safe, even though I've never been in a situation that even remotely come close to the intruders I make up in my head, I am prepared! You think I'm crazy? Is this normal? Do I need professional help?

Shy Guys

To a friend who desperately wants a shy guy, this is my message to you…. You know who you are! :)

In my opinion shy guys are the best kind of guys to date. Dating is complicated and can be different with every individual, but I think I’ve come to understand some umbrella theories when it comes to dating shy guys. Keep in mind this is all from a girl’s perspective. And not all girls would agree with me. But they don’t control this blog :)

When pursuing a shy guy be prepared for endless mount of prodding. It begins with you having to initiate all the conversation and work very hard to get the guy to do anything with you. Even if its something as simple as going to the basketball game on a Friday night. It’s almost painful. And it goes against our nature. Naturally guys are wired to WANT to pursue something (or someone) they are interested in. Girls are wired to enjoy being pursued. But guys also have a fear of rejection that, contrary to what is commonly believed, is much bigger than girls’ fear of rejection. If a guy thinks he will be shot down and rejected, he will most likely not do it. Now, add in a guy that has a shy and concealed personality, and its almost guaranteed he won’t even try.

But you are sitting there thinking “but I won’t reject him! I know we will have fun! We are perfect for each other! Why can’t he see that and pursue me!?” I know, I feel you… But take it slow; it can be a slow and painful process… Stick with me.

Getting to know the guy a little is the first key, don’t worry about seeming like you are being nosey, annoying, and weird. Chances are he likes the attention and is flattered you would even talk to him; he just might not show it. Don’t doubt your female power over him, the force is strong, and no man no matter how shy can resist it!

Once you’ve established friendship and want him to know of your devout feelings for him, you need to get him to tell you how he feels. Be it good or bad, you need the confirmation. Getting shy guys to reveal their feelings is a lot like pulling teeth, it is hard, and seems impossible. I’ve never really found a smooth transition into it either. I have done it, and it was very blunt. I did it in person, with the great fear and doubt that he didn’t share the same feelings. I had an idea he did, but that’s what get’s you about shy guys… you can’t read them so you are never really sure! But once you get them to open up its like getting into a good book. Its easy and effortless. He is then acutely aware he won’t get hurt, so he will go for it. I had to confront this shy guy about where he thought we were, cause we were in a weird “grey area” for MONTHS! But being blunt and up front (in person, not over text) like I was got me what I wanted, he got the validation he needed, and he asked me out the next day! Its true, shy guys need the validation they won’t get hurt. Keep in mind this process building up to the blunt honesty I was able to achieve took months! Took a few awkward dates and lots of conversation initiating. But I reaped the reward for my agony and patience.

Shy guys are like unread books that you enjoy a lot. You get to read words a lot of people haven’t thought to read, and that you appreciate. They cherish you. They whisper to you. They are gentle. They genuinely want to be with you, simply because you want to be with them. You are bigger to them than their ego. They never flaunt your relationship, but when someone says something about it they just smile, a smile that melts your heart. They don’t “take” your hand… they hold it. They don’t “cover the check”… they treat you to dinner. More often then not they are one of the funniest people you’ve ever know, and it’s special because not everyone knows he is funny. Inside jokes become a major link between you two. He makes you appreciate the little things! You won't regret whatever you may get into.

So whether you are just beginning your opening of a shy guy book, if you are halfway through one, or if you’ve fully opened it and are enjoying the easy and effortless read, I hope this helps. I hope it gives you encouragement to be patient and bold. (Qualities guys really like) I know how hard it is… I’ve been there. Take a DEEP BREATH…

Now go and conquer! 

Flow

Flow is a psychological term which refers to the mental state of operation in which a person performing an activity is fully immersed in a feeling of energized focus, full involvement, and enjoyment in the process of the activity. In essence, flow is characterized by complete absorption in what one does. People who experience flow on a regular basis are proven to be happier in general than those who don't.
In America today, with our lives being so busy and chaotic, we don't experience flow very often. I didn't really comprehend what flow was, to be honest. Today I had a head ache and had a lot of homework to do... I was stressed and tired. But I had a batting lesson, so I grudgingly went to it. But I am 100% sure I experienced flow while batting. I was constantly in the "zone." Every stroke felt good, my swing was strong and powerful. My arms extended and my wrists snapped at just the right time. My hips opened and my head stayed down at the ball. My batting coach had a good vibe going, and I was genuinely at peace for that hour. My headache dissipated within minutes of taking a few swings. I forgot about my math homework, and let out the pent up energy with every cut I took! Nothing took my mind of my swing, and if I fouled one off it didn't bother me. I, without a doubt, experienced flow while batting today. It left me exhilarated! I had a better temperament leaving than I did going in. Which is the sure sign of flow.
Flow doesn't have to be an athletic activity, it could be reading, playing music, or a lot of other things. But when it happens you just know. It's awesome!

Angels

I think angels exists. I think they are used for God's Devine purpose, and I think humans can be God's angel when God calls upon them to be. I don't think it has to be conscious either.
I bring this up because I think I got a much needed and friendly visit from one kind soul today. I was standing in Fred Meyers waiting for my dad, and I saw this old man walking from the check out counter to the door, he hobbled at a minuscule pace with a cane. His eyes were deep and dark. His glasses magnified them as they look up across the way to meet eyes with me! We made eye contact, and it made me think of my grandpas. I lost both of them this past summer, in very different ways, but lost both of them none-the-less. My grandpa who lived in Washington (WA) passed away in June. My other grandpa who lived in Arizona (AZ) passed away in September.
The way this man walked reminded me of my last trip to the grocery store with my AZ grandpa, I remember we roamed the isles together, bought his favorite ice cream, and chocolate ice cream bars, we bought pizza, and peaches too. This old man's physical presence was that of my AZ grandpa as well. The way this man had his face, reminded me of the last Christmas I got to spend with my WA grandpa, the way his face used to look after he brought in the firewood, or something, to maintain the fire. Or as my WA grandpa used to look singing in his church choir. His cain resembled my grandpa's also. I smiled at the older gentleman cause of these lovely memories he provoked.
What happened next I did not expect. He reads the word "fastpitch" on my sweatshirt, comes closer to me and asks if I play. I lit up at the fact that he noticed me, and spoke to me! I kindly said I did! He then asked "where do you play?" I said "mostly outfield," and he then gently took my right hand and cupped it between his two elderly big hands and said "that's great... My daughter played there too! She loved it!" I said that I enjoy it so much, and then he shuffled on his way toward the door, leaving my hand frozen there.... My AZ grandpa used to grab my hand JUST like then when he said something he really meant! He also was notorious for coming up and talking to strangers just like that! I don't think that old man will ever know how much that one minute conversation will mean to me.
I think he was the kind of unconscious angel God sends.
So tonight, my prayers go to this older gentleman, I don't know if he believes in God, I don't know his family situation, I don't know his health, but I know he was used to reassure me my grandpas are safe and happy in heaven today and are watching over me :)

Comfort Zone

Lately I have been trying to step out of my comfort zone more. I have been trying to do new things and not be so apprehensive about going different places and meeting new people. To really do so I have to identify my comfort zone and then identify whats out of it that I want to try to do.
One's comfort zone is determined by a lot of factors. Mostly by where the care giver's comfort level is, what they deem is within reason and what they deem not. Where they set their standards. It can be determines very much by social circles, and what friends have their comfort zone defined as.
I personally have a very limited zone! If I haven't done it, tasted it, met the person, or heard of the experience before, I have issues with it. For example, I know energy drinks won't kill me, and the effects will wear off, but it is way outside of my comfort zone to drink one! It just doesn't fly with me! I have a super hard time talking to people I haven't met for a long span of time as well. Not as in, I can't talk to the bank teller when I'm at the bank, it's more like I can't talk to this girl I sit next to everyday in my psychology class. It just freaks me out, I feel awkward, shy, lame, and many other emotions. My comfort zone is to small, and I want to change that.
See, I think people who never try to stretch their comfort zone miss out on things, on life experiences. A lot of people in my social circle are perfectly content in their zone. They don't feel the need to expand their circle. They hang with the same people, doing the same things, cause that is what is fun and familiar to them. Which I somewhat understand. But I also look at the way humans develop, the late teens and early 20's (the category in which I dwell) is THE TIME to expand your comfort zone! It's when you explore the world without your parents. It is a crucial milestone to step out of your comfort zone at this age. Just as crawling is a crucial milestone for toddlers. I'm not saying I'm now going to start downing energy drinks and meeting strange people everyday, but I'm going to try to talk to that girl in my psychology class, I'm going to try that noodle dish on the menu I've never tried, I'm going to apply for that internship, cause thats how you expand your comfort zone!
A bigger comfort zone will open up more opportunities for me in the long run, it will build up character and confidence. I will learn not to be so dependent on knowing all the people around me, which will force me to make new connections. College will be a huge comfort zone expander, mostly cause I will get in a car with all my belongings, go live in a town that I've never lived in, without my parents and where I know virtually nobody, and will still have to go to school.

My main point is, my comfort zone is this big --->  (  )     and I want it to be this big --->  (         )
cause I want to better myself while the opportunities present themselves.