I wonder how offensive I sound...

If one more shirtless, sweaty, black guy tries to add me on facebook...
Yes, 12 in the past two weeks have tried to add me.

I am in no way racist...
But what is going on here?If you're not shirtless feel free to...
add me on facebook!

But speaking of being black,
All I've been doing today is sketching.
And the whole side of my hand and arm is BLACK.
It's crazy.

Have you ever heard of a game called B.B.Butcher?
...
NEVER EVER PLAY IT.
The rules are as follows:
Punch the living SHIT out of someone when they say a word that starts with the letter 'B' repeatedly untill they say "B.b.butcher."

...WHO CAME UP WITH THIS GAME.
The first time I ever played it, I played it with my softball team.
And those girls.. are pretty strong.

We were at Buffalo wild wings,
(<3)
And of course, being stupid, I sat next to Nikki.
Nikki isn't exactly small...and can hit... hard.
She smoked me in the ribs so hard I thought I was gonna cry.
I was honestly scared for my life.

And for like... Three weeks at school, me and my friends played it non-stop.
Most horrible game ever invented.
I've never been so sore in my life.
I don't reccomend it.

Well, My dad is forcing a "Family movie night" Apon me.
Since when do we do things as a family?
So I have to cut this short.

I'm going to start posting from my phone too.
Like my little post about that stupid propel water?
...Wow I'm stupid.

And thanks Katt for posting my blog on your tumblr, You're the best!

I just shot propel zero water up my nose.
...I'm a winner at life.

Creepy Steven Tyler singing stalkers, and Zoboomafo.

It's 12:27 AM.
Sleeping is for fags.

I got to harass my friend at work today.
And got her in trouble with her boss.
MWAHAHA.
No worries, im working on getting her a new job.

MOVING ON.
Story time!
I'd like to tell you about the time me and my friend Casey were stalked.
Well, We walked up to a gas station by my house.
To get peace teas.
(PEACE TEA <3)
So we walk in. Get our cans-o-tea.
But as I'm walking to the cash register,
his guy.. with a bike.. in the store... looks at me and says:
"You're not heavy. The only thing about you that's heavy is maybe your shoe."
I kinda smiled and nodded because I has said NOTHING about being heavy.
So he keeps talking and I just nod and slowly walk away. We pay for our drinks and we leave. As we're walking back to my house I hear,
"HEY! WAIT! STOP!"
I'm thinking to myself, Shit shit shit... Casey do NOT turn around... Please please pleaseee.Sure enough, She turns around.
So we end up, talking to the creepy guy with the bike.
This man is clearly mentally unstable.
He talked about how we should watch out for high fructose corn syrup, how bacon is bad for us and we should eat turkey, how we have no celluites, then some more about the dangers of high fructose corn syrup and blah blah blah.
So FINALLY we get free. And were walking away.
THE MAN PULLS UP NEXT TO US ON HIS BIKE...
And says:
"Which one of you is the singer?"
Of course being me I instantly go, "CASEY! SHE IS! SHE'S THE SINGER!" and let her talk to him.
So he's saying," I knew it because I'm psychic!"
(In my head im saying, more like pyscotic... )
So this crazy man, who by the way looks about 45,
Is now trying to get Casey to sing.
She's freaking out saying she doesn't know what to say.
So he starts naming off all these people and she's shaking her head.
(I'm watching people pull into Krogers, staring them down like HELP ME.)
And finally he gets to Steven Tyler.
Apprently Casey didn't know who Steven Tyler was..
So this guy decided to SING some Steven Tyler for us...
Gotta admit.. the guy wasn't too bad.
But I'm pretty smart so all of a sudden I go, "We have to go Casey! I told my dad we'd be home in 3 minutes!"
And finally ... We escaped.

Crazy day.

OH and by the way. I wacthed ZOBOOMAFO today.

HECK YES.
That, is a legit show.

I was at my friend Tori's house and we yelled to her little brother who is 13,
"ZABOOMAFO IS ON!"
He leaves his video game...
BLACK OPS...
And comes running into the livingroom to watch it with us.
What a man!

So all day, I've been singing "Go make animal friend today!"

Sometimes I worry about myself...

What ever happened to baseball..?

The most important topic in all of America...Baseball.And what a JOKE it's becoming.I'm from Toledo, Ohio, home of the minor leauge baseball team.. The mudhens.
It's cool to go to thier games for me because I'm a huge Tigers fan and basically the Tigers and the mudhens go hand in hand. Like the mudhens are thier feeder team. So today, ever if he doesnt play for the Tigers anymore... Which is stupid... I got to see Brandon Inge play. (Well.. He was designated hitter.)

Enough about specifics blah blah blah. I know some of you probally aren't into baseball.

So, About the game I went to today..

My boyfriend Jeff Salazar hit me a home run which tied the game up and then hit the winning run in during extra innings for me!
(He's like what.. 15 years older than me? I need a life..)

But between every inning some idiots had to run out onto the the field and do something completely and totally unnessisary.
Examples:
People is masscot uniforms racing.
Sponcered t-shirts and or baseballs being shot into the crowd.
Shooting sasuages into the crowd. (Alright, when some guy got smoked in the head with one.. I had to laugh.)
People sitting on fake horses racing.
Two legged races.

... I CAME FOR BASEBALL... WTH...

Not to mention ALL they did was play music constantly.. like those little things where people clap along? C'mon its fun every now and then but 16 times and inning?

OH AND they threw out... 12 first pitches? Seriously.. A pitch can only be FIRST so many times..

Sometimes... I wonder how America can take such a wonderful game and turn it into.. this.

Hello, Akward first post...

First posts are always so akward!Like, Honestly.
So How about we have...

Story Time.

Well. This is my sixth attempt at a blog. All before it have FAILED. Miserably.
And I think I finally found out some reasons to why that is.

Reason #1: I need to learn how to type in my email CORRECTLY.

There is a blog out there, EXACTLY like this one.

All because I mistyped my email.

And now I can't access it.

I was in a RAGE.

Now, Reason number two wasn't so simple to figure out.

I thought, Maybe it's because I didn't have enough time.

WRONG. I have NO soical life.

I have nothing but time.

Maybe it's because I ran out of things to talk about?
HAHAHA.
Yeah, Try living a day in my life.
It's never boring, I'll tell you that.

Well, maybe it's be because I tried to post everyday?
No.
I tried posting twice a week.. once a week.. Didn't work.
I'd miss a day and feel awful so I'd never post again.
Dramatic?
Yes.

Reason #2: Was in fact...
I tried to keep my blog on a schedule.
WHY did I think that was a good idea?
NOTHING about my life is on a schedule.
Nothing.
Not to mention I have the worst memory of any human being walking this planet.

SO, I promise NOT to post on a schedule.

And I'll try to post as much as possible.

See, Now that wasn't too akward.