I LOVE my toes.

I love my toes. They are skinny as all get out, and remind of fingers, and Cheetos on occasion- because of their shape. I can pick up objects with my toes and they make shoes look great on me.

I LOVE Myself.

On my tumblr, I am already on Day 3 of my self-issued challenge, and I realized I need to post it on my blogger as well. :)

I’m doing self-issued challenge to post 15 things I like love about myself, starting later tonight.

I will include a photo of most of these things, and an explanation why I love them.

I am doing this because self-hatred is a horrible thing, but almost every girl has at least one or two things she doesn’t like about herself. I’ve been called conceited for saying I DO like things about myself, and there is definitely something wrong with that picture.

So, I've been told by many a person that my future career is unrealistic. But, is it really?
What is the definition of unrealistic? Isn't it something akin to unattainable? Well, my friends, the job of writing about the latest designer or hippest nail color has been attained by many. Cosmo, Glamour, Elle, Vogue, Marie Claire, and many other magazines have at least 2 people writing for fashion. That's at least 10 people for fashion. Those people will retire and the next fresh crop of writers will sweep in and take their spots.
So I say, NO, it's not unrealistic.
It will, though, take some work to get to the big magazines.

Teen freeway

http://buzz.teenfreeway.com/z/11/CD26087

Cherish it.

There's this girl at school who is complaining because her boyfriend broke up with her.
"Life sucks," she says. "My life is over."
Well, Chickidee, it doesn't and it's not. There are people out there who are worse off than you, and I'm not even talking about those in poverty-ridden countries, like Haiti or Ethiopia. I'm talking about people right here, in the state of Texas.
My friend Kathy's* mom had her at age 16. She had been raped and was under the influence of drugs until she found out she was pregnant. She had Kathy and kept her. She met and married a man named Dee*, who was at least 10 years her senior, when she was 21. She had another daughter by the time she was 22 named Sally*, and then a couple years later, another girl named Briana*.
All was well with the family until Dee was killed in a car accident in 2005. After that, Dee's family ostracized his wife, and Kathy.
Kathy's mom moved the whole family out to Texas to live near her parents in Dallas.While in Dallas, Kathy's mom met a guy online on a gamer's site. They started dating and she got pregnant. They married, and he moved down from New Jersey. Kathy's mom became jealous of Kathy, especially when Kathy was around Charles*. Kathy was 13 when this started. Kathy's mom kicked Kathy out of the house when Kathy was a freshman, and Kathy moved to live with her grandmother in another town.
Kathy moved back in with her mom six to eight months later,and the new family moved to the same town as her grandma.

All was well, except for the name calling by Kathy's mom- along the lines of slut, whore, bitch, etc.
Kathy's biological dad started talking to Kathy through Myspace. Kathy visited him in Australia, and then decided to move there, because her mother was so verbally abusive.
She met her dad's fiance, and made fast friends with their friends. Her dad got more and more controlling and wouldn't let her go anywhere unless he or his fiance were with her. She arrived in Australia in late December, but was not enrolled in school until May. Kathy realized she would probably have to do her sophomore year all over again unless she was placed in school, so she asked to go back home, and her dad said he had no money to buy her a plane ticket.
Kathy's mom, in America, bought her ticket. Kathy arrived home in the States in June. She found out her grandparents had paid for the plane ticket, and then had made bad financial decisions and were collecting what Kathy owed them. They told her she had until she was 18, which at the time was only two months away, to pay them back $2000.00. Also, Kathy's mom stopped recieving social security payments on Kathy from her deceased husband's Social security, and Kathy started receiving a smaller amount. Kathy had to open a bank account now that she was 18 years old. Kathy had started a new school year, her junior year, in a new town, also thanks to her parents.

Her parents then moved to another town. Kathy wanted to finish the school year, so she moved in with her boyfriend's family. She bought a car with her money, but her mother still had access to it. Kathy had $600.00 set aside for car repairs and for prom shopping, and her mother, from another town, spent it "accidentally".

All this shows that there is always someone whose life sucks, just as there's always someone whose life rocks.
Cherish it.



* Names have been changed for security reasons.

What being Pro- Anything REALLY means.

I may be young, and REALLY have only about 2 years of actual interest in politics and the goings on there under my belt, but I like to believe I have a pretty good understanding of what democracy is all about. It's about freedom; having the ability to be able to decide for yourself. That said, there should be limits. Too much of a good thing can turn into a bad thing.

Pro-Choice, to me, is not the same thing as Pro- Abortion. It summarizes, in this label,exactly what our Founding Fathers built this country on. It is about having the CHOICE to choose whether or not to keep the fetus. (I call it a baby, but apparently it is WRONG for Pro-Choicers to call it that. Apparently, it's hypocritical.) Back to my point: Pro-Choice is letting a WOMAN decide what to do with HER OWN BODY!
Also, in a side note, just because a person in PRO-CHOICE doesn't mean they will not grieve for their loss. They will. It doesn't mean they hate babies. The thought of abortion isn't something to be taken lightly. It's serious. There are cases, such as Rape, where the mother is emotionally unstable or can be emotionally unstable.
Pregnancy is expensive, so financial situations can also lead to this decision. Medical decisions can also. The system of Adoption and such isn't the best, so that can be a factor in the mother's decision.
I don't think it should be done because the father wishes it. It should be done if the mother AND, not OR, the father cannot RESPONSIBLY take care of the growing baby, if that makes sense.
In my point of view, Passing laws concerning a Woman's body is unconstitutional, although it did take years and years for us to get the right to vote, so...

Men, especially those in POLITICS, need not concern themselves with this. Unless they are the father of the unborn or of the mother, or somehow related in another way, it doesn't involve them.
You can have your opinions, but FORCING someone not to do something is just as bad as forcing someone to do something.

This leads me to Pro-Gun. You don't have to carry a gun, or even own one. I realize that there have been situations where guns have hurt more than they have helped, but there have also been cases where being able to carry a gun would have saved lives.
EXAMPLE: The Luby's Shooting in Killeen, Texas, where Suzanna Hupp saw her parents be killed. Had she been able to carry her handgun into the Luby's restaurant, she could have injured the killer and saved lives.
MODERATION! LIMITS!
Yes, they are necessary, but going extremely against or extremely for is not!

Being Pro-Gay Marriage doesn't mean you are gay. In my opinion, it means you view a HUMAN couple as just that and nothing more or nothing less.
There are those who bring their faith into the argument, but a Gay or Lesbian is a person. Does their being in love harm you? If so, I can see why you would object. Myself, I don't see the harm in true love.


And that is what being PRO- Anything REALLY means.

The Fashion and Beauty

My future career is so very connected to the fashion and beauty world. I aspire to be a fashion/beauty industry journalist. I want to be that stylish gal sitting in the front row at a fashion show of some amazing designer like Proenza Schouler or Zac Posen, with my laptop or pen and note pad and my handy dandy Star Bucks Venti Frappuccinno. I want to be the next Kate White! Or Cindy Lieve!

As someone who is immersing herself so deeply into the treacherous path that is fashion, I understand that there are villains in every nook and cranny. They come in the shape of editors and other journalists, and fashion designers, but the scariest ones are the ones that I would be writing for. The consumers.
And this leads me to my question: Why is it that women, and some men, have to find fault with a person’s appearance, specifically? Why can’t a women of a certain size just be accepted and admired. Why does one need a preference for curves or for straight lines?

And why is it that women dress to look curvy when they aren’t curvy and dress to look skinny when they aren’t skinny? There’s this one body ideal that everybody wants to achieve, but no one can agree on which shape it is.
I hope, for the future, we can all appreciate our shapes.

Harry Potter Fanatic

I’m doing a challenge. As a self-proclaimed Harry Potter fan, I am going to read each book of the series, and after I finish the book, I’m going to watch the respective movie. I am going to do this with my AP schoolwork and other activities. Should be fun.
Also, the only books I’ve ever actually read in the series are books 6 and 7. I’ve seen all the movies, though.

Who knows? I may start comparing the books to the movies and become one of those annoying people. :)

Britt.

A is for Argh...and Alzheimer's.

Argh. It's the sound that a pirate makes. It's the sound my AP English 3 teacher makes- very creepy by the way- and it is also the sound I make after dealing with my grandparents.

This past week, I contracted some sort of Upper Respiratory Infection Virus thing. I threw up all over my friend K's very nice powder room..while a bunch of older ladies were out in the living room..looking at pretty jewelry. Yeah. Real nice. I missed the toilet- the lid was down ( as it should be!) and I wasn't quick enough, so chick-fil-a goes all over the top of the lid and the wall...DISGUSTING!
I go out to tell K's mom that I just threw up in her nice, really pretty bathroom. She's like, "Ok. It's fine."
Thank you. :)
I tell my mom in the car, and she says, "You missed the toilet? How?" Gee thanks, Mom.

Then, I wake up on and off through out the night, vomiting up whatever else was left, until there's nothing left. I develop a bad cough. Like, majorly bad, along with serious congestion.
Hmm..maybe it's the FLU?
Nope, Doctor nixed that on Monday, when I went to see him.
It's like the flu, but not the flu.

I've missed 3 days of school because of this illness, and am set to stay home tomorrow, as well. Whatever.
Today, though, my dear grandfather tried to take care of me.

My grandparents are 75 and 73, and both well on their way to the loony bin. Well, not really. My grandfather has Alzheimer's disease and as my mom and aunt and uncle say doesn't know his butt from his elbow, at times. My grandmother's really not any better, except for the fact that she knows which elbow.

GP: You up on your meds?
ME: Yes.
GP: Fluids?
Me: Yup.
GP: Ok. Well, if you need us, holler.
Me: Ok.

Not bad. Actually, kinda sweet.
Not so sweet an hour or two hours later.
My phone rings. It's my grandfather telling me I need to eat.
"I already ate."
"what did you have?"
"a sandwich."
"Who told you you could have that?"
"Who told me? No one told me."
"You've got stomach problems right?"
"NO. I've got congestion and coughing problems."
ANYWHO...
God Bless Alzheimer's patients AND their families and caretakers.