@4#*$!

As many of my friends will tell you, I love profanity. I curse like a sailor. In fact, pirates have nothing on me. Here's the reason, I genuinely love cursing. As an English major, I am in a constant love affair with words, from poetry and 'high-brow" literature to dialects and made-up words (aka real words that Webster hasn't approved of yet, such as puddlejumpers (rain boots).

A lot of people tell me that using profanity makes me sound ignorant and tacky. Maybe it does. Whatever. I am capable of employing scholarly diction alongside the educated individuals of modern day civilization/society. It's not difficult to crack open a thesaurus. However, it takes a true word lover to pull off cussing.

My favorite word in the English language is the F-bomb. (Unfortunately, I gave up all of these words as a part of Lent, a religious custom that I celebrate, so I will only be alluding to them in this post) It can be used as any part of speech, the best a word chameleon. Amazing. ****ing amzing. Everything sounds more powerful with a nice F bomb in front of it.  And sometimes, when you stub your toe or spill coffee on your laptop (like I just did), a perfectly uttered/scoffed piece of profanity can be a beautiful thing. Deep down, I truly believe that swearing upon one of these instances can decrease the pain of the event.

Basically, as long as you use these words in their proper context (i.e. not in front of an employer or young child), and not to hurt anyone else, I say, go for it (Unless, of course, someone really screws you over. In that case, release the cursing kraken!).

Thankfully, at the end of March, I will once again regain my ability to use the amazing words as often as I please and the situation will allow.

Have a *$&#@ awesome day!

Fantasy Shopping (in my closet)

     A while ago, I did a post about fantasy shopping. While I finding the pictures, it occurred to me that maybe, just maybe, I should be grateful for the clothes and other fun things that I already have. Instead of making this a lecture post on how we should be grateful for everything (because no one really wants to read that), I decided to take this moment to showcase all of the awesome things that I already own.

Special thanks to my best friend, Maddie, for letting me use her camera, since mine is so many different levels of broken.

Keep in mind, I am a poor college student and not a photographer, not even the amateur kind that takes pictures for Flickr and Instagram or whatever. Thanks!

 This is my typical wannabe hipster wall collage. A must for all college dorms, and it took me like two hours, so I kinda love it a lot. Taking it down at the end of this school year is going to be hell though.

Part of my drawers, some books for class/my own enjoyment, Woodstock mug, African Piano from the camp that I worked at last summer, octopus bracelet that my camp counselor friend Clare (she is a boss at anything artistic) made me because she knows that I like krakens/octopi, and sunglasses for my upcoming camp season and summer (wishful thinking).

Eiffel tower lamp that one of my friends drew on last year (the drawing continues and flows all of the way around the lamp), continuing the kraken theme.

 

The only nice thing about winter is the fact that sweaters are everywhere. I make sure to buy bright fun ones (especially yellow ones), just so that the greyness of the season doesn't pull me down.

All of my tea making supplies, and some random supplies that my artsy friends and I found by my school's railroad tracks.

Beanies are the easiest fix for when curly hair frizzes up, and I love the ease of slipping them on and the statement that they make.

The white converse on the left have paint on them from when my friends and I went to Dayglow a while ago. I love wearing them for the memories.

My aunt bought me the fringe as a welcome-to-college gift, and the red boots were a thrift store find (my mom wanted a pair because she inspired by the Julianne Hough version of Footloose, so I let her borrow them occasionally).