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Erin-ness (Kat-Erin?) THE GIRL ON FIRE

picstitchIt looks even brighter in the sun. I LOVE IT. MUCH BETTER. I’m gonna take even more pictures to show how fucking bright it is!

Also here’s the results of my totally awesome henna tattoo I gave myself and let flake off naturally:

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I had to edit that picture to even get you to see that there is a slight orange tint on my skin. Note to self: The mix you choose to use for your hair will not stain your skin as much, because you decided lemon juice was too much for your already damaged hair. You dumbo.

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Excuses, Excuses (But I really do have a plan in mind)

I know I said I would resume posting regularly again, but I decided to wait for this last appointment of April here and then I could give you a big ‘ole round-up of what’s been going on. It’s tomorrow, so even though I know you are all so desperately waiting on me (heh) I’ll be posting my experiences again soon.

Until then, have this picture. I call it: stop yelling at yourself

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The picture is very grainy because I am too impatient to find the best light settings on my iPhone so I just picked one and said fuck it, you can see me, you can see the sky, you can see enough basic details, we’re good.

I will also tell you that I have since henna-ed my hair after that picture was taken and It Is Quite Bright. Also, it is incredibly difficult to do and it smells terrible and I had a headache from the smell of it plus twenty pounds of goop on my head for several hours. And as usual, the same spots I always miss (OR INSANELY don’t seem to take ANY hair color) are still dark blonde. So once this oxidizes I am going to do a small “retouch batch” to fix these spots. And I think next tome I won’t use any lemon juice. Or maybe just a tiny amount. My hair was already very damaged because I dye it a lot, but it feels dry as hell right now. Need to get to some deep conditioning, yo.

Fortunately I never feel better than when I am a redhead so the brightness doesn’t bother me. I just need to get used to the henna process, fine-tune my method for what works best for me.

PS: I think I accidentally splatter-henna-ed some more freckles on my arms. Hahaha! 🙂

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MIA

In descending order, I give you: Why I’ve Been Gone for Basically a Month.

  1. Here’s the thing about living in-between mountains. Any and all service is completely unreliable. Cell phone service? Internet? Television? Don’t count on it. Don’t rely on it. Make sure you have other things you can do at all times because you never know if you will have service.
    1. My point is, for our wonderful mountain valley, the internet went out for everyone in roughly a 20 mile radius. I mean, it’s like the internet was deleted for everyone. You couldn’t get it through cable, satellite… other common methods…People couldn’t even connect to the internet using their 3G/4G/etc. service on their phones. Occasionally you’d hear about someone getting service on their phones and it’d be dial-up-era slow.
  2. After nearly two weeks, the internet got fixed. I don’t know how, I don’t even understand how it was gone, but it was fixed. Well, this outage fell during our pay the bills time and since we didn’t actually have internet, my mother was not reminded to pay the bill. (And we were kiiind of behind on that to begin with.) So when it came back, we hadn’t paid, and we still didn’t have internet.
  3. My phone doesn’t actually have a data plan. I’ve never been able to use my phone for internets unless there was wifi available for me.
  4. Lastly, by the time our internet was reinstated, I’d fallen out of habit of blogging. I’d sit in bed and think huh, I could be blogging right now, but I wouldn’t get up and do it because once I break a habit, it is incredibly hard to get back into the swing of things.

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Here’s a screenshot of my phone right now. I’m sitting in my room and it says I don’t have cell service. There’s no reason for this! I don’t have a dead spot in my room, I normally have full range in my apartment. Mountains just suck.

Regular posts to begin again. I promise. Well, I promise I’ll try.

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Black Cat’s Plans Foiled Again

You will never believe it.

IT’S FRIDAY THE 13TH AGAAAAIIIINNNN!

Because the last one was in February so that means the days are exactly the same! Yay!

Unfortunately, this comes with some bad news. My black cat, who was plotting mischievously last month on Friday the 13th…

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appears to have escalated her plans. Today, I caught her walking under a totally not pretend barstool-turned ladder, and with a hammer next to a mirror, clearly intending to smash it. She’s devious, I tell you!

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Sneaking around…

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Oh no! She’s been caught!

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Viewing Your Parents as You Become an Adult (AKA dealing with new information about parents)

I skipped two whole days of blogging! What a tragedy*** for you guys! You must have been devastated!

Just kidding. Truth is, I’ve just been sick. Caught a cold or something and I’ve been laying in bed all day Mon/Tue shivering my ass off and since that’s boring as ALL HELL I got up and wrapped a blanket around myself to keep warm while still sitting at my computer.

*** Side note: I actually wrote “travesty” here first, but it didn’t look right. So I googled it and it totally does not mean what I thought it meant. The weird thing is, every time I’ve heard it being said, they used it as “something terrible, tragedy, devastating” etc. A few entries down on UrbanDictionary confirms this, but wow. I’ve basically been using this word wrong my entire life. End side note. 🙂

So I found out something completely MAJOR about my dad. When we lived in CA, we used to go camping a lot. I loved camping. It was great. I loved playing outside in the forest/woods and playing in the water of waterfalls and trying to catch critters to bring home.

Well, there was one camping trip that we took with uh… three or four of my dad’s “friends”. Quotes because my dad… I dunno. He’s doesn’t particularly like like these people (or anyone really) but he also doesn’t like having no friends so he still associates with people he love/hates. Anyway, we went camping with them. My sister’s gotta be 3 or 4, so that makes me about 9 or 10 at the time. Apparently, completely unbeknownst to me, his friends brought mushrooms (yes, the magical drug kind) on the trip. My dad partook with his friends while my mom watched after my sister and I. I couldn’t believe it! My dad let it slip in a conversation a few days ago, and my mom clearly still disapproves. As in, she wants to pretend it never even happened because otherwise she just gets mad at my dad.

It’s not like at that age I was to know what someone high as fuck was like, but apparently there was a lot of laughing and goofing off and acting like they were dumb teenagers, and I don’t recall that at all. I have very pleasant memories of this camping trip. I don’t remember my dad being out of it or acting strangely at all.

Additionally, it completely changes how I see my dad. I knew he smoked pot a lot before I was born, but he quit because my mom didn’t want it around the baby (aka WONDERFUL ME) and threatened to leave my dad if he didn’t stop. So, he did. I know he has since partaken a few more times, but on the whole, he’s not really done pot since.

I guess I’ve always kinda been daddy’s little girl and it just shocks me to know that since my sister and I have been alive, he’s actually still done drugs. In a completely recreational way, but… I don’t know. I know he’s human. I know he’s not perfect. I don’t expect him to be. I guess I just assumed that once he earned the title “dad” he stopped all the “bad” stuff and slowly began acting like a dad. Which he totally has, there’s just the addition of occasional drug use. I just can’t seem to wrap my mind around it.

I always knew that many of my problems (anxiety, depression, addiction) stemmed from his side of the family, because there have been suicides and alcoholism and drug addiction on that side of the family. My mom’s side has anxiety, too, but I think that’s about it. So I knew that there was always this possibility of slipping down those roads if I wasn’t careful, and hey look at that, that’s exactly what happened to me.

He’s still the same person. Nothing’s changed except what I know about him. But it doesn’t feel the same. I need to find a way to incorporate this new information into the same “MY DAD” brain file I got going on.

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A letter to the Bathroom Police

One of the biggest “trivial”[note] transgender issues I see all the time is bathroom stuff. Which bathroom to use, how there should be better accommodations for trans people and public restrooms. I have always found this so bizarre. I mean, I’m in my 20s now. I’ve been to many a public restroom (even though I don’t like it and prefer to wait until I get home.) If we say that I used a public bathroom (PB from now on) about 3 times a week since starting school, that means I’ve been in a PB 2,964 times in my life. And that’s most likely a low estimate. That’s including school restrooms, malls, stores, etc.

There have been a few times where I walked into the men’s PB because the ladies was down and everyone was being redirected there temporarily. There have been times where I just couldn’t find the ladies because it was located NOT directly near the men’s, so I went into the men’s anyway. There have been even more times where men have just walked into the ladies room. You know what we all did? Glance up, maybe give a look saying “Huh, that’s ballsy/impressive/etc.” and went back to washing our hands… because that’s the only reason you even see the guy walking in. Nobody said anything. Nobody did anything. Nobody screamed and went “AAAUUUGGGHHH THERE’S A BOY IN THE BATHROOM OH MY GOD SOMEONE CALL SECURITY!”

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Yeah this? Neeeeeeever happened.

What makes now so different? I understand that some people might be uncomfortable if they saw someone of the opposite gender in the bathroom, but who the hell cares? Men walking into “my” bathroom has happened many times in my life, and they just waltzed in to do their thing. They never made a big deal, we never made a big deal, end of story right?

Wrong.

Because apparently, more and more people are getting upset over a perceived “wrong gendered” person walking into their bathroom. I’m sorry, but since when did this become an issue? IT’S A BATHROOM FOR GOD’S SAKE. Who cares who’s in it? “Oh, but Erin, if a guy is in the ladies he can get creepy and be a sex offender or something!” THAT CAN HAPPEN AT ANY TIME, ANYWAY. If a guy wants to be a creep, he’s gonna be a creep regardless of whether you let anyone into any bathroom. That’s his problem. He’s a creep. Forcing someone out of the bathroom because you don’t think they belong in there isn’t going to stop a creep from being a creep! You’re just stopping a poor person who needs to pee from using the bathroom! What is wrong with you people?!

I’m not transgender. I have a few friends who are, but my experience with transgender bathroom issues is limited to stories and those episodes of Degrassi with Adam using the bathroom. Maybe some people are exaggerating how often it happens, but I sure as hell believe it’s at least based in truth, especially with this article that came out just two days ago (March 3 2015).

Why is it that whenever I enter a men’s room nobody gives me a hard time, nobody ejects me out of the room, but if a trans person does they get beaten like hell over it? And why is it that when a man enters the ladies (when I’m in there) nobody does anything, but if they’re trans suddenly it’s scream time and they get forced out and yelled at by the bathroom police (if not also attacked)?

I mean, this is just so completely baffling to me. There are so many issues out there that you can be getting angry about, but you’re getting mad that (you think) the wrong person has entered your bathroom?

I’m sorry, there was an actual point/end to this post, but I got caught up in angry-mode on why I can use a guys bathroom no problem (I mean no harassment, anything) but if someone is assumed to be trans suddenly there are issues.

So I guess this awkwardly ends this post. No resolution, just a girl wondering why you crazy bathroom police are arguing over someone using “your” bathrooms instead of fighting bigger issues like I dunno, homelessness, employment issues, violence+gang violence, medical care…

Although, I suppose you bathroom police don’t really care about those issues, either? Just the ones that let you tell other people who they are and how to conform to your standards.

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[note] I say trivial in the sense that we’re not talking about plain old harassment or bullying, or any of the major issues that trans people have to deal with on a regular basis, internally or externally. This is just “crap, I have to pee, which bathroom is going to be my best bet today”. And even then I understand how something as simple as going to the bathroom can be such an agonizing internal debate for many trans people. Thus, the reason of my post.

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Whoever told the internet that you could foil your own hair no problem is making a lot of money.

Disclaimer Disclaimer Disclaimer: I AM NOT A PROFESSIONAL HAIRSTYLIST/HAIR-COLORIST. Everything in this post is based on my own 10 years of hair-dying experience. DO NOT go directly from this post to the store, do more research if you plan on “professionally” dying your own hair. Be prepared to fuck up. I’m serious. Be prepared for something to go wrong, and you either accept it or head to the salon for a fixin’. 

So I was doing something pretty “basic” to my own hair. I say basic because I was not highlighting my entire head, and most of what I was doing was getting covered by hair anyway. A bit of a twist on peek-a-boo highlights. So on the crown of my head, I had created a star shape. Twist it out of the way, and outline the star in pale blonde. (My next step was to dye the whole thing red, I haven’t done it yet.)

But that’s it, just outline the star in foils. Ohohohohohohoooooooo, no, not so simple. Even after watching videos, and reading pages and pages of step by step tutorials, I come to the realization that this is nigh impossible to do on your own head! Holy crap. But I’d already started, so I needed to finish it. I’m just lucky I had picked something that was getting covered up anyway, because if I was trying to actually highlight my hair with foils I would have been in deep shit, and I would have needed to go to a salon to fix it.

DO NOT take the internet’s word for it. They will tell you it is simple enough, but it is NOT. The foils move, if your hair is long enough you’ll have a surprising amount of trouble fitting the rest of it on the foil (which will cause the foil to move), even with mirrors you can’t see the back of your head well enough to do something as simple as an outline.

It took me so long, I ended up taking some foils out before they were finished because even though the ends had not reached the right color, my hair was going to fall out. I know my old box bleach maximum time was something like 90 minutes, but this was 60 minutes and I had left it in longer than that just trying to finish all the foils in the first place. I didn’t even end up getting them right.

It’s not like this is my first foray into “professional” style hair dying. I’ve got a couple of box hair dyes left over for emergency fixes, but for a few years now most of my hair dying has been me at Sally’s, picking out colors and bottles of developer, etc. I’ve even done strange patterns where you follow “Zone 1” “Zone 2″ Zone 3”, and each zone is a different shade. I’m pretty experienced with this (without being an actual hairstylist) because mostly I don’t care what my hair looks like. I have been blessed with a skintone that will accept nearly every shade of hair, and when things get funky looking (I once had a blonde go wrong and left me with bright orange hair and white roots. Yep), I just keep them and say whatever now I look edgy and bad-ass as hell.

SO WITH THAT BEING SAID, here are my friendly tips:

  1. IF you are going to be attempting highlights (foil or not) skip the bleach. Bleach works fast, it’s easy to screw up, and after you bleach you need a toner on top. Unless you were going for highlights that are yellow… weirdo. :/
  2. In place of bleach, pick out a blonde that fits your skintone AS WELL AS fits your current hair (light ash, light golden, light neutral, etc.) You’re going to walk into Sally’s (or your local beauty supply store) and pick out little boxes of color. Some are creme, some are liquid. They will look something like this.

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  3. Part 1: Next grab a bottle of developer. Try to use the same brand as the box of color you picked. They’re made to work with each other, so use the same brand as much as possible. It’s certainly okay to use a different brand if you really want to/need to, but if you can, just don’t even bother. Another note: NEVER NEVER EVER mix two different brands of developer together. I DON’T CARE IF THEY SAY THEY ARE THE SAME VOLUME. You cannot guarantee they are the same formulation, and why bother risking it on your hair? Anyway, developer looks like this.

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    Part 2: Okay so you see how they say different volumes? That does not refer to how much is inside the bottle. Instead, it means how much color will lift out of your hair, and how quickly. 10 Vol means it will be lifting almost nothing and pretty much just depositing color. Perfect for if you are going darker, nothing else. I’ll give some examples for novice hair dyers.

    1. Say you are a natural light blonde, and you want some platinum highlights. If you used a 40 Vol developer, you hair will lighten so quickly you might not be done highlighting the rest of your hair! In this example, I would recommend using a 20 or 30 Vol developer. It will lift your hair to your desired level, but slowly enough to let you get through your whole process.
    2. Say you are a natural medium brunette, and you want some natural looking highlights. If you used a 40 Vol developer, it would get you there quickly, but probably too quickly. At this volume, you risk unknowingly leaving it in your hair too long, and you will be left with strange blonde (if you’re lucky, orange if you’re unlucky) streakiness in your hair instead of nice pretty highlights. In this example, I would recommend using 20 Vol developer and wait wait wait. It is better to use a lower volume and have the process take longer than to use a higher volume and risk ruining your hair so that you need professional fixing. In addition, as a brunette, I wouldn’t recommend using blonde highlights at all. The lightest you should use is a “dark blonde”, otherwise I’d stick with the “2-3 shades lighter” you always hear.

What’s that? Your pretty highlights didn’t turn out how you thought? You’re left with yellow pieces in your hair?

TONER TONER TONER. You can do this one of two ways. First, you can use a demi-permanent blonde in a lighter shade than your highlights because demi-permanents are deposit only. If you use a matching shade or darker, you WILL darken your entire head of hair.

Second, you can use an actual toner. They are boxes just like the professional hair dye ones, only these say TONER on them. This will be best if you’ve tried to go platinum and it didn’t get all the way there. Also, they’re just nice and easy to mix if you want two different toners in your hair. Easy-peasy.

Toning your hair should be fast. I’m talking 5 minutes, 10 absolute maximum. You are risking turning your hair purple or blue or green while you tone if you go any longer than that. This is why when you tone, you typically apply it to your entire head. It’s easy, It’s kind of like shampooing, but in sections. You’d take a large section of hair, quickly plop some toner on it, rub it through to make sure it’s all coated, then move on to the next section. When I tone, at the end, I typically use the left over mixture to massage throughout all my hair, really making sure I am getting everything. I know there’s other toners out there, but Wella toners are probably the most common (outside of using demi-permanent to tone) and that’s all I’ve ever used. Here’s an example.

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That’s it! Everything I’ve said also applies to full head applications. Instead of just picking out where you want to highlight, you would apply all over your head, using your normal method (bottle, bowl and brush, whatever). So here’s hoping any of you adventurous types can learn from my mistakes. Good luck, and don’t forget the deep conditioner!

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I am not a YouTube personality, sorry.

Someone left me a comment saying that I should basically re-do all my blog posts in video format so they can watch them on YouTube. I deleted the comment because that’s dumb, but it did give me something to talk about.

I sat in bed thinking about why I didn’t start a vlog or something. I thought about all the people I do watch on YouTube. I’ve got JennaMarbles, Laina, Superfruit, various music channels (including Superfruit’s own PENTATONIX, ahhhhh), and makeup channels. Even the makeup channels I sub to aren’t all about makeup. Ingrid Nilsen, Grav3yardgirl, Madeyewlook. They each do things other than “here is how to apply eye shadow”.

And so if you ignore the music channels, you’d see that everyone I subscribe to is a charismatic person. They can talk to the camera. They are engaging. They have a personality that shows up on camera.

I do not.

I am a quiet, soft-spoken person. And sure, I could create a persona that shows up on camera, but I’m not an actress, and I’m sure that it wouldn’t be very consistent. You’d be able to tell that I was faking something.

I feel like the majority of my personality comes out as me being sarcastic about something. I’m not saying I have no personality, but I just think it doesn’t work well unless we are in person. On camera I’m sure I would fall flat, because I am quiet, I take a long time to form actual sentences, and I’m not concise. Hell, you can tell that just from my posts. If I get careless or I’m venting or I just plain don’t feel like properly editing, everything becomes a run-on sentence. Or it’s off topic. Or it’s a long-winded explanation of something incredibly simple.

Every one of my blog posts could probably turn into a 20 minute video instead of the 5-7 minute video it needs to be. People aren’t going to watch me! I wouldn’t even watch me. I get bored and distracted during half of the videos I do watch. Sometimes I watch a video 3-4 times just to actually see the whole thing because I started thinking about other things and forgot I was watching a video.

On another note, while I was thinking about this, I kind of feel like the time to get in on YouTube ended in 2012. I don’t think I could realistically start a channel now and have it gain any kind of popularity because there’s so much saturation now. That, combined with my non-YouTube personality? I’d just get lost in the crowd and my messages would never be heard. I feel like, at least this way people can scan and read what they want. Everything’s tagged, so if you don’t want to read about my life other than the medications, you can do that. Like, I try to make it as easy as possible for people to get only the content they want out of my blog. There are some random regular life stories on here, and they are in their own category, completely separate from the Vyvanse/Mental Health categories. You can’t really skim through a YouTube video of someone talking about how meds are affecting them.

Anyway, that’s pretty much it. I’m on a blog because I don’t have the charisma or patience to be on camera. Think Easy A’s webcam portions, but with her unintentionally looking way more bored about it.

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PS did you guys catch this in Easy A? Guillaume’s of Ojai = Frederick’s of Hollywood? I burst out laughing in the theatre when I saw it and I was the only one. I guess it didn’t help that I lived (still live) in a small town but I grew up in LA. People know what Frederick’s is in LA.

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My Sister Turned 18 and My Carpal Tunnel Came Back

Yesterday my sister turned 18. She’s 18. She’s fucking 18. I can’t handle that. I mean, I’m freaking out like mad, I can only imagine how my parents feel. My parents have two adults. I mean, my sister’s still in high school, but still. Two whole legal adults.

My sister isn’t really doing anything with her life and I can’t help but feel like I’ve let her down in a way. I was the big sister, I was the one she looked up to, got jealous of, etc. And I made mistake after mistake and I was a big fuckup for a few years. I don’t really consider myself a fuckup now, but I’m moving (my life) at a much slower pace than I feel I should be and… I don’t know, it’s like I’m not setting a good example for her. She never applied to any colleges, she’s never had a job, we have no idea if we’re even going to be in this state by the next “school year”… I don’t know why that part matters but it feels like it fits in.

I know… I know, ultimately, that she has to take control of her own life and I can’t hold myself responsible for what she’s doing, but… hell I don’t even know where I’m going with this.

I guess, I just knew growing up that I was heralded as this amazing child (She’s so smart! She’s going to a great college! She’s _______ and ________ and wonderful, yay Erin!) and my sister had to live in my shadow for a while. She was very different from me from the start and we were (…still are…) 6+ years apart so it’s not like she should have been expected to be anything like me. Her entire growing up experience was different than mine. I  think that’s what we bond over the most, having different experiences and being able to talk about them, teach them to each other, laugh over what we do have in common. But still I feel I let her down. When I started fucking up, maybe she saw that I wasn’t this golden child, I wasn’t perfect and maybe she took it the wrong way. instead of seeing that nobody was perfect, she saw that if I couldn’t do something, how on earth could she?

I’m speculating. I’m assuming a lot and I obviously don’t know what she is thinking and I’m kind of assuming negative thoughts instead of positive thoughts in her mind. I mean, that’s pretty presumptuous of me and kind of rude I think. (Duh, that’s like half of what presumptuous means. Just pretend I wanted to really drive home that I’m being an asshole right now.)

I don’t know. I guess… I just feel like I’ve screwed up a major part of my life and I don’t want her to think that I’m anyone to model their life after, like if I couldn’t handle something then she shouldn’t even try. Because she should. She comes home every week with some story that I’m so jealous of and I tell her every time. She actually comes home every day but I meant that there’s at least one story every week. I just don’t feel like re-writing any of my sentences right now, as you can tell, because I wouldn’t have to explain every other sentence like I am. Instead, they’d just be clear. But they’re not, and it’s hard typing with a brace on your hand[1], and I don’t feel like re-typing things.

At the same time, I also feel like I’m setting her up for failure by comparing her life to mine when I was her age. Who cares that I had a summer job before I was 18? Who cares that I had gotten into “good” colleges? That’s not her life. She might have something else planned for her life that I don’t even know about. Maybe when she graduates she’s planning on getting a job. Maybe she plans to take a year off to figure out what she wants to do. Maybe she has some ideas but simply hasn’t figured out how to implement them just yet.

Maybe she has nothing. I really hope that’s not true.

[1] Like the title says, my carpal tunnel came back. It’s hard to avoid when you spend so much freaking time on the computer typing like a maniac and you still haven’t gotten any of the cushion mousepads or keyboard rests. I bring this on myself, but it’s stupid because it’s fucking painful and it’s really simple to correct given that I know exactly how mine develops.

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I don’t know why I felt the need to take a picture to prove it to you guys. It’s a weird picture too. I had to bend my arm funny just to get the whole thing in the shot, and the logo is right on top of the brace so it looks like a strange ad. I couldn’t twist my arm in a way to hide it. It looks like I’m going hey here’s my brace made by MUELLER, for carpal tunnel that I TOTALLY HAVE GUYS and this is in no way a plug for MUELLER braces MUELLER MUELLER MUELLER.

PS the brace isn’t so hot anyway, its the smallest one they have and it’s still too big on me so the pinky-finger side rubs and is really bothersome.

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Deal with it.

My sister can turn almost any sentence you say into a Spongebob reference. She gets that from my dad, this ability to be quick-thinking and spit out some reference. My Dad does it with music. We’ve grown up around this stuff, so there are plenty of times where I can also blurt out a song reference while someone is talking. The most common one in our family I think, is

Person A: Will you take me—

Person B: DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY?

Person A: down to the store to…sigh

Person B: WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN?

Person A: incoherent mumbling, probably profanities stuck in there too

Person B: AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY?

But god, we do it with all kinds of songs. Most recently my sister was was talking and I (jokingly) called her a liar and she was like noooooo it’s true! And I said “ARE YOUR LIPS MOVING? THEN YOU LIE LIE LIE.”

That really got her because she “secretly” loves Meghan Trainor. I say “secretly” with quotes because she only wanted her family to know her guilty pleasure but she’s totally got that involuntary be-bopping to music she likes, she she ends up like

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Hehehehehe.

Speaking of this movie (Dreamworks’ Home, it’s got Jim Parsons and I love him), I am super excited to see it. I’m incredibly lucky that I have a family that enjoys kids movies/shows even as adults. We go see all kinds of new kids movies. It’s great because I have some friends who either roll their eyes at me like “grow up and see adult movies” which is stupid because I like regular movies made for grown-ups, too; I also have friends that enjoy kids movies but their parents are like why haven’t you grown out of this crap yet. I feel bad for them. I also kind of feel bad for their parents. Like, lighten up! What’s wrong with watching silly things? No one is saying that ______________ random kids movie is the ultimate most amazing movie #1 better than any movie whose target audience isn’t kids.

They’re just fun and silly and we like to laugh. Suck it.

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