Friday, August 24, 2012

22 {random} Thoughts For 22 Years


I just turned 22. I have random thoughts. Sometimes they come in the middle of a conversation. I apologize to those of you who have experienced that. Here are a few I came up with today.

You can never have too many polka dots. They are pure joy.

"It's just a walk, Erica, not a marriage proposal." Jack Nicholson as Harry in Something's Gotta Give speaks truth. You should probably always say this to yourself before a date with a new guy. You need to calm down. I need to calm down.

Usually when I don't find something at Nordstrom, or I can't afford it at the present time, I buy myself $10 earrings. It helps. You should try it.

When it's windy, by all means stand outside with your arms open to the steady stream blowing your face and hair. It isn't Titanic in the least, I swear.

Yeah...mom, she's always right.

Smelling the coffee beans in the glass votives instead of perfume is totally normal.

Smiling at people is fun. So is small talk with your barista, cashier, or waiter. I always feel better when I do this.

Lipstick and blush. Lipstick and blush. Keep repeating that to yourself.

Family is forever, and therefore they always come first.

Don't let people give you advice on what to do with your hair. They are wrong, and you probably look better with long hair.

Who invented women's deodorant? Toss that sad excuse of an antiperspirant for the ever-so-handsome scented Old Spice (preferably Swagger). Trust me on this one.

97.5% of the time frosting is better than cake. Don't waste calories on cruddy cake when you can have more frosting!

You can be 5 foot 9.5 inches tall and wear 4 inch colorblocked platform heels. Why should short people have all the fun?

Kathleen Kelly is my hero. Every time I need comfort I just pop You've Got Mail into the DVD player.

Don't show up to things early. Since when has that ever been cool? Yep, never.

It has been tested that making your bed in the morning makes you happier as you go about the rest of your day. Do it!

Will the average death age for both genders significantly decrease for my generation because of YOLO?

Find "your place". Go there and just sit. Not all the time, just when you need it most. You don't have to tell anyone where it is either. That's the fun in it.

When I die, will I actually care enough to ask God about some of life's greatest mysteries? What happened to Amelia Earhart? Are dogs really colorblind? Do dolls talk and move when you shut the bedroom door?

Baking is therapeutic. All those exact measurements and then choosing to throw in an extra 1/4 cup of chocolate chips is healing to the type-A soul in more ways than one. It's also a good idea to pawn off your goods to your family (for reasons of personal health).

Harry Potter Weekends on ABC Family are the greatest thing to happen to TV.

Wake up at a decent time (you should probably go to bed at a decent time to achieve this). Waste not thy hour. Carpe diem. And all that jazz.

...and that is a snippet of how my brain works.

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