One of these days, (boyfriend and) I will have a Welsh Corgi and I will nickname him Robert. His real name will be Bawzz (like Boss, not Buzz), of course. Robert will be the dog my future children will grow up with (along with two or three fat, prissy cats).
Look at those short legs and those big pointy ears! That nose! Those paws! So terribly cute! Cute enough to cure your eczema, maybe.
Me: Oh. I need you to listen to Hanson songs cos my next tat is gonna be a line from one of their songs
Him: Ergh. Fine.
Me: Yup. So listen listen listen. They have … four studio albums: Middle of Nowhere, This Time Around, Underneath, The Walk. + a bunch of other songs
Him: I gotta stare at that shit the rest of my life? Really?
Me: WHY WONT YOU LOVE HANSON. WHY.
Him: It’s not like those fools write literature or spout compelling quotes that will empower me through the dark dayz of my lyf
Me: BUT THEY EMPOWERED ME WHEN I WAS AN AWKWARD SMALL TOWN GIRL DEALING WITH TROUBLED TIMES ETC SO I WIN
Him: Now I gotta fuckin carress your wrist with my sweet soft lips and fucken come across ‘mmmbob’
I’m not certain if I’ll be able to get my second tattoo in time for my birthday (the 31st) but I’ve already decided on what to get. I spent the afternoon checking out other Hanson fans’ tattoos (there are a good number out there and some of them aren’t so well-made =/) to get an idea of what not to get. I’m definitely avoiding the common ones (the Hanson symbol, headphones from Underneath, barcode scanners (wait, wut), MMMBop, Ngi Ne Themba, and the walking silhouettes from The Walk) and the freaky ones (their faces).
I can’t wait.
I miss the old Hanson, when they wrote songs about the kind of girl I wanted to grow up to be. Ya know, the artsy, carefree type who wears cowboy hats and likes riding in cars with the top or windows down, feet up on the dash, flowers in her hair and a Starbucks latte by her side; totally chill yet very urban etc etc; the kinda girl someone would write songs about. Or at least dedicate a cheesy song on karaoke to.
Now they’re all pious and stuff, singing about the state of the world, wanting to fix the world, problems in Africa, life, and being decent human beings. I mean, that’s cool and all and I totally support them (the way you would support your 9-year old son who suddenly wants ballet lessons, ya know? Like, I’d rather you take up baseball or taekwondo but whatever makes you happy, kid, I fully support you and I love you), but damnit, I want music that makes me giddy and makes my girly heart flutter! Songs I can totally emote to in the privacy of my bedroom, that kinda thing. Screw maturity, I want my love songs!
I’m very excited for the new album. I’ve asked the boyfriend to get me the Deluxe Package because neither of us can afford or are truly willing to shell out $250 and $800 for the Gold or Platinum Package (the PP is sold out, by the way o_0). I hope it’s nothing like The Walk or else I’d rather go to church or make out with security cameras (wut). Maybe. No, not really.
Fan4Evr.
It’s been a while since I spent my weekend drinking, well, two nights in a row. This is all very uninteresting to you but I still feel compelled to write it down here: I either get blasted Friday night and spend my Saturday and Sundays faffing around the apartment and nursing a hangover with some Nido soup orrrr I stay up all night on-line (on bestacnetreatment.net hrhrrhr) on a Friday night and get blasted on a Saturday night and then hate myself for it come Sunday.
Both types of weekends feel lacking; Sunday nights, I find myself panicky and wondering where my weekend went. I guess it makes sense to feel like I’ve accomplished nothing when I’ve spent a good part of those days doing nothing. So did things I did this weekend (haha, what an awkward choice of words)! A few photos:
Friday night with the ~*~hipsturrs~*~ (not to be confused with, like, real hipsters):
My friend, Tin, and I went thrifting Saturday night before meeting up with Nan to drink at his place. The drinking part was unplanned.
On Sunday, I went over to Tin’s so we could take photos of ourselves on her rooftop.
I gave her lazy fakey hair haha.
Sans the funny hair:
Blame it on the heat, the oily skin brought about by the heat, the fact that I’m seven pounds over my normal (not to be confused with ideal) weight, my hair being at an awkward length, and that I haven’t had a good night’s sleep this week but I haven’t felt pretty in a while. I need to do something to lift my spirits elle oh elle, like smile at the mirror more.
In an effort to drop those seven pounds (gained from too much beer and post-drinks eating haha), I’ve cut out rice from my meals this week. Of course, I’ve been eating pasta like mad and I had a Dairy Queen Blizzard last Tuesday (and that McDonald’s Chicken Sandwich and a hot caramel sundae yesterday, oh lawd) so I don’t think it helps at all. I’ve always been a sucker for quick weight loss tips but I think I need to do something more effective and long-term. I can’t wait for lover to get here so I could have someone to live healthily with.
Anyway, two new things this week:
(Four-inch wedges from Juan/Janylin. PHP1095, gawsh, I love this brand.)
(Paul & Joe blush, obvs.)
I also got a Hannah Montana backpack:
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Hi, I'm Helga Weber and welcome to my personal site. I'm 25 and in the process of learning how to make adventurous life choices. I dislike old people but I love grandma clothes. My goal in life is to build a ball pit right next to my bed. Currently searching for the perfect house coat. My lover is the greatest. Follow my blog with bloglovin. Email me at helga@helgaweber.com. More?
