Addict?

What's the definition of an addict? To cause to become physiologically or psychologically dependent on an addictive substance, as alcohol or a narcotic. That's me alright.

I would say, without coffee I would not be able to function properly. Literally, figuratively, physically, psychologically; in all aspects I just simply could not function.  As the mornings get colder, darker, and more difficult to get myself up and out of bed, I seem to be adding more amounts of coffee. I used to drink 16oz of coffee a day, which is fairly average in Seattle for hard coffee drinkers.  I have increased my quantity of consumption to 20oz in the morning, 16oz around 2pm for an 'afternoon kick', and to be brutally honest (mostly with myself) I add another 12oz around 4:30...BUT only when I absolutely need it! Mainly to ensure that I don't crash and die during the hour and a half commute I make from Bellevue to Kent. Everyday. Not to mention my hour commute in the morning to work, my commutes I make for my job which range from Seattle to Mukilteo to Federal Way to Kent and back to Bellevue...I think I have enough justification for my mad coffee addiction.  Plus, I enjoy coffee, my happiness is all that matters! 

Newbie

I'm surprisingly pleased with this photo I took a few months back.  I was just messing around with my camera (Nikon D3100) shooting my boyfriend play guitar after I got it, and ended up with this. It's not much, but I'm happy enough. I'm going to keep encouraging myself and try taking as many photos possible and bringing my camera everywhere - which has been my deficit lately. I always forget to bring my camera wherever I go.  I really enjoy the outcome of my photos (not all the time, but enough to keep at it), though I don't know much, it keeps me intrigued and constantly wanting more.

Political Anaylst

Election Results

Candidate	Popular vote	Percentage	Electoral votes (270 to win)
Barack Obama	60773770	50%	303
Mitt Romney	57879363	48%	206

"Who did you vote for?" Has been a very common question people have been asking me, my response: "I voted for opposite of whoever you voted for, just to cancel your vote out."  Isn't that a bitch?

Obama has been re-elected, and about 1/2 of my Facebook friends have announced that they are moving to Canada, and the other half are happily smoking pot while walking hand and hand with the same sex down the street (just because they can).

The half who are apparently moving to Canada (because this world must be going to major shit within the next 4 years with Obama in office), don't realize how hard it has to be to run this country.  United States of America.  Take a quick look at the history of the United States of America.  No matter who leads this country (or doesn't) nothing will be fixed within 4 years, which I applaud the nation for giving Obama another 4 years to attempt to fix the sinking (almost completely sunken) battleship.  You gotta give it to him for trying.  Not that he has really done much (beside let freeloaders own an iPhone 5 under welfare, because I worked my ass off for them to have it), but I'm curious to see what people think is going to happen. This election is massive.  Same sex couples (which I said YES for R74) may marry and live happily ever after, and 502 passed (I said NO) which people don't realize how poorly written the referendum was, or they just didn't read at all. For all you pot heads out there: if you toke it up and get behind a wheel; you will get a DUI.  They are also going to tax the shit out of it, so prepare for spikes in price (but if you are on welfare, don't worry). I also really don't want to be walking down the street in downtown Seattle and accidentally get high because people are toking it up.

Regardless of America being a sinking ship, and to all the people out there devastated that Obama has been re-elected and are in massive prayer for the country: I HIGH-LY (see what I did there?) advise you to have a beer. We only have 45 days left till the world ends anyway.
And I'll drink to that!

walking dead

This show is almost impossible not to watch.  Every Sunday night, my brothers, sister and myself (Clayton 15, Damon 12, Devyn 12) curl up around the wood stove in the living room fighting for the best possible spot in front of the television.

It's gruesome, nauseating, and disgustingly addicting.  For those of you who don't watch it--it's about a zombie apocalypse, and you follow a group of people trying to fight (literally) their ways to stay alive.  These zombies are very ugly and extremely gory (so if you get squeamish easily, you probably wouldn't last long) its creepy and realistic (sort of anyway) and almost exactly what you would imagine a zombie take-over would be.  I stayed up almost 2 days catching up on the seasons, (seasons 1-2 are on Netflix for those of you interested) and we are currently on season 3 and I cannot stop watching.  It's totally disgusting, but I absolutely love it. I now have purchased the book "The Zombie Survival Guide" which is hilarious and ridiculously accurate of how I would do things if anything of this sort were to happen. I highly suggest buying this guide because well, if you haven't got your ticket to the Bavarian mother ship, or you managed to survive the Rapture...you better prepare your sorry asses for something major come December 21st 2012 (you don't have very long and I can assure you I will survive whatever flesh eating walker infested circumstance that may come).

I know my father wouldn't last a minute if a crowd of walkers were coming at him, not after his admittance to how he completely froze as a giant shadowy figure swam by him while scuba diving in Hawaii-he declared he almost got "eaten alive" by a shark (though it really ended up being a sea turtle) so long story short, Dad survived that one. I'm not so sure he would survive if he froze while a pack of walkers were lurking towards him.  I suppose I could lend him my survival guide, but he better learn to feel the love. Otherwise he is perfect walker bait (walker=zombie).

In short, it's a fun show to kind of remind you that life isn't as horrible as some may think.  Hey, we could be living in a zombie infested world just trying to stay alive.  It's not that bad, right?

Weekend warriors

Big mean military man is actually extremely soft on the inside.  HA. Casey and his dog Buckey, taking a nap together.  If Casey see's this, I might be dead (so if I don't blog after this one, you know what happened). I couldn't help but post.

currently

Currently in Kelsey.

excited about new york. 
worried about nothing at the moment.
reading extremely loud and incredibly close.
creating my blog.
loving pumpkin spice and yellow leaves
hating  commute to work.
wondering what to do next.
craving sushi. 
listening to mumford & sons. 
watching walking dead.
netflix-ing  pretty little liars.
playing fifa 13.

My dog, Cooper.

This dog, I mean bear...is the root of my happiness and me being mental. 

 Just look at him for hecks sake. Yes, the top picture is me taking him for a walk on the beach (in a pink collar and leash solely to piss my father off) and YES he is taking a whiz while trying to look innocent.  The pink collar is now known as "the collar of shame" to my father, and when he is a bad boy. Which is most of the time. He does make me smile inside, regardless of how evil he is majority of the time. Dogs are supposed to be mans best friend, right?

Two.

Starbucks is trying to force the entire world into the Christmas spirit.  Though I have a peppermint mocha of goodness in my cup, I'm still not quite feeling the Christmas love.  We haven't even gotten to Thanksgiving yet.

Cheers to all.