Inappropriate songs I would sing to my children... Part one

I don't know any classic songs you sing to your children. And when they're so young that they can't understand words or context you may as well just sing whatever you want to them. So, much like. Ross and Rachel from "friends" (90's flashback, OH MY GOD) I would sing something not necessarily "Kid friendly"

Crazy train by Ozzy Osborn

Big girl you are beautiful by Mika (which, isn't really inappropriate, but it's not traditional)

2000 light years away but Green Day

Sugar by System of a down

Courtesy call by Sixx: AM

Diamond Eyes by Rishloo

every morning by Sugar Ray (wow, another 90's flashback!)

run Around Sue... Probably redun by a lot of different people

Oh what's that song... Theme song for "charmed" ... Such a depressing song...

These are just to name a few. I'll post links to music videos on my twitter when I get the chance, but you get the point. It doesn't matter what you sing, as long as it comes from the heart.

Book update!

Still reading the mortal instruments, city of bones and I'm hating it more and more. Every once in a while I get caught up in it, but most of the time I'm just thinking "yes! Get on with it!"

Right now they seem to be building some kind of will they/won't they/who's she gonna pick drama... Like she has to choose between her best friend, who's a bit of a prik, who she's know her whole life, but obviously has never thought of him as anything other than a friend or else why wouldn't they have started dateing a long time ago (sorry for the run on sentence), or she could choose the "hot" douch who, on occation can be nice but is more often than not a douch with a capital BAG.

Women of the world know this! There's no shame in being alone! If your stuck between a rock and a hard place (or a douch and a hard ass in this case) take a lesson from fleetwood Mac 

You can go your own waaaaaaay!

Go your own waayyyyyy!

Nameless hipster girl

Gather around children! It's time for another boring book review!

By boring book review, I mean boring book, review. The book is boring, not the review...

Anyway! I bought and started to read "the mortal insterments: city of bones" it first caught my eye because it's about demon hunting or some such and I love books in that nature, because it's so true to real life. You know, right? Not really. In all seriousness I don't perticularly like fiction novels, but I heard good things about this book, which it turns out is an entire series of books (god I hope I don't have to read them all just to find out that what I thought at the beginning was true turns out to be the surprise ending, (that's happened before with the series of unfortunate events))

For a book about fallen angels battling evil spirits from the underworld this book is sooooo boooooring. I keep waiting for it to get better, but it never does! I'm half way through it and I realize now that nothing has happened yet. Sure little things here and there; 

girl finds out secrets about her family, 

guy is a "hot douch" type, not sure if I'm supposed to love or hate this character at this point (I'm more or less indifferent at this point).

Girl is jelious of other girl

Guy hits on guy

It's all in the liner notes...

I could stop reading now, but that wouldn't be fair to this book review! So no matter how long it takes, and how boring this book is I will continue to read it! Even if it kills me...

On a happier note! I started watching supernatural! I'm a fan, I'm only on episode 18  or so but I like it. It has all the elements of a good show;

Hot guys

Cool car

Demon hunting

Revenge

Hot guys

And most important

Hot demon hunting guys! (Who drive a cool car) 

"For REVENGE!"

That's enough for now lads.

Until next time follow. Me on twitter, Instagram, or Pinterest!

Nameless hipster girl

Let's talk

Hello readers new and old,

Today Bell canada has a special promotion going. When you text anyone with a Bell phone they will donate 5 cents to help raise awareness and to eliminate the stigma of mental health. Also use the hashtags #Bellletstalk on twitter.

This is a subject that is near and dear to my heart because I, like 20% of people, suffer from a mental illness. I'd like to be able to talk more openly about it without people thinking I'm "crazy" or "just having a rough day" or "just need a little more fiber in your diet"(those people especially can suck it).

I'm glad I can count on the people who do support me, but sometimes it's just not enough. Some days life is too hard. It's hard to get up and get things done. It's hard to look someone in the eye and tell them you're okay without bursting into tears. It gets harder and harder to lie to them and say over and over again "I'm just really tired, that's all". 

The truth is, it's hard to admit sometimes. So I want everyone who reads this to not only support raise  awareness and eliminate the stigma of mental illness all over the world, but I also want them to lend an ear. Not just today, but everyday. Anytime your friend needs to talk. Anytime your co-worker looks tired.  Lend your ears and try to understand. You may not know exactly what there going thru, but try to understand that it's not just a phase, they're not crazy or sick.

Don't be the one to suffer in silence. Mental illness is nothing to be ashamed of. It's something I deal with on a day to day bases. It'll be a lifetime battle most likely, but on the days that I don't want to get up in the morning or I can't stand to talk to people or leave the house, I'm just glad I have a small amount of support to just give me a hug. People to sit next to me, and even without me saying a word they just tell me it's going to be okay. That day never seems to come, but one day it will. One day it will be okay that I feel the way I do. I'll be able to tell everyone how I'm really feeling instead of always saying "I'm fine!" I'll finally be able to say "I feel like I'm dead inside, I feel like everything in my life is just a phigmentation of my imagination, and I'm all alone in the universe." And they'll be able to look me in the eye and truthfully tell me "me too."

I'm a nameless hipster and I don't need your approval, but I will take your acceptance. 

I went on a $100 shopping spree, and all I got was this some groceries

I went to the store specifically to buy gluten free stuff and whatever else I usually get, so that I could get the store points. They came up with this points card that you earn points when you spend money and it alerts you went things you buy frequently are on sale. But when I was checking out I completely forgot about my card and spent a $108 with no rewards. I could have earned 1,800 points. 

#^*@&/!

Oh well, Atleast I have things I can eat in my house now. I bought a bunch of socks from the dollars store too. (Those who follow me on Instagram know I love to shop at dollarama) so what has everyone been up to? Have you kept your New Years resolutions? Did you make one?

I'm following my "one year to a better you" plan I posted on Pinterest a while back January is more yoga, no alcohol. Easy enough, I haven't had a drink in a few months now. My fibromyalgia flares up way worse when I drink. So I avoid it. The only time I can see myself breaking that rule is when I go to Vegas for my birthday. 22! Woow! That's not for a few months though.

Anyway, I've been searching my room most of the day for an old script I wrote. I want to make it into a podcast to showcase my voice talent. One day I might achieve my goal of being a voice actor. You never know, if H. Jon Benjamin can do it, so can I. But first I guess I'll need a van...

Anybody get the refurance? Anyone? Anyone? No... Moving on.

It's a morning show called "table conversation" but it's a comedy, I'm going to have to change a bite of it, maybe expand on certain things. I did originally write it in grade 5... So... Years ago. It's probably still saved on a floppy disk somewhere in the basement. I guess I'll just have to keep looking. Until next time, I'm a hipster, writing in a cafe

Nameless hipster girl

What's up!

Hello blog readers!
So what's new with you guys? Nothing new with me really.
I went dancing at a gay bar with my sister and her friends. They say you can tell how good someone is in bed by the way they dance. That explains why some men are gay. If there really good at dancing, there gay. All the good guys are on the other team. I wish I knew more about sports so I could make a funny related anecdote.
I hope your holidays are going well. I'm getting more and more followers on instagram and Pinterest, which is nice. Makes me feel like a big girl.
I bought all my Christmas presents and I'm totally ready for the new year. I'm so excited for January 2nd. 3 important things are happening the day after the new year begins!
1. My library books are due back
2. My tattoo is getting the next stage of it done
3. Community it's coming back!
Ahhhhhhh! I'm so excited
I know when you have really high expectations about something it usually doesn't turn out, so I'm trying not to be too too excited about it, but I'm pretty Damn excited. The new years going to start out right! Eeeee
Anyway, that's all for now. Thanks to everyone who complemented me on my last post, the one about my cat. I might do more stuff like that. But who has the time, right?
Nameless hipster girl

God, I don't want to have to go back to Facebook

Going back to Facebook would be like going back to an ex who constantly ignored you and that you hate. There is no good reason to go back.
However, everyone I know has Facebook and I need to get back in touch with some of those people and have no other way of talking to them.

So on that note, here are some things I have learned over my many years of life...

Lesson 1: Just because someone didn't graduate, doesn't mean there not smart.
I've known plenty of people who either didn't graduate on time, at all, or got a GED later in life, and they're living very productive lives. Some of them are more put together than me (mind you that's not saying much but still).

Lesson 2: if your nice, even when you're in a crappy mood, things go better for you
Remember to judge people, not on how they treat you, but how they treat others. I work in the service industry, and if people are mean to me, I assume they have a mental problem that makes them an asshole to everyone. In other words I let it go.

Lesson 3: People are stupid, EVERYBODY
This is the most important lesson of them all. Because people don't know they're stupid, even smart people are stupid. Remember, if you think your smart, see lesson #3.

Lesson 4: Animals are smarter, and more important than you think.
People don't give animals enough respect. I'm not speaking as a member of PETA or a tree hugger or anything (mostly because I can't be a true vegan, because I can't eat soy, and there substrate for meat is always soy soy soy. It's crazy) but animals have been around longer than you. Respect your elders!

So there are a few lessons in the lessons. All together those are pretty important lessons in life. And I will let you all know if I go back to Facebook. Your all my friends, so I'll add you.

That's all for now,
Nameless hipster OUT!

Life as seen by my cat

I was put up for adoption when I was only a few weeks old. I had a 5 other siblings, I've been told I look like my dad. He had the same hair, long and gold like the sun. I never really knew my parents but my foster father loved me very much. He was a tall man, short brown hair he occationally shaved off. We were so poor I had to sleep in his bed for the first two year of my life. He'd cuddle up next to me and tell me he loves me every day. 

But one day, I heard so e bad news. When I was about two and a half years old I heard that my dad was getting kicked out of his home. We were going to have to move.

I couldn't believe it. This was my home. It's always been my home. Where else am I going to cuddle with daddy and lick plastic bags and sleep for hours at a time?

But then the unfortunate news came to me. One bleak December evening. My daddy took me into his room looked me in the eyes and told me I was going to have to live with another family.

"I love you boy." He said with tears in the corners of his eyes "but Jeff won't let me keep a cat at his place. But don't worry. I got a good girl ready to give you a good home."

He handed me over to a lady. She put me in a car and drove off. I saw my daddy looking out his bedroom window at us as we drove away. 

I called out for him, but he couldn't hear me. I called out the whole drive. I don't know how far away we went, but we drove for a long time. I cried the whole ride. The woman gave me comforting words the whole ride, but I was scared.

Once we got to her house she scooped me up from the back seat and brought me into the house, but just as she put me down in the front doorway I ran. Drafted out the door around the house and next to a fence. I called out for my daddy. I called and called, but there was no answer. The lady came around the corner and got me. She gave me hugs and told me everything was going to be alright. I was cold, and scared.

I still miss my daddy, the lady I live with now dosen't seem to like it when I lick my ass in front if her like daddy did. But everyone in the house says "aww" when I sit in there shoes like I used to back home. I get to go outside from time to time, but not for very long and not when it's to cold. Sometimes I sit in the window sill and wonder if daddy ever thinks of me as much as I think of him. Or if he remembers me at all. I like it here though. There's another cat, but she doesn't seem to like me much, but the house is big enough so we can avoid each other.

My third birthday's coming up and I want a little brother. As much as I like having the other cat here, I'd like a little brother to cuddle with and teach things to. Like how to lick a bag or the best places in the house to take a nap. But I hear the people in the house often saying that we can't have anymore animals. It's a shame. Maybe I'll ask for one next year. If we lose that other cat with the weird long ears and no tail at they call "Bunny" or one of those flying cats with weird shaped fur that I want to play with but the people yell at me for when I try to give them a high five. All in all I like my new home, and I hope my daddy is somewhere safe and warm like I am thinking of me. I still love you daddy. And in someway I always will.