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A few years ago, my uncle got everyone in the family a snuggie for Christmas. I think I ended up with four snuggies that yea. It was the worst year of my life.... Actually the snuggie was dumb. I never used them and when I did, I felt like I was choking so I wore them backwards. They are literally backwards bathrobes. Something about the material they were made of  made me want to puke when it touched my skin. It was weird. I have weird things like that that make me nauseas. If anyone wants a snuggie, I think I may have a couple left still.

A picture is worth a thousand words

I use crystals to help balance myself emotionally. I have a lot of negativity in my life and I use crystals to cut that out. Different crystals do different things. Quartz crystals help you block out the negative thoughts and they help a lot with anxiety. I found my religion through crystals. I was so lost before. After I started using crystals, I decided that I do want to be a Wiccan. I am so happy with my religion. People think it's weird but it works for me.

This one is some D&D art that I found. I play dungeons and dragons and it is an important part of my life. My character is an elf. Not a normal elf either. She's pretty great. She has fought in wars and killed a dragon. Now she is just a thief, stealing things just to get by. The group found her in the woods and she helped kill a monster that they were having problems defeating. There was still some tension with my character and some others in the group. Eventually, I killed the dragon and we won the campaign and we didn't all die.

So Hannah Lynn says that sunflowers remind her of me for some reason. I don't really know why but it's all good. I just really love sunflowers and Hannah is totally right. I don't know why I connect with them but I do. They are so pretty and bright. I just love them.

This picture speaks to my soul. I want so badly to have been born in the 60's. I want to dress like a hippie and follow bands on tour and see all of my favorite bands live. I think in a past life, I was probably a hippie. I bet I went to Woodstock and got to hear all of those amazing artists. I long so much for a big revamped school bus, live music, and no cares in the world.

This is a picture from the Umphrey's McGee concert on my birthday last year. It was the coolest concert I have ever been to. It was a real hippie concert. I was so happy. I had a week long celebration for my birthday and it was amazing.

525,600 Minutes

This has not been a good year for me. In February, my parents got divorced. In March, I met a guy who I thought was my soul mate only to find out that he was not and that he was just using me. It hurt a lot and I could not really talk about it. In April, Nico left. It was terrible. We all miss him a lot. In May, I started dating Allison. We were bad for each other. Awful for each other actually but I loved her. I was addicted to the love she gave me. It kept me high on life. It made me feel unstoppable when really, she was what was holding me back. In July she cut me out of her life and then in September she came back. I was so happy. I had so many prospects to do things right this time. I should have known that a zebra won't ever change it's stripes. She cut me out again after she gave me another taste. I found someone in November though that went through exactly what I had dealt with for what seemed like eternity. He understands my pain and we are getting through it together. It hurts a lot sometimes still but I am slowly erasing her from my memory and my life. I don't speak to her or anyone that knows her well. I don't deal with the bs anymore. If she tried to come back at this point, I would have the strength to turn her away. I would have the willpower to show her the finger and tell her that every time she comes around, I get hurt and that I have too much at risk now to try to even be friends with her. Honestly I think there will always be a part of me that will love her and I hate that about myself. I hate that I could love someone who hurt me so much. I just want to move on and block the memories. With the love, support and help from the people that I am close to, the pain is dulled quite a bit. I don't think it will ever really be gone though. So yeah. 2016 has not been a good year for me. It has been the hardest year of my life. I never ever want to deal with anything like this year again. Blow after blow, I am at my lowest.

Christmas Decorations... Yeah.. No......

Okay I hate decorating for things unless it's Halloween. I really really don't like to decorate for Christmas. Even if it were like Nightmare Before Christmas stuff, I probably would not have enough motivation to do it. I have decided that at my house in the future, the only decoration will be a statue of the Grinch from Dr. Seuss's How the Grinch Stole Christmas. I am a textbook Grinch. I complain when people play Christmas music before December 18th. I get upset when people decorate for Christmas before Thanksgiving. I may seem like an awful person but I think it's fair. My great grandma always had her house decorated before Thanksgiving. She died just before Thanksgiving a couple years ago and my great grandpa is in the hospital right now and he probably will not make it to Christmas this year. Honestly, you can call me a Grinch but I think I have a reason to be...

The Manila Envelope

Sooo apparently Hannah has one too. We are supposed to take out Trump and  Pence. We have to take a plane to New York and visit Trump tower. We are to get a room at the new hotel and with my amazing sniping skills I'm supposed to take him down. I believe this is an envelope from the Clinton campaign. The Clinton's have been tied to several mysterious deaths over the last twenty years. I suppose this would be nothing new to them. Enclosed in these instructions is 1,500 dollars as incentive. Hannah and I are to assume new identities as Tina Horse Wade Seyton and Meg Horse Danielle Francis Seyton and we are married and 22 year olds living in Denver, Colorado. Right now we are traveling the country.

If I Were You

The worst advice I've ever been given was from my mother. It was not even advice. She literally told me that I was not allowed to see her anymore. I fought my mom and she was shocked. I had never ever stood up for myself when I was told to do something. I was raised to be an obedient child. I never even dreamed that I would stand up to my mother. After I called her out, she let me keep seeing her. She didn't like it but that did not matter to me. I loved her and I was not going to let my mother control my life. I had to learn and make my own mistakes. I made a lot of mistakes. I fought for her and then she left. I'm okay now. It just hurts sometimes that I fought so hard to keep her and then my mom ended up being right. I guess I should listen to my mom more often. I might take her opinions into more consideration now. I probably will never do what she thinks is right but as long as she lives, she will try to tell me how to live my life. I just have to be strong enough to break away from her and live for myself.

Family Tradition

Okay so last year my great grandma died around thanksgiving. My family has a knack for not exactly being great at cooking, but grandma was the worst.... Growing up, I remember the holiday dinners at Avanti's because she could not cook to save her life. The years that she did cook for thanksgiving, she always bought a pre-cooked turkey. You can't ruin it right? It's already cooked, all you have to do is heat it up. Well grandma ALWAYS ruined the turkey. She would take the turkey and cook it. Not just heat it. Cook it. She would actually cook it. For about eight hours. A PRE-COOKED TURKEY. COOKED FOR EIGHT HOURS. It was always dry and stuck to the roof of your mouth. If you have ever seen Christmas Vacation, grandma's turkey was like the deflating turkey that the aunt makes in that movie... It was terrible. In honor of my grandmother however, my cousin Mary Beth made a turkey last year..Grandma style. None of us complained. We all missed grandma and it was a hard thanksgiving for all of us so we came together as a family to feel better. I think with that symbol of a double cooked turkey, grandma will always be with us. I bet we will have a grandma turkey every year in honor of her memory. Love you Grandma, you'll always be on my mind♡


the turkey in case you haven't seen Christmas Vacation

A new sport

Okay so if I could create a new sport, it would be based off of hockey and be played during the zombie apocalypse. For different body parts that they get into the goals, they get a different amount of points. For every head, you get a point, because they're big and easy to hit. Ears are two points because they are smaller but flat like the actual puck. For three points, you need to score with an eyeball as it is pretty small. Fingers are like the golden snitch of Zomkey. They are worth fifty points if you score with them behind half court. If you get a finger from half court, you pretty much win.