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Thursday, July 29, 2010

T Minus 12 Days...


Wow. I haven't blogged in awhile. I fail.


Anyway, I move out of 210 in less than two weeks. Twelve days. Two hundred and eighty-eight hours.

Weird.

I just finished up with my summer class, so I have time to actually sit here and think.

I'm leaving the place I've come to know as home. I was recently read the first post on the old blog I made when I first moved in. I remember how weird it felt to be in my own place. It wasn't my parent's house or a dorm with a bunch of rules, but rather my own personal space to do whatever the heck I wanted. I remember living with #3 last summer. We were already close friends, but living together made us more like sisters. Then, #1 moved in at the beginning of the fall semester. We didn't know each other very well, but eventually, she became a sister too. It was because of living with these two beautiful women, I learned how to really know someone. It's unpleasant to think about not waking up to them every day.

This apartment is a symbol of growing up to me. I had to take care of myself 100% for the first time. I had to cook for myself because I didn't have a meal plan. I had to learn how to share a space with two other people. I had to make sure to pay my rent on time. The works. I guess I wasn't really quite prepared for it, but I am kind of glad I got to figure it out for myself.

I feel really silly for being so emotional about this, but it's starting to hit me that I'm going to have to learn how to call a new place home. It's really strange that I'm leaving my two sisters here. Don't get me wrong, I love my new future roommates, they're wonderful, but it's weird to leave behind the two girls that I shared my life with the most. So weird.

Sorry if this is boring. It's just on my mind right now.

Hope everyone is having a great summer!

xoxoDeux

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Oh My Goodness...

I have these two friends.


They're in love.

His name is JV.

Let's call her...Lil Bit.


They're cute.

And they're gonna get married.

No big deal...

Not.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

The number one man in my life


So, there's this thing I kind of love doing. I thoroughly enjoy showing up at my parent's house at random moments to surprise my Dad. I live about 4 hours away from my parents, so any chance I get to go home, it's really awesome. I've done it once before, for Mardi Gras break. The first time it happened, I even called my Dad on the way and described my plans to go to New Orleans for the few days I had off. His reaction was so priceless. When I finally got there, my Dad was taking a nap. I went into his room and gave him a hug. He did the best double take and got so excited. It was so cute!


Well, the reason I'm telling you all of this is because I was planning to do this same thing for Father's Day this weekend. I was really excited about it, but I realized the other day that I was scheduled to work Friday, so I wouldn't be able to leave until 5. I decided that I wanted to be able to stay for a longer time whenever I was able to go see them, so I'm rainchecking this weekend.

I wanted to write this blog for my wonderful Dad, since I wasn't able to write a card to him in time.

My Dad is a one of a kind type of guy. Family means everything to him. He would do anything for my brothers and I and that's one of the things I love most about him. He has the biggest heart and can make friends with anyone, I'm sure of it. When I am stressed and freaking out about whatever is going on in my life, my Dad can always make me feel better by telling me that no matter what happens, he loves me.

I've written about this before but the thing I love most about my Dad is that, even when I feel the worst about myself , my Dad always tells me that I'm beautiful. One memory sticks out in my mind above any other. This year, one of my guy friends hurt my feelings really bad. I'd been working on feeling more comfortable in my own skin without makeup. There was this one day when I didn't wear makeup and this friend in particular pointed it out in a rather negative way. He didn't mean it, of course, but it made feel pretty crappy for the rest of that day. Throughout the day, I remembered all of the times when I wasn't wearing makeup and my hair was a mess when my Dad would tell me that I was the most beautiful girl in the world.

Our relationship has grown a lot since I came to college and I love that. He is a huge rock in my life and I owe a lot to him for making me the person I am today.

I love you, Dad. Thank you so much for everything.

Your Favorite Child ;)
Ashley

(The picture is of my Dad and my niece, Jolie)

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

My random thoughts about Love and God.

So yeah, you all probably know all of this, but I was thinking about this the other day in class (I know...me? Not paying attention in class? Unheard of!)


Here goes...

Ground breaking stuff, I kid you not...

If God=Love, Love=God.

Yeah...I know.

Let me explain, if you would. (If not, you can get off my blog...foo) So, in the Big Book of Flossy Bawesomeness (aka The Holy Bible) it says "God is Love." No big shock, it's said that for a few thousand years, no bigs. But I was thinking about this. Can there be love without God? I mean...there ARE relationships that aren't God centered. Are they really "in love"? Also, who am I to say they aren't really "in love"? I have no idea. I can't say they aren't really in love, but I kinda want to know if there can be love without God. Also, is there a difference between what the secular world knows as "love" and the (BIG) Love described in the Bible? Please share your thoughts, they are appreciated!

All I know is, if God=Love, I want God in my relationship. That's just how I roll. Ya dig?

xoxo

Me.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Dude...


The people in my apartment complex must wanna die.


So yesterday, I'm doing laundry, making no trouble. I wash my clothes, no problem. When I go to dry them however, BIG problems. So ALL of the dryers in the laundry room are full of dry clothes...

I'm thinking, "Psh. No big deal. I'll just come back in 15 minutes and SURELY the clothes will be taken out by their respective owner."

I come back 15 minutes later....the clothes are still there. Still, not freaking out, "I'll just wait another 15 minutes and the dryers will be free."

I come back, still there. I'm getting a little testy at this point. What the heck, man? Do they think they're the only ones with dirty laundry? Psh, no, fools. So I decide to wait 30 minutes this time.

I come back 30 whole freaking minutes later and the clothes are, of course, STILL FLIPPING THERE. Now I'm very angry. I was all flailing my arms and slamming dryer doors like nobody's bizznizz. THEN I get the bright idea to simply take the person's laundry out of the dryer and place it on the folding table. I felt a little weird doing this, but I was a desperate woman by this point, please don't judge me.

The whole thing was very dramatic.

xoxoDeux

Monday, May 31, 2010

Alone.

So #'s 1 and 3 left me. And most of my other friends went home. I thought it would be kind of depressing to be all alone in this apartment, but it's actually been really amazing. I haven't seen or talked to anyone in two days. It's kind of weird (practically) not speaking for two whole days. I mean, I'm not the most talkative person in the world, but I'm used to having several conversations a day with friends or random people. I think the most verbal activity I've had is mainly just talking to different store people and cashiers. Strange.


Am I crazy? Is it weird that this is what I'm thinking about right now. Maybe I've secluded myself a little too much.

Anyways, things around here have been pretty boring. I'm so ready for my 2 week class to be over. It really is a fabulous class, I just despise having to go to school on Saturdays. What a drag! I'm finished on Wednesday, thank goodness. I'm ready to start my summer.

I'm thinking I want to go back to New York City soon. I forgot how much I love that city. Birthday present from the Mama and the Papa (hint hint)?

This post was all over the place, but that's just kind of where I'm at right now.

I'm weird.

Ignore me.

xoxoDeux

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Dear Summer, How I love thee!

This summer has gotten off to a wonderful start! I made many plans for this summer at the end of the spring semester. One being to get more sleep. Have I done so? Of course not. There is too much fun to be had, my friends! Between swimming, amazing surprise birthday parties, movie nights, AND the H-core 2 week course I'm taking, I haven't really had the time for rest.


Ps. Have you noticed the ridiculous picture in this post? Is it not the most amazing photo you have yet to lay eyes on? I think that's a yes. I'm pretty much obsessed. This girl (aka Cray-Cray) is going to be my roommate for about a month of this summer. Excited to see this face every single day? You bet your bottom dollar. It really is going to be a summer for the books, my friends. I'll try not to forget about you, my plentiful, devoted, faithful readers....

*crickets*


Sorry about that...

xoxoDeux

Sunday, May 23, 2010

27 Rules for My Unborn Daughter


So I've recently been introduced to this really cool blog called Rules for My Unborn Son. It's basically just a list of different tips and advice about what makes a good man. I found so much truth within it and, in my mind, began to make a list of rules for my unborn daughter. I thought it would be a good blog. Let me know what you think!


1. Never point out someone else's flaws. They probably know and don't need your input.
2. Wear flowers in your hair. They often get you out of trouble.
3. Obnoxious PDA is never okay unless you are a newlywed.
4. Smile often. It also gets you out of trouble.
5. Listen to the music you like. Don't let other people make you feel embarrassed about it.
6. The best clothes are not the most expensive, but the ones with the best story.
7. Never dye your hair. You were given a natural hair color for a reason.
8. Even if you are the worst dancer at a party, dance anyways.
9. Never break plans with your friends unless there is an emergency.
10. Don't date until college. Don't waste the last precious years of childhood.
11. Vintage is ALWAYS better.
12. Being over dressed is better than being under dressed.
13. Make lists of things you are thankful for, often.
14. Make a quote book. You'll need it when the rough times happen.
15. Read often and watch TV as little as possible.
16. Sing in church as loud as you want. God appreciates it.
17. Call your Dad. He probably feels left out.
18. Take as many pictures as possible. They help during the rough times too.
19. Write letters to your future husband and give them to him on your wedding night.
20. Don't procrastinate. Enough said.
21. Don't pay attention to trends. Create style.
22. Flirt with your eyes. Let him do the rest.
23. Never lead anyone on. It hurts just as bad for them as it does for you.
24. Play with children as much as possible. It's good practice.
25. You can't choose your best friend. Don't turn your back on them.
26. Don't kiss on the first date.
27. Let your father and brothers be protective of you. It gives them joy.

Hope you enjoyed!
xoxoDeux

Sunday, May 9, 2010

Finals, Schminals...


So Finals Week is finally upon us. Some may find this really weird but my friends and I actually look forward to finals week. Here at CTK (aka Christ the King, the Catholic Student Center) finals week is pretty much a party...well maybe not a party, but it has its moments.


I only have two finals, which is completely amazing. I've already gotten a lot done for my tough Chemistry final. I think that 6 out of 11 chapters in two days is pretty darn impressive. You can't touch this...

I can't wait for summer. It's going to be super busy, but I'm ready for the little break from a full school load. I'm going to have the best summer ever, I'm determined to make that happen because we all know how my summer was last year (lame sauce).

Anyways, best of luck to all of my loves taking finals this week! We can do this! Just a few more days....

xoxoDeux

Thursday, April 29, 2010

I Survived!

Finally, my crazy week is over. It sounds really crazy, but on Monday I wasn't so sure I would make it through without having a total breakdown. I kept it together though. That makes me really happy. There was stress, don't get me wrong, but nothing out of control. Plus, I got everything finished and turned it. That's a really good feeling.


I have officially named my kitty Mia. She has become such a wonderful blessing in my life. I really enjoy having someone to take care of other than myself. Is it weird that worrying about her kind of takes away some of the stress from other things in my life? Whatever, I'm weird, so that wouldn't surprise me. She's real cute though. You should meet her. She's pretty amazing.

I'm on the home stretch. This semester is SO CLOSE to being over. I can smell the sweet scent of summer. Right at my fingertips.

Things Standing Between Deux and Summer:
1. Chemistry test
2. Sociology final
3. English paper
4. French final
5. Chemistry final

The list is getting shorter and shorter by the day. It makes me extremely happy.

Love, Deux


Monday, April 19, 2010

I'm in Love.

Nope, not with the boy (who is Pinocchio, by the way), but if you look closely, you can see the tiny kitten he is feeding.


Yes, I am in love with a kitten.
If you met him, you would be too.

He has turned even the worst cat hater into an ooey-gooey, smiling goon. I ain't even exaggerating.

Here's the story: So The Mexican text messages me on Saturday night asking if I'm awake. I am practically nocturnal, so I quickly answer that indeed I was awake. She goes on to ask me to come outside of my apartment because she has found a kitten. In my mind, I'm thinking; "oh snap...ANOTHER kitten that we're going to get all attached to have to just give away." I go outside to find The Mexican standing near what is the saddest, most pathetic scene I've ever witnessed in my 20 years of life. I see a tiny (the teensy weensy kind) black and white kitten screaming and crying while trying to walk on his wobbly legs. I look at The Mexican with the widest, goo goo eyes and proceed to scoop the kitty up in my hands (after checking to see if the mother was anywhere nearby, of course). We take the kitty back to The Mexican's apartment and proceed to take action. The kitty was obviously starving. The protruding ribs hinted at that. We, then, decide to hit up the nearest Super Walmart to get some supplies. We came back to my abode and proceeded to feed the little one. Needless to say, as the night wore on, I quickly fell head over heels with the little guy. So now I have a kitty. I'm not allowed to have a pet in the apartment I have right now, so my wonderful friends (let's call them Angel and Bass) are taking care of him for me until I move out :)

I am so joyful!

xoxoDeux


Thursday, April 15, 2010

Dear World,


I may die today. Cause of death: Lewis structures.


I mean, what the heck is this useful for? Nothing (as far as I am concerned.) And it just can't be simple. There have to be all of these stupid rules and exceptions. Can't I just be like: "Okay here is Element X and Element X has X amount of valence electrons" and just be done with it? Is that too much to ask. I feel like that is plenty enough for a Psychology major to know about chemistry. Booooo.

If I pass this class it will be a miracle.

Miracles happen right?

How long until summer?

xoxodeux




Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Dear Men in My Life,


I feel I have a little something on my heart to tell you about. Before you hate me or jump to conclusions, just hear me out. I love you. Each and every one of you. Not in the “I love boys” way (even though I totally do) but in the way that I just admire you and sit in awe of your amazing strength. I feel this way about all men, young and old. The thing is that with this intense love I have for your kind, you hold a very high standard in my eyes.

I’ve seen a lot of hurt in my sisters recently. Nothing too major, but things that could have been avoided, very simply, by not saying certain things. This has happened in many different situations I’ve been around: in friends, couples, and even families. I’m not saying that this was totally the fault of the man in every situation by any means. I’m only saying that women are vulnerable. Even though we try to show you tough exteriors, we have very soft hearts. You may think we never cry over you…we do, we just don’t let you see our tears. These kinds of hurts give us fear of showing you our vulnerability. That is so not how this is supposed to be. Why should we try to cover up our hurt and build up walls? Believe me, I know, those walls are so easy to build but so difficult to tear down. It can take years. Lifetimes, even.

My challenge to you is just to be a real man. If you read a little back in my blog (circa November), I wrote about being called on to my femininity just by the example of true men. A true man doesn’t say spiteful things. These things that you have said to my sisters and I are not you. No, you’re better than that because our Heavenly Father made you. He made you GOOD. These things are a direct attack on us by the devil. I challenge you to use Christ as your shield. I know what you are capable of, because I see it in you every single day.

I need you men so bad. The only reason I am writing this to you is because it is what I have experienced and have heard about from my sisters. I know we hurt you. When we do, tell us. Please. We want to protect your hearts too. I promise. Without your amazing example, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for that. You are amazing. I love you.

xoxoMe

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Thankful


Lately, I've been feeling really thankful for different things and people. I get into these weird out-of-the-blue moods where I just feel so wonderfully blessed. Isn't that the worst thing in the world? (winkwink) I've decided to make a little list (since you know how I love lists) of the things I feel very thankful for right this very second.


1. My parents. I just got home from a wonderful visit to my parents' neck of the woods yesterday. I wasn't able to stay long because of the gargantuan pile of schoolwork waiting for me back at school. I stayed for only two wonderful days. I was just reminded of how blessed I am to have such wonderful parents. My Dad is very sweet and always reminds me that I'm beautiful even when I have no makeup on. I make a point to leave my makeup at my apartment whenever I go for a visit for this reason. My Mom is really silly and awkward, but she is one of the most loving people I've ever met. Plus she's drop dead gorgeous. It's nice to have her genes.

2. Friends. I have the best group of friends. They're the kinds of friends that make you laugh so hard your sides split. The kind that you gush to your parents about (Am I the only one that does that?) The kind that gives the best hugs and tells the stupidest jokes. The girls are kind, funny, weird, and breathtaking. The boys are silly, talented, respectful, and strong. Each and every one of them was put into my life for a specific reason. You know who you are. I don't tell you enough but I am so thankful for you and I wouldn't trade any of you for the world.

Now for less mushy gushy ones:

3. Wicked. I saw it with some wonderful friends last week for the third time. Let me just say, it was absolutely amazing. I laughed and (nearly) cried and the evening was not without many gooseybumps from all of the amazing talent. Walking out of the theater, I felt a Wicked HIGH coming along. I'm not lying. My companions can vouch for this.

4. The Beatles. I have recently rekindled my love for those 4 English musicians that have stolen the hearts of many a generation. I really don't think any more needs to be said of the topic. Note: Top Gun REALLY needs to be educated of the awesomeness of The Beatles. Seriously people, he had never heard the song "Here Comes the Sun" until I played it for him. NOT okay.

5. The Hunger Games series. Oh in the name of all things good and just. Get yourself these books...now. They are amazifying. You won't be sorry.

Anywho, I am very sleepy sleepy, so that will be all for now. Expect more thankful lists in the near future. I get thankful very often, sorry if you think that's boring.

xoxoDeux

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Dear Jim Halpert, why aren't you real? Love, Deux

Reasons why Deux loves Jim Halpert:


1. Sense of humor. Jim Halpert has it down to an art. He is silly but smart, sarcastic but kind, dorky but cool in way. Plus, he's the pranking type. Anyone who knows me well understands that I have a very special place in my heart for a good prank. Jim Halpert makes the PERF partner in crime. Just saying.

2. The way he loves Pam. Here's where I become such a girl. Quote from the wedding episode: Four years ago I was just a guy who had a crush on a girl, who had a boyfriend. And I had to do the hardest thing I've ever had to do, which was just to...wait." In the first seasons, Jim is nothing but a wonderful friend to Pam. He doesn't push or pressure. He supports and is just...there for her. It takes Pam a little while (which is very frustrating) but she eventually gets it.

3. He is supah cute. Enough said.

Sorry for the overly girly, gushyness. I felt it was a necessary blog post.

Happy Easter!

xoxoDeux

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Veils, Veils, Veils

So I've been recently praying a great deal about wearing a veil whenever in the presence of the Holy Eucharist. It's something that has crossed my mind for quite awhile, but never something I took very seriously. I constantly pushed the thought away thinking that this would only shine unwanted attention on me. But still, I felt that pull in my heart, you know THAT pull. So I bought one. I have yet to wear it. I found this little article explaining the importance and significance of the chapel veil. It explains the custom way better than I ever could. So if you're interested....


Derived from a book in progress called: "The Unveiled Woman"
by Jackie Freppon

During the second Vatican Council, a mob of reporters waited for news after a council meeting. One of them asked Msgr. Annibale Bugnini, then secretary of the Vatican Congregation for Divine Worship, if women still had to wear a headcover in churches. His response was that the Bishops were considering other issues, and that women's veils were not on the agenda. The next day, the International Press announced throughout the world that women did not have to wear the veil anymore. A few days later, Msgr. Bugnini told the press he was misquoted and women still had to wear the veil. But the Press did not retract the error, and many women stopped wearing the veil out of confusion and because of pressure from feminist groups.

Before the revision in 1983, Canon law had stated that women must cover their heads ". . . especially when they approach the holy table" (Can 1262.2). But in order to reduce such a growing collection of books, the new version of Canon law was subjected to concise changes. In the process, mention of headcoverings was omitted. In 1970, Pope Paul VI promulgated the Roman Missal, ignoring mention of women's veils. But at the time the Missal was published, it didn't seem necessary to keep mandatory such an obvious and universal practice, even if it no longer had a "normative" value (Interinsigniores, #4). And mention in Canon law or the Roman Missal is not necessary to the continuation of the tradition, for it is rooted in Scripture and has been practised ever since the early Church. Indeed, Pope John Paul II affirmed that the real sources of Canon law are the Sacred Tradition, especially as reflected in the ecumenical councils, and Sacred Scripture (O.S.V. Catholic Encyclopedia, p. 169).

SCRIPTURE
Sacred Scripture presents several reasons for wearing the veil. St. Paul tells us in his first letter to the Corinthians (11:1-16) that we must cover our heads because it is Sacred Tradition commanded by our Lord Himself and entrusted to Paul: "The things I am writing to you are the Lord's commandments" (1 Cor. 14:37).

DIVINE HIERARCHY
God has established a heirarchy, in both the natural and religious spheres, in which the female is subject to the male. St. Paul writes in first Corinthians: "But I would have you know that the head of every man is Christ, and the head of the woman is man, and the head of Christ is God (1 Cor. 11-3). And, in the institution of marriage, God gave the husband authority over the wife, but responsibility to her as well. Not only is he the family's decision-maker, but he is also responsible for the material and spiritual welfare of his wife and children. Man is not in this position to enslave or belittle the wife. As the Bride, (the Church), is subject to Jesus, women must wear the veil as a sign that they are subjected to men: "Let wives be subject to their husbands as to the Lord; because a husband is head of the wife, just as Christ is head of the Church." (Eph. 5, 22-23). The man represents Jesus, therefore he should not cover his head. However, this subjection is not derogatory to women, because in God's kingdom everyone is subjected to a higher authority: "For as the woman is from the man, so also is the man through the woman, but all things are from God." (1 Cor. 11, 12). Furthermore, the symbolism of the veil takes that which is invisible, the order established by God, and makes it visible. In the history of the Church, priestly vestments have played a similar symbolic role.

WOMEN'S HONOR
It is an honor to wear the veil. But by publicly repudiating it, a woman dishonors her feminine dignity, the sign of female subjection, just as the military officer is dishonored when he is stripped of his decorations. The Roman Pontifical contains the imposing ceremonial of the consecration of the veils: "Receive the sacred veil, that thou mayst be known to have despised the world, and to be truly, humbly, and with all thy heart subject to Christ as his bride; and may he defend thee from all evil, and bring thee to life eternal" (Pontificale Romanum; de benedictione). St. Paul says an unveiled woman is a dishonor: "But every woman praying or prophesying with her head uncoverd disgraces her head, for it is the same as if she were shaven" (1 Cor. 11, 5).

BECAUSE OF THE ANGELS
"That is why a woman ought to have a veil on her head, because of the angels" wrote St. Paul in 1 Cor. 11, 10. The invisible heirarchy should be respected because the Angels are present at Christian liturgical assemblies, offering with us the Holy Sacrifice with the honor due to God. St. John the Apostle wrote: "And another angel came and stood before the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given to him much incense that he might offer it with the prayers of all the saints upon the golden altar which is before the throne." (Rev. 8:3, see also Matt. 18:10). They are offended by a lack of reverence at Mass, just as they abhorred King Herod's acceptance of adoration from the people of Jerusalem: "But immediately an angel of the Lord struck (Herod) down, because he had not given honor to God, and he was eaten by worms, and died." (Acts, 12:23).

ANCIENT TRADITION
The custom of wearing the veil was maintained in the primitive Churches of God. (1 Cor. 11:16). We see this in the first letter of Paul to the Corinthians. The women of Corinth, beset by modern sensibilities, started coming to church without their heads covered. When St. Paul heard of their neglect, he wrote and urged them to keep the veil. According to St. Jerome's commentary Bible, he finally settled the matter by saying the head covering was a custom of the primitive communities of Judea, "the Churches of God" (1 Thess. 2-14, 2 Thess. 1-4), which had received this Tradition from early times (2 Thess., 2:15. 3:6).

GOD'S COMMAND
Even today some people erroneously believe that St. Paul based the tradition on his personal opinion. They think he did not intend it to be continued in the Universal Church, but only as a local custom. This argument, however, does not conform to the Pauline spirit. After all, it was Paul who stood before Peter to change Jewish traditions in Christian Churches (Gal. 2:11-21). St. Paul reminds them: "for I did not receive it from man, nor was I taught it; but I received it by a revelation of Jesus Christ" (Gal. 1:12), referring to the authority of his ministry, and veracity of his words. Pope Linus, who succeeded St. Peter, enforced also the same tradition of women covering their heads in the church (The Primitive Church, TAN). Our Lord warns us to obey His commandments: "He therefore that shall break one of these least commandments, and shall so teach men, shall be called the least in the kingdom of heaven" (Matt. 5:19).

CONCLUSION
In summary, the reasons that St. Paul advises women to cover their head in the church are:

  • Our Lord commanded it;
  • It is a visible sign of an invisible order established by God;
  • The Angels at Mass are offended if women don't use it;
  • It is a ceremonial vestment;
  • It is our heritage.

I think I'm gonna go get my pray on :)

xoxo
DeUx

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Oh Sweet Nectar!

Is this not the most adorable dress EVAH?! Busybeelauren is currently holding a giveaway for this beauty. And I would like to win, thankyouverymuch..


That was not very graceful. I apologize.

Have you read her blog?

If not, where have you been? Living under a rock, forcryingoutloud!? Hit it up. She's wonderful! www.busybeelauren.blogspot.com.

Just don't steal my dress...Kay?

xoxoDeux

Monday, February 8, 2010

Remedy for any bad day a la Deux...

So, I have discovered the perfect remedy for a bad day. It is about 99.99% effective to work on females. Males, I'm sorry but I don't understand you so I can't help you.


1. Jesus Christ in the Holy Sacrament of the Altar. I mean, this one is a given. I've found that my bad days are mostly healed when I enter in to this amazing, incredible gift to all of humanity. If you haven't gotten to know Him, you're totes missing out. BUT, look at the bright side, you have the future for a reason. Don't waste it.

2. Girl Time. Oh man, can I just tell you how amazing girl time is? Grab your sisters and just talk. Talk about happy/goofy/silly things. If you have some problems that need to be hammered out, go for it, but don't dwell on the bad. Just enjoy being with your girls. That's what they're there for!

3. Cookie Dough. Need I say more?

4. Give yourself a personal hygeine boost. Take a shower. I swear it makes me feel so much better to be nice and squeaky clean. Put on some slippers and some comfy clothes.

Which leads me to..

5. Bridget Jones's Diary. This movie is one of the BEST feel good movies EVER. I swear to cheese, it makes my heart soar. No lies.

Love you sisters!

xoDeux

Friday, February 5, 2010

Missing...


Has anyone seen or heard from either of these people in the past 12 hours? Because I've been calling both of them and they're not answering. And I'm worried...


I mean, they're the ones that are supposed to worry about me...I'm their daughter for Pete's sakes....


I'm ridiculous. Ignore me.

xoxoDeux

Thursday, February 4, 2010

I'm Crazy Cakes...

I'm absolutely nuts. I don't know why I do this to myself.


I'm such a girl.

If you haven't noticed or don't personally know me, I'm a huge romantic. I like to think that I'm a realist and that I have both feet firmly planted on the ground, but that's a lie.

A total lie.

Anyways, back to my point. I have this guilty pleasure. I like to look at wedding pictures. Of people that I don't know. Is that weird? I feel like that's weird.

Does anyone else do this?

Anyone?

Bueller?

XOdeux

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Quick Prayer Request...


So, I'm not really sure how many people this blog actually reaches, but if anyone out there reads this I have a prayer request. There's this girl that goes to my school named Amanda Judice. I don't know her personally but a couple of my friends do. She is currently suffering with cancer and needs our prayers! So let's storm the heaven and get this girl some healing, or at least some comfort in this tough time. Thanks in advance!


I hope everyone is staying warm today!

Deux

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

I Dreamed a Dream...

So I'm sitting at work, right? Next to the most annoying printer in the WORLD and I'm day dreaming.


I'm a day dreamer, did I mention that?

So I'm thinking back of the past couple nights of sleep I got.

NOTE: I may be the ONLY person in the entire world that day dreams about sleep. That only goes to show how much I relish and value my sleep.

And then, BAM, I remember the past couple of dreams that I've had lately.

I only remember bits and pieces, and none of them are super crazy, just weird...and a little random.

In my dream the night before last, I was going to my friend Hawaii's wedding. This dream is not too far off because she has her entire wedding planned out practically, but the weird part is the location/other attendees. The wedding took place on LSU's campus. I feel like it was likely at the Greek Ampitheatre, which is kind of cool, except for all of the cockroaches (ew). I don't really remember many of the attendees except for Libbs and Jase-Face. Weird, because I don't even think they know her. Anyways, this dream was kind of boring, I just thought it was totally bizarre.

My dream last night was a little messed up. I remember VERY little about it, but apparently either I was out to get one of my friends, or they were out to get me. There were guns involved and we ended up in some sort of a trailer. It was not pretty.

Okay so this was all over the place, I just want to remember my dreams for future reference.

Is that weird?

:) DEUX


Monday, January 18, 2010

NOTE: Please don't hate me

You know what? I don’t like not getting my way. I’m sure you don’t either, but you’re too ashamed to say it. I probably would be afraid to say it out loud, to be perfectly honest, but this blog lets me write whatever I want on it. So yeah, I like it when things go my way, hate on that all you want.

But just like the classic Stones song says: You can’t always get what you want.

Ain’t that da truth!

This evening I didn’t get what I wanted. And it made me mad. Livid would be an appropriate word for this instance. And this mood didn’t go away. In fact, this mood still lingers a little bit, even though it happened HOURS ago.

Which is why I am here, writing to you lovely people. Because I need to vent. And work it out in my head that I will not get this. Even though I deserve it and it isn’t fair and it hurts, I don’t get it and I’ll be okay without it. It still sucks, okay?

I don’t even know if I’m going to post this blog. I don’t want everyone to think that I’m a spoiled brat and I’m mad that Daddy won’t give me money to go to Hawaii for spring break. No, I’m upset about something that costs nothing but something that I passionately love. Something that is so a part of me that I could not see me without it. Something about me that has been looked over and pushed aside for most of my life.

So I have a right to be angry, correct? I think so.

I’ll be okay, really. I just need to be a little annoyed for now. I’m human. I’m a very passionate person.

So shoot me.

I hope you don’t hate me after reading this.

x0x0 Deux