A blog about a dog.

[blog #3]

So about two blogs ago, I mentioned something about my desperate needs, and bla bla bla, i'm a whiny baby.

Well, what I was assigned to blog about today, was why I want a dog. So, I decided to be obedient for once.

I've been sitting here trying to come up with some valid reasons for wanting to take on the responsibility to care for a savage beast, like the one pictured here.

I suppose the easiest thing to do would be to create a TOP TEN REASONS I WANT A DOG list.

and here we go.

#1) I think dogs are cute. I really do. I mean, it's pretty unfair for me to say that ALL dogs are cute. But, I really like little fluffy dogs.

#2) I have the time. For once in my life, I actually have the time to care for a dog. Which was one of the biggest reasons that prevented me from doing so in the past.

#3) It will be difficult. I always give up on things that are difficult. Well, most things. I want to prove that I can push through something even if it is hard sometimes. Something that I voluntarily took on.

#4) I could take him on walks. Sure, I could go on walks without a dog. But in Buckhead you look a lot cooler pounding the pavement with a canine companion.

#5) The dog would never judge me. Sometimes, I have fits of jealous rage, or I dance like an idiot around my apartment. But my dog would love me in spite of my insecurities and deranged activities.

#6) I like to take care of people. So I assume I'd feel the same about a dog.

#7) Motherhood Preparation. Well, the biggest thing I've heard about having a puppy is that it's pretty much as big of a deal as having a baby. I'm sure that having a human child is a MUCH bigger responsibility, but to a degree, it would give me a general idea.

#8) Dog clothes and photo ops. I mean, my boyfriend is a photographer. And I'm like, reallt pretty. Me, the dog, and his cute little outfits, need I say more?

#9) Dog names. GUYS. I could ironically name my dog a human name, like Stan. or David. or Paul.

#10) I deserve it. Mostly because I understand that it will be difficult. And also because I'm cute. And I need a snuggle buddy for when Taylor spends long hours doing research.

Plinko, Plinko, Plinko.

[blog #2]

So, I guess I'm starting to wonder why I ask for blog topics when I'm just going to do my own anyway.

So I just wanted to write about plinko. Are you thinking WTF in your head right now? It's ok. Relax and I'll explain.

Last night as I was lying in bed, and I thought about how finding the person you're gonna marry is like playing plinko.

If any of you are human beings, you have had a sick day a time or two in your life, and if you're anything like me, you were able to catch the price is right at 9:00 AM. -ish.

The big favorite on that show was namely, Plinko.

If you are not familiar with the gameplay of plinko it goes as follows: the contestant is given one round flat disc, called a Plinko chip. One at a time, the contestant lays each Plinko chip flat against the top of the board and releases it. As the Plinko chip falls, it bounces throughout the matrix of pegs until it lands at the bottom of the board.

I mean, if you don't see where I am going with this then I have failed you all as a mother.

Essentially, we are the plinko chips, we start at the top and bounce our way down to the bottom. No matter where we start at the top, it's never certain where we'll end up.

Bouncing around those pegs can sometimes get a little uncomfortable, but when you finally slide into that ending slot and look to your left [or right] to see that perfect for your chip next to you, it made the whole bouncy journey, worth every second.

Where in the world is Kynslie Sandiego?

Pardon my french in my assumption, but you might say to yourself "Who the hell is Kynslie Sandiego?" Well, that's me. But I thought it would be clever because of Carmen Sandiego........

ANYWAY. So here's the deal. Taylor, my love, has challenged me to write a blog a day for 30 days. I don't blog nearly as much as I would consider ideal, so naturally, I accepted his challenge. The catch was that he would get to choose my blog topics. Unless I think they're lame. Then I'll opt out for something else. It doesn't matter, as long as I'm writing.

Well his topic for the day, was something about health care.

So, I've opted out. Because quite frankly, I don't want to put you to sleep. And who ISN'T blogging about health care right now?

Rather I will write to you (the universe?) about my life. That sounds vague, but it's specific.

I've gotten lost in my own shuffle.

It sounds a lot more dramatic and depressing than it actually is.

What I mean to say is that I have almost completely left behind my own life to become absorbed into someone else's. Sometimes I take a dip in the pool of nostalgia and pull out the good ol' yearbooks from highschool and it's nearly impossible for me to believe that was MY life. When I tell stories about things I did back in Utah, it seems so far away. Like it was more like something I read about than something I actually lived.

i feel like eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. [i never saw it, but i heard about it.]

So I'm here in Atlanta, and I am a stranger to people who are probably starved for information about me (primarily for gossiping purposes, OH YEAH, if you're the gossiper reading this, maybe this will help, STALKER! jk. it's flattering. i love you.) but in all honesty, sometimes I feel like a stranger to myself. Besides the life i've created for myself in the last 2 months.

But really, I know I lived, and I haven't forgotten my friends, family, and memories (even the ones I wish I could forget *cough* ex boyfriends *cough*) and I owe it all to:

FACEBOOK!

i love you taylor! :)

my desperate needs.

Desperate Need #1: To Nurture
Lately I've not been able to feel a complete sense of fufillment. I was discussing this with my gentleman lover and it hit me like a fist hitting a woman who talks back, I need to take care of something. My estrogenic genetics are screaming at me and beating me from the inside out. Do I need a baby? Yes. Could I handle a baby at this moment in time? No. Especially because I am not married. So, I'll settle for a dog. (pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease?)

Desperate Need #2: Attention
Now, when I say that I need attention, I don't mean that I am going to take my top off and dance around on your grandma's kitchen table. I don't enjoy NEGATIVE attention, nor do I enjoy TOO much attention. With that said, perhaps it's not that I enjoy being the center of attention, but simply the very near outskirts of the center of attention. Which is why Jamie Giddens is my bestie.

Desperate Need #3: Taylor Giddens Affection
This is not a desperate need that I am in short supply of. Because Although I may not see him everyday, he makes up for the lost time. Just ask all the nauseated onlookers around us. Love youuuuuuu!!

Desperate Need #4: To Be Liked
Do I need to be liked? Absolutely not. I like to be liked. I enjoy being liked. I have to be liked. But it's not like this compulsive need to be liked, like my need to be praised.

Desperate Need #5: To Be Impressed
Everything around me needs to impress me. Clothes. Humor. Music. etc. Now, not to say that I am materialistic. I just ENJOY being amused, but I am an avid supporter of mediocrity. Which is why I love mullets, tuxedo t-shirts, and average grades. Impressing me is not difficult, unless you're a female.