tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39892439521116022712024-03-05T09:53:30.586-08:00Lunacy and Best Wishes...the chronicles of a petite hot messGiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-34424010220451154652012-03-04T10:50:00.000-08:002012-03-04T10:50:00.465-08:00I SleepwalkIf you’re a regular reader, you know my trouble with sleeping is well documented. If you’re not a regular reader, well I’m pretty much nocturnal, and that’s not good when you have a day job.<br />
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But yeah I’m pretty sure I sleepwalk.<br />
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Last night I went to bed with my hair wrapped up in a scarf and I was wearing my Hello Kitty sleep shades. I woke up this morning (more tired than normal) and my hair was a mess and my Hello Kitty sleep shades were nowhere to be found.<br />
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Something even more interesting… I found peanut butter cup wrappers in my bed. WTF!? Did I mention that I woke up on my bedroom floor, in front of my heater, underneath a pile of blankets? <br />
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I’m keeping my fingers crossed that this doesn’t happen again. If I’m going to go through my entire chocolate stash in a single night, I’d like to be awake for it!GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-60197459361327345442012-03-01T18:50:00.001-08:002012-03-01T18:50:00.325-08:00I Answered My Own Question.As you can see, underneath my blog posts I have a list of reactions. After my post about blogging burnout, two of you said I needed to drink more and I did just that. I pretty much spent my Friday, Saturday, and Monday nights heavily intoxicated. During my drunkenness I answered my own question about <a href="http://www.lunacyandbestwishes.blogspot.com/2011/12/do-i-have-soul.html" target="_blank">gingers having souls.</a><br />
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Assuming this is true, I love only having 75% of a soul. It allows me to engage in (what some would consider) questionable behavior without giving a fuck. And that is pretty awesome. The world needs more gingers!GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-10132234790328863692012-02-27T17:26:00.001-08:002012-02-27T17:26:00.585-08:0021st Birthday ChecklistTips for your 21st birthday (or the legal drinking age in your country), so you can have the best night you’ll hardly remember. <br />
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-If you’re wearing a dress, wear proper underwear. Yes thongs are cute, but pictures of your exposed lady parts on the internet while you are shitfaced, not so cute. Don’t pull a Britney, a Paris, or a Lindsay. . .please wear underpants!<br />
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-Don’t wear anything strapless. It just sounds like a “girls gone wild” accident waiting to happen. <br />
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- Whether you wear high heels, wedges, ballet flats, sandals, or whatever, those shoes better have an ankle strap. This way you’ll be less likely to lose them. Trust me on this one.<br />
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-Tonight is not the night to go the most expensive restaurant and order the most expensive dish. With the large amount of alcohol you are about to consume, there is a significantly increased chance that you are going to throw up. As nice as a fancy dinner on your birthday sounds, throwing up lobster and filet mignon isn’t very nice. Go to TGI Friday’s like a normal person. <br />
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-Bring your boyfriend/husband/guy friend with you. I can almost guarantee you a creepy drunk man will somehow find out it’s your birthday, crawl out of the woodworks, and insist on “birthday spankings”. Obviously you do not want to go through a traumatizing experience like that, so having a guy with your group of friends will help out tremendously. <br />
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-You will probably drunk dial and/or text someone. Either turn off your phone, delete a few numbers of people you are prone to calling (like an ex), or be prepared to possible be confronted the next day. <br />
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-Bring a friend who is going to be not nearly as drunk as you are. A good friend will help keep those creepy bar guys away from you. A good friend will hold back your hair for you if you get sick. A good friend will make sure you do not wake up next to a stranger the next morning. Basically a good friend will look after you.<br />
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-Start drinking early. Have a mimosa at breakfast, a beer at lunch, and a glass of wine at dinner. If you are a newbie at this whole drinking thing, at the bar/club, start off slow. Try sticking with beer and mixed drinks. If you’re like me, dive straight in! <br />
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-If you have a great bartender, TIP THEM WELL!!! Especially if you plan on making the place you’re at your regular watering hole. Seriously, tip your bartender! They will remember you and they will treat you accordingly. <br />
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-Speaking of bartenders, if the bar is busy, already know what drink you are going to order. Don’t annoy them.<br />
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-Never ever say, “the next rounds’ on me!” That is a sure fire way to quickly deplete your drinking fund.<br />
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-Before bed, drink as much water as you can physically drink. This will help with your hangover the next morning. Also keep a bottle of tums and painkillers nearby. <br />
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-Don’t try to recreate any of The Hangover movies; shenanigans like that take time and practice.GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-3422931893070997322012-02-23T18:25:00.001-08:002012-02-24T16:33:05.502-08:00Am I Ugly?I’m taking a break from my drunken debauchery to talk about something disturbing. Apparently this <a href="http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/trending-now/am-ugly-videos-spark-disturbing-youtube-trend-171407972.html">"Am I Ugly?"</a> thing is a huge craze on YouTube, and it just makes me really sad. <br />
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Have you ever read any YouTube comments? Even a video showing cute puppies has comments from the most negative people. It’s just sad that these young girls want to subject themselves to this. If YouTube was around when I was a preteen, I probably would’ve done the same thing. Thankfully I’ve gained a lot of self-confidence since then.<br />
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I’ve had people tell me I’m beautiful, I’ve had people tell me that I “need to get some work done” but at the end of the day I love myself and that is all that matters.<br />
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Also know that physical beauty is very subjective. A few years ago, Jessica Simpson had a TV. show called, “The Price of Beauty.” The point of the show was “"to meet women, study local fashions, dietary fads and beauty regimes," all in an attempt to explore the meaning of true beauty in different cultures” according to Wikipedia. I found this show very eye opening and it showed me that beauty in Japan is way different than beauty in Uganda, or Brazil. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. What one person may call ugly, another will consider beautiful. <br />
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This subject also brings up the question, what is “ugly” supposed to mean anyways? To me “ugly” applies to anyone who is mean spirited and full of hate. I don’t care if you’re a Supermodel, if you have a rotten personality, I consider you “ugly”. <br />
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To all the preteens, teenagers, and even us adults, know that you are beautiful tell yourself that every day. <br />
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Instead ask yourself:<br />
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Am I smart? Funny? Witty? Confident?<br />
Am I a good friend? Sister? Mother? Daughter? <br />
Do I do the right thing even if no one else is watching?<br />
Do I want to change the world and make it a better place?<br />
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So please ladies, stop with this “Am I ugly?” and “Please rate me on a scale of 1-10” bullshit. Instead listen to “Beautiful” by Christina Aguilera, remind yourself on how awesome you are, and remember that your haters’ opinions DO NOT matter.GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-75384056926996033242012-02-22T13:41:00.000-08:002012-02-22T13:41:02.916-08:00Blogging BurnoutIf you couldn’t tell by my lack of posting, I’ve got a case of blogger burnout. I think it’s partly because I’ve been stressed out as of lately. And partly due to laziness-I won’t lie.<br />
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I promise though to get back into the groove of blogging and sharing my strange life with you all.GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-2282285346428851912012-02-17T08:29:00.000-08:002012-02-23T18:26:41.060-08:00Another Answer to Your QuestionSomehow I forgot to answer this question. Sorry!<br />
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<blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">“How do you deal with mean girls you have to see every day?” -Anonymous</div></blockquote><br />
Before I get into how to deal with mean girls, let me give you (and all of you ladies reading this) some background info.<br />
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Women are crazy; and hormones are only partially to blame. Women oftentimes hate each other for no legitimate reason.<br />
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When someone goes as far as to be a bully, they are taking the competition to a higher level. As common psychology knowledge would tell us, a bully is a result of someone with insecurities. Maybe they don’t like you because you have perfect hair/makeup/skin/figure. Maybe it’s because you’re smarter than they are, maybe you have a better family life. It could be any reason. These mean girls are basically trying to put you down, to make themselves feel better.<br />
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A situation involving mean girls is eerily similar to the animal kingdom. The mean girls are the lions. Their prey, the zebra, is you. They (the lions and mean girls) will single out the weak member and basically rip you to shreds. Not in real life though, since cannibalism is frowned upon in many countries ;) Anyways, the key here is to not be the weakest link. The mean girls will only bother you if they know that they’re bothering you. Don’t let them get under your skin.<br />
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The main thing you need to know is that people will only bother you if you let them. Never let them see you sweat. Dealing with these types of people is all about having confidence in yourself and developing thick skin. I’m assuming you’re in junior or high school (correct me if I’m wrong), and just to let you know, it gets better. Teenagers are like demons grown in Satan’s cabbage patch. I’m not saying adults are better, but hold your head high and don’t let them bring you down.GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-54199330346655164932012-02-14T02:30:00.000-08:002012-02-23T18:26:41.061-08:00Finally, Some Answers to Your Questions...<blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">“How can I become a better writer?” –Ro</div></blockquote><br />
The first thing to know is that you can’t be a writer if you don’t read. I’ll read anything that interests me whether it be biographies, classic literature, poems, magazines and newspapers, romance novels, et cetera. You can learn new vocabulary words, different ways to construct sentences, and after a while recognize who an author is just by the way that they write.<br />
My next bit of advice would be to write on a fairly regular basis. Write whatever you want to, but don’t limit yourself to one genre. Challenge yourself by writing fan fiction, poetry, or even an advanced survival manual for the Zombie Apocalypse. It doesn’t have to be perfect, in fact rough drafts never are, but just keep writing. <br />
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Learning how to become a better writer is a process that never ends. But much like everything else in life, practice makes perfect.<br />
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<blockquote><div style="text-align: center;">“How do I find my “path” in life?” –Anonymous</div></blockquote><br />
I’ve actually given up on finding my path, and instead letting my path find me. <br />
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A few years ago I had a clear cut vision of what I wanted my life to be. Fast forward a few years later, and life is completely different than what I had planned for myself. Now, I’m not really trying to have a 5 or 10 year plan per se, I’m just heading in whatever direction life takes me. <br />
I think in life you need a good dose of common sense, confidence in your gut instinct, and a (metaphorical) set of balls to be able to live life to the fullest. I’ll add in a bottle of vodka since I like to party ;) Don’t focus so much on where you’re going, just enjoy the journey along the way.GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-63588956065506306212012-02-06T19:17:00.000-08:002012-02-06T19:17:00.048-08:00Don’t Worry I’m Not Dead…just incredibly lazy about updating my blogs. Well besides that, incredibly stressed out with work. I’m having that all too familiar feeling we all have, the “I don’t get paid enough to put up with this bullshit!” feeling. I think it’s more than a dilemma though than a feeling. I’m actually thinking about falling back on my plan of finding a sugar daddy, participating in a medical research study, or becoming a stripper. At the moment though I don’t particularly feel like dealing with men, pretending I have depression, or learning how to walk in 6 inch clear high heels. <br />
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Decisions, decisions. Maybe I should have a root beer w/vanilla vodka before finishing my rant.<br />
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…okay I’m back, slightly buzzed, and ready to finish my rant. I’m not completely drunk though because I can still type, but obviously you’ve figured that out by now. Also, those people who asked for my advice, I’ll be answering your questions in my next post. I didn’t forget about you!<br />
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But anyways, I’d like to propose a toast to all my readers who have fucking horrible jobs! (Taking a pause to drink) I know since the economy sucks, we should be thankful that we even have employment, but when I have to Google, “how to find a sugar daddy” we have a problem. I also have a problem with the hiring lady at Forever 21 asking me if I’m a college graduate when I ask for an application. I’m not going to go to the University of Washington just so I can have the opportunity sell trendy clothes part-time to teeny boppers for minimum wage! <br />
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I know we all have to have crappy jobs when we are young. Waiting tables, babysitting, et cetera is just one of those things you have to do. I think it helps build character and it will make you appreciate the day when you (hopefully) land your dream job. Plus bad work stories make the best subjects to gripe about after a couple of drinks! But when does a crappy job cross the line into unacceptable? I don’t know the exact point right now, but subsisting on ramen noodles and handing out countless resumes is starting to look more and more appealing. <br />
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My solution to my problems: have a couple more drinks, get someone to drive me to Jack in the Box because breakfast food sounds really good right now, and take some time to think deep thoughts about my options.GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-297041741320336282012-02-01T03:46:00.000-08:002012-02-01T03:46:00.236-08:00Insomnia Musings About ArielAriel has always been my favorite Disney princess. Despite barely knowing how to swim, when I was little I so desperately wanted to be a mermaid. I would watch the VHS tape over and over again. I also wondered how much fucking Manic Panic it took to get her hair to that shade. And also how in the hell did she get that shell bikini top to stay on perfectly. But watching the Little Mermaid now, I’m having some rather mixed feelings. <br />
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Ariel gave away her beautiful voice, to have a pair of legs. That’s messed up to trade whatever you have that makes you unique. I understand that by flipping your fins, you don’t get too far. But really? Doing all of this for a guy you don’t know? So legs are required for jumping, dancing and strolling along on. . .what’s that word again? oh street. Legs also require frequent shaving, feet need pedicures, and you risk an expensive addiction to shoe shopping. <br />
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So in the land of where we walk, where we run, where we stay all day in the sun, I am telling you to stay the fuck in the ocean! Don’t be a part of our world! Love that fact that you’re a mermaid instead of being upset of what you are. <br />
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Ariel, you should have had Ursula take his voice and turn <b>him</b> into a merman in exchange for his voice. You wouldn’t have to leave your family behind, or trade your beautiful singing voice. Add in the bonus of never having to hear your man gripe about any issues ever! <br />
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Now here comes the mixed feelings part. . . despite having the burden of having to shave your legs on a regular basis, I would totally want to be a human. Y’see in the world of Cartoon Land, that prince/sailor guy Ariel likes, I think his name is Eric or something like that, is decent looking. I have a strange thing for tall, athletic white guys with dark hair so I would totally hit that.GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-12221681755143574962012-01-30T11:26:00.000-08:002012-01-30T11:26:07.285-08:00Too Much Daytime T.V.Basically, I have been watching Jerry Springer, The Jeremy Kyle Show, The Bill Cunningham Show, that new Dr. Drew show, and basically all daytime television. I really feel like giving some advice. I’ve already given a try at breakup tips. (link) Now I’d like to give a try at other subjects. So if you want to either ask a question in the comment section or drop me an e-mail. (And don’t worry I won’t use your real name.)GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-74914168812189505922012-01-25T09:49:00.000-08:002012-02-23T18:26:41.063-08:00Dear Random Bar Guys,You’re an interesting bunch of people to say the least. I know it’s not fair to judge you because of a few bad apples, but for the sake of my letter and sanity, I will.<br />
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But really, you are an interesting bunch of people. I already had to write a <a href="http://www.lunacyandbestwishes.blogspot.com/2012/01/itty-bitty-titty-committe-psa.html">PSA</a> regarding your strange behavior, and now…well you’ve really hit an all-time low.<br />
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I’m not sure who taught you how to talk to women, but whoever did should be shot with a high caliber machine gun until they resemble Swiss cheese. Whatever happened to: “Hi. What’s your name? I’m...Nice to meet you!” Then followed by regular small talk. ?????????????? Only a fraction of you did this! What the fuck?!?! <br />
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Here are my favorite lines of the night from the lagoon creatures I encountered:<br />
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<b>“Hey, yo, light skinned girl…”</b> Does my skin color really matter?<br />
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<b>“If I was your boyfriend I’d never let you out the house looking as hot as you do.”</b> Wow! That is insanely creepy.<br />
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<b>“Hey Jenna or whatever your name is, can I get your number?”</b> No, and my name is not Jenna, it’s Gina or Gigi. Not that you really care. <br />
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<b>“You dance really good for an anorexic looking girl.”</b> Thanks for that back handed compliment asshole. And it’s called a fast metabolism. <br />
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<b>“Fine then, I don’t need your number anyways! Why don’t you and your mosquito bites go to the bar and get drunk!”</b> Uh why do you think I’m at the bar in the first place? And “mosquito bites”?, I wrote a whole public service announcement about this. <br />
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<b>“What you don’t date gangstas/brothas/(racial slur)?” </b>I don’t creepy guys. And although I’m light skinned, I’m actually mixed, so don’t play the race card with me.<br />
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<b>“You’re pretty hot…for an emo girl.”</b> Another lame attempt at a backhanded compliment… I’m confused as well since I don’t even look emo.<br />
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<b>“If I got you drunk enough, I bet you’d go home with me.”</b> This was my favorite line from the night. I could write an entire post about this sentence alone it was so awful. There is no amount of alcohol in the world that would have gotten me to go home with you. <br />
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I’m almost at a loss of words because of this strange behavior. The fact that multiple guys said this bullshit makes me lose faith in the male species. I believe that everyone has a soul mate, but did mine get hit by a bus or something?! <br />
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Your behavior needs to change guys. <br />
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Sincerely,<br />
One Pissed Off WomanGiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-67164294398445130302012-01-24T15:42:00.000-08:002012-01-24T15:42:46.409-08:00WTF Happened To This Blog?!This is what happens when you watch too many makeover shows! As much as I love Vargas Girls, the pin-up theme was getting to be a little too much.GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-31983559284653175222012-01-22T16:18:00.000-08:002012-01-22T16:18:52.742-08:00Hello EveryoneI hope all of you had an awesome drunk weekend like myself! I have an interestng story about my weekend that I'll post about soon.<br />
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Anyways, it has been brought to my attention that you couldn't comment on my beauty blog, <a href="http://www.redlipstickandcheesecake.blogspot.com/">Red Lipstick and Cheesecake,</a> and I just want to let you know that it has been fixed. There are some other minor problems, that I'm also working on, but everything is up and running. So feel free to take a look, and let me know your thoughts and suggestions.GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-45401825384744887732012-01-19T10:22:00.000-08:002012-01-19T10:22:00.199-08:00Help My Friends!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsydp0cx0Qsvz8iNRNL6DEGaTQRe0XFpixJwtS1RigzCUouU6SV3dD3bdtH2DLBmUFq1BaG22_0K27VRjG6NnAhc2EdKnm4xW8cUszDV9H1_iFyUoyank5quepQzIWpwRKKxK5TRw8hPy/s1600/money+ideas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibsydp0cx0Qsvz8iNRNL6DEGaTQRe0XFpixJwtS1RigzCUouU6SV3dD3bdtH2DLBmUFq1BaG22_0K27VRjG6NnAhc2EdKnm4xW8cUszDV9H1_iFyUoyank5quepQzIWpwRKKxK5TRw8hPy/s400/money+ideas.jpg" width="299" /></a></div><br />
Do you have any other suggestions?GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-77881895516140826252012-01-15T23:28:00.000-08:002012-02-23T18:26:41.063-08:00Itty Bitty Titty Committe PSAA random guy, at a random bar, told me (after I rejected him) that I should join said committee. From having an auntie that is a retired psychotherapist, I know that this guy was just upset about not getting my phone number, and therefore felt the need to insult me for the sake of his ego. But really?! What a lame, so called “insult”. If you’re going to insult someone, 1. have a really good reason to, and 2. try to be clever about it. <br />
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I am a proud member of this committee, Dammit! I always have been, and according to my strange family genetics, I will be for the next 20 years or so. <br />
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What really irks me is that this lagoon creature, posing as a man, thinks my self-esteem and my wonderful a cups are somehow related. <br />
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Well young man, you are mistaken. Without trying to get all “woman’s studies,” I’m going to spit some hot fire of truth at you. (And thank you to the lovely Jenna Marbles for coming up with “hot fire of truth!”)<br />
You should consider yourself lucky that I even acknowledged your presence. Just because I was at a bar drinking, does not mean I was on the search for a one night stand. Just because I am getting divorced does not mean I have some heavy emotional baggage. I am not desperate for a man. . .especially one of your lowly caliber. <br />
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I’m beginning to grow a backbone dammit! And I hope the lovely ladies who read my blog have a backbone too. If you’ve got small tits, humongous bosoms, if you’re pencil thin, or you’ve got a big butt and cannot lie, EMBRACE what you have! There’s already too much pressure from society on how we’re supposed to look. So don’t let a man bring you down. Ever.GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-68494427007506138152012-01-13T16:50:00.000-08:002012-01-13T16:50:57.253-08:00I Started A Beauty Blog!Hello everyone! I just started a new vintage inspired blog called <a href="http://www.redlipstickandcheesecake.blogspot.com/">Red Lipstick and Cheesecake</a><br />
There isn't much on it yet, but I invite you to take a look. If you have any suggestions feel free to send me an <a href="mailto:lunacyandbestwishes@yahoo.com">e-mail</a>GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-63591958263545728752012-01-12T17:36:00.000-08:002012-01-12T17:36:44.696-08:00Big Girl PantiesIt’s already 12 days into the new year and I’ve yet to accomplish anything. Unless you consider memorizing “Bounce That Dick” by Jenna Marbles an accomplishment?! Yeah I didn’t think so either.<br />
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I think maybe I should give myself a break. <br />
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In the last few months I’ve metaphorically purchased a pair of Big Girl Panties. I’ve made the decision to make a fresh start in a new city where nobody knows my name. I’m also throwing caution to the wind and going to cosmetology school. <br />
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Now I have to go and actually put on those metaphorical Big Girl Panties, and that scares me. I’ll have to be. . .independent. I can’t rely on Daddy or (now ex) husband to help me. This is a strange feeling. . .or maybe that’s the sangria I just had. Either way, I’m anxious to what the near future holds for me, but hopefully it’s filled with lunacy and best (sangria) wishes!GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-15061743199751096342012-01-06T14:50:00.000-08:002012-01-06T14:50:47.503-08:00I Saw This On Facebook and Couldn't Resist :)<b>You Know You Lived/Grew Up In Washington State When:</b><br />
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You know how to pronounce Sequim, Puyallup, Enumclaw and Issaquah. <br />
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You consider swimming an indoor sport. <br />
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Your lawn is mostly moss and you don't really care. <br />
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Your daily commute to work involves riding a ferry. <br />
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Honking your car is for absolute emergencies. <br />
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You're extremely picky about............... your coffee.<br />
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You know where the original Starbucks is, but never go there because of all the tourists.<br />
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You rarely wash your car because it's just going to get rained on tomorrow. <br />
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Northface’s are always in fashion. <br />
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You take a heavy coat and a hat with you for a day at the beach. <br />
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Half of your food is organic and you use reusable grocery bags. <br />
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You are a full supporter/Superfan of one of Seattle's sports teams, even though you know they aren't that good. <br />
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You play the "no you go" at four-way stops. <br />
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You can tell the difference between Chinese, Japanese, Vietnamese, Korean and Thai food. <br />
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You know what a Dick's Deluxe is. <br />
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You won't go to Forks because of all the Twilight fans. <br />
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You will never forgive A-Rod. <br />
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You are a fan of all things green.GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-84067764214010701182012-01-02T12:40:00.000-08:002012-01-02T12:40:38.327-08:00WANTED: A Good Drinking BuddyCan you drink like a fish?<br />
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Can you drink like a fish without profusely vomiting? I understand it happens once in a great while, usually on a tequila bender, but I DO NOT want to be holding back your hair every time. <br />
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Have you ever drunk dialed your ex to tell them that you want them back recently? If you answered yes, you need not apply. If you have called your ex to tell them how much of a loser they are, well then that is perfectly okay. <br />
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Can you tell the difference between well and premium liquor?<br />
Do you know it is NEVER okay to order a Mikes Hard Lemonade unless you are using it as a chaser to real alcohol or to maintain your current level of drunkenness?<br />
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Are you strangely drawn to biker bars? Do you watch too much Sons of Anarchy, or have a preference for guys with facial hair who wear leather chaps? That’s okay. I much prefer dive bars myself. There is a significantly lesser chance of running into a Metrosexual Douchebag. Y’ know the meathead who wears half a pound of hair gel, a pooka shell necklace, and a t-shirt a couple sizes too small to show off his biceps covered with tribal tattoos? He talks about how much money he has and about the nice car he drives. Listen Douchebag, I don’t care if you have a BMW. . . from 1994! I would say that this guy has the personality of Tucker Max, but that would be insulting to Tucker. Metro Douchebag also boasts about how he could have any girl he wanted in the building, but you are the LUCKY one. What a load of bullshit. <br />
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Anyways, after a long night, would you put out a cup of ice water, a wet washcloth, a garbage can, and a bottle of Tums and some Tylenol for me? Would you make sure I didn’t pass out wearing my shoes. . .or with some random bar guy? Because I would do the same for you.GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-54456915723202470402011-12-28T22:25:00.000-08:002011-12-28T22:25:16.288-08:00About MeWell I let you ladies (I’m assuming most of you are ladies) decide what my next post should be, and you chose yours truly. This is also a perfect chance to introduce myself to visitors from Beauty By Krystal.<br />
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<b>How old are you?</b> I am going to turn 22 on January 3rd.<br />
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<b>What do you do?</b> I work as a caregiver, and I’m an accounting student, although I’m considering going to cosmetology school.<br />
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<b>What do you do in your spare time?</b> I read, write, watch TV, Google random beauty topics and videos on YouTube, and any random hobby that catches my interest. <br />
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<b>Have you really made a Café Mocha Vodka Valium Latte?</b> Not yet.<br />
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<b>What was the last beauty item you purchased?</b> Some Ardell “Holiday Cheers” lashes. They’re really long and covered in rhinestone sparkles. I have no idea where I will ever wear these, but they were 50% off, so I couldn’t resist. <br />
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<b>Have you accomplished any of your Beauty Resolutions?</b> Slowly but surely I’m working on it! I’ve already found my signature scent! Read the full article here. . . http://thebeautydepartment.com/2011/12/beauty-resolutions/<br />
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<b>Why does your blog only have one beauty related article?</b> I started this blog just to chronicle my petite hot mess self. It’s kind of like an online diary where I can talk about my crazy thoughts and hopefully entertain some of you. While I love anything hair, makeup and skincare related, I don’t want to feel trapped into one particular blog niche. <br />
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<b>Are you really planning for the Zombie Apocalypse?</b> Hell yeah I am! I think everyone has their own feeling about the end of the world, and I choose zombies. Even with all the planning in the world though, I still don’t think I’m ready! <br />
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<b>What is the meaning behind “Lunacy and Best Wishes?”</b> I wish I had a good answer for you! After a couple of shots, I let the vodka tell me what it wanted!<br />
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Thank you everyone for your e-mails! Any more questions, feel free to ask me. If you’re visiting from another blog, have a look around and comment/share/whatever!GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-27530870808425690732011-12-26T22:27:00.001-08:002011-12-26T22:27:39.061-08:00Happy Holidays!I’ve been relaxing this holiday season and I hope you are doing the same. By “relaxing”, I mean drinking lots of hot chocolate with Baileys and hazelnut liquor. I’m trying to get into the swing of blogging again but I have been “relaxing” quite a bit! <br />
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If anyone has any requests or random questions to ask, feel free to drop me an e mail at lunacyandbestwishes@yahoo.comGiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-21281591352377364742011-12-22T11:33:00.000-08:002011-12-22T11:33:31.447-08:00"I'm Canadian"I’m not actually Canadian. I’m half British, but that doesn’t really count. I went to Vancouver once on a day trip. I even briefly dated a hockey playing guy from a place that I can’t even spell. . . No wait, I just crossed the border into Creepy Town and looked him up on FB. I can totally spell Alberta. <br />
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Back to the point. Lately outside of the major stores in the area, are a bunch of guys asking to sign a petition. I don’t want to sign anything. Signing a lease on an apartment was difficult for me, so something that could turn into a law and possibly affect millions of people, not cool. If it was a petition for rescuing puppies and kittens, I would sign. But it wasn’t. <br />
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I also had a problem with the main guy in charge of the whole petition thing. Ladies, as you know, if you don’t look like a lagoon creature, and know how to brush your hair and put on some Chapstick, you will attract some male attention. When a man checks you out from top to bottom, and is quite obvious about it, it is called the “glad eye”.<br />
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I did not want the glad eye from this man. The only way I can describe his appearance and demeanor is if Kenny Loggins and Gollum from Lord of the Rings had a gruesome love child. I try not to judge people, but this guy gave me the heebie jeebies. <br />
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So anyways, in order not to talk to this creepy man about whatever that petition was, I just said, “I’m Canadian. I can’t vote here.” I got this idea from my Dad. He plays hockey and always wears this Montreal Canadians sweatshirt. <br />
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This creepy man didn’t believe me though. I told him that I won’t become an American citizen because Canada has universal healthcare, a lower drinking age, and that Sidney Crosby is the cutest thing to come out of Nova Scotia. I’m not sure if any of those things are true. . .but hey it worked. <br />
So thank you Dad for the superb lie you told, and thank you Canada for inventing one of my favorite sports.GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-11330670544517956042011-12-20T19:07:00.000-08:002011-12-20T19:07:29.947-08:00Do I Have A Soul?Who started the trend about redheads/gingers having no soul? I’m curious because I have a question to ask them.<br />
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I didn’t think about this until just today, but my Grandmother was a ginger. She dyed her hair blonde most of her life, but she had a mane that rivaled Carrot Top’s…Okay I feel bad comparing her to Carrot Top, I’ll say Christina Hendricks instead, even though CH isn’t a real readhead.<br />
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So since my Grandma Francess had the same color hair as Christina Hendricks, does that mean that I only have 75% of a soul? <br />
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Will this explain all my questionable decisions? Will this explain my wacky state of mind? Is 25% of me just some hollow vessel? What is going to happen to me when I die? Dammit these are serious questions and I demand some answers!GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-73318111829174907652011-12-18T02:42:00.000-08:002011-12-18T02:42:05.668-08:00World War ZI’m pretty convinced that, hopefully not in my lifetime, the Zombie Apocalypse will happen. I’ve studied The Zombie Survival Guide to know how to survive. I’ve also read World War Z and know the devastating physical, emotional, and environmental effects of said war. (I also wrote a badass English essay about those effects as well!) <br />
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<b>Without Max Brooks’ words of wisdom and common sense, I would be hopeless. </b><br />
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But anyways back to my random thought of the day. . .I live on a ground floor apartment, if Resident Evil: Real Life should occur, I would be a goner. <br />
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In every room of my apartment, with the exception of one bathroom, there is a window. How in the hell am I supposed to defend myself?! I can’t have zombies climbing down into my bedroom window while another swarm of the undead breaks through my sliding glass door in the living room. I could barricade myself in, but since zombies have unlimited stamina, it would only be a matter of time before the undead would feast upon my slightly alcoholic flesh. <br />
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In my studies of the Zombie Apocalypse, it is critical to have a plan b, and plan c, and et cetera. My newest plan is to keep watching the news keeping an ear out for the keywords like, “cannibalism” or anything, “highly contagious”. Hopefully I will have a head start and make my way to the nearest marina. From there I shall find a sailboat and prepare for the incoming war. <br />
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Is my planning for a ridiculous, hypothetical event absolutely crazy? Yes indeed it is. But it doesn’t hurt to be prepared.GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3989243952111602271.post-47345565093191881492011-12-16T10:48:00.000-08:002011-12-16T10:48:40.464-08:00Things I Love During The Holidays-A tall glass of hot chocolate.<br />
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-A tall glass of hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps.<br />
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-Watching Shemar Moore on Criminal Minds and calling him a tall glass of hot chocolate ;)<br />
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-Christmas episodes of my favorite television shows.<br />
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-Watching The Nightmare Before Christmas . . . for about the 100th time.<br />
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-My 3 foot Christmas tree with lights so bright I think you could see it from outer space.<br />
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-Making a batch of cookies for myself. . . I mean “Santa” ;)<br />
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-It’s the only time of the year I can wear green eye shadow and red lipstick at the same time and not look ridiculous.<br />
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-Making snow angels and wondering why in the hell they never look how they’re supposed to.<br />
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-Driving around the suburbs at night and looking at the houses with the most badass set of Christmas lights. <br />
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-Gingerbread scented candles.<br />
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-Flirting with the handsome Marines outside of the store collecting toys for tots.<br />
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-Donating a toy because every child deserves presents to open on Christmas morning.<br />
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- Singlehandedly eating all the candy canes before I even get a chance to put them on the tree. <br />
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-Secretly laughing at news stories about drunk Santa’s getting into altercations with the police. . .especially if there is a taser involved.<br />
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-Always forgetting batteries for kids toys. Every. Single. Year.<br />
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-Getting tipsy at office parties.<br />
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-Hoping that I don’t get stuck under a mistletoe with someone who looks like Uncle Fester from the Addams Family. <br />
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-Wondering if someone’s grandma really has actually gotten ran over by a reindeer walking home on Christmas Eve. I’m (kind of) sorry your horrible accident has turned into a catchy holiday song. <br />
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-Conducting the search for the ultimate tacky Christmas sweater.<br />
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-Should any family members read this, Sephora gift cards ;)<br />
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What are your favorite things about the holidays? Feel free to comment or send me an e-mail.GiGihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11937964784674511434noreply@blogger.com2