What do you do when you're chillaxing at home, waiting to go say goodbye to your Granddad before he dies? You make a batch of brownie batter from scratch and eat all of it! Hooray for eating your feelings.
Pardon the nasty eyes, I've been crying for like three months now.
Because my hometown was destroyed by a tornado, and I can't get a hold of some of my closest friends to know if they're alive, and because my super manly brother is currently crying because he was helping pull dead bodies from the rubble, I decided to hide behind a Clone Trooper mask in hopes that people would see this.
Pray for Joplin, y'all. The death tolls released by the press is nowhere near correct. That's just for the confirmed deaths. Jack said he and the rescue group he was with stopped counting the number of bodies they pulled after 20. He guesses there was close to a thousand bodies found today that just aren't confirmed by a coroner.
I wear glasses 90% of the time I'm awake, and contacts 10% of the time I'm awake. I have 20/150 vision in one eye, and 20/80 in the other, so they're necessary. But I still feel like they make me look like a librarian. Or a hipster.
I finally got the confidence today to wear these high waisted shorts I made. I felt so good about myself, I wore eyeliner for the first time in 9 months, I wore red lipstick, I thought I looked good. I felt good.
And then a customer told me my shorts were cute and that it was so "encouraging" to see someone "chubby like me" wearing fashionable clothes, and that she wished more "larger" girls would try and be fashionable.
I'm never wearing them again. I get that a size 8 pant/size 10 dress isn't like model skinny, but still.
Love from scenic Amanda's Bed. This is the first time I've had internet in my bedroom since I lived in Mexico, and the first time ever in this house. It's awesome.
