I simply remember my favorite things. Wait, it's not Christmas.

Hey girls, hey! Can you believe that it's already the last day in January?! I mean, I know I can't.

So much has happened this month, I honestly still can't believe that Christmas is over, let alone January. But, I am looking forward to February, because that just makes us another step closer to Spring, which is one step closer to Summer, which I am way too excited for.

 

In my whole new way of thinking and blogging, I have decided to share some of my favorite things from the month. Just call me Oprah - except I won't be giving you free cars. I am a girl on a cashier's pay, homie don't play that! So, enjoy my fave things from the past month.

 

 

 

 

I have been inspired to start reading again. I used to be the world's biggest book worm and I kind of fell off of that wagon. Don't hate on me, I became a busy girl! But, I was always super compeled to buy Ellen's book. It would stare at me everytime I would walk down the novel section in Target. Then one day, the Target gods placed a 20% off sticker right on the cover and I was sold. I mean, it was on sale, so I had to buy it, right? Needless to say, the book is wonderful, just like Ellen. If you want a light read and want to laugh, this is the book for you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am totally on the late bus with this one. Again, don't judge me! I had always wanted to get to the movie theater to see this movie when it came out, but then one lonely Sunday night I curled up in my bed and rented it on iTunes and I just had a grand old time. I am such a choir geek. I was in choir and an A Cappella group in high school, so it really brought me back to the good old days of wearing all black and singing harmonies. But anyway, back to the movie - it was so good! I loved all the musical numbers and I got to be a music geek and fall in love with the guys falsettos and the the harmonies. Ah, I died. Just love. And it's also stinking funny as heck.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I like to experiment with make-up, like any other girl. But one day when I was reading about how Taylor Swift (my twinnie) does her make-up, she said that she used CoverGirl's lash blast fusion. So, to be the best duplicate twin that I am, I went out and bought it. I am never looking back, ever. It is one of the best drugstore brand mascaras I have ever bought. It really seperates my eye lashes and makes them look longer. I would totes recomend. Thumbs up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I am always looking for new ways to listen to new music. Everyone loves Pandora, and I just can't deal with it. It always gives me music and songs I don't like, even when I tell them what I don't like. Then I tried IHeartRadio, and I liked that better because it gave me more similar music to what I wanted. Then - I don't even remember how - I stumbled upon Spotify and I fell in automatic love with it. I can use it on my computer and make playlists and listen to full albums, like iTunes, which I love! Then when I open it on my phone, I get the radio and their radio is always on point. Primo, Spotify. I would suggest it if you haven't yet. Go go, music lovers.

 

 

 

 

 

Enjoy your last day in January, y'all!

We have February to look forward to. You know what that means.

Singles Awareness Day. Valentine's Day.

You will be hearing my thoughts on the matter soon, don't worry.



When I'm feeling blue all I have to do...

I am very excited on this hump day. Why? I am not entirely sure. Maybe it's because yesterday I got a good report from the doctor - all the levels are good and I dropped 3 lbs, holla! I am doing super awesome on the Special K Challenge, so well in fact that Special K even tweeted and followed me. Yeah, that's right. I got my healthy girl swag on! I have also been keeping up in all my classes so far this semester and I am looking forward to speaking Italian all over the joint. Come va?!

 

Now, to address my previous post. I have not been my happy self lately and I am just so frustrated as to why. I get anxious, nervous, stressed and tense and I find myself aimlessly walking around my house, cleaning all the drawers of my dresser at 9:45 PM, snapping at friends and family. I am just so outta wack, it ain't even funny. But, I decided that I am going to force myself out of this funk that I am in. In case any of you are ever having a rough day and you want to cheer yourself up, why don't you take a few tips from me.

 

 

Look at photos of attractive men // I mean, c'mon. Tell me that seeing those attractive candymen above didn't put a smile on your face. The men that put a smile on my face just so happen to be Chord Overstreet, Adam Levine and Zac Efron. I mean, they are all rocking simple white t's and they are looks super hot. And, if looking at them doesn't do it for ya, listen to them sing. Chord | Adam | Zac

 

Drink some coffee // I mean, it's no secret that I am a caffeine addict. So any time that I can sip some yummylicious coffee instantly makes me happy. Not only does it keep me awake, it's just like you are drinking a cup of sunshine. Unless the barista messes it up. Then, throw it in their face and go make the coffee yourself.

 

Watch a Ryan Gosling movie // This idea kind of goes hand in hand with numero une up there. I mean, it's one of the most attractive males in a moving picture infront of you. I mean, I went and saw Gangster Squad a week ago and I didn't want to leave the theater. Ryan Gosling is all kinds of attractive and just a primo actor. Watch a movie with him in it. JUST. DO. IT. Preferably one where his shirt comes off.

 

 



Listen to Britney // I am talking old-school BritBrit. When she was singing in a high school gym about love. When she would wear awful scrunchies and way too many half shirts and short skirts, with platform flipflops. You need to listen to that kind of Britney. It will bring you back to the good old days and you will just be smiling like a goof. I totes don't know from experience.

 

 

Paint your nails // I did this and I literally felt better. I paint them a nice bright color and it really helped pick me up. As silly as it seems, it helps! I am drawn to dark colors usually, but I have on a nice bright orange/peach color and it's like tiny-little balls of sunshine on the ends of my hands.

 

These are just some of my favorite things that keep me happy.
I know it may be a little strange, but hey, that's just me!

Hope you are all happy on this Wednesday.
Ciao, kitty cats.

Brought to you by: Marissa's Headache.

Happy Monday, my pretties.

 

I hope that all is well. And the well things are very well. I on the other hand, am not so well. I have been going cray cray this past week/weekend just trying to figure out many different things that I should be doing, have to do and shouldn't do at all. Which is why I bring this post to you.

 

I know I need to post, so I don't lose any kind of momentum that I have going, and I should be making some more planned posts (one coming your way this week, holla) and I shouldn't be watching Adam Levine's SNL episode until I do the said things on my To-Do list. But, I am sorry. I would rather listen to Adam's terrible made up song "YOLO" and burn the To-Do list over my vanilla caramel candle. Sound like a plan?

 

I do, however, want to take this opportunity to thank you beautiful peoples because when I checked my blog this weekend I saw a pretty cool number pop up on my followers:

 

 

30! I know it may not seem like a big deal because some of you have hundreds of awesome readers, but I am so happy that people like me - they really like me. So, thanks to you awesome humans who read the random nonsense that I post up here. You da best, y'all!

 

Now, because this post is totes full of fail - womp wah - I am going to leave you with said Adam Levine song from SNL. Just because he always be looking so sexy, and the song is just hytserical in itself. And if you have seen it, watch it again. You can't get enough Adam Levine.

 

 

I am always a Puzzled Polly.

Well, it's Thursday.

Which means, tomorrow is Friday.

Which makes me a happy duck.

Quack.

 

I have been doing a lot of thinking lately. It's never good when I think, in case you didn't know. When I think very deeply about something, it consumes me. I just can't shake it, it's always in my head and it bothers me to the point of a literal depression. I mean, I get so depressed that I just eat Snack Pack pudding with whipped cream while watchind Dance Moms and I just want to cry. I mean, if that's not a picture of depression, I don't know what is. Maybe it's a picture of the single girl life. Either way, depression. There is only one way to get out of a depression: listening to Kelly Clarkson. Yup, that's the only reason. Don;t doubt me. Next time you are a Sad Sandy go put on "Miss Independent" and tell me that you don't end up having a dance party.

 

 

In light of my thinking and being puzzled by the stupidity in my life, I decided to make a list of a few of the many things that make me a Puzzled Polly. These are the questions that haunt me.

 

Why doesn't Dunkin Donuts make hot cups to fit every cup? I am not gunna lie and say I never get a large coffee from Dunkin, but I mean, some days I do. And when I do, I would not like to pick up the cup and get all the coffee sweat on my hands. If I buy a medium, I get the hot cup to keep my hand perfectly dry. Then if you get a small, they try to jam that sucker into a small hot cup, but we all know that don't work, homie.

 

Why I can't have an unlimited amount of money to spend at Target? I am sorry, but everytime I go in that God forsaken place I end up buying the entire joint. It's on stuff I don't even need! Oh look, it's January and I am going to start stocking up on these really cute Valentines....that I am not going to give out...because no one loves me...

 

Why did Jelena break up? Not that I even really care - kind of but not really. At first I thought she was too good for the Biebs and then they dated for like, ever, and so then I thought awe, they are kinda cute. And now they are broken up and all I want to do is have Biebs sing "As Long As You Love Me" to her so they can get back together. They were uber adorbs together, not gunna lie.

 

Why does Twitter limit me? Sorry Twitter, but I got stuff to say and I would like more than 140 characters to get all of my sarcasm and wit out into cyberspace, thanks!

 

Why can't I have my own personal valet? I mean, who really wants to walk all the way to their car and turn it on and all that jazz. Can I just have someone always on hand and ready to sprint to my car and pull it up to me? I mean, they could also drive me around if they please.

 

Why are men so stupid? I just don't get it and I don't think I ever will. They are so flipping oblivous to everything! I can't. I just can't. I could probably be holding a light up sign that says "I dig you" as I was being thrown out of a plane, on fire, throwing fireworks and this man still wouldn't get the hint. I mean, really?

You tell 'em, Abby!

 

Why can't I be satisfied with a salad when I eat it at home? I eat salad at home, I then want to eat everything. When I eat a salad at a restaurant, I am so full, I would pass  on whatever kind of chocolate, molten, lava oozey cake they had. I don't understand.

 

 

Why can't I actually be a good blogger? The world may never know.

 

Ciao, mi amores!



Facts of Me.

Buongiorno, bellas!

Can you tell that I just got out of my first Italian class of the semester?



 

Now that I am back in classes and back to my usual work schedule, my life is back to being more boring than normal. Go on, judge my grandma lifestyle, do it! I will beat you with my cane and splash your face with prune juice.
 

But lucky for me I also had an awesome link-up planned for today, thanks to Miss Whitney, over at I wore yoga pants to work. So, let's get on with the show so you can learn some silly, strange, odd and maybe useful things about me.

 

 

It takes me a solid hour and a half to get ready. And that's if I am in a hurry. From the moment I step into the shower to the last spray of PINK Body Mist, it takes me a good 90 minutes; on a good day. If I know I have time, it can take me three hours. My hair alone takes me a good 45 minutes to an hour because I have to blowdry it, then use my round brush to blowdry it straight and then pick my weapon: straightner or flat iron. Add five minutes to that process if I decide to wear my bangs that day - that's just a struggle.  My makeup doesn't take long, I was never super artist with eyeliner and eyeshadow. I would rather not have people staring at my face becuse it was extra colorful.

 

My nails always need to be painted. I think unpainted nails are ugly and just a big old NO. I dont even care if I have to use tacky nail stickers - like I am currently wearing zebra ones - to have something on my nails, I will do it. Even though I hate myself everytime I paint my nails because I know they will get ruined at work #cashierprobz. But, none the less, I have an army of Essie nailpolish and I am not afraid to use them.

 

I can only drink Diet Coke. No waitress, Pepsi is not okay. Pepsi makes me extra burpy and bloated and I just don't like it. I mean, if Coke is good enough for the polar bears in the North Pole, that is good enough for me, dangit!

 

When I was in high school, I had an emo/rock phase. I mean, didn't we all? My freshman-sophomore year of high school, I wanted to be Demi Lovato and Selena Gomez. All I did was wear black nail polish, straighten my hair pin straight everyday, wear skinny jeans with vests and converse. I mean, it wasn't cute at all. Then my junior year I wanted to be Lauren Conrad. My senior year I wore sweatshirts all the time. After talking with a friend about this recently, I am now Demi Lovato meets Lauren Conrad. I love frilly and girly things, but I still love my leather jacket and studded combat boots.

 

This photo was from the later years of the Demi Lovato phase.

 

I work with my dad. It's not all it's cracked up to be, really. We both work at the same market and he is a manager of the butcher shop and I am a cashier. It used to be nice when I started working there 3 years ago. He would buy my lunches and make sure I was okay. Now, he embarasses me, doesn't love me alone and sticks his nose into all my business at work. Love ya dad!

 

I am a theater kid. I always will be, I am sure of it. I love being in plays and shows and I also love writing them and putting them together. I have had some doozy of roles in my day, but I always had a blast and it was always a fun time. I love going to see shows and I will jump on any chance to see one. Though, I have yet to see one on Broadway. Hint, hint, MOM!

 

I talk way too loud. I am Italian, and I don't apologize for it. So what if the people down the street know that my car mats are filthy, I probably entertained them for a few minutes. Your welcome.

 

I have a beauty mark in the corner of my eyes and everyone thinks it's dirt/makeup. Yes, it's a beauty mark and no, no matter how hard you rub it, it will not go away. I used to hate it, but now I have come to accept it. I was born this way, baby ~

 

Everyone tells me I look like Taylor Swift. I may or may not have started this rumor, but tons of people jumped on the bandwagon. It really depends on the day, I am not going to go out all over and say that I look like her all the time, it really does depend on the day. But, I am not hating on it.

 

Can ya see it? Yeah, I know you can. Just a little bit.

 

 

I have had about 6-7 dogs in my lifetime. My current pup Ruby is the longest reigning dog in the house. Our family has had a ton, and then we eventually end up getting rid of them, selling them to loving home, because they were just a terror in the house or my dad didn't like them. Fortunately, dad likes Ruby. So, we are on a good one.

 

I don't have any games on my iPhone. I don't like games unless they are on other people's phones. I would never waste my space on a game when I can have five different photo editing apps.

 

Thanks Whitney for giving me an excuse to talk about myself today.

Love ya, girl!

 





I am needy and have cravings.

Oh, hello, Monday.

 

Happy Monday to you lovely readers. I hope that you are having a good day, and if you aren't, I hope the Starbucks fairy visits you with some espresso. Oh, and if that's not helping, just click here. Yes, you are very, very welcome ;)

 

Today, I am going to talk about some things that you girls can relate to - and if not, you can just sit back and have a good laugh at my expense. So, today I am going to talk about the crazy things that I want/crave/complain about/desire when I am PMS'ing. Yup, I said it and I am going there. Let's take a journey, loved ones.

 

1. I want chocolate, cookies, cake...pretty much any and all things that have sugar. I don't overly crave things usually, but when I do, I want them and I don't stop thinking about them until I get it. For instance, I am craving a blended coffee from a local coffee shop, so I am making it a point today that I do there and get it. I want it all. Yes, I am Sharpay Evans, you dig? I also want tons of sugar and chocolate. If it's around and I see it, I want it. Thank God for a dad who buys you chocolate chip cookies, huh?

 

2. I want to lay around in my bathrobe all day. Why do I find the largest amount of comfort in this thick piece of fabric? I don't know, but all I want to do is lounge around in my bathrobe, leggings and cuddled under twelve billion layers of blankets.

 



 

3. I want to punch all of my customers in the face. When I am at work and someone asks me more than one question, I automatically want to grab a ciabbata from the bread rack behind me and beat them to death with it. No, I am not a violent person, and I am usually very patient. But, around this time of the month, I will cut you if you ask me one more time if I really did put the sheet of meat ravioli on the top of the box.

 

4. I want to cuddle, and cuddle and cuddle some more. I just want to cuddle. I try to cuddle with my dog, but when she gets in my bed she either lays on my pillows and I can't get comfortable or she lays of my hair or face, homie don't play that.

 

5. I complain about being single. I complain about being alone and single like it's my job. I will text my friend Michele and we will both just rag about our lonely times and how we wish we had a boyfriend and then we just say "whatever" and end up eating and then later say "this is why I don't have a boyfriend!" It's a rollercoaster of emotion.

 

6. I complain about everything. Not only do I complain about the single girl struggle, but I complain about everything. How the left side of my hair doesn't have enough curl as the other, that there is only Diet Pepsi and not Diet Coke in the house and how my jeans aren't fitting because I am bloated. The PMS complain struggle is real.

 

 

All in all, I end up being a hot mess who is shoving chocolate chip cookies in her mouth while watching re-runs of Dance Moms, texting her best friends about how fat she is going to get and how boys don't like her. I may or may not have done that last night. Pffft..not...pffft....

 

 

Your Life. Can I have it?

It's Friday!

 

Let us rejoice and sing along with the angels in the hallelujah choir. Oh. You don't wanna sing? That's fine too. I mean, I did dry clean those old maroon choir robes. But, if you don't wanna sing today, that's fine. I will just go hum a tune all by my lonesome. I don't need other people to sing. Shoot.

 

Well, today I want to talk about the lovely ladies that may sing (or not) that I wouldn't mind being for a day (or forever). Maybe you will agree with me, maybe you won't. That's totally okay. We can agree to disagree. But, without a doubt, all these ladies are fabulous and haters gonna hate.

 

 

Taylor Swift // Everybody hates on this poor girl, and I am putting a stop to this right now, okay?! Yes, she writes songs about her breakups and all that jazz. She is being a normal girl. I mean, c'mon, she was raised on a Christmas Tree farm and had bushy, curly afro hair in middle school. What do you want her to be singing about, living in the ghetto and her super bass? No thanks. But, back to the subject of the matter: I would want to be Taylor Swift because she is just such a classy, elegant girl who is just a genuinely sweet and caring person. She is also the size of a toothpick and has the best hair I have ever seen in life. She also sells bazillions of albums and gets to tour all around the world. How stinking cool would that be? Going to sleep in Paris and waking up in Japan? That's super rad.

 

Lea Michele // I mean, who really doesn't want to be Lea Michele? She starred on Broadway, got a writer/producer to fall in love with her and write her a specific role into a hit television show that had a sold out tour. I mean, I think that's kinda awesome. Not to mention she dates the adorably-awkward Cory Monteith! Like TayTay, she is also ten pounds soaking wet and can pull off just about any dress known to man. She also has tons of adorable tattoos and has the voice of an angel. Like, honestly. She is amazeballs. Just go stinking listen to her!

 

Demi Lovato // Demi is just such a strong girl. I was super proud of her when she came out of rehab and had a number one single. I mean, that's super talent. She has a powerhouse voice and she has been in three movies for Disney, and had a great career with Disney. When I was little all I wanted to do was be a kid actor on Disney. I always wanted to say "Hi, I'm Marissa from *insert show here* and you're watching Disney Channel!" And, she has dated some cuties in her day. I also wouldn't have minded judging X Factor with BritBrit.

 

Lauren Conrad // Can I just have all of her style and clothes and creativity, like now?! She has two amazing fashion lines, she had a hit show on MTV, she wrote a novel series and published two books on Style & Beauty. I mean, is there anything this girl can't do? She also has load of money and can just take a plane to anywhere in the world and have a grand old time just living it up. I mean, she's got a sweet gig, dontchya think?

 

Who wouldn't you mind being for a day, or a week...or forever?

 



Just Being Musical: January Playlist.

Happy Wednesday, primos!

 

This morning I was laying in my bed after my alarm had gone off several times, and I was just ignoring it like it was my job. But, as I was ignoring the annoying buzzing (and the obnoxious sound of my neighbors' snow plow) I was going through the recently purchased music on my iPhone. I am a music junkie, I am the first to say it. I love listening to the radio and jamming out and I just love music, and all kinds of it. So, I decided that since it's January and January is the month to "start new things", I decided that I am going to make a playlist each month of some of my favorite songs for you all to enjoy with me. Sound like a plan? I knew you would like it! (even if you don't like it, just pretend.) So, allow me to introduce you to the songs that you would find me singing under my breath.

 



Listen to this playlist on Spotify!

Or, just pick a song and listen to it on YouTube:

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

 

Enjoy!

What was that?! Oh, just a kick in the butt.

Shalom, friends.

Hopefully you are all well rested from your weekend and got all of your complaining out about it being the begining of the week. I, frankly, never really know what day it is because I am still on a go-with-the-flow kind of schedule. Which, to be quite honest, is awesome but still totally crazy.

I WANT MY ORGANIZED LIFE BACK.

Okay, I am done blabbing about my non-hectic life.

 

But, I am adding a little bit of stress to my life. Dear Lord.

I am going on a no-carb and no-sugar diet for the week.

Wait. What?

Yes, that's exactly what I said when I had this bright idea.

My dad has been on the Atkins diet. I don't know if I want to go so extreme with this, but I am just going to try to avoid carbs and foods are filled with extra sugars. I don't think it's really going to be all that hard for me, I just need to not look at absolutely anything whenever I go to work. All that pasta, bread, Italian cookies, AH! But, I am going to do my best to atleast get it through this week. Pairing this new bread-less idea with a little bit of excercise every day, I want to try and get back into a new routine or healthier eating. This gal wants to be able to fit into a smaller size bathing suit this summer.

 

I know it's not going to be easy, but it will be worth it...eventually.

I mean this stuff is good and comforts me and is the best friend ever,

 

 

but this will be better in a few months, don't you agree?

 

Wish me luck!

It's OK Thursday.

Hello, sweet peas.

Nothing says "Happy Thursday" like a link-up.

So, let's get onto to todays scheduled planning, shall we?

 

 

It's ok...to go out on a Wednesday night and pretend like it's a weekend.

It's ok...to let things linger in your mind, even though it's torturing the crap outta you.

It's ok...to work on your day off, just to make your boss happy.

It's ok...to watch the People's Choice Awards and envy Taylor Swift and Lea Michele.

It's ok...to drink large amounts of caffeine to fill the void of actual food.

It's ok...to overthink everything and drive yourself to insanity. (this isn't really ok)

It's ok...to wear the same yoga pants two days in a row.

It's ok...to watch silly videos of the Glee Cast to make you feel better.

It's ok...to spend $15 on iTunes in under five minutes.

It's ok...to stay in your pajamas until the last ten minutes before you walk out the door.

It's ok...to do a link-up when your life stinks at blog content.



Allow me to formally introduce myself...

Hey-ho!

Not to be confused with "Ho Hey", which is a wonderful song by The Lumineers.

Happy Wednesday. I hope that your mid-week is filled with unicorns, glitter and rainbows.

Now now, don't things look a little bit snazzier around here? Well, I can thank the most wonderful and amazing Stephanie from Stephanie G Designs. I won a free service from her a while back and she gave my blog a much needed make-over. Just what it needed! Thanks chicky! She dealt with my picky nature all after the holidays and just weeks before having a baby! She is a saint, I tell ya!

 

I would like to take today to pull a Whitney - not really, but really - and make a post introducing myself to my new followers, because I have been kind of taken back by the new ones that I have recieved. Even though I am still starting out, I still appreciate each and every one of you that read my crud and proudly and publicly decided to show that you follow my insanity by clicking "follow". You da bestest, baby boos.

 

So, allow me to clue you into my crazy blonde self.

 

 

My name is Marissa. To my family, I am Marissa-Faith. To my friends I am Riss. To my customers I am Bertha. To my co-workers I am Taylor. To my Italian friends I am Maria.  I have way too many nicknames from way too many people. You can call me anything you want, except late for dinner. I like nicknames and totes enjoy them, so if you are creative, take a shot at it.

 

I am a college student studying English - so I should probably be better at this writing thing, eh? Pft, who really cares about that. Anyway, moving on. Sorry mom. When I am not walking with purpose around my college campus, avoiding eye contact by any means necessary, I am ringing out loud, obnoxious people at a local Italian market. I love my co-workers, they are just a ball and we are one big, crazy, dysfunctional famiglia. Fun fact: I work with my dad! He is the butcher at the deli. Again, moving on.

 

I am not the most uninteresante person out there. My life is pretty average, to be quite honest.

I am that girl that catches up with old friends and they tell me all these amazing things and then that portion of the conversation where they say "so, what's new?" and I laugh uncomfortably and say "nothing". Then, they continue to pry and I am like "well, this lady yelled at me at work because I didn't label her cheese ravioli..." and the conversation usually ends there. See, not interesting.

 

Now, here is the portion of the post where I just list random things about me:

- I like to think that I can speak Italian. I usually break out into random Italian when the conversation leads itself where I can respond in any Italian I know. I wish I were foreign.

 

- I am Taylor Swift. I strongly belive that. Haters gonna hate. Gators gonna gate. Waiters gonna wait.

 

- I spend very large amounts of money at Target on things I don't need. I usually find myself saying "what the heck did I even buy?" and then just shake my head and grab Starbucks to ease the pain.

 

- I love Zumba. I am pretty sure I look mad awkward when I am dancing, but I am convinced that I look like Jennifer Lopez, so it's all totes wonderful.

 

- I have a nail polish addiction. I am going no further with this sentence.

 

- I love coffee. Well, caffeine in general, actually. It's a horrid habit. (Yes, you read that in Lindsay Lohan's British accent, I know you did.) I love coffee and I don't know why. I tried to fast it once. I managed two weeks and then was so sick from withdrawls. Needless to say, I have coffee multiple times a day. It's like my water.

 

- Adam Levine is my man. Don't even try to fight me. I will win. I just will.

 

- I have a problem with emoji's. I love texting my friends and over-doing the emoji's. I just think they are so cute and add a little pizzazz to a text, tweet or anything. They are adorable and I love them.

 

Well, now that you all probably think that I am a weirdo, I am going to stop this crazy train here.

If you have any questions for me, I am totally open to answering questions.

If you also share any of my weirdness, let me know so I can feel better about myself.

 

Toodalooo loved ones.

Go take a journey.

 



Reflecting for a minute.

Happy Tuesday, friends.

I hope you all don't mind if I go a little serious on you today.

I am allowed to do that every once in a while.

There is a heart underneath my stupid whit and sarcasm.

 

Today, I just want to talk about how important life is. We all see quotes on paintings, in Tweets or on Pinterest about living each day as if it was your last and making the most and the best out of what you have. This whole theme has really been hitting home with me lately, especially today.

 

Last night I found out that a kid I went to high school with, whom I also graduated with, passed away from cancer. I am not here to proclaim that I was best friends with him or that we were tight from way back, but I did attend school with him for seven years. He was a truly great kid who was always smiling, making other people laugh and was just living his life as happy as he could make it. He fought his way through high school with cancer and now, God decided to take him because he needed another angel. This whole experience has really brought our whole town community together, and especially our graduating class back together, after we have all gone our seperate ways.

 

The whole thing really got me thinking about how blessed I am. I wake up every morning with my feet touching the ground and I am breathing, and I can walk to my kitchen and get pestered by my dog and pour myself a cup of coffee. I honestly have nothing that I can complain about in my life, and one of the things I want to work on is my complaining. Yes, I complain a lot, but I want to really just take life for face value, and really focus on the good and amazing things in my life, rather than that one customer at work that pissed me off, or that Dunkin messed up my coffee order. I am in the market to live my life with no regrets, no complaints and live my life the best I can with out worries.

 

I talked about it with my friend Michele and we both decided to live the Hakuna Matata lifestyle - no worries, just love. Since it's a new year and it may be somewhat cheesy, but think about all the possitive things in your life over the negative and focus on those because, things can change in an instant, so you need to appreciate the big and little things while you can.

 

I leave you with my all-time favorite song, from such a wonderful musical whose message is all about living life with no regrets. Their tag line is "no day but today.".
 



We meet again, Monday.

Happy Monday, fools.

I feel like this is the portion of the post where I should be complaining about how awful today is because it's the red-headed step child day of the week. But, this Monday isn't totes awful. Maybe it's because I am still on break from classes and I don't have to work today. Ha, betchya suckers envy me now. But, anywho...

 

I bet you are all just DYING to know that I did over the weekend. Well my friends, you are in luck because that is what I am going to be talking about. Don't you guys just read me like a book.

Or maybe it's because I don't have any original content for today.

Oooppssiesss!

 

Friday I worked and then went to dinner with the family and totally crashed and went to bed at like 9:30 PM, because I am living the grandma lifestyle, homie g.

 

Saturday, as you all know, I had the day off! So - what any girl with a say off would do - I went shopping. I recently discovered the heaven that is Nordstrom Rack and I am totally addicted. It's amazeballs and I want to take my laptop and phone charger with me and just go live there. I bought myself some new clothes and that I love, which include but are not limited to, Michael Kors boots, Juicy Couture sweatshirt, Michael Kors belt and Marc Jacobs sunglasses. After Nordstrom Rack I continued to blow money at Charolette Russe, where I actually found clothes that fit! I picked up a pair of teal and pastel pink jeans, a few shirts and sweaters as well. I was one happy girl! I was going to buy some stuff from Victoria's Secret, but this grandma was not about to wait in that long line. Not-uh. Then, when we were leaving the mall, my mom bought me my new Michael Kors bag, which is seriously my new child. I can't even handle it.

 

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, here are the twe newest collections to my Michael Kors collection *cough obssession cough*.

 

I got to spend my Sunday (funday) with my friend Felicia. I picked her up in the early afternoon and we headed down to the city to a cute little Italian bakery/pastry joint where we both drank coffees with espresso in and mangia'd on some yummo cakes. It was a good time just hanging out and visiting somewhere new.

 

 

We then followed up our caffeine highs on a trip to a small shopping plaza where we spent money on things we really didn't even need. But, I did pick up a few good things that will keep me entertained for a little while this week. But, I am not going to tell you about them just yet, because, that is for a later post. Shh! Don't tell anyone!

 

I finished off my night by watching Pitch Perfect, which made me really want to start singing again, and totes made me miss my A Capella group from high school, even though we were never that good - but we did sing cheesy girl power songs.
 

 

 

 



Little Things....not the One Direction kind.

Do not let your eyes decieve you.

Yes, I am posting on a Saturday.

You may be pondering to yourself why I am posting on a day that I work.

Well, friends, today is a milestone.

I have the day off.
Hold up, wait a minute. I am totes shocked myself. Don't worry, I am going to bring you to the bottom of this outrage. So, you see, my boss told me and my partner in crime, Michele, that we have been working so hard over the holidays and with her absences with being sick, that she wanted to reward us. HOLLA. I can honestly say that the last time I had a Saturday off was my cousin's wedding which was over a year ago. I don't take days off or request them, I just always worked my life around my work schedule, always have, and always will. I am just absolutely thrilled that I have a Saturday off and I can see what real people - that aren't my crazy customers - do on a Satuday.

It's like bringing a little kid to a candy store. I am so excited!

 

Having this small event happen, really got me thinking "dang Marissa, you get excited about really stupid crap" and I replied to myself, "yes, yes I do." Which then lead me to thinking about all the really little things that get me excited in life. Let's make a list, shall we?

 

People liking my stuff on social networking | Yeah, it's kind of stupid, but I totally love to see people like my random ramble of a status on Facebook, retweet my Lion King song lyrics on Twitter or like a photo of my Dunkin cup on Instagram. It makes me feel appreciated. Don't even tell me that doesn't make you happy.

 

Getting your coffee just the way you like it | I am always down for appreciating a good cup of coffee, but there are those days where you just really want a coffee and then when you take a sup it's like you are in paradise. Oh yeah, mocha latte with whole milk makes me feel like I have wings.

 

Getting called by my name | All day long at work I am called "miss", "ma'am", "hun" and by that mom who has kids "nice lady". But, it's nice to have someone actually take the 2.7 seconds to look at my shirt and say "Marissa". I mean, it's written on my shirt for goodness sake, it's there for a reason!

 

 Climbing into your bed and having everything you need | I am one of those people who gets all cozy in bed and then realizes the remote is in East Guam and I try to crawl around my bed and make all efforts to not get off the bed to get to the remote. Augh, hate that garbage. But, a few nights ago I had everything I needed: remote, cell phone, drink and snack all within reach. That's something worth being happy about.

 When my eyeliner comes out moderately decent | Enough said, right?


May your Saturday be merry and bright.
See ya on the flip side, sillies.


 



Oh, hai 2013!

Happy New Year, a day late.

Yeah, we all know I am a procrastinator.

Which is why you are getting a New Year post on January 2nd.

Haters gonna hate.

 

I hope that you all had a wonderful time the other night.

I didn't do much, really. I worked all day, got out at around 5 PM and then headed home to shower and have a glorious Italian meal with my parents. I then cuddled into bed and started to watch the Rockin New Years Eve thing, which was really awful because all they did was show old clips of Dick Clark. Like, ain't nobody care about that stuff. But, anyway. I can honestly say that I fell asleep at 9:30 PM. All my friends had plans and I don't have a boyfriend.

So that calls for a.....

 

I spent my New Years Day out to breakfast and walking around the mall endlessly with my cousin, buying very random things and forever wishing we had enough money to buy gorgeous things from Kate Spade's new bag collection - ohmigawd, they are beautiful.

 

The only thing that really made January 1st worth while was....



THE RETURN OF DANCE MOMS.

Heck to the yes.

 

Yup. This is a pointless post brought to you by the uninteresting life of Marissa.