shut up and hear me out.

i will admit it: i have a VERY charmed and good life. i'm not bragging-just a fact.

i was blessed with a ridiculously incredible singing voice that even sometimes i can't believe that sound is coming out of MY mouth.

i have parents who BEYOND provide for me. spoil me, in fact.

i am intelligent. okay, shut up. i am at least intelligent enough to write this blogpost, right?

i have a healthy body.

and to skip ahead, the one that gets me the most, is the fact that i travel to europe every year due to my being half-english.

okay, fine fine fine. that's all super great, buuuuuuut.....


i HATE beyond HATE---hate is a strong word---i HAAATTEE when people ask me about england/europe, and also when they ask about my singing/singing career.

NOW YOU KNOW, SO DON'T ASK!!!

the things i love to talk about are the things that nobody really knows about me...

i love the military and am joining the air force!

i love boys! and military boys! okay, that's not really a secret...but i am happy to talk about it anytime! haha

i am an all-american country girl, half british, and brought up a lady! haha in fact, i am wearing my cowboy hat while sitting in an english house this very second! don't ask questions.

i love to talk about random things, like, what the heck are people thinking when they are looking at me?? can you imagine what i would say if i had to share my thoughts when looking at people?! not good.

i like to work-out. let's talk about it.

so those are a few things that i WOULD want to talk about when i get home from europe, opposed to, "OH MY GOSH, TELL ME EVERY DETAIILLL OF YOUR TRIP!! I'D LOOOVEEE TO GO TO ENGLAND!! TELL ME EVERYTHING!!!".

sends shivers down my spine.

chickidee.

my best friend in the whole world...hold on...

we don't like to call eachother best friends because we've never had that kind of relationship. here's just a few things about why we don't consider ourselves "best friends":

1. we don't hug. only on special occasions like graduation-and it lasted about .000343 seconds.

2. we don't say love ya, love you, and we most DEFINITELY do NOT call eachother babe. heaven forbid, i probably wouldn't call anyone except a boyfriend babe!

3. we don't call eachother on the phone and talk for hours about nothing and everything. we text. occasionally call if necessary, but never just to talk.

okay, you get the idea. we're basically like really butch girls who are friends....and that totally doesn't sound normal so i take it back...

anyway, she's the one i can go to if i need a slap in the face and/or for a reality check.

she's the one who i can drive in the car with and giggle like 13 year old girls about a cute boy in the car next to us.

she's the one i tell the truth to-no matter how bad it hurts.

she's the one i can be myself around no matter WHAT kind of mood i'm in.

she's the one who gives me stupid ideas...that i am more than happy to go along with.

she's the one who listens for hours about my ridiculously unstable love life.

she's the one who knows how to make things better-ice cream.

she's the one who can say it to my face.

she's the one i can laugh with for hours on end without any reason at all.

she's my co-captain. or i'm HER co-captain...if only i could roll my eyes right now...

she's the one who dates the other brother so we can go on convenient double dates.

she's the one i can go on late night drive-bys to LOSEREX-BOYFRIEND'SHOUSESBECAUSEWE'REPATHETIC.

she's the one with brilliant ideas, like, dressing up as polygamists for halloween.

she's the one who makes me feel like a celebrity...and makes others believe it, too.

she's the one who sleeps with me on tour, and puts up with my diagonal sleeping.

she's the one who will go to gen-x with me and buy awesome shirts just because.

she's the one who comes to all my performances.

she's the one who is starting to sound like my lesbian girlfriend so i'm gonna stop.

if i had it my way...

so this morning, i saw a picture of a cake, and naturally, i started thinking of things i want, i like, and well, need...

so here we go! let's count down the top 10 things i need most and/or can't live without...
(in other words, a list of things that i really like. whatever.)

10. cake. food? chocolate. anything edible and delicious.
9. my phone. shut up.
8. men. military, preferably. but we all knew that.
7. ice cream. ANY kind. i'm easy to please.
6. music? sure, why not.
5. ringonthefinger.com/welcomehomeblog.com
4. joking around.
3. exercise. holy crap, i'd go insane without it.
2. my friends. JASMINE, ALEXANDRA, CARLIE, KRISTINE, LIZ...and the list goes on and on...
1. laughter. smiling. happiness.
0. long hair.

alright, so that list is ridiculously out of order and a little bit random, but hey...

MY LIFE BE LIKE OOOHHH AAAAAAHHHHHHH OOOOOHHH OOOOOHHH.

what is a kiss?

it seems like guys just kindof EXPECT you to kiss them...

i always imagined every kiss would be special and would be super cute, and yeah, i probably thought they would all be in the rain,too...

but now that i'm older and wiser, and have definitely had my fair share of WORRRRTTTHHHLLEEESSSS KIIISSSSSSSSSEEEEEEESSSSSS, i am going to change...

i've always told guys straight up that i'd prefer to kiss a guy if he was my boyfriend...
...but none of them listen...

SO! i am taking a different approach...

maybe i flirt too much, which therefore gives off the vibe that i am so called "easy" and they feel as if they can just USSEEE AND ABUSSEEE ME!!!!

thing is....i don't REALIZE i'm flirting...that's just how i AM! so...dilemma city....

and WHILLEE we're in dilemma city...i'd like to take you around the block to somewhere where i call single-town. i've lived here quite a while. why? because guys are jerks, and noone is willing to pay the price to live with me in HAPPY-VILLE!! k, i'm so done with this little analogy, but you get my drift...

so, why is it so hard to be happy for someone else when they have a brand spankin' new apartment in happy-ville?? uhh...

anyway, i have to come realize that i can definitely be happy for people in their successes, but it's ALOT harder when you're having a little failure in the same field....

whatever.

i want a boyfriend...
...a boyfriend that CARES and DOESN'T want "just a kiss"...


fml.