brave.

Today I was brave.

My mom doesn't like ripped jeans.
I think they look kind  of cool.
So, I had an experiment  today.
And guess what? She didn't say a word.
I wore them with a classy toned down sweater to balance out the scruffy-ness.
Yep, I pretty much rock.
And of course being the smart Alaskan I was, I wore some leggings underneath to counter the cold weather.

I'm being a lazy-butt and not wanting to think of another story to tell you, so I shall just answer some and cheat and use prompts.
1. What was the best thing that happened to you this weekend?
Uhm, I got spending money. I ordered two pairs of shoes

2. What is your favorite color? List three adjectives to explain your choice
Yellow. Happy. Joy. Bright.

3. It's a very hot and muggy day. You desperately want something very cool and refreshing to quench your thirst and revitalize your body. What would you drink -- either make your own or store-bought.
Water FTW

4.  What would you leave in your will for the person you care about the most?
Everything I had.

5. What do you consider to the most valuable thing you own: when you were a child/now?
Child: My doll, Sandy. Couldn't sleep without her. Now: Probably my computer.

6. What's the kindest act you have ever seen done (either to/by you or another)?
Whenever someone helps an elder.

7. What makes you feel the most secure?
Myself.

8. Who do you admire the most?
Prefontane.
And my parents.

9. Have you ever had a reoccurring dream? What was it
Falling! Ugh all the time.

10. When was the last time you did something for the first time?  What was it?

I drove one handed for the first time today. 

Are you frightened by perfection? -Plushgun

Dat feeling when you're laughing your head off and succeeded to make another certain girl who was really sad to laugh her head off as well.
Yeah, I should like, get a grammy or something in cheering people up.
The thing is, in the process of cheering them up I am cheering myself up too. It this fabulous cycle of happiness.

"FUCK HIM I'M BEAUTIFUL."

I am gazing into your soul...Like a boss.

So today I was walking down the hallway at school with my arm around one of my running bro's shoulders, and being the smooth motherfucker I am smashed my hip into the metal partition thingy in between the double doors, and now I have the most messed up hip. And let me just say, I don't have much between the metal and my bone, so IT HURT. A LOT.

There's my Rosa-is-so-damn-smooth moment for the day. Yup.
But the worst part is that IT ISN'T THE FIRST TIME I'VE WALKED INTO ONE OF THOSE!
One day I was walking and talking (a no-no for Rosa) and I literally walked smack [no pun intended. LOL]  in the middle of one. I fucking bruised my nose. WHO DOES THAT?!
I should be a mother trucking ballerina.
Anyways, I finally got to wear my smoooooshed penny I got at a museum in Oregon. (pictured in the b&w photo) Cool beans.
Why doesn't anyone say that anymore? Cool beans cool beans cool beans cool bean cool beans. Cool beans. 
And then this other picture is from Saturday, when I went to the Junior class carnival. I matched our booth. :)

Oh, yes. The junior class Halloween carnival.

The setup took forever. The carnival took forever. The cleanup took forever. The. End.

So lately it feels like everyone seems to have made presumptions about me. Like seriously, I am not just another one of my siblings. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard "I didn't think you were this cool" or "I didn't know you swore?!" and "dang Rosa, you are actually quite funny." LIKE HELL I'M FUNNY. WHY THE FUCK DID YOU THINK I WASN'T!? Raaage. Although it is quite fun to surprise people, but it bothers me that they had judged me so quick.

Anyways.
Cool beans.