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Guilty Pleasure #1: Award Shows

Award shows are somethings that everyone loves to hate. I pretend like everyone to be annoyed at award shows, but in reality… I sort of like them. Ugh have to go puke. Why do I like award shows? They are so ridiculous, but oddly intriguing.

There’s something about the awkward conversations between celebrities and interviewers, the celebrities odd stances on the red carpet, and the extremely specific awards given out that is fun to watch.

Watching an award show reminds me of that scene in Jurassic World where the you know the dinosaur can sense where all the heat is and they show that picture of all the heat that is coming from one point in the park because they gathered all of the people there. It’s like the oscars is the ball of heat and I’m the dinosaur. Except I won’t attack them obviously. It just like they’re all in one place. All of them. Crazy.

Since they’re all together in one place its sort of interesting cause it’s like all these worlds are colliding. It feels so current. All the famous people of 2017 in one room. And when one famous person makes a refrence to another famous person, it’s like woah, you guys know each other. There’s this big community of famous people and they all know each other because they’re all famous but they KNOW each other too. I don’t know what I’m saying but it’s all one big spectacle

The host is another enjoyable thing about the show. If you’re a talk show host you’re guaranteed to host a show at least once in your life. It’s probably part of their contract. They’ve been preparing for this since the day they got hired.

Can we talk about for one sec Chrissy Teigen and John Legend? I love them! What does Chrissy Teigen do though? It doesn’t really matter because her and John Legend are the best!

It’s fun to predict which movie I’ve never seen will win from all the nominations of movies I’ve never seen and people I’ve never heard of. I haven’t seen half of these movies up for nomination. But you better bet that I know which one is going to win.

The whole thing is so pointless though. Awards for best sound effects and crap. It’s just like saying which one had the best boom sounds. I love movies, but they’re pretty pointless? And you know what’s even more pointless? Picking which up the movies is the best for literally no reason other than to say they’re the best. And you know what’s even more pointless? Commentating on the dresses the people are wearing at the pointless competition to see which pointless movie is the best subjectively.

But I like it.

Tara L.

P.S. Why do all of the celebrities say to the interviewers, “It was nice seeing you”??????? When have they ever met??? Come on guys, get real, you’ve never met this random dude.

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Ballet at its Best

I’ve been a ballet dancer ever since I can remember.

The phrase “ever since I can remember” doesn’t mean much to me since the first memory I only remember things from like 8 years ago and the rest is all mush.

I’ll rephrase that and say that I’ve been a ballet dancer for a dang lang time

In this post I will like to address some common misunderstandings about ballet that plague the person who doesn’t know too much about ballet, and to just share some information about it because ballet is more interesting than you think.

  1. Ballet is more interesting than you think – A lot of people think of ballet as this old thing that only posh old people watch. That is only partially true. Old posh people do watch ballet a lot. But so do young, middle-aged, really old, really young, and all the other age groups. It just takes appreciation and patience to sit down and watch a ballet. That’s why old people with a lot of wisdom and appreciation in the finer things seem to flock to it. I think everyone can enjoy it and learn to appreciate the beauty of it.
  2. It doesn’t take a short amount of time to get good at it – Ballet takes forever to get good at. Most people aren’t born with perfect feet, perfect extensions, and perfect turnout. And even those people have to work to be good. I didn’t start to become not bad until about last year. To be good a list of things have to come together, and that takes a while to figure out. A frustratingly long while. 
  3. Every moment of it isn’t glorious – Some people think that every moment is a triumph and that every moment is pure joy. This isn’t true. They joy in ballet comes from certain feelings at certain times. Most of the time is hard work. And a lot of sweat. And in those moments you don’t feel like a prima ballerina.

That’s about it for tonight. The inspiration for this post comes for the long weekend of ballet that I have ahead, so I thought I’d sneak in a little post tonight.

Tara L.

P.S. This is one of my lamer posts to be honest, but don’t worry I have some ideas I want to execute when I get more time. Till next time.

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Odd Behavior at the Family Gathering

I just got back from a family party at my grandma’s house. I came to notice the patterns that exist at every single family party, and how being at the family party affects my behavior. Here are some family-party-archetypes that you all have probably seen or experienced in your life (if you’re part of a white-suburban family most likely):

  1. The Wise Pop: The Wise Pop sits in the same seat the whole night with the remote in one hand, and a beer in the other. He gives good hugs and gives out good laughs. The person at the party everyone can’t help but loving.
  2. Hard-Working Grand mom  Poor grandma doesn’t get much help around the kitchen, but she cooks a mean turkey. She’s the first one to welcome you when you walk through the door and the last one to give you a hug before you leave. Everybody loves her and she loves everybody.
  3. Drunk Uncle: Speaks for itself.
  4. A ‘Lil Too Chatty Aunt: A ‘Lil Too Chatty Aunt is a lil too chatty. She talks about her kid’s problem, who can hear everything because they are literally 3 feet away. ‘Lil Too Chatty Aunt has had a lil too much wine tonight. ‘Lil Too Chatty Aunt gossips about other aunt who missed the party a lil too much.
  5. Aunt Who Missed The Party: Murmurs rumble throughout the sunroom the whole night about the aunt who missed the party. Does she think she’s too good for the party? If we all have to be here, then she does too! Really, Aunt Who Missed The Party, really?
  6. The Lone Child: The Lone Child’s other cousin friends did not show up to the party tonight. The Lone Child is abandoned, and mad at their parents for making them attend the party. The Lone Child is also mad at their cousin friends for leaving them hanging like this. They sit on the couch all night, surfing the channels, trying to pass time and fill the void.
  7. The Outlier Cousin: This cousin is much older than all the other cousins and is in the unknown territory between the adult table and the kid’s table. Which will they chose? Stay tuned, on this episode of “Everybody Loves the Rolls.”
  8. The Uncle Who Was Right: Remember that time the uncle said that one thing? Well get a load of this, he was right. The Uncle Who Was Right won’t let anybody get away this. By the end of tonight, everybody, and I mean everybody, will know that he was right.
  9. Child Who Just Wants Some Dang Attention: Will anybody ever pay attention to them? Anybody? Just a simple game of hide and seek, blocks, cards, anything? Just one game guys, help ’em out. They don’t have a phone yet so they basically have nothing to do but sulk. Just one game guys, one game.
  10. Cousin Who Did It: This cousin has done it. Have you heard about the thing they’ve  done? They’ve done it. They are amazing, stellar, a superstar, and all the other cousins are inferior. Cause you know what, they did it.

There it is, the 10 family party archetypes. I hope that you all (all one of you all) can relate to this. I fit about every archetype on here, except the coveted roles of Wise Pop and Hard-working Grand mom. No one can live up to them.

Tara L.

P.S. Did you hear the uncle was right?

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Bad Battery-Life, Bad at Life

My irresponsibility has caught up to me. Real bad.

I received a computer for christmas in seventh grade. Yes, seventh grade. I know most kids don’t get a computer until they’re 16, but my parent’s spoil me since I’m the youngest child so don’t judge. I was horrible at taking care of my computer. I would let the battery run out and it would stay dead for days cause I’d be too lazy to charge it up again. I would repeat the cycle time after time. The battery life became horrible so now my laptop has to be plugged in so much it is practically a desktop. And also the fact that it was dead all the time led to a bunch of software or whatever problems. It takes about 50 minutes to load a dang web page and Microsoft word has crashed about 50 of my documents and without fail I would have a breakdown each time and have to rewrite the entire essay. It’s pretty rough.

I’m also in a pretty similar situation with my phone right now. I have a terrible battery life because apparently charging every night and keeping your phone on low battery mode 24/7 is a bad idea. Who knew. The last time I updated my phone was probably about 3 year ago. When I bought it. I NEVER update my phone. I always get that lil notification and then go nah and push it off. The storage on my phone is non-existent. I can’t unlock my phone without it telling me that I have no storage left. I get it, apple. My life is a mess. I don’t need this constant reminder. Just let me play my little game of deleting and reinstalling apps for when I need them to avoid my problem.

Technology is a great source of figuring out your life and planning and what-not. But for all you “later” pushers like me it’s like you’re carrying a jammed file cabinet in your pocket. Every once in a while I’ll try to get reorganized and clear up space on my phone and computer, but it’s just temporary. Surely enough in about 3 weeks I’ll have apple badgering me about my 0 gigabytes available again.

Tara L.

P.S. Can people start reading my crap, who do I have to make a call to to make this happen. Just let me know, and I’ll hit em up.


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I Sure Hope Life Isn’t A Highway, Cause I Hate I-95.

Driving is such a scam. I’ve been told that it it is so fun and liberating, but I feel none of that. None. All I feel when I drive is the crushing fear that I might kill someone or someone might kill me.

I know that if you are a cautious driver, you won’t get killed, and I try to be cautious. My eyes are wide open and my hands are gripped on the wheel so tight that I can feel the sweat dripping down onto my thighs. That trying to be cautious just makes it worse. I get so caught in one thing that I’ll forget another and then my drivers ed teacher will yell at me and then I’ll get even more nervous and make a wrong turn and it’s just a spiral of mistakes.

Don’t even get me started on my drivers ed teacher. I am fairly sure he is the 3rd worst person to walk this Earth. His little beard taunts me. I would punch that guy if I could.

Not trying to get expelled though.

One time he put his hand on the rear view mirror and asked me what kind of car is behind me. What the heck??? Is he an idiot?? Sorry I can’t tell you the model, brand, color, and number of passengers in the car behind me! And also why would you put your hand on the mirror!!! I am a freaked out teen driver, why would you cover that up, one wrong move and I could crash this car in minute.

Sorry got real heated there that man gets me going. Anyway, he made me hate driving. I know many of you may love driving on the open road, letting your hair down, blasting some music, but its just not for me. For once in my life I WANT to take public transportation. I don’t think anyone has ever said that before. Either that or my parents will drive me around for the rest of my life. I’m cool with either.

Tara L.

P.S. Sorry for the lack of posts, I already broke the nice streak I had going there. This blog is like a new year’s resolution just waiting to fail.

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Lists and the Illusion of Productivity


I am a list hoarder. Whenever I have a random thought or idea I’ll put it down on my notes app. My notes app is chaos. I’m too lazy to type more than 3 words so when I want to remember something I’ll put down one random word thinking I’ll know what it means later. Then I’ll look back and be like what the heck did I mean by “muffins”? So then I’ll write down muffins again so I’ll remember to figure out what muffins means. It’s a vicious cycle.

I’m very defensive about my lists on my notes app because they are quite embarrassing and frankly they make absolutely no sense. But I continue this pointless process because I feel appeased when I put down the random things that pop up into my head. When anybody tries to look at my lists I will yank he phone out of their hands.

I also make lists most Fridays outlining what I have to do for the weekend. When I make them I also think about how great and productive I’m being when in essence I am getting literally nothing done. I should be using this time to get done what’s on the list. Ah, the illusion of productivity. And when I write down the list I’ll put the most simple tasks on it just so I have something to cross of the list. Put laundry into drawers. Go to friend’s house. Brush teeth. Breathe.

Once I cross off those pointless tasks I say to myself that I’ve got enough done for the day and I deserve a break. I have a bad habit of cutting myself a break after doing literally nothing. So then the weekend goes by and it is Sunday night and the stuff on the list that urgently needed to be done, remains uncrossed.

As you can see I do all these things to make myself feel like a productive person with a stellar work-ethic, but all I’m doing is lying to myself. Yet I continue this every weekend, and I am not about to stop. Cause hey, you gotta got yourself a break sometimes (see I did it again). I’m the kind of person that loves buying new school supplies, but hates actually using. I love to sit at my desk with my computer ready to do some work, but then “accidentally” open up netflix and watch 6 episodes of scandal.

Tara L.

P.S. I also have a planner that I do not do any planning on, but I like to keep it with me to feel like a go getter :).

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Walking on Sunshine (in February)

Hey guys!

Today was 65 degrees! In winter!

I became a new person. I sprang out of my shell. I am new.

I’ve self diagnosed myself with seasonal depressive disorder because in winter I literally want to die 24/7. But today I walked out of school and wow! The sun was hitting my skin! So when I got home I immediately put on shorts, jumped on my trampoline, sun-bathed, dived in the pool, and called an official beginning to summer 2017. If it actually was summer I’d probably be curled under 5 blankets at the fire because 65 degrees would feel like the tundra. But today it felt like I was living in Hawaii. I took it a little too far but I was just feeling so great.

All my problems seemed to disappear. I realized that all bad things end so life is pretty good when you think about it. School ends at 2:30, winter ends in June, and Trump’s presidency ends in 4 years! So if everything comes to an end then it’s all okay. Life will go on AND be good once you’ve got the bad thing out of the way with!

See, on a regular winter’s day I would not have these thoughts. I’d feel like life is just eternal death, and the sun will never come up, and winter will just go on until I die and I’ll be left to die with hypothermia. And in winter my problems seem HUGE. I drop my pencil. My life is over. I don’t have a partner. Mine as well be dead. I sneeze. Life is the worst. However when I stepped out into the sun today I kid you not I literally didn’t care if anything went wrong in the day. That NEVER happens. Life should just be one eternal summer!

This is why I’m very worried. I feel so good right now. Life is good. The world is just. There’s some puppy wagging his tail right now. But tomorrow the forecast is 5 inches of snow. Earth, am I right? But really I have spring fever right now, but tomorrow I’m gonna be drowned by snow? How does that work? All my teachers got my hopes up for no school. That means I’m going to have school. But like the idiot I am I didn’t do my work for tomorrow cause they said no school. I’m worried because my seasonal depressive disorder has finally been lifted, done away with. If I have school tomorrow AND there’s snow, it’ll be back. It’ll be back in full swing, and I’ll be hit real hard. I can’t bear the thought of the brown mushy snow on the side of the roads, the cold, my inability to be able to wear certain shoes outside. I hate the snow. And if it’s there I better not have school. If I do I’ll be oh so sad. So if you’re out there please pray that this poor little brat won’t have school cause she does not want to go back to the sad pit of dispair that is winter.

Tara L.

P.S. Okay looking back on everything I wrote, this sounds a little too dark. I just hate winter. And the snow. And when the poor dogs are shivering on the sidewalk. And I already said it, but the dang gross brown mush on the side of the road that makes me want to puke.