Where has summer gone?

I'm not kidding.

This has been the quickest summer in my entire life.
Well, the life as far as I can remember.

And I wish someone would freaking stop it.
Somehow I went to 10 different states in 2 months.
Crazy.

July 7th.

Really? July 7th.

Seriously.

Where did June go?

Did someone fwd this shiz without telling me?

If you did...go home.

I am not ready to start my year of dressing up

daily, having to do my hair and look presentable, not being able

to "take off work" if I need to. Waaah.

It's like the real world....with zero pay.
And grad classes added to the mix.

Is this legal?

I say NOT.

I am excited to see how this whole student teaching/ internship / plus grad classes thingy

goes though. And to see if this is the path I need to continue pursuing, or lead

my dreams elsewhere. Because to be completely 100% honest, I still have

no idea what I want to be when I grow up. And to be 200% honest, I kind of like it that way.

Keeps me on my toes. Always dreaming for more. Livin' life just a day at a time.

Okay, but really...will someone at least start July over?

I kind of want to shoot off fireworks & BBQ again.

Adios.

Loss of Direction + Weekend

 Where did I go?

WRONGGG TURRRRN.

Somewhere in the past few weeks I lost my way on this blog.

Heck, in my life in general.

I've been a hott, scattered, mess.
For real.

Today I got to thinking about why I've been in such a writing funk a lunk.

It's because I lost my focus. y real reason for blogging.

errrr

Tisk, tisk, tisk.

There is one problem I have with blogging.

When people get CONSUMED in the number of followers they have.

I love followers, heck yes I do.

But I am not a fan of people commenting on my blog JUST to tell me to follow them.

I have this weird thing when people tell me what to do...

I do the complete OPPOSITE.

Just to prove a point.

Issue I'm working on.

Whoops.

 I personally only want you to follow me if you actually enjoy reading, or looking at my nonexistent pictures these days because I have no camera.
Every comment I make is genuine.

Because I actually am interested, or laughing hysterically,

or can perfectly relate to what you are saying.

 I blog for me. mwah. molly. mj. molly jac. whatever you wanna call me.

As an outlet.

As a second brain, that I really really need.

Then I got followers.

Slowly but surely.

And it is really flipping fun talking to so many different

awesome people.

Which kind of got me addicted.

Because obviously you guys are the shiz,

and I love hearing from each one of you.

Seriously, I check my gmail uh...quite often.

Thumbs up to YOU. With an addition of a creepy smile.

But somewhere in the shuffle I stopped writing for mwah.

Which leads me to today.

I can't please everyone.
Obviously.

We all have different interests.

Of course I like writing posts that y'all enjoy,

but you aren't always gonna like what I have to say.
Like when I sau think Justin Biebs is overrated.
Ya, see.
:)

So here I am,

going to just type shit how I feel it.

And if it comes out wrong,

I'm sorry.

But it least it will be real.

Just ME. Curse words, or cheesiness. Or weird freaking pictures. Or no pictures. Or random quotes because obviously I am obsessed with them.

"Love me or hate me...I swear it won't make or break me."

K, I'm scared...don't hate me.

annnnnnnnnnnnnyywaaaaaayyyyssss

Hope you guys had a wonderful weekend!!!

Recap on my weekend:

Okay.

Funny Story.

I got my hair dyed, remember?

What I forgot to mention was that my head was about to break out in HIVES.

Ahhhh!
Ya...I'm allergic to hair dye AND henna.
I'm special.

So now I've got red, sore bumps all over my head covered by my pretty  devil hair.

Can't brush my hurr.

Well, I can...but I can't touch my scalp.
I call BS.
Someone obviously was trying to KILL ME.

Ouchy.

Four day continuous head punding days later,

I got smart enough to figure out that is what it was.

Guess it wasn't stress knots on my head :)

Hope the perdy hair was worth it.

I'm still trying to figure that one out.

Any advice on making them go away?

and yes..yes...I'm going to do the doctor.

Scalp will be deflated in no time.



peace out allergies!



Anyway.

So then comes Saturday.

Bachlorette party.

Hello Sangia and Margaritas.

Not my normal drinks. At all.

It was free, I didn't decline.

The next day wasn't the greatest to say the least.

"Blame it on the a a a a alcohol."

So I had to get up at 7:30 AM, drive 2.5 back home (in my brothers car), dozing off every few seconds,

only to realize when I was 30 min away that I left my keys at home.

I think more bumps grew.

I got to my brothers house... phone dead, computer dead, supposed to meet my friend at the library, huge project due, no keys, no nothin but nasty breathe and messed up hair.

Momma saved the day and delivered me my keys and cleaned my carpets.

I owe her big time.

Needless to say...it was quite the eventful weekend.

GRADUATION COUNTDOWN: 6 days.

Oh..yes I got ahold of a Mac today, can you tell I've been picture deprived?