The most exciting thing

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There is nothing like failure to make you remember that you're human. Now, failure is subjective. Most of the time, there was nothing that you could do to change the outcome in the first place. You were doomed from the beginning. That's fine. The worst thing that could happen is that it could not happen. Most of the time, people are so worried about what is going on and that people can't possibly understand and put up walls when, really, all people want to do is understand. At least try. That's why acting is so difficult. When you don't get a part, sometimes all you want to do is understand. But, most of the time, there was nothing that you could have done in the first place. You were doomed from the first time they saw you and saw that you were white, too short, too tall, not the right body type, not the right vocal part, not the right look... etc. There was nothing you could have done. You hope that your audition made at least an impression... Something. But, it's not in your hands. You have to learn to not listen to anyone about the chances you have or anything, because after all, you might have never had a chance. Experiences are the most important part of everything. The fact that you got off your lazy ass and went to the audition in the first place and put your fear behind you to TRY because that's more than some people would do. The more that you realize that, the more that you will understand how important you are. Now, no. Now may not be your time, next time might not be your time, and hell, you may have never been in a show like that, but one day when you walk in, I would like to think that the stars align and the lighting is perfect and a voice from the Heavens sounds and is like, "I REALLY want to work with this person."

It can be so frustrating to see people who complain constantly get parts over you, who would be content to be a tree in anything just to be a part, but it's just not your time. It's just not what is meant to be. And I am all about what is meant to be. MAYBE if I was in that show, I would have rolled my ankle and been out of my career. Maybe I dodged a bullet. But, maybe I'm just not good enough isn't an option. You are always good enough to do SOMETHING. Maybe it takes some realization to find WHAT that something is, but everyone needs to find their something.

I like to think that I've found my something. The something that makes me the happiest I have ever been. And yes, it is frustrating to be "denied" the chance to create, but that's what makes it so amazing when you're granted that opportunity. The happiest I have ever been is when I get a part and I feel confident and I feel successful. To get better you need opportunity, to grow you need opportunity, there's not a lot of it here in Little Rock, but you have to make something out of nothing.

-Sydney the Destroyer

Meow

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I wrote song lyrics. And they're pretty awful. So here they are.

Awful Things

Lean a little bit closer
Whisper in my ear
Tell me all those awful things
That I want to hear

Tell me you love me
Then tell me you'll leave
It's those kinds of things
I need to make you believe

That I know
It's a show
And your feelings
are all locked up
Inside your
Chest cavity


And I'm trying
To decode the lock
Or find the key
That you've hidden
Right behind me


Everyone keeps talking
Spreading all your lies
But you command everyone
Just using your eyes

I tell them I loved you
I tell them I tried
But I can never forget
The tears that I cried

And I know
It's a show
And my feelings
Are starting to lock up
Inside my chest cavity

And I'm trying
Not to let it shut
Or give you the key
You'll hide
Right behind me

People always tell me
I should act my age
Acting older freaks them out
I should disengage

From the conversation
That I shouldn't be
But I will do anything
Not to make you believe

That I know
It's a show
And my feelings
Are all locked up
Inside my
Chest cavity

And I'm trying
To open the lock
And find the key
That's hidden
Deep within me

Lean a little bit closer
Whisper in my ear
Tell me all those awful things
That I want to hear.

If you steal these, I will steal your first born child.

-Sydney the Destroyer

The Final Countdown...

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There is always a lunch countdown in my head. Dinner and breakfast I can do without. Lunch though, it is the best meal of the day. I look forward to it from the moment I wake up in the morning then I look forward to the next day's lunch as soon as I've completed my current one. As my stomach rumbles I am completely aware that I will be eating in an hour and twenty-five minutes. What I will be eating, I have no idea. I never know beforehand unless I have brought my lunch which does happen occasionally. The joy in finding food for lunch is indescribable. From deciding that I would like to eat Chinese food or a burger to deciding that I just want to eat my peanut butter jelly sandwich. They are all equally rewarding to me.

I am one of those weird people that believes that eating should be a social affair though, and if I have to go by myself and sit by myself, I most likely will not go. It must have something to do with my large Italian/Greek family that revolves around meals. I don't like sitting by myself in a restaurant unless I have something that I am accomplishing. I would much rather get my take-out and sit at the Starbucks with all of my friends. I really try to have a lunch buddy every day or I sit in my office with the door shut.

Popular lunch combinations for me are-

Chinese food
Greek food
Chicken Salad
Avocado Sandwiches
Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwiches (Strawberry jelly only)

These are pretty much all I eat. I really don't like frozen dinners so much, but I will eat them if I have to. These are the lunches I look forward to. I would prefer any lunch if it involves coffee afterwards. Let's be real.

We should get lunch soon.

-Sydney the destroyer

Kittens and Corgis

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This is a list of things I want and why. They are all physical things. I'll get to that existential stuff later.

The first thing that I want is a kitten that loves to snuggle. I need a snuggler friend at all times and my stuffed animal is just not warm enough nor snuggly enough... Sorry Albertson.

The next thing that I want is a corgi to snuggle with me and my kitten. I also want them to snuggle independently when I am not home. I mean, you guys. Kittens and Corgis snuggling?!? I might explode.

The final thing that I want is to always have a great home base where I can truly feel at home. Now, if there is someone or something there with me that I love, it will be home and it would be the best.

That's all I really physically want in this world at the moment. Now, we all want success, and love, and meaning, and happiness. But those are all things that we don't need to mention; they are also things that we should never forget.

When I am in a new town away from family and friends, I want to be able to sustain myself on my own, obviously. I will have Scott there, thank the heavens, and the year following, I will have my brother. Slowly I will be gaining a support system, but right now, I can only look ahead to see what I want. I want to be there now, but moving with nothing isn't smart. I have to obtain my composure and move with a game plan a plan for an apartment, a plan for a job, a plan for transportation, and for my personal life. Where will I meet people and make friends? Will my current job assist me in making friends? Are the people who make me feel guilty about my lifestyle the people that I want to be around?

Choosing the friends you have in life is probably one of the most important parts of social living. If you can't pick your friends, who can you pick? You definitely can't pick your family nor your co-workers. Friends should be another level.  A sense of security. I think that that's why people go through friends so quickly. They make friends for certain situations. I want to have friends for all situations. I have a few, but sometimes even those relationships are flighty. But, when I talk to them, even after a while, it feels like nothing has changed. Those are the kind of relationships that need to be kept. Not the ones where you feel amazing for a while and then are quickly forgotten when something else comes along.

When I move to Chicago, if you are visiting, be sure to let me know! I will want to see you. It's a fact. I may be busy, but maybe you can stay with me... and my kitten... Don't worry. The kitten will be a snuggler.

-Sydney the Destroyer

Ferocious

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I am in love with ferocious tiny animals that think they're so mean. I just want to snuggle them and call them my own forever. A tiny kitten that was playful and ferocious during the day and then snuggled at night would be my dream cat. Even if the cat isn't ferocious. I just really want a snuggly cat. I want to SNUGGLE with the KITTY. I am not really big into playing video games, but I really really love to watch (I know.) and I need a kitty to snuggle with me. If someone wants to buy me a CUDDLY kitty... I will take it in a heartbeat.

NOW. Let me tell you all of the reasons why I DON'T need a kitten. Scott and I are hardly ever home. Like, we are both home on a Friday night for the first time in a couple of months. This is a rare occasion. It would be mean to have a cat and then are never home. The cat would be sad and lonely and then it would need a friend and then all of a sudden Scott and I have 1024 cats and they are ridiculous. Please don't get us a cat that I will love forever.

-Sydney the Destroyer

Healthy Breakfasts

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Breakfast is the hassle of the entire day for me. I have to decide whether I want food or 15 more minutes of sleep. Sleep always wins... unless there's pancakes. So I have a little bit of food at work. Now, this is not the okay kind of food that I have at work. It started out as apples and cheese and crackers and such but it quickly turned into a drawer of Oreos and Quaker Chewy bars. There is something wrong with me that I can eat such unhealthy food without remorse at 8:30-9am. I enjoy these moments. It's not right. I'm not really hungry. I just know that I will be later. #firstworldproblems I have to eat horribly junky food at my office because I am too lazy to get up and make breakfast. I want french toast.

-Sydney the Destroyer

Office Struggles...

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The vending machine is possessed by none other than Satan himself. Now, to a normal human being, this would be very scary and reasons to stay away from it, but I am intrigued and I have gone to check on its well being a couple of times in the past hour. Now, it was nice to me. I put in my two dollars, and it gave me $2.50 in quarter demanding for, "correct change." I then decide that it just wants me to be closer to the sale price of $1.35 and insert $1.50 because I don't have a dime on me at the moment. The machine spits out my quarters which sends me back up to the third floor to get the dime from my wallet and place the extra quarters safe inside.

Back down to the first floor I go, with the hopes of getting a soda. I insert my dime in first... I hear a clink as the dime goes straight through the intestines of this machine and it is vomited back at me in the little change slot. Disappointment. I decide to add the dime in last to try and psych it out because, you know. Clink. Damn it. Back to the third floor.

I arrive on the third floor after taking the steps two at a time. I ask, slightly winded, if I can trade my stupid dime for two nickels or a better more suitable dime. Success. Back down the stairs I go. I arrive at the stupid evil machine and I insert the nickels first. Oh, he likes these. I spend my money. Get my soda, take a drink, and am unsatisfied. Life is weird.

-Sydney the Destroyer

Future Generations

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Kids are scary. Anyone that is purely excited to have a kid and not absolutely terrified is lying or crazy. Now, I only know these things through my parents and having a bunch of little brothers and sisters, and hey, maybe it gets easier after the first one and yeah... But I don't know. There's this little (often cute often not) human that can't do anything for itself. You literally have to feed and bathe and change its diaper and put it to sleep and the list goes on. That's scary. You could accidentally kill this little being by falling asleep at an inopportune moment. They're fragile. They're real. They're a whole lot of responsibility that I am not ready for. I can't even imagine having a kid right now in my life. There is so much I want to do and accomplish for myself and a kid is definitely not going to help me get where I want to go right now. It's also really hard for me to think about physically having a child when there are so many children that need homes. It's like getting a purebred dog vs. a rescue in a very horrible analogy. And I'm sure that my thoughts on this will change and alter and such and my ego will take over and I will say something like, "I'm not leaving this world without leaving a piece of me here!" and such but right now, it just seems like there are things that need to be done that don't involve a tiny thing screaming. Now. I think babies are adorable. Like CA-UTE. But I am not going to go out of my way to make a child my friend. It makes me uncomfortable. Just like I wouldn't force an adult to LIKE MEEEEE I am not going to force a kid. If a kid doesn't want to talk to me, I don't make them. They are, after all, tiny adults. They appreciate being treated as such. They really don't want to be spoken to in that baby voice. They probably just think you're mocking them. In conclusion. Babies are scary and no one should ever be in a rush to have them because once you do, you will lose all of your independence and your life will be a series of events that blur until you get your full 8 hours of sleep when they're 12.

-Sydney the Destroyer

Quietly Waiting

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Waiting is so difficult. It is something that we have to deal with everyday. Waiting for the next moment, waiting for your food, waiting to make a decision. Constantly waiting. We are so concerned about using our time in a useful manner that waiting seems counter intuitive. The only thing that we can do about waiting is make it more comfortable. If you're waiting with other people, you can say that you were catching up. If you're waiting by yourself and you're on your phone, you're catching up that way too, without communication. If you're not in that waiting moment and worrying about the next, you're going to feel like you're wasting time. The time that you could be  wasting doing something equally as stupid, such as, watching Reality TV, watching a dumb movie, reading a dumb book, or anything else stupid. But wasting time watching or reading something stupid is better to us than waiting, because you are keeping yourself busy in the mean time.

We need to be in the moment. Cherishing every moment of our lives. Always plan that things will take more time than you think that they will and you will never be in danger of running late or potentially ruining your own day from step one. I am one of the worst people about this. I will wait till the last possible minute to get ready and be in a rush for the rest of my day. Waiting is a privilege. If you are waiting for something, that means that if you receive what you are waiting for, it will be of great quality or necessity. It will be worth it. And if it's not, you're right, you can't get that time back, but you also can't get the hour back that you wasted on watching Jersey Shore. Time is important.Almost the most important thing in the world. It is the greatest show of respect and caring when you give someone your time. It is not something that should ever be taken for granted.Time is fleeting. You don't have a lot of it. Regret nothing.

-Sydney the Destroyer

Boo

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I want to go to sleep. I am sitting on my lunch break with my eyes half closed. I feel like I have a blogging expectation for myself though, so this is both a win and a fail. 

-Sydney the Destroyer

For the love of pizza

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Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls, cats and dogs. Please treat other people with kindness. A selfless act is worth its weight in gold, but cannot make up for a life of mistreatment. You have to make a change within yourself. It's not something that someone else can change for you,  but it is something that someone can punish you for. You can lose friends. You can lose family. You can lose yourself. The way that you treat people is a matter of which I judge if I can be friends with you or even cordial. I have tried in many ways to be cordial to many selfish selfish people and I just can't do it. It brings me down. The negativity is much too much. Pouting and feeling hurt 24/7 is not healthy. Let's just all eat some cake and FOR THE LOVE OF PIZZA be nice to each other.


We have to create the environment in which we want to live.

-Sydney The Destroyer of All Things Nice


p.s. here's a picture of a kitty.

Chicago Recap

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I took a vacation to Chicago this past week and it was marvelous. The city is beautiful and I pinned down the subdivision that I would want to live in. So, success. I was not able to see any shows because they were all sold out at the time being, but I did get to go to the Pitchfork Music Festival on Saturday night and I have a new idol. St. Vincent. She is the fiercest most badass lady performer I have ever seen. She can rock the guitar like a mofo and she is gorgeous. I want to be her. Just saying.

We took an architecture river cruise that was really beautiful and we got to do a lot of sight seeing and shopping. It was a wonderful experience! This is the city that I want to live in!

-Sydney the Destroyer of all things nice

Road trip giggles

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I love riding in the car. I'm like a dog. I want my head out the window, my hair blowing in the wind and then to pass out and sleep the whole way. I can't read in the car without getting sick and causing a scene... so I have to come up with more fun ways to ride in the car... especially for 10.5 hours on our way to Chicago.

Things I do to pass the time:

1) Talk/have meaningful conversation. I hardly ever go on road trips alone. I am usually with Scott or my mother or another well known person, so conversation is always nice.

2) Play a game. My mother taught me a game on the way back from Indiana one time... You start with 'A' and find a word starting with the next letter of the alphabet, until you reach 'Z' or your destination. Either or.

3) Play music. Dude. I love music and I will BLARE it out of the speakers at all times. Especially if I am getting tired. I just put on some Weezer and turn it up to 11.

4) Playing music roulette. Ashley just taught me this one the other day. Each rider in the car picks one song and you go around in a circle naming songs and playing them! Genius! If nothing else, it will broaden your musical spectrum with your friend's music. But, if they have horrible taste in music, kill them with fire.

5) Sleeping. I am SUCH a fan of sleeping. I can sleep anywhere if I am tired enough. And, being in the car is definitely soothing for me, so I am pretty much asleep before we leave the parking spot (the only time I can fall asleep quickly)

6) Books on tape. I love to read! But, I can't in the car... so this is the next best thing. I get to read in the car without reading in the car! Best ever. The only problem is finding a book that everyone agrees on. I am a fan of comedy, science fiction, fantasy, fiction, and....hrmmm....young adult....hrmmm....novels.

7) SNACKING. Twizzlers dude. I can eat a 5lb bag of Twizzlers in an 8 hour car ride. I know. I'm ridiculous. But there is nothing else that I want to do other than eat and sing and drink soda and coffee and dance and be wrapped up in a blanket with the air conditioner blazing. You know. All the things.

And that's all I can come up with right now. Of course there are the clique options like, I Spy, and stuff, but I like these options better.

Happy Travels!

-Sydney the Destroyer of all things nice

Then something to make you smile

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KhvgES_GnPs

Fun Fact Sunday!!!

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Fun fact Sunday will consist of a fun fact that is discovered and discussed by me! Soooo here we go:

'Banging your head against a wall uses 150 calories per hour'

Really? 150 calories? Per hour? There aren't enough facts in this fact. I mean, consistently for an hour? Or once per hour? Lots of tiny hits? or a big giant slam? Let's pick another one.

'The average person falls asleep in seven minutes.'

That's super interesting. It takes me at least an hour to fall asleep, unless I am exhausted. It takes Scott 2 minutes to fall asleep. Every time he closes his eyes. I wish that I could go to sleep in seven minutes nightly. Yayyyyy insomnia!

-Sydney the Destroyer of all things nice

P.S. I leave for Chicago tomorrow!! Please let me know if there's anything that I MUST do!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Y-30O9s3og

Garbage

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Only happy when it rains.

You know when you have a band that just makes you feel like you're going back in time every time you listen to them? Garbage is that band for me.

When I listen to them, it just makes me remember sitting on the computer playing Neopets, or something and listening to music. I also listened to the Cure, The Smiths, and Spice Girls. I know. I had a very eclectic musical taste when I was 10. I also probably was listening to the YuGiOh soundtrack. Let's be honest. Just feeling nostalgic today.

-Sydney the Destroyer of all things nice

Coaching the incompetent

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The usual use of the sentence is to convey a point. Do not abuse your sentences. If there is one thing at all that college taught me, it is not to abuse your sentences. Make them feel loved and important and every word must be thought out like that of a poet. Your words must be your outlet. 'That was cool' is no longer an acceptable answer. Why was it 'cool?' What made it 'cool?' What is 'cool?' Cool is a temperature not an apt description.

That was an emotional roller coaster. I felt as though I was in someone's mind when they were making a difficult decision. There was a struggle, a realization, and a conclusion. (like a sentence)

There are other uses for sentences. Sentences can also be another word for punishment with an end. Because a sentence that you receive has a beginning, middle, and end, like any other literary sentence. (unless you killed someone... then you don't have an end, just an infinite middle.)

This is why it is so hard for me to read books that end on a cliff hanger. I WANT TO KNOW THE END. Please don't end in the middle. How is that going to work? Am I just supposed to use my imagination? Please don't make me. I already subconsciously create parts within the story that I can be a part of, please don't make me fabricate a completely false ending for the completely false characters that you created. I will cry and it won't be pretty. Every book should end with a, 'they lived happily ever after' or 'they got a divorce after three years' or 'she died eight years later, but they were happy with the time they spent.' God. Just give me a clue or a skeleton of a future for these fictional people.

Sometimes I think I feel deeper for fictional people than I do for people in real life. It probably has something to do with being able to be in the fictional character's head and knowing what they're thinking when they make every decision. Not that I agree with every decision, I just see the knowledge behind it. I cried really hard in the book, The Fault in our Stars. But, in the movie, not a tear was shed. Is this because I am cynical and once people have a face that isn't the same as the one I gave them in the book, they're useless to me? I have no clue. I just want all of my fictional friends to be real too. I am sure that someone knows some voodoo magic to bring those characters alive. After all, Harry Potter was my first crush. Move over Ginny Weasley. If you are anything like the movie Ginny, you are definitely going down... Sorry, Scott.

-Sydney the Destroyer of all things nice

P.S. If you have any suggestions on what I should do while I am in Chicago next week let me know! I would love to hear any suggestions!

Log Cabin

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Once upon a time there was a man who lived in a log cabin. His name was Joe. Every day when Joe woke up he would build himself a new log cabin the very first thing. There were two reasons he did this. 1) He loved the smell of fresh cut logs. 2) He wanted to start new every day with a new scene. The problem with this is that he spent all day, everyday building this house and he didn't have any time to live in the house, and he was running out of trees in the forest nearby. He didn't have time to meet people or make connections with anyone. He was running out of resources and he was getting older. He decided that he liked a particular layout of his house one day and decided not to rebuild that day, and walk down to the local bar. After the 45 minute walk that he had to take to get there, he arrived at noon. The locals asked him his name and immediately invited him to have a drink with them. He was very cautious and shy, but soon after having a few drinks, he started to tell them his life story. He grew up in a small town, his family died, and he took up residence in the house that he's been rebuilding day after day for 3 years. They asked him why he kept rebuilding and he told them that it was because he wants a new day everyday. He wants each day to be different than the last and he doesn't want to get too attached to the physical possessions of the day before. The men sitting around him ponder this theory and they ask him why he decided to take today off of rebuilding his house. He answers with a nod and a smile and he said, I'm done rebuilding the physical possessions I have. It's time to rebuild me.

We should all take the time to rebuild ourselves.

-Sydney the Destroyer of all things nice

Potato Salad. What the hell.

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So, I am going to start this post by looking back at my previous post. So in my previous post I said that people are often stupid and making stupid decisions and stuff. Well most people have someone that enables them to do the things that they shouldn't do... i.e. significant others that give you cake when you're on a diet, friends who give you alcohol when you're trying to quit... etc. The internet is the enabler for stupid people. It gives you the space and the opportunity to be stupid, and to make other people look stupid and make stupid decisions.

I am going to use a couple of examples here.

1) 4chan. If you know what this is, you are probably on the internet too much, like I am. 4chan is a trolling website. A trolling website is where people brag about ways that they make people look stupid, or shut down a website due to tremendous discussions. I.E. the giant scandals when people post that randomly popular celebrities die, and everyone believes it.

2) https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/324283889/potato-salad?ref=nav_search these people. So, you're going to post this everywhere on the internet and try to get this random guy money to make potato salad? Really? Okay. NO ONE NEEDS $60,000.00 TO MAKE POTATO SALAD. Please give that money to people who need it. Like dying children, or starving people, or the arts, or schools. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DO NOT GIVE THIS GUY ANY MORE MONEY. It's funny, really it is, but not $60,000 funny.

3) Reddit. Now, there are FANTASTIC subreddits on reddit that are useful and interesting. But then we have the dumbasses that comment on some informative content with something very childish and unnecessary. But on the fantastic note, here's a subreddit that is worth all of your time.. http://www.reddit.com/r/pimpcats/

In conclusion. You should have to verify your identity with every website that you're going to post on. You should have to retype your comment/input three different times to make sure you really want to say that (which is what I do in real life without a system making me) and you should have to respond if someone asks you a question about your opinion. We should make it so that if someone comments, 'gay' it's offensive and we should get offended. But, moreover, we shouldn't do that in the first place. This isn't a video game just because you can't actually see someone on the other side of the computer. We have feelings. This should not be something you take lightly or at all. This is not okay. Let's just be friends, guys, and keep the stupidity out. Only educated responses or questions that are not previously answered in the conversation! If you want to be involved, stay involved. Stop asking people to catch you up. you can do it. I believe in you! DFTBA

Now for real in conclusion. something to make you smile. Kitties always make me smile.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13SciJIxe4k

-Sydney the Destroyer of all things nice

Animals that don't like me...

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I don't trust animals that don't like me. Like, FOR REAL DUDE? I just want to be your friend and you're all like, 'man, why is she looking at me? why does she want my love so much? I just want to be a cat. Man, I'm going under the couch.'

Now to some people that may seem a little desperate. I mean, I chased the cat under the couch. When a cat doesn't like me... I then find this as a power struggle... and I WILL WIN. I WILL CUDDLE YOU. YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND YOU FURRY BALL OF FUR, YOU.

Staring wars with cats are the best. You can't win because I am convinced that every time a human or animal blink they're looking into their own soul... and cats don't have any inclination to reflect. They're perfectly content with who they are, what they are, and how much of an ass they can be. Whereas, people need to have some sort of an inner check, 'are we doing okay in there? What we said to Tommy three years ago... that was pretty not okay. You wanna go back to that place and relive it 500 times over and relive every possible scenario that could have played out had you made different decisions? YEAH YOU DO! See.... if you weren't a jerk, you and Tommy would be married. Mhmm.'

People suck with their inner monologues and their stupid vendettas. Honestly, I just wish that people weren't stupid. I am prone to say a stupid comment, or ask a stupid question (YES there are stupid questions) every once and a while, but the people who make a habit of being ditzy or 'too stupid to know' are the people who need to check themselves. You're one of the reasons that I don't want to get out of bed in the morning and you're also one of the reasons that I want to go home as early as possible in the evening. Please don't be stupid and inconsiderate. It's not attractive on anyone.

SPEAKING OF WHICH: Why are people attracted to jerks? Just because someone is physically attractive doesn't mean that they're good people. You have to be attracted, first and foremost, to someone's mind. You have to be intellectually challenged by this person before all of the physical stuff gets in the way (if you want a relationship with them.) NOW, there are always exceptions. There is NEVER just one way to do anything.

People are attractive, people are stupid, people are pensive, people are interesting, and weird. There will always be a part of you that wants to hate people. That wants to just watch the entire human race be slaughtered by a rational alien race, but the selfish part of you that knows that you would be part of the massacre is more prominent than the small part that wants to hate people.

There are two parts to the human race. Humanity: which is beautiful. The creation of life the way that it works the delicate balance that must be upheld for our sanity. The mental conditions that some of us are born with. The way that we walk. The way that we hold conversations. The perfect way that we procrastinate. The way we fall in love. The way we feel so easily and so deeply. Then there's People: which is where you can get into trouble. How people act in all of these situations can turn a beautiful situation into an awful one. Falling in love with someone might end up being bad for everyone because you don't know how to do anything moderately. People take things to extremes and Humanity just is. That's what makes humanity beautiful and people have A LOT to do with it.

The human race is a beautiful thing, and ultimately if we don't start to view each other as animals that can't be tamed, wild cats or exotic birds, then we will continue to be disappointed. You cannot fathom the human race. You cannot predict all of the decisions different people will make. Personalities are are a big HUGE part of every decision and should not be taken lightly, in animals and humans.

The risks that we take in every relationship and connection with people is just the same as a game of chess. It's strategic and time consuming, often manipulative and things disappear. Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win, but you always play because you're missing so much if you don't. But remember, kitties can play chess too... so be careful.

-Sydney the Destroyer of all things nice

We the people in order to form a more perfect union in bed...

To whom it may concern-

This past weekend was the Fourth of July. Yes, I know. Hold your applause until I have completed my entire speech. I really want to take a second and say that, "MURIKA" is not a proper response to any situation, unless it is used ironically... Hipster.

I digress. It was the Fourth of July weekend and I got to fire? fireworks for the first time in my life. Now, you may think that fireworks are not so dangerous... why is this 21 year old JUST NOW getting to shoot? fireworks for the first time? Well, the answer is my dear friends, I wasn't allowed to. Now, I am not saying that fireworks are not dangerous BY ANY MEANS. Hell, we had one explode and almost burst my eardrum this time, but I wasn't even allowed to use sparklers... SPARKLERS.

Let's talk about the inequality between boys and girls growing up shall we? Well. I have two younger brothers and two younger sisters. The boys can do whatever they want, save kill anyone and pass their driver's test...and so can the girls. I was the policed child. They have it so easy! They don't have 'responsibilities to their younger siblings!' If they want to curse at 14 years old, 'hell, go for it!' If they want to go for a bike ride around the block, 'SURE! Don't let the homeless man mug you!' Meanwhile, I was not allowed to play with the neighbor down the street.

Now, I do have some luxuries. I am currently living with my boyfriend with a room still at my house and I can eat food there and park my car there and go visit family. All in all, not so bad... but being the oldest sibling / guinea pig sucks, and not being able to play with the pretty fireworks sucks.... I am going to rewrite this letter.

DEAR PARENTS-

LET YOUR CHILDREN PLAY WITH FIREWORKS. THEY WILL LOVE IT. 

Now- to tie in the title of this post.

We the people in order to form a more perfect union in bed... have decided that fireworks are the thing. They're exciting. They're cool. Now, I'm not saying you should light fireworks in the house... that's a bit dangerous and too much. But, I am saying that you should have a connection with another person that erupts 'fireworks inside of you' I don't know people. I just thought it sounded like it needed to end with 'in bed.'

-Sydney the Destroyer of all things nice

P.S. Check out my Youtube... I do covers and stuff youtube.com/user/tallulahipp My latest cover is that of a Chvrches song... Recover. It's pretty cool... I guess!