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I’d be a jelly fish. For sure. I’d be one of those Australian box jellyfish that are the most venomous. Why you ask? The answer is simple, jellyfish get to sting people. And unlike bees and wasps, when they sting people they don’t die. They get to terrorize people, and how fun does that sound?

Or I’d be a shark. Because, though I am deathly afraid of them, they are pretty freaking awesome. Nobody messes with sharks. They are the top of the food chain. Plus, I’d have my own theme music, and I’ve always wanted that.

Or maybe I’d be a polar bear. Because they are both ferocious and cuddly at the same time, just like me. (Not to mention they are adorable.)

 

 

Weaknesses? What are those?? I have no weakness.

Jk. I have about a million weaknesses. But that’s okay. Weaknesses are a part of what makes us individuals. It’s all a part of our character, if nobody had any weaknesses we’d all be pretty boring. Not to mention we’d all probably be robots.

1. Animals. Furry creatures in all shapes and sizes have my heart. I want to save all endangered species, especially polar bears and tigers. Poor things! I get so angry at people who mistreat animals. Angry to the point of where I want to reciprocate the action. Kick a dog, I will kick you. Starve a horse, you should be starved. I want to adopt every puppy or kitten I ever see. That stupid Sarah McLachlan commercial gets me every time! I hate it so much. I won’t even watch it, I will change the channel to golf before I will watch that commercial. This is a little bit sad, and many people will judge me for this, but those mistreated animal commercials make me feel worse than the hungry children commercials. I know, I’m a horrible person.

2. Musicians. There is just something about them that I adore. Their whole demeanor and their attitudes. I am going to end up married to some charming, smooth-talking singer-songwriter/guitarist/pianist/drummer (*cough*boybander*cough). It’s inevitable. It is going to happen. And I wouldn’t want it any other way. He’s going to be really attractive. And he’s going to write songs about me and sing me to sleep. (I also have a bit of a soft spot for quarterbacks. And southern guys.)

3. Food. I know that you’d maybe expect me to list one certain food that is a weakness for me, but the truth is that all food is a weakness for me. I love me some food. And nothing on my list of favorites is healthy in anyway at all. In fact, I will intentionally avoid any foods that sound “too healthy.” I love baked goods: brownies, cookies, cupcakes, pies, cobblers and any other creative thing you could think to bake. I love comfort foods: mashed potatoes, gravy (I will literally put brown gravy on EVERYTHING), chicken and dumplings, fried chicken, grilled cheese, mac and cheese, corn, chili and stew. I love breakfast foods: chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, and hash browns. I love ethnic food: tortellini, lasagna, enchiladas, orange chicken and fried rice.

I just love food. I am not looking forward to the day where I can no longer eat whatever I want, whenever I want without getting fat. That will be a very sad time in my life, because I will get huge. There will be no such thing as changing my eating habits, I will get fat. I’ll be that person who has to be lifted out of their house with a crane.

4. Can being too nice count as a weakness? I think it can. I am too nice, I’m a people pleaser (to a certain extent). I know that that little piece of info might shock some of you, but it’s true.

Person: Hey Misty, can you do this ridiculously hard/time consuming/inconvenient thing for me? For no pay?

Me: (in my head) Um, no. I’m offended you’d even ask me to do that!

Me: (in reality) Yeah, of course. No problem.

I am completely unable to say no. It’s become a problem. People take advantage of me, and it’s not cool. I do too many favors for people, but then they do not feel compelled to help me in return. I do nice things for people without the expectation of them doing anything remotely nice for for me (because it’s been my experience to have people not do anything nice for me, ever). Being nice is a good trait to have, but there comes a point where you become a doormat, and that’s not a good thing. I think that’s where I’m at right now. I just need to find that healthy line.

5.  I’m a dreamer. This is both a strength and a weakness for me. It’s a weakness because I have a hard time living in the now. I’m always thinking about where I want to be, where I could be, and imagining what my future might look like. I tend to live more in my imagined world than in the real world.

*Honorable mentions: Not being able to take things seriously. I’m a perpetual procrastinator. TV on DVD. Movies of all kinds. Buying dresses that I might never wear. Candy. Doritos.

I feel like I have had my fair share of trauma and tragedy in my life. Not saying my life is bad by any means, I have been blessed beyond reason with so many wonderful things, but it hasn’t always been sunshine and rainbows for me. This one is a three-way toss up for me.

1. On June 2, 2010 my Grandma was in a horrific accident, and we heard the “news” probably before the authorities were ready to tell us the news. My dad and I were sitting at home and got a call that someone had just heard about a car wreck on the police scanner, and that it was pertaining to our family. They gave us the location (which was literally just down the road from our house), and we were out the door. We arrived on the scene minutes after the collision. And were told that she was killed on impact. They had not even freed her from the wreckage before we got there. It was the most surreal thing, it was just like walking through a haze. For some reason, I just find it hard to deal with the fact that things like that actually happen. It was one of those things that happens to other people, but not to me. I didn’t even know how to handle it.

And to make things worse, the driver of the vehicle that hit her had committed many offenses. His truck was over the weight limit, he was not of age to drive that particular truck, he had alcohol in a cooler in the front seat, and among other things, he was speeding. It’s something that is going to haunt me the rest of my life. We are still to this day trying to bring some form of justice to the situation. He was so senseless, and look what he caused.

2. Almost exactly one year later, on July 1, 2011 ,my Granny was taken from us so unfairly, and so unexpectedly. My family and I are still reeling from this tragedy, and we will never be the same as we were. She was our glue.

I get worked up just thinking about it. I had spent the whole day with Granny in the ER, it was Fourth of July weekend and the nurses and doctors had clearly already checked out for vacation. They were less than helpful to us the whole 6 hours we were there. I will always hold them accountable for her death. After running exactly ONE test they sent us home, and they didn’t even run tests for any vital organs. The first thing they should have done when she told them she was having chest pains was to run a test on her heart. They also managed to ignore the fact that she was diabetic and needed to take insulin and needed something to take it with, even though I reminded them roughly every 15 minutes. After she as given a false clean bill of health, I told her I loved her and we parted ways, only to be back at the hospital less that 30 minutes later. We were told many things by different people, all things that were comforting; she’s awake, she’s going to be fine…then unexpectedly we were asked if we wanted to put her on life-support, and almost instantly after that they told us they had lost her. We will never know what happened, people tend to cover their tracks pretty well after messing things up. But, I don’t know that knowing would make it any easier.

3. Now, before I start, I don’t want anyone to judge me for comparing losing my cat to losing my grandmothers. It was hard on me, especially at that time in my life. Right before my junior year of high school my beloved cat passed away. One day he was totally fine and the next he wasn’t eating or drinking. Then we took him to the vet, and they “fixed” him, so we brought him home. False hope. Not fixed. So we took him back. Turns out that he was unfixable. His body was shutting down due to toxins in his bloodstream, and there was nothing they could do. Up until that point I couldn’t even remember a time in my life where he wasn’t around. He had been apart of our family for 13 years. The love of a pet is something that we often take for granted. Magic adored me. Not saying I didn’t love him too, because obviously I did, but unfortunately, I didn’t realize just how much until he was gone. I’ll never have another pet like him. He grew up with me. Magic was my best friend, and it’s hard to watch your best friend die right in front of you. I spent a solid two weeks crying.

1. Having Taylor here in SoCal for week makes me really happy. I’m loving getting to spend time with her and getting to show her around. I love the fact that even though we don’t see each other very often anymore, and even though she got married, that hasn’t really changed the dynamic of our friendship. It also makes me happy to finally get to be myself out in California. I’m not actually me unless I’m with someone who really knows me and who I’m comfortable with, and Taylor fits that bill.

2. Two words: Ryan. Lochte. I think I may be in love with that boy. Now that swimming is over I can’t even bring myself to watch the Olympics.

3. Things from home. Letters. Packages. Texts. Phone calls. I just got four letters in the mail. Three from my family and one from one of my closest friends. And just last week I got a package from home. Wednesday I got a phone call from another one of my closest friends, and I get texts pretty often from my bff, I just love hearing from people. It makes me feel loved and missed, and that makes me happy.

4. Music always has a way of brightening my mood.

5. Turning wheels. Good news. Polite people. Nice guys. Cheap anything. All these things make me happy here in Los Angeles. These things are not common, at least not for me. So anytime I run across any of them, my day (or night) gets instantly brighter.

Oh the parentals.

You know, I feel like I never went through that phase in my life where I didn’t get along with my parents. Maybe it’s just because I was such a well-behaved child. Or maybe it’s just not my personality type to be rebellious. Or maybe it’s because I’m an “old soul.” But I’ve alway had a pretty good relationship with my parents.

My mom is my best friend. I talk to her literally every day. Usually roughly 6 times a day. I call her about everything. Should I buy these shoes? Call Mom. Funny joke, story or experience? Call Mom. Get a sunburn? Call Mom. Ready to pack up and leave? Call Mom. Can I eat fill-in-the-blank and insert-random-number-of-weeks? Call Mom. Stuck in traffic on the freeway? Call Mom. Need a pep talk? Call Mom. Need a reality check? Call Mom. Can I wash jeans with my regular clothes? Call Mom. Run into Joe Jonas/Josh Hutcherson/Andy Grammer/Stephen Colletti/Chelsea Kane/insert-celebrity-name? Call Mom. We don’t really fight. I mean, obviously we get into arguments, but I can’t remember any “I-hate-you” moments. We used to do everything together. Ev-er-ry-thing. When I was in high school we spent a whole lot of time together, like more than what is normal for teenagers. She took  me to every football, basketball and soccer game of my high school career. And I know you’re thinking, “hey, lots of parents go to sporting events for/with their children.” But this is different. None of these games were mine. She just took me to them all so I could take pictures. So, we spent a whole lot of time together in the car driving from location to location. Just talking. Or listening to music. It was always fun. She is the reason I had not only a great high school experience, but a great all-around life experience. She’s sacrificed so much for me, and there is no way that I could ever repay that. I just hope to become wealthy enough that one day I can buy her her own private nursing home 😉

My dad and I have not alway had the most friendly relationship. I think it’s because we are so similar. He’s introverted. I’m introverted. He’s stubborn. I’m stubborn. He’s passive-aggressive. I’m passive-aggressive. It’s not really that we ever fight, it’s just that we go weeks without talking. Which is kind of weird. Even when I was still living at home we didn’t talk everyday. I mean, it’s not like we intentionally ignored each other (sometimes that was the case), but we just didn’t talk. We used to watch the History Channel together or sitcoms, but didn’t do a whole lot of talking. Recently though that has gotten better. It think it happened when I started college. Then we only had summers where we were really together, so we started talking more. And now that I’m in LA and don’t see him at all, we still don’t talk, because neither of us is real big on talking on the phone, but we text and talk occasionally. I have a lot to thank my dad for. He’s the reason that music is such a big part of me, and I feel like that without that, I wouldn’t even be me. It used to be that I would just listen to oldies when we were together, because he likes them (obviously) and so do I, but now we are to the point where it’s a two-way street with music sharing. He shares music with me, and I get to share stuff with him.

I have really great parents.