The best advice I was ever given was....

To never take life too seriously.

Through my short 19 years of life, I definitely have learned to apply this to my life. Back in middle school, the biggest thing you had to worry about was what bitch was saying you stuffed your bra with toilet paper. Like.. who cares. Maybe you did insert some extra umph, maybe not. Whatever, let the bitch gab. However, at the time this was like a Hiroshima bomb went off in my tiny, miniscule life. In high school, you freaked out when you saw your puppy love texting another girl. In college, your worries also shift according to the time and amount of partying you choose to engage in.

None of this really matters in the grand scheme of things. One of my favorite quotes is definitely "It all gets better next month"... because seriously, it does. You forget about what you were worrying about the month before.

So take a breath when the going gets rough and the rough gets going.

Bieber Fever... is disgusting.

Does anyone else think this is repulsive? 

I sure do... How is it possible that one 16 year old boy can cause this much heartbreak? I personally do not understand the blond mop on his head, or the obsession that every 12 year old has for him. I remember back in my day when I was crazy about Nsync... but I would absolutely never have cried over Justin Timberlake's nappy head. I feel that the publicity and numerous YouTube videos of girls sobbing over him are making it "acceptable" for this type of ridiculous behavior. Well girls.... it's not.

What Makes Me Different From Y O U

Hi. 

I am new to the blogging world.. and it's exciting. I don't believe I've kept my own person thought-tracker since the 2nd grade when I had an intense, disgusting crush on my older brother's best friend. I kept a diary with little hearts all over it, and of course, the monster that my brother was back in the day, found my diary, and humiliated me at the dinner table. In conclusion, I decided diaries were not the escape for me. Breaking this vow, I am here to reveal all of my deepest darkest secrets, virtually. No more sparkly jelly pens... Just a nice and plain Georgian font, you and I. There is clearly some chemistry here because you've kept reading as I ramble. I'm sad to inform that this probably won't be where I spill my guts... but merely write some hilarious, off-the-wall things about people and the funnies in society. I'll probably be posting some embarrassing pictures of people doing weird things, comment on interesting trending topics in the news, and making fun of weirdos. Think Perez... wait, scratch that. Perez is an asshole. My name is Tori, and welcome to my blog lair. 

I am unique.

Why? Because I am. 

As a year-early graduate from high school, at the ripe age of 17, I had dreams of living somewhere else than Texas. I ventured out to the west coast and lived in San Diego the year prior to coming BACK to Texas, and attended San Diego State University. Being unhappy with the educational experience, I searched far and wide for a nest, and landed in the open arms of Southern Methodist University in Dallas, TX. 

*FLASHBACK

At the age of 10, my normal family life was shattered by the death of my father. Through middle school and high school, I grew up quickly, which eventually lead me to graduate a year before my peers. 

This is all you need to know for now my Blogger friends, which is currently none, so..... Imaginary blogging friends. I'm sure we'll be getting to know each other some more in up-coming posts.

Bai Bai.