Ideas Churning about

So today I had two things to blog about... One was angsty, the other wasn't, therefore in the attempt to not be so dark and twisty anymore I opted to share about something non angsty.

I'm really into Etsy, and if you're a female with any sort of affinity for awesome homemade or vintage items you should be too. For some time now I've been thinking about all the different little things I make and how usually people like them and suddenly I thought, why not try selling my things on Etsy?

It looks fun, sounds easy, and best of all----- MONEY. Ok, so money isn't really the heart of the matter, however I have had my eye on a few things on the site and if I had a little cash in my pocket I don't see what's really stopping me from compulsively buying whatever I wanted.

Also, I've been meaning to post all of my summer book reviews, but I've been lazy. So far I have three, and hopefully by the end of the summer I'll have eight. I've been debating with myself on whether or not I should post all of them at once, or just space them out.... but I'll get around to it later :)

Since I volunteer at my local public library it's mandatory for me to do the summer reading club, and for each book we read we have to write a book review and submit it. In order to participate in all the activities and prize opportunities we have to read a total of eight books. I figured since I was outputting the effort to write the reviews, why not share them with you guys?

Hopefully I picked some books that you haven't read!

Also, project Karma Cards is going great! My friend Bekka and I have already begun our mission of putting them in random places, hoping to cheer someone up. I feel like even though I don't get to see the product of my actions, it's still probably doing some good somewhere.

Oh yeah, I just remembered that I've only done 2 out of the 6 summer AP art assignments I'm supposed to do, and I made a personal goal to make at least 3 of them large-scale or 3d... I should probably get working on it.

Anyways, that's some of the non-angsty stuff that's been churning around in my head for the past few days. What have you guys been thinking about?

You don't even know.

Warning: TMI.

Ever since elementary school when I started to "develop" things have never been the same. Growing up bras have always been pesky contraptions that I felt were unnecessary to my existence.... unless Hello Kitty was on them. Needless to say I feel the same way now, however it's become extremely hard to find Hello Kitty bras in my size without paying an arm and a leg in order to put in a special order for just one pair. It's a major FML.In fact, I've just decided to declare my entire chest FML worthy.

At the beginning of the school year my step mom started to nag on me about how I was wearing a bra that was too small for me and even threatened to get properly fitted to see what size I actually was. Luckily the place that we went to discontinued "fittings" but she was still convinced that I was still wearing a bra that was too small. At the time I was thoroughly convinced I was only a C cup, but apparently I was wrong.It took me a while to get used to the fact that I was indeed a D cup. It was actually quite traumatizing having to get used to the idea. With all of that happening just recently, my step mom has again begun to nag about my bras. Again, she is thoroughly convinced that I have grown some more. This time she promised that we were actually going to go and find somewhere that would fit me....

FML. FML. FML. I am not in the mood to have someone measure me and make jokes and small talk about my not so small chest. Also, I think I'm going to cry if someone tells me that I'm actually a DD. I will not accept the fact.

While guys might like them, I don't. It sucks buying swimsuits because either I buy one that fits my torso and my boobs are squashed beyond comprehension, or I buy one that fits me up top and is baggy everywhere else. It's quite the conundrum, and there is rarely a happy medium, unless I get a two peice. Not to mention places like Forever 21, Charlotte Russe, and Wet Seal cater to people with small chests... not cool man. I do not feel like shopping at Baby Phat, or wherever else most people with big boobs or implants shop.

According to my friend Troy who is Korean, Forever 21 is owned by Koreans who are notorious for having small chests--- which is probably why their clothes are biased towards small chested girls. There have been so many times when I have tried on tops and dresses only to find out that I can't squeeze them over my boobs. Or, they fit perfectly around my waist and my chest is about to pop out. Also, if you don't have anything bigger than a B cup you have no idea how impossible it is to not show cleavage without going full collar. If you can do so without wearing at least 2 undershirts, I commend you.

Another thing that sucks, I can't buy bras for anything less than $80 for two. If there's one thing I learned from my step mom it's that quality is everything. I could easily spend anywhere from $80 - $150 on two to three pairs of bras, and that's if I'm being frugal. Cheap bras break easy and offer no support, also for some crazy reason it's hard finding cheap bras in my size anyways :/

Having a big chest goes way beyond clothes though sometimes. I'll be at the mall, Wal*Mart, an amusement park, the library, or pretty much any open public place and get creeped on by guys who obviously don't care if they're caught staring. Occasionally I get creeped on by girls, but usually it's in a non homo way. It's just not cool though. And as much as I like clothes, I think I would stab myself with a butter knife before I start wearing baggy, oversized shirts.

I envy small chested girls because they can always fake having a bigger chest without having to commit to it, but it doesn't work the other way around sadly, unless I want to commit to some serious pain and bandaging.

There's just no winning.

I don't want to get fitted. I don't want to be told the inevitable (that I've gone up a cup size). I don't want to wear ugly clothes that don't fit. AND I don't want to get creeped on by pervy guys, but somethings are just going to happen and I can't do anything about it.

Well, I can refuse to wear ugly baggy clothes, and I can always punch those guys in the face.... that's a bright side!

The country is nice

No, I'm not talking about a foreign country, although I am fond of those, I'm talking about rural areas in which 85% of the population farms or owns livestock.

It's nice, quite, slow, and best of all polite.

In the rural back-end of Texas people genuinely say "y'all" and wave at complete strangers driving by. Don't have any sugar at your house? Don't worry, just go down the road and borrow a cup from your neighbor.

Today my grandpa and I went down the road to the service station nearby where some farmers had set up a tent selling peaches, blueberries, and blackberries. When we drove up the guy was playing his guitar, and as soon as he saw us he flashed us a big smile.

Sadly, they just ran out of blackberries when we arrived so we just got some peaches and blueberries. Last summer I wrote about going to buy produce from a farm market with my grandparents, and I'm glad that I get to continue to participate in the tradition :)

Fresh food is the best. And I'm not talking about the kind from supermarkets.