Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else. -Judy Garland

Individuality.

Lets just get into this for a second. Why is it, that we are so fearful of being different? Instead of trying to understand something, we cast it away as being "weird", "strange", "uncool", whatever other word can mask it with. This is something I have been struggling with for a few weeks now. I know excatly when it started. I tend to let things "go" (let them build up) until I cant take it anymore. I never confront the situation. Ever. Its a downfall of mine. Anways, I have let a situation go for a long, long time. And, now, it tends to always be on my mind, consuming my thoughts. And I despise it.

After I am sure I have confused all my readers, when I vent, everything comes out a little mixed up.

I am about to turn 21 (June 5, ye-aahh). But the thing is, when I turn 21, I am not looking for a huge big, lets get smashed, act a fool party. I want to go out with a few close friends, and most imortantly ..remember my day.. I have already been made aware, that this is strange, stupid, and if they were me, they would be all liquored up {{cool. good for you}}

Im not a big girl. Im a size 8. I have a booty that would make Bubba Sparxx and the Ying Yang twins remix "Booty Rocking Everywhere" {{jk. Its not that big}}. I am ok with my figure. However, I am constantly reminded how I should be, and what to do in order to get there. {{I don't want to starve myself, maybe next week, K, thanks}}

I love the place I am in my life. I love where I live, the people I know. I have it made right here. I don' need to move to a sauve little city-wanna-be in order to be cool. Going 23 mph behind a John Deere is just part of life around here, and I am ok with that. {[I can take you for a ride on my big green tractorrrr}}

I don't attend college this semester. I pay for it myself, and am debt free.. I am proud of myself for that, do not try and belittle that. {{So suck on that ;)}}

I drive an old car, which is one less payment I have a month. And my parents don't pay a car payment for me. I really don't want to hear about your way awesome new car and how it gets 600 miles per gallon. Really. {{South Park can explain, look up the episode}}

My boyfriend (Yes, this is something I have forgotten to fill my blog readers in on), stop trying to down him, or the fact we're together. {{get over it, and be happy with your man}}

My curly, untamable, long hair, will one day, make a boy so insanely in love with me. Short straight dumb hair is just fine, and much easier, and trust me, you have made your point. But dont diss mine. My mom has the same hair. {{Truth is, I adore my mothers hair in the summer}}

I need to make this persons oppinions and statements a little less important in my life. Fact is, it really bothers me, and hurts me. I take it wayyy to seriously... Girls are possibly the most malicious, hateful, green-eyed witches on the face of the earth. Bloggers, really think about the words you are using, they can realy cut someone else deep. My mom tells me to laugh it off, and usually blames it on jealously. Here is the deal, instead of being so envious, appreciate that quality in the other person. Mean Girls is the perfect movie to explain the way I feel about girls.

With as much as I have been logging onto Blogger lately, I am so disappointed that I have not found time to write. However, I have been fooling around on Photoshop. I never realized how addicting it was! It seems as if my Blogger layouts changes more often than I change my clothes (... and I'm a girl). Oh, but I have fallen in love with designing this stuff. I have been spending hours in front of the computer screen deciding exactly where the word "Little" should go on a blog header. Here are some things I've have done for my friends!!

Miss Amanda Mae

(Blog still getting set up)

And my little engaged friend Brittaniepaige

(Newest to blogspot. WELCOME HER!)

"Hitting on me WHAT? I think you need a catscan" -Ke$ha

As I check out my news feed to the right side of my blog, I can see other people from other countries are looking at what I am writing.

HOW AMAZING IS THAT??

I know, I know, I am a complete dork for being sooo estatic over this. I literally skipped through the hallway of my house. So England, Canada, Africa, whoeever you are, however you managed to find my blog, just know, you made a 20 something girl jump for joy. Literally. Keep it coming!!

My blog, new face? Ugh, I know. This is just a temporary template until my sister and I can sit down and create a permanent one. Everything was destroyed in my own stupidity. But no worries, Pearls and Curls will be up, beautiful and classy once again. I experimented with the header by myself. And geez, Photoshop sure knew just how to stupify me. (see?? I think I am making up words!)

Oh Ke$ha, you know just the words I want to say..

"Old man why are you staring at me

Mac on me and my friends it is kinda creepy

You should be prowling around the old folks house

Come on dude ... leave us alone

At first we thought it was kinda illin

We thought you were like a billion

And still trying to make a killin

Get back to the museum

D.I.N.O.S.A You are a Dinosaur

D.I.N.O.S.A You are a Dinosaur

O.L.D.M.A.N You just say old man

Hitten on me WHAT?! You need a cat scan"

My new favorite song. I just like the lyrics. Really old men What do you think. Do you think that i think your grey white hair is wisdom? No, I think you most likely graduated highschool a few years before my Dad did. And that, sir, is just disgusting. I work at an eletronic store. I understand, yeah, I work with mainly guys. I associate with mainly guys. Women do come in, with their husbands. Very few young women come in. Whateverrrr. Grow up. Dont fall over the first girl you see in the store. I mean danggg. I have old men hit on me all the time! Its weird, creepy and obnoxious. Not at all attractive. When I say I have a boyfriend, I am not playing hard to get, I am not being silly. I mean leave me alone, stop talking to me, let me do my job, and give me your money. AND LEAVE.

Above: The men who think they are in the age range,

and can compete with Shia Lebough (below, Mhmm mhmm mhmm)

Yes ladies, I dont understand the logic either...