I am a volcano, this is my trail of lava.

I want to write. I want to be able to let all my feelings out while I just type, but something is holding me back. Nothing is wrong in particular, it is just that when I started this blog a year ago my goal was to write in it more often about day to day life, it was meant as an outlet for me, but some things you just can’t write on the internet these days because it could have a negative impact on the minds of others. I don’t wish to be a negative influence at all; I just wish to be real. I just want my voice to be heard without sounding or looking stupid. I wish I had more ideas in my head. Something interesting to say. My fish died a few weeks ago. Maybe I should post his eulogy.

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Thanksgiving, that time of the year where we are supposed to reflect on our lives and think about what we are grateful for.  This year, I am thankful for so much. What comes to my mind first is that I am thankful for my dad. He is better now, a cancer survivor, just like I knew he would be.  I am so happy I have this wonderful man for a parent.



Me and my daddy <3

Sometimes I may not feel like it or truly seem like it, but I am grateful that I am alive. I was in a car wreck the other week, I hit a deer. My mom brought up something interesting that I shouldn’t really reflect on much, but if I had been driving any faster that deer could have crashed through my windshield and…well… I wouldn’t be typing  this.
I should be getting my car back too! I was worried it was a write off. While I have been driving my baby since junior year it has officially become  my car since my recent 21st birthday. Mine, not my parents’. If I had only been driving it for a couple weeks after getting it then ruining it, well that, that would just suck monkey butt.



Me and my baby in a senior photo :)

This may seem like a weird thing to be thankful for, but I am thankful for my pets.  Two Dogs, Ben and Rosie. Also my fluffy baby, my cat Jack. Animals are so much better than humans. They don’t lie and cheat like we do. All they do is love us, maybe because we feed them.  My dog Rosie is especially attune to emotions and bad tension. During perhaps what may have been one of the worst days of my life, I remember sitting on the kitchen floor and she was right beside me. Giving me those lovable puppy eyes she has. Just wanting clear up the bad tension in her doggy ways.  Of course Ben is always his goofy self making me smile.  Jack? I swear he is my furry little therapist. I don’t need to tell him stuff, just curling up beside  him and fussing him while he purrs in content is enough to make my stress melt away and forget the world for a few minutes. Now I know why pet therapy works so well.

  My Ben <3

         Rosie being all cute :)

        Me and my cat. This is what a future crazy cat woman looks like :3

Of course, I wouldn’t be able to be thankful for any of this stuff if it wasn’t for My God. Lately I’ve been feeling so blessed, and I like this change in attitude. If we are all his children, then I feel like the little spoiled one.  I’ve had so much stress these past couple of weeks, what with my dad, car, wisdom teeth, and seeing people I’ve had no desire to see in my life, things could have gone a lot worse, and of course I’m glad things are looking up.

It’s like a light at the end of the tunnel, as they say.

Because that is where all my funny reposts are.

I want to be an oncologist, a cancer doctor. Screw teaching. I want to save lives. I want to help fight cancer (without actually having it…duh).I have seen so many lives affected by it and it just isn’t fair. Little kids you read about online. My neighbor’s sister and also her friend. An ex boyfriends mother, another one of his friends. My friend Sandy, and also my dad. For the past few days my mind has become preoccupied with this muse of career choice and I’m not sure if it is legit or the shock from My dads news. I want to help create survivors, just like I know my dad will be one in the future.

I, Rossalyn Devo, promise that whenever I listen to “learn to be lonely”, on the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack, I WILL NOT start crying and feeling all sad because this song reminds me of a certain ex that I used to sing this with all the time.

As many of you know, boobs come in many different sizes. huge melons, and small cupcakes. I have a cute pair of cupcakes. You know, the kind with white icing and a cherry on top. I have a few friends that have huge boobs. HUGE MELONS. Which is fine, they are mega confident and love them.
 

While we have all decided now that boobs are acceptable in many different sizes, let me explain what has been bothering me. A couple of my friends have referred to my boobs as mosquito bites. Mosquito bites? when I explained to them that they are less like mosquito bites but more like cupcakes, they would insist that they are actually mosquito bites. like having small boobs is a BAD THING. I first blew it off and was like yeah whatever but looking back what my “friends” said to me it was downright rude and offensive. I doubt they would like it if I expressed my love for being skinny and teased them about being fat. It’s not cool! I thought that teasing people for their physical assets was something that occurred in middle school, maybe High school. Definitely not college! My small boobs are proportionate to my hour glass figure as huge melon boobs are proportionate to bigger bummed women.

Now it is no wonder why so many small breasted women have low self esteem about their tits. personally, I think small boobs are prettier than big boobs. Big boobs get saggy as women age and small boobs stay perky longer. Perky boobs are a symbol of age and fertility, this fact dates back to cavemen days. Small boobs are fun also, because there is a lot less fat in them our perky boobs are very sensitive ;) 

 So why all the fuss about breast size? granted, I love push up bras and little tricks to make my boobs look bigger just as much as the next small breasted chick. When I shared one trick with one of my bigger boobed friends she laughed at me and teased me about it a few days later after dinner when the two girls were going on about my lack of boobage. Maybe it was just a little weird to her since she was already given a huge pair from mother nature, fair enough. However, these are MY ways to make me feel CONFIDENT about myself. It’s like making fun of a girl for wearing a little make-up and wearing cute clothes to boost self confidence.

I love my small boobs. As said before they are pretty and sensitive. They are awesome. You have NO RIGHT to tease me for them and make them appear not good enough. Just because I have small boobs that doesn’t make me any less of a woman. Before you dis me for them maybe you should get your face out of your cleavage.

http://www.tumblr.com/tumblelog/youknowyouareincollegewhen <—my new blog. The title is pretty self explanatory. :)

Why did you let go?

When I hold your hand I feel like I am 5 years old again.
Please don’t let go…