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Kendra
06 December 2009 @ 09:26 pm
Body image is a thing that everybody has to deal with, both men and women. While it may seem highly unlikely, men do suffer from the horrors of eating disorders, such as anorexia and bulimia. Most people don't think about it, as it is more common for women to go through the trials and suffering of having a warped view of their body.

There are so many girls out there who have too many complaints about what they think of their body. Their shoulders are too broad, their thighs are too big, their breasts are too big, etc.

I was blessed with having an hourglass figure, but I do have one thing to complain about. Yes, I do have broad shoulders, but that's not what bothers me. My bust and my hips are each of equal measurements and I have a defined waist, so I shouldn't have anything to complain about, right? Wrong. While I do have good measurements, my calves are like bird's legs. Skinny, skinny, skinny. It creates an extremely weird proportion for my body. So what do I do about it? I buy clothes that can flatter my legs. Skinny jeans don't look as good on me as bootcut, although I can get away with them.

That's a big thing some people don't realize - there are clothes out there that can flatter any body type. One thing that I noticed about myself is that I should never wear horizontral stripes, as it gives the illusion of the body looking wider. This pattern is best saved for girl with boyish figures. Apple-shaped girls should steer away from clothes that draw attention to their generally large mid-section. And for people, like me, clothes that accentuate the waistline are generally a good choice.

Clothes aren't everything, though. You just be proud of the body that you were given, because it's unique. You may think, "sure, sure, lots of people have this body shape," but you're wrong. I mean, look at me. Yes, I'm an hourglass, but I'm a lopsided hourglass. Big, fat, stinkin' deal.
 
 
Kendra
26 November 2009 @ 11:33 pm
Ah, this is so true. Whoever made this up is my hero.

Now we know just what the A, B, C, D, DD, E, F, G, and H stand for in bra sizes.

{A} Almost Boobs...

{B} Barely there.

{C} Can't Complain!

{D} Dang!

{DD} Double dang!

{E} Enormous

{F} Fake.

{G} Get a Reduction.

{H} Help me, I've fallen and I can't get up!
 
 
Kendra
26 November 2009 @ 03:12 pm

What is your favorite holiday and why?

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I like Halloween and Christmas. Halloween, because it's the time of year you can look like a total idiot and people can't judge you. I mean, some people say dressing up for Halloween is stupid. There are 365 days in a year and if you don't take one of those days to dress up, then you're stupid. As for Christmas, I like the gathering of family and the element of surprise as you try and guess what is inside each present. Plus, the Christmas dinners don't hurt, either.
 
 
Kendra
20 November 2009 @ 09:06 pm
That's what I was muttering out an random intervals during my night at the local movie theatre.

Have I told you how much I hate people? Especially arrogant pre-teens? Arrogant pre-teens who pay their way in to see a movie and then talk during the entire frickin' time?

I haven't told you? Well, I'm about to. I promised myself I wouldn't complain about my problems on here, but I just don't care anymore. I need to get this off my chest and show you my pure hatred for these people. I don't even know them, and yet, I want to them all to go take a flying leap off of a cliff into a pit of spikes and then get dragged through a pool of alcohol.

Owww.

Okay, I'm not that mean. I just want them to either s.t.f.u or g.t.f.o. That would be swell if they could do both.

According to our movie theatre, I'm an adult. If you're 16 and older, you're an adult. i'm 17. Therefore, I have to pay a lovely nine bucks to see a movie. Luckily, this movie was worth it. New Moon. Yes. I read the books. I watch the movies. But I'm not a Twihard. So deal with it. I like it but it's also fun to bash because it's so ridiculous.

You could tell what people didn't read the books. It went like this:

*Jacob rips his shirt off*
Idiots: OMFGWTFBBQSAUCE!
Me: I know that this 16...17 year old kid is abnormally ripped, but please, restrain yourselves.

*Edward asks Bella to marry him*
Idiots: OMFWTFBBQSAUCE!
Me: Yeah, you clearly haven't read the books...

*Idiots keep on kicking my seat*
Me: Hey, could you stop kicking my seat?
Idiots: Sorry, my bad, I tripped.
Me: "Can't even comprehend the stupidity of that sentence* (How in the world can you trip while you're sitting down?)

I'm not even kidding. They were talking during the entire movie and kicking the back of our seats. I was nice the first time, and I politely asked them to be quiet, but after that, I just flat out told to them to shut up. We were getting ready to get the boss lady of the theatre (who can unleash hell quite easily) to deal with them, but the movie was nearly done. Plus, we've read the books, so we know what's going on.

I still wasn't impressed though.
 
 
Kendra
06 November 2009 @ 05:47 pm

Is there a fictional character that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside?
Yes, ma'am.

Does this character happen to be a vampire?
Actually, no, he's human.

Is he a werewolf?
...I just said he was human...

Is he in the Twilight series?
Nope.

Is his name Sodapop Curtis?
Chyeah!

That's pretty much it. All the Twi-hards can keep their Cullen men. I'll go with the 1980's Hottie McHottie.








 
 
Kendra
02 November 2009 @ 10:11 pm

For those who own (or who have owned) Bring Me the Horizon's EP entitled "This is What the Edge of Your Seat Was Made For" may have stumbled across the band's very blunt message, which is summed up to be:

"Get out there and do something; forget about your education."

I agree with the first half of that statement. The other half I have issues about. Oliver Sykes pointed out that a personal friend of his spent most of his life studying and was fatally killed at a young age. He never got to see the world and he never will be able to.

I was extremely touched by that story, because there are people in the world who focus too much on their studies. I'm not saying education is a bad thing, because it is. With education, you have way more opportunities for your future. You'll be able to do what you love, rather than flipping greasy burgers at McDicks for the rest of your life.

Education equals money. Money equals a well-supported lifestyle.

Of course, you shouldn't hole yourself up in your room, surrounded by piles and piles of books, obsessively working over quadratic equations or your Biology thesis paper. But you shouldn't ignore your studies either.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is...study but make the time to go and out and explore the world. Join an extracurricular group at school. Start a project with your friends. There are so many opportunities out there to be sitting around doing nothing.

So, get out there. Go for a run. Read a book. Learn something new.

 
 
Kendra
30 October 2009 @ 07:14 pm

What are you going to be for Halloween this year? Are you going to wear coordinating costumes with a friend or partner? Did you buy something pre-fab or make it yourself?

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Heh. I'm going as a Las Vegas show girl. I have this really feathery skirt and I'll have the feather in the headband going on.

Should be interesting.
 
 
Kendra
This little story has popped up in almost every conversation my family has ever had, so I thought I'd share it with you all. Maybe you can share a similar story with me if you have one.

Today's topic of interest is...incompetent doctors!

I know, I know. You're probably think "That's impossible! Doctor's can't be imcompetent, they've been to medical school!"

True.

But there are some that make you think how they even made it through medical school.

I'll give you an experience I had as an example.

It was the summer of Grade 5 and managed to catch pertussis (that's whooping cough for you simple language folks). Anway, I went to the hospital and the doctor who examined me insisted that it wasn't pertussis, it was just a simple sore throat.

My mom kept arguing with him that I did have whooping cough and not just some common cold.

I guess to prove a point, I coughed right in the doctor's face.

I'm not talking about a lady-like clearing of the throat. I'm talking about a cough. Loud, phelgmy, spluttering cough. Right smack in the doctor's face.

So, he's now supposed to be in quarentine.

Guess what he does?

Goes on a cruise with his wife.

So, yeah, now he's infected his wife and every other person on the ship.

Smooth.

Have any stories like that? Let me know!
 
 
Kendra
05 October 2009 @ 08:03 pm


I've been watching a lot of Des and Nate videos on You Tube and this particular one really got me thinking.

How many of you have had grandparents who were in the war?

I have.

How many of you have had the type of grandparents you sit you on their lap while they reminisce about their time in the war?

I did.

How many of you have grandparents who are extremely bitter and rugged after being in the war?

I sure didn't.

Picture this. You've just come home from school. You've failed your test. Your boyfriend/girlfriend broke up with you. And you spilled your Sloppy Joe all over yourself. You walk in the door and say "I've had a erally bad day."

Then your grandpa pipes up and the conversation goes like this:

Grandpa: I was in the military, you've never had a bad day. One time I woke up during the war and I only had one hand!
You: Grandpa, you have both your hands, that doesn't make any sense.
Grandpa: Shut up, you s*** taco. I have to shave with a dead guy's tooth. I flossed with pubic hair one time.
You: Grandpa, that's so f***ing nasty.
Grandpa: I had to s*** while running and carrying a grenade at the same f***ing time. Bad day my ass! You wanna wrestle?
You: ...No...
Grandpa: Are you a f*****, demon hair?
You: ....No....
Grandpa: I'm a Pilgrim, okay? I wipe with poison ivy, rat traps, and razor blades put together. You dig?
You: No, Grandpa, I've never dug in my life.
Grandpa: Well, you're gonna dig!
You: I'm never gonna dig - ever!

If you are one of those people with a grandpa like that, please let me be a fly on your wall so I can watch.

People like that make me giggle (and terrify) me all at the same time.
 

 
 
Kendra
02 October 2009 @ 08:28 am

Are you planning to dress up for Halloween? How long do you typically plan your costume? Do you keep it a secret?


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This year, I'm dressing up as Nikki Sixx, the basssist from Motley Crue.

I usually plan my costume months ahead. I'll make a list of possible costumes and then I'll think about each one for a while.

For the last two choices, the one that I didn't pick for this year is usually going to be costume for next year.

And I guess I don't keep my costumes a secret, since I just told you right now.
 
 
Kendra
30 September 2009 @ 06:39 pm
These new journal entires of mine are going to be...well...different, to say the least. No, I won't be talking about pointless details of my life. I won't be posting random surveys. And I definitely won't be whining about my problems on the Internet. Who even gets sympathy on the Internet?

No one.

If they do get any, it's cheap. That's all it is, is cheap sympathy.

What I will tell you about, though, is myself.

I'm like a bumblebee. I only sting you when you threaten me. Before, I was more like a turtle. I would have no problem walking around with my head out, but as soon as something bothered me, I hid myself away from the world. I was shy. I was fragile. I was easily manipulated.

But things change, don't they? People grow, they have experiences in their life that make them into the person they are today, right? Of course. I've had experiences that have changed me, blossomed me.

These days, I don't really know what I could say about me. I can be a total sweetheart, yet at the same time, I can be a jerk. I tend to listen rather than talk, but if something's on my mind, you'll need to bury me to get me to shut up. I'm generally quiet, but if I'm in the right mood and around the right people, I can be a powerhouse. I have the lungs of a saxophone player, a singer, and a drama kid. I could talk your ear off for hours, if the topic leads to something I enjoy.

I guess you could say I'm ironic, in some cases. For instance, I enjoy reading the Twilight series, but I do have fun bashing the books as well. Odd? Yes. But that's just me. I'm odd.

Like every human being, I have faults. I have weaknesses. Physically and emotionally. For one, I can't trust people. You have to be very, very close to me to earn my trust. Second of all, I'm a klutz. That's all I can say. I can't stand on my own two feet, which is why I'll never get hired for the circus. It's too bad. That was my dream job.

I can just picture myself. Up on that tightrope, with my umbrella in hand. The crowd waiting with baited breath as I lightly place my foot onto the long cord that seems to stretch on for miles. Everything's looking good so far. I hold my breath and inch my other foot onto the cord. A little wobbly, but I'll make it. Let's take the first step. One...

Splat.

Oops. I guess I fell, didn't I? Thank goodness for that net.

Like I said, odd. I don't want to be involved in the circus. I hate the circus. The labor the animals have to go through. The clowns. Shudder.

Yes, I am a supporter of animal rights, and yes, I do have an abnormal fear of clowns.

I love animals and I hate PETA. I hate clowns...and I hate clowns. That's it. Once you have a giant plywood cut-out of a clown fall on you when you're only 4 years old, it kind of causes some problems.

Also, like every human being, I get writer's block. Just like I am now. But this time, I don't want to try and unblock the writer's block. Because I'm finished with my tale.

I guess all I really have to say is...

Don't trip on the threshold on your way into the mess that is my life.
 
 
 
 

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