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burned-gucci · 4 years

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(Your) Friendship Reaction: Friday Night With The Girls!

A fairly casual Friday night sleepover with your best friend(s)

Karina:

She had asked you to come over tonight to play games, eat, drink, sleep. Maybe some scary movies. However, the plan seemingly changed when showed up to her place and found her in the bathroom bleaching her hair with a box of burgundy hair dye on the sink in front of her.

Karina definitely isn't shy about dying her hair, she changes hair colors like one would change out a load of laundry. It feels like every time you see you she has a new hair color, so this really isn't new. It's also not new for her to switch plans last minute cause truth be told, she never knows what she wants to do until that moment hits and an idea springs into her mind.

As she continued bleeching her hair, you hoped up on the sink counter and watched her while you talked. She said you could use her nail polish, mess with her makeup, do whatever you wanted. Play whatever music you wanted. If you liked, she even offered to dye your hair as well since she has plenty. It was up to you!

You guys ended up talking about a number of things. Discussing the latest episode of your favorite tv series and guessing what would happen next using logic from what has happened thus far. She laughed at random jokes and lines you repeated from the show, knowing exactly what scene you were refering to as she commented back with the next line. Afterwards y'all talked music videos, celebrities you both like and dislike maybe. Filled each other in on the news (celebrity or politics). Once the bleach was in and her hair was held up in a plastic bag, she went to grab her keys so you could both go grab some food, she let you choose the place.

It was always kinda weird how shameless she is but at the same time, her confidence about it is inspiring and one of her best qualities. Anywho, hoping in her broken apart damaged black car that no-one knows how it's still running, Karina drove you guys to the restraunt and put in your order picking up the food and driving back JUST in time for her to wash out her hair.

You ate as she washed her hair and attempted to eat little bites of her food as she applied the hair coloring, not wanting to waste time in between. As you low-key called her gross and made jokes you still helped her eat while feeding her little bites of food, teasing her sometimes and making her chase the fork/spoon/iteam. Overall, the eating process was full of laughing and her threatening to dump the hair dye on you just for you to threaten dipping her food in the hair color changing soup in return.

As her hair dye had to sit in for 45 minutes, the two of you watched music videos and played kids monopoly, or jenga. As they're the only games she currently owns! Karina being the not-so-well-focused girl that she is, ended up losing for silly reasons. In jenga she lost because she didn't realise 2/3 of the blocks in the middle row had already been pulled out, since she was eyes glued on the video, and she ended up pulling the last block and knocking the whole tower over in the process. During monopoly she simply had bad luck of sitting in jail throughout half of the game, allowing you to buy the majority of the properties. The other half the game she was paying you and the bank causing her to go bankrupt with only one or two properties being owned by her.

After the game you end up helping her wash out and dry her hair upon her endless begging you to just for her in the end to decide she isn't sure how she feels about this color. After spending about 4 hours total on her hair, she kinda wishes it was still black but she decides to leave it anyways. Insisting she'll clean up the bathroom mess tomorrow (she won't) she pulls you back to the living room and puts on your favorite movie for you guys to watch in the backround while sharing random stories back and forth.

Ciara:

Ciara isn't entirely sure why she invited you over at night knowing well enough she isn't a night time person. She's usually asleep before 11pm. However, she's really missed hanging out with you lately and your presence alone gives her so much energy and makes her happy.

When you arrived, she was eating a bowl of cheerios and drinking some gatorade while scrolling through instagram looking at denim skirts. The first thing she said to you as you walked inside the house was 'what do you think of this?' As she held her phone up to show you a light blue denim knee length skirt with a yellow sunshine on the bottom right side. You gave your opinion on it as you sat across from her at the table. "You're welcome to the kitchen. I don't care what you eat as long as I don't have to make it." She pointed towards the kitchen as she continued to scroll. Almost dropping the phone in her bowl of milk, as you made your choice on what to do, Ciara ended up slapping the phone back at herself and hitting herself in the face with it. Laughing and half crying, she placed the phone on the table and held her nose. "Maybe I should put that down for now!" She stated fairly loudly before getting back to her food.

After eating and placing the dishes in the sink for her to wash later, Ciara headed to her room with you close behind. Forgetting she had washed her sheets earlier, Ciara had to now make her bed. She asked you for help putting the bottom sheet on, let you choose your own blanket from the closet, she made the rest of the bed half efforted. Wrinkles covered the sheets and the pillows were simply thrown at the top of the bed but she didn't care much since you guys were both going to be laying in it immediately anyways!

Crawling into bed to lay on the side closest to the window, Ciara situated herself before tapping the bed beside her for you to lay down. Knowing you well enough, she handed you a book you love/turned the tv onto your favorite channel and let you do your own things as she scrolled through instagram once again occasionally asking for your opinion on certain clothing iteams.

If you have any to share, she listened to you share your thoughts, about whatever was on your mind. She gave her advice and shared her honest opinions in return. If you just wanted to lay there and watch your show/read your book she was fine with that too. She just wanted to be with you and hang together. Not necessarily do something together, that's what tomorrow is for!

At some point, your unsure of when, she managed to fall asleep facing the wall using her arm as a pillow, her actual pillow tossed to the foot of the bed. She was curled up halfway in a ball half stretched out, taking up half the bed space. She looked peaceful, almost dead she was so still and quiet, but peaceful.

Monse:

She had everything planned out! Dinner: Taco Bar! She made different kinds of main fillings based on your tastes and hers. Included little things she knows you love and she set the table up in a very aesthetic and neat way. Drinks: at the store she made sure to buy a few of your favorite drinks as well as a case of water. She also made homemade punch using sherbet ice cream and 7up/Sprite. Outfits: She had your guys matching Marvel/DC robes ans pj sets pulled out and on her bed. Hers was a Nebula/Poison ivy (depending on which one you prefer) set while yours was Gamora/Harley Quinn (dending).

Once you got there, you guys would eat then change. As you ate, she asked all about your day, let you rant and get everything off your cheat if need be. She told you what you wanted to hear and what you needed to hear as you guys discissed several topics. After eating she let you use the bedroom/bathroom to get ready first while she cleaned up the mess before going to change her own clothes and get ready for bed.

Afterwards, she set up the table with posterboard, construction paper, assorted art supplies, ect because tonight you guys will be making your own board game! Whether it be a toally made up game based on shared thoughts between you two or a remake of an already owned and made game. EX.: Marvel/DC based monopoly. Twister using memes. Your own version of battle ship or LIFE. Whatever it may be!

As you both divided up the jobs of who does what parts and as you agreed upon one main idea for the game/gave ideas for the game, Monse played your guys 'Alien Dreamz' playlist AKA the music playlist you guys made last time you spent the night. The whole time y'all were making the game she kept making really bad puns. As she was measuring the cardboard she came up with 'whos the King of school supplies? The RULER!' Before laughing at her own joke. She asked: 'Whats a frogs favorite art supply? Ribbon-t, Ribbon-t' and actually sounding like a frog as she cut ribbon for decoration. The list is endless honestly.

While working on your guys project, between her bad jokes, she complimented you on random things that she genuinely adores about you. Like how pretty/handsom/cute you look when you're focused. Or how she loves the way your hands look as you use a pair of scissors. How soft your eyelashes look. How much she loves your laugh/singing voice. Ect. If you compliment her back, she'll blush and giggle feeling shy but so happy under the surface.

Eventually, she gets really tired and asks if your ready to go to bed saying y'all can finish the game in the morning. You end up laying on the bed she made on the floor out of twelve dozens blankets and pillows, stuffed animals and sheets. While you lay together you share a bowl of popcorn/snack of your choice while watching the Simpsons or any tv show you want if you don't like the Simpsons. She tries so hard to wait for you to fall asleep first so you won't feel lonely but she was so tired she ended up falling asleep a few minutes before you do.

Question of the Day:

Can you/do you stay up late or fall asleep at a decent/early hour?

My Answer:

Depends on the day! Some nights I'm asleep at 7pm some times I can stay up for 80+ hours. It just depends!

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lovemesomesurveys · 5 years

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Do you and your parents like any of the same bands/singers? Yeah. My mom and I like a lot of the same music. Is there any food in your bedroom? What? No. Do you know anyone who has road rage? Who? My dad. How expensive is too expensive for a pair of shoes? I can’t believe people pay $100 and more on shoes. $50 something is about my limit, and that’s expensive, too. To be honest, my more expensive shoes, like my Adidas, were gifts. How far away do your grandparents live from you? It’s about a 12 hour or so drive. We’ve made that trip a few times and it’s torture.

What kinds of cereal are in the cupboard? I’m actually not sure. I haven’t had cereal in so long so I don’t pay much attention. Is there anything related to cats in your bedroom? Nope. What’s the last thing you spent over 10$ on? Starbucks. Over 30$? A present for my mom. Do you know who lives three houses down from you? Nope. I don’t know any of my neighbors. Do you think Canadians all really love maple syrup? Can you answer this, Lane? Haha. Is there a bulletin board in your room? Yes. Is your mom a big health freak or your dad? Or neither? My dad is a big snacker and he loves his sweets, so definitely not him haha. My mom avoids sugary things as a diabetic and tries to eat healthy. She and my brother are really into cauliflower mashed “potatoes” and “rice.” Her weakness is tacos. Easter or Halloween? I like both. Do you know anyone who wants to be the president one day? Nope. What kinds of chips are in the cupboards? I think we have some Pringles. Do you have your moms or dads hair? I have my mom’s natural hair color, but not style. Her hair is actually really curly, while mine is wavy. What’s the first thing you see when you walk into your bedroom? My TV. Do you prefer the truth, even if it’s harsh? I guess. :X ha. It’s definitely hard to hear and I’m a sensitive soul. If you were going out with your celebrity crush, what would you wear? Omg. I couldn’t let him see me like this, I am an absolute mess. I’d have to get all fixed up first and then pick something nice. I would DIE if he saw me now. Have you ever skipped history class? In college sometimes. Do you own any yellow clothes? Yeah. Do you have any friends who have naturally red hair? No, but I have a cousin who does. Have you ever cried when a teacher retired? Not for that reason, but I cried at the end of the school year in 4th grade because my teacher wasn’t going to be my teacher anymore. He was everyone’s favorite. It was really cool; though, because he ended up teaching 8th grade and so I got to have him again when I got there. Does your kitchen look like it was designed in a completely different decade? No. When’s the last time you wore heels? Never. Do you have your mom’s or dad’s eyes? My mom’s. Is there anything shiny in the room you’re in? Yeah. What’s the best date movie? Hmm. I don’t know. I am a sucker for the romantic comedies, though. How long has your current best friend been your best friend? All my life. Have your parents ever been out of the country? Yes. My mom has been to Italy, which I’m quite envious of. Are you older than the last person you laughed with? No. How many pairs of jeans, all together, are in your house? Pfft I don’t know. There’s 4 adults living here and we all wear jeans. We each have several pairs. Do you swear and yell while playing video games? No. Would you rather name your daughter Andrea or Eva? Andrea. Is there any alcohol in the fridge? I don’t think so. If you had to get up at 6am tomorrow morning, would it be painful? It absolutely would be. I don’t even go to bed until like 2 or 3 as it is. Have you ever seen the last person you watched TV with drunk? Yes. If you were adopted, would you want to know? At this point... no. Has a best friend ever ditched you for a girlfriend/boyfriend? Yes.

Would you rather get a new brother or sister? I’m almost 30 now, I’m pretty much good on siblings. My mom couldn’t have any more kids anyway. Unless she adopted, of course. It would be weird to have a baby in the house. My younger brother is almost 21, so it’s been a long time. Do you know anyone who has grossly skinny eyebrows? No. Do you have anything in your room you’ve had for ten years or more? Yeah, a lot of things. Do your pets chase after bugs? No. Would you ever kiss the last person who messaged you on facebook/MSN/etc? No. Do eat at home or in restaurants more? We get takeout to eat at home a lot.

When’s the last time you were so excited you couldn’t sleep? Why? It’s been a long time since I haven’t been able to sleep for that reason. Audrey Hepburn or Audrey Kicthing? Hepburn. Do you e-mail more often then you talk on MSN/AIM? I often check my email, but I don’t send any. I haven’t used AIM since like 2009. If your best friend’s birthday was next week, what would you get them? A couple Game of Thrones shirts. What is your mom’s favorite movie? She has a lot. How much older is your dad then you? He’s 28 years older than me.

What TV family reminds you of your own family? I don’t know.

Do you own any flip-flops? Nope. I don’t wear flip flops or sandals.

Did you ever really believe that the stork brought babies? I don’t think I ever thought that.

Are there any drawers in your house that are just filled with junk? Yeah. We have that designated kitchen junk drawer that a lot of people seem to have, but I personally have a few junk drawers in my room. My parents have theirs, too.

Is the last person you spoke to in love? Not that I know of.

How far away is Chicago from where you live? It would be a 31 hour drive. I would definitely be flying should I ever go to Chicago.

Do you know anyone who always looks perfect? Who? I think my mom does. She’s always had really nice skin and looks great with or without makeup. I didn’t inherit that at all. Do you know anyone who has security cameras in their house? Yeah.

Do you think Zac Efron is really that good looking? Not really, honestly.

What was the last movie to make you cry? Endgame. D:

Has anyone you know ever pulled the fire alarm in school, joking around? No.

What time do you usually go to sleep at sleepovers, if ever? I was always the last one to fall asleep and the first to wake up. I hardly slept at all.

Who was the main character in the last book you read? This girl named Althea.

Is the last person you said goodbye to single? No. Who are the last people you saw kiss? My parents. Have you ever posted a fan fiction on a website? Nope. Do you ever fantasize about your future wedding? Who’s the bride/groom? No. I can’t see myself ever getting married, honestly. Chapstick or lipgloss? Nowadays just chapstick. What was the last unpleasant thing to wake you up? My nightmare last night. Do you have any friends who are ALWAYS kissing their bf/gf? No. Does that get annoying? Uhh it would get uncomfortable and awkward. Would you rather look at clouds or stars? Stars. If you could trade appearances with the last person you hugged, would you? Yes. Do you have any relatives who are expecting a baby really soon? No. Do you ever wonder what the opposite sex do at sleepovers? Nope. When you get married, who will be the maid of honor/best man? Like I said, I probably won’t ever get married. Does your best friend get along with their parents? She did, yes. Unfortunately, they both have passed away. If you were to walk to Florida from where you live, would it take long? Uh, yeah. I live in California. Not happening. I’d never even attempt to walk to next closest city to me. Omg, according to Google it would take 885 hours to walk to Florida. :O Do you understand why ‘To kill a mockingbird’ is called what it is? I don’t remember why, so I Googled it cause now I’m curious and apparently “Mockingbirds” symbolize innocence, so it’s “to kill innocence.” When’s the last time you broke plans? Why? I haven’t made any plans in such a long time. My friends kept trying for so long, but eventually they gave up cause I’m a mess. Have you ever been in a wedding? What were you? No. Would you feel safer with an alarm system or security cameras? We have both. Does the last person you touched smoke? No. Do you know someone who is CONSTANTLY texting? Does that annoy you? My brother is always texting, but no it doesn’t annoy me. Does it matter to you what kind of shampoo you use? I use a salon style shampoo for red colored hair.

#personal #text #survey #surveys

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gingerambition · 7 years

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Ginger Ambition Update

If you don’t know me, I’m assuming I’m your favorite ginger you’ve never met. If you’re reading this and you have met me however, you either have a huge secret crush on me, you’ve dated me and you’re looking for a subtle reference to yourself, or you recite my name each night as part of your Arya Stark–esque murder list. Honestly you’re more than welcome to my face, it takes an hour to put on before a first date anyway and is almost immediately ruined by excessive heat and pouting. You’d really just be saving me time at this point.

Anyway, before I can publish my drafts about receiving dick pics in my late 20′s (FUUUUUUCK), Tinder dates that result in me either A. bailing him out of jail or B. ending up at a bar that is actually a wake, and being a proud member of the girls still blacking out in Ubers while everyone else is getting engaged club, I have to get some things off my (perky) chest. It’s kind of long but typing it out will be like losing 20 pounds of emotional weight.

It’s been eight months since I got dumped. Two hundred and forty days later (I haven’t been counting I just did 8 x 30 on my phone) and I am still getting the same questions, so to avoid prolonging the graduation party effect (answering the same 5 questions on repeat the way I’m currently listening to “Look What You Made Me Do”), I am going to just put it all on the table.

I got dumped at the end of December. It was days after celebrating Christmas with his family and attending my best friend’s 90′s throwback party where everything seemed normal AF. In fact I hear he’s up for an Oscar for his portrayal of communicating, loving boyfriend. So no, it was not mutual. He had his reasons. (Sidebar: the self-control I just showed in resisting the urge to put air quotes around the word, reasons, is similar to how I felt the other night when this old dude who was buying me Coors Lights was texting Taylor Kitsch, YES – THE ACTOR, and all I wanted to do was spider monkey across the table, grab his phone, and get the digits of a B-list celeb). I felt the breakup was out of the blue. I’m sure him and I will never see eye-to-eye on it, and that’s because he’s way taller than me so it’s physically impossible. If I’ve told you “my story” in person, just skip this post. If you’ve been curious, here it is . . .

I Ubered to our apartment from the San Francisco airport (he couldn’t pick me up because he was drinking), and he was on the couch. He hadn’t unpacked from being home for Christmas yet. He got back to our apartment a day earlier. His shoes were on. I made us mac n’ cheese. I started nagging that he wasn’t eating his and it was getting cold, I even put the pepper out for you. I was snuggling our cat and asking him how much he missed his girls. He turned off the TV and said, using my full name, we need to talk. Every part of me between my throat and my belly button knotted together and tasted like acid and pennies, my limbs felt distant and heavy, I moved to him, but I felt more like I was watching myself. After we spoke (he whispered, I cried), he took his still packed bag, I tried to kiss him (I got his cheek), and I watched him walk down the hall as I so often did in the morning when he left for work before me. That was the last time I saw him. After 2 states, 4 apartments, 5 years, countless "babe, you need to double flush after that,” kitchen slow dance parties, and putting our mattress in the living room for pizza fueled sleepovers, it was done. And it is done, because I don’t believe in second chances when it comes to ex-boyfriends. At some point they always come back. Of that I am certain. It could be 5 weeks or it could be 15 years, but it always happens and I take comfort in that.

I called my best friend, she didn’t answer so I texted her husband. I called my mom. I called my sister. My best friend called back. I told my college best friends. I texted a few more girls. I told everyone I wanted to hear it from me, and gave them permission to pass it on like a shitty game of telephone, so I wouldn’t have to live it over and over. I cried myself to sleep wrapped up in a nest of blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes I made out of things that smelled like him. I woke up every hour, realized where I was, cried, fell back asleep, repeat. I left the TV on to feel less alone. The small studio, that I couldn’t wait to return to less than 24 hours prior, felt less like home and more like stumbling upon a movie set or the apartment of a stranger I follow on Instagram. I had an idea of who had lived there, how they felt, how I should feel, but I was suffocated between collections of crap full of memories I could imagine but not grasp, and inside jokes I could make an outline of, but not see. In 12 hours I had aged 5 years. Everything felt fresh, and sharp, and distant, and numb, and a thousand other emotions all at the same time and I didn’t understand how that could be.

Then I did something I never thought I would do, I just left. I took a red eye flight back to Michigan, where I was just 24 hours prior. I left all of the apartment lights on, the TV, and our Christmas tree. I cut up our favorite t-shirt then refolded it and put it in his drawer. I snapped my Harry Potter wand in half (from our 4 year anniversary trip) and put it under his pillow. I took everything of his I could see from my bed and put it in the corner. I tore every Uno card in half and left them in a pile. I wanted to break all of his Legos and throw out the directions but my mom said no, and for some reason I listened. I pulled the felt monogram I made off his nightstand lamp shade. I deleted my wedding Pintrest board. I deleted all of our pictures together from my phone. If you don’t want me anymore, I don’t see the point in lingering. If I said doing all of that petty crap didn’t make me feel better, I’d be lying. It was better than drunk Taco Bell after a sorority date party.

I took as many sweatshirts and yoga pants as I could fit in a carry on, my large suitcase, my purse, cornered our cat into her carrier, and I left the rest for him to ship. Here’s an old school story problem to give you a break from brown out figuring out how to tip and write your number of a bar tab at the same time, 1 sobbing ginger + 2 suitcases + 1 purse + 1 cat that weighs like 2 cats = this blog can write itself. But wait, there’s more! The Titanic soundtrack was playing at my gate and my Uber driver almost killed us. He didn’t understand English, so when my cat started clawing to get out of her soft side airplane regulation carrier, and I pleaded with her to stop (when it rains it pours), he slammed on the breaks - on the HIGHWAY - and said “stop? stop? stop?” I yelled, KEEP FUCKING GOING. Not a moment I’m particularly proud of, but it happened. I put in my 2 weeks notice and worked remotely, wrapping up projects, and apologizing in emails. I tried not to burn bridges. Hurt has a ripple effect not always immediately evident.

The worst part for me is knowing one day, every adventure, every nickname, every private moment we shared together will be forgotten, will disintegrate, and I will be reduced to, “that ginger I dated for like 5 years in my 20′s and had a TV show no one watched.” I will be become one of his two truths and a lie options. I won’t even have a name. He will tell some Cliff Notes version of “our story” to the daughter he has with someone else who isn’t me when it’s her heart that is broken and craves assurance there’s someone out there for everyone.

I slept on and off for the next 4 days, a very Carrie in the “Sex and The City” movie when she’s on her honeymoon with her friends instead of Big, of me to do. I never said I wasn’t dramatic. I didn’t drink. I made myself shower. I went on long walks with my parents’ dog and listened to a “Guys Are The Wooooorst” Spoitfy playlist I made. Everyone was so proud of me and impressed by how I kept it together, how I’m still keeping it together. Friends were happy to have me home, to have me so close to them. I felt wanted again. It’s not hard to act fine when he’s on the other side of the country. I wasn’t going to run into him. He never drunk dialed me, never texted. As much as distance can make things hard, it can also make things easy.

My first breakup with my first boyfriend when I was 19 was horrible. I lost a ton of weight (not in a hot way - in a, “her head is too big for her body” kind of way), I didn’t go to class, I passed out on porches, I took my anti-depressants on and off sometimes with whatever shot was on special or being handed to me. This time, simply put, I would not allow myself to be that girl again. I was like nope, too cute, too sassy, too many people who love me to go back to that. (Although it would be nice to basically fit my American Girl doll’s clothes again.) I received so many cards and presents in the mail from best friends, girls I hadn’t talked to in years, and old co-workers that I almost wish I got dumped sooner, preferably around the time of a Kate Spade Surprise Sale.

So it’s been eight months. I’m 27-years-old and I’m starting over. I’m living at home. I bought a new old car. I thought 2017 was the year I’d be planning a wedding. Now the extent of my planning is what I’m wearing to work tomorrow and what city I will visit next weekend. But you know what? I’m happy. I’m loved. I’m done settling.

#boybye #GingerAmbition #Breakup #KellyannWargo #Single

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