Cold & Narcissistic

These are the words that I have decided most accurately describe my thoughts in the last week or so. In fact, today, my sister looked at me and said, “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as cold-hearted as you”. Today on the way home from my cake decorating class, there was a cat in the road. I sped up to kill it, but my heart softened and I allowed it to dart across the street. Take that Rachel.
Anyway. I love cold weather. I love it so much. I love layering things. I love bone-chilling cold weather. I think I should move somewhere like New York. London, perhaps. Seattle seems nice. Lately Oregon seems popular.
I have asked for 2 things for my upcoming 21st birthday: a yellow Kitchen Aid mixer and a pair of red Hunter rainboots. I think when I was 7 I wanted an EasyBake Oven (those were SO rad) and a pink umbrella. Some things don’t change. I just want it to be stormy outside. So cold that I have to layer things. I want the sky to be gray and the trees to be the deepest shade of green. Whenever the weather makes the trees seem that emerald, I smile because green is my favorite color and God is just that awesome.


I have included a photo of myself to prove my narcissistic character. And because the word narcissistic is fun to say in my head. Narcissistic.

Even though I’m feeling cold-hearted, you know this is my favorite movie. A trench coat would be lovely. Might need to add that to my wish list.