I've Won the Lottery....Sort Of

Okay, so I haven't actually won the official lottery. But I have won the lottery on greatest things to win, like, ever! *hint hint*

Let me back track for a moment to explain why this is even greater than it ever possibly could be. You see, I've never won anything before. My mom likes to claim I won a Beanie Baby one time, but let's be honest for a second. It was a Beanie Baby. They probably payed me to take it.

In loo of the Beanie Baby, I've never actually won anything before. Not even one of those stupid stuffed animals out of a claw machine (Although those are rigged, so that makes me feel a bit better). Which is why what I'm about to say is so incredibly wonderful.

It's almost as wonderful as the idea of being able to live off of Chocolate Covered Bacon and Snapple for the rest of my life without having any health concerns.

Yes, I know. "Abbie, get to the point already!"

Drum Roll please!

*pause for drum roll on nearest hard surface*

I HAVE WON TAYLOR SWIFT CONCERT TICKETS.

Yes, that's right. My hands down all time favorite performer ever. And I have won tickets to see her. Live. Okay, okay. I have already seen her twice. But this is different. This time, the tickets are free! (And free is always better.)

"Abbie, how on earth did you win such a fabulous experience!?"

Well, I'm so glad you asked! It was all thanks to the fabulous Keds! A while back I saw that the Keds Facebook page was holding a contest to win Taylor tickets. All you had to do was select the show you wanted to see, and voila! you were entered. I thought, "Hey, you don't win things. So why not enter? You'll forget you even entered by tomorrow, so you won't even know you lost."

Forget I did. Then like magic, a little over a week ago, an email showed up in my inbox saying that I had won the tickets! Of course, knowing I never win anything, I automatically assumed it was a scam. Plus, the email didn't have any official Keds letter head on it and it was from a gmail account. So I decided to email the customer service department and find out what was going on.

Two days later I got an email back saying they would forward it to the correct department and get back to me. I'm assuming they forwarded my message by carrier pigeon, because no one ever got back to me. About this time I had resolved myself to the fact that it was a scam, when I got a second email. This one said that they had extended the deadline to reply and claim the tickets.

Now I stared to get a bit excited, "Maybe this IS real!?". So once again I forwarded on the email to customer service, asking once again if it was. The following day was my last to claim the tickets, and I was getting a bit antsy in waiting for a reply. I got bored in study hall, so I began my usual mid-morning Twitter check. While scrolling through my feed, I saw that only 10 minutes prior, Keds had sent out a tweet.

I began to get pretty annoyed, "How can they have time to tweet, but not reply to my email!?". So, being the snarky person I am, I sent them a sassily worded tweet. This promptly got me a response asking myself to DM them what my problem was. I sent them a 4 page DM with my predicament. As the day progressed they still hadn't responded (which at this point was surprising me), and I was getting antsy again.

Then, finally, my nerves were calmed. The absolutely lovely person that runs their Twitter account finally got back to me, and told me it was in-fact real! "Really!? I actually won!!"

So, now, in a few short weeks I will be going to see the one and only T-Swizzle!


I'm sorry if you don't find this post as funny as I think I am in my others, I'm just terribly excited and wanted to share!

I'd also like to point out that this post is in no way at all sponsored by Keds (who could use some improvement in their customer service response times, just saying). No one pays me to say anything.

Although I do wish someone would. That way I wouldn't feel so bad for annoying people as much as I probably do with my incessant blabbering.

There Are too Many Products Involved for this to be a Blessing.

If I tried to count the number of times I've met someone for the first time and they automatically comment on my hair, it would most likely equal the number of Snapples I've drank in the past year.

The conversation goes something like this:

Them: "Is that your natural hair?"
Me: "Yes." (No, I spend hours everyday to get it this ridiculously curly)
Them: "Oh my goodness, you are so lucky! Is that your natural color too?"
Me: "Yes." (Do you really think this color came out of a bottle, sweetheart?)
Them: "What I wouldn't give to have your hair!"
Me: "Thank you." (Oh REALLY now. You want to have to spend extra money on fancy shampoos because they're the only ones that don't have Sulfates? You want to have to go through tons upon tons of products to find one that only remotely handles your frizz? You want to have only two possible hairstyle options: down or in a bun? When you do want to change how your hair looks, you want to spend an hour blowdrying and then straightening it? Only to have it rain and be humid the next day to undue all your work. No? I didn't think so.)

Now don't get my wrong, I do love that my hair makes me different. But my goodness, it can certainly be a pain.

Please Don't Look at My Legs

I hate shaving. I mean I really hate it. Almost has much as I hate taking a shower (but that's a different post).

The guarantee that I'm going to miss a big spot or cut myself is almost as great as you not being satisfied with that product you just bought off that infomercial. (A vacuum to clean out your ears? Really?)

In this situation having light colored hair is extremely handy, because it enables me to be lazy and not shave as often as I should. Actually, no. I don't have to shave, shaving should be a can do or an able to. Because if I don't want to, I don't have to shave. *gasp* Yeah, I said it. If I don't want to I'm not going to.

I mean who said only women have to shave their legs? Well now I'm intrigued to know so...to the Wikipedia!

Surprisingly enough, Wikipedia didn't have anything on the subject. Luckily, Google is always there for me.

According to the site I found, shaving for women originated with shaving of the underarms because of an ad that was run in Harper's Bazaar magazine (Bazar indeed). The ad showed a woman wearing a sleeveless dress with the caption "Summer Dress and Modern Dancing combine to make necessary the removal of objectionable hair." Eventually as time went on and hemlines got shorter, the idea of women shaving extended to their legs.

Ah, a magazine ad. I should have guessed it would be something stupid like that. Really doesn't surprise me in the least. Especially with the superficiality of the ads today.

While I admit there is a nice feeling to having just shaven legs, it certainly does't last long. If you blink the hair is back. But this time it's worse. It's in the form of stubble *shudder*. The worst part to all of this is that summer is coming up soon. This means that shorts are going to be the only acceptable form of pants because it's hotter than Jake Ryan and Ryan Reynolds combined. I guess this means I'm just going to have to suck it up and waste 72 days out of my life shaving like every other girl *sigh*.

If you want to read the rest of the article I found, you can do that here.

25 Things You Don't Want to Know About Me

So I figure if any of y'all are going to like me enough to stick around and actually read this thing, you should know some basic things about me. That way my ramblings on won't seem quite so strange.

1. Abbie isn't my "real", it's Abigail.
2. Or if you ask my little brother, it's Bobbie.
3. Speaking of, I'm the oldest of 4.
4. When I say "oldest" I mean oldest. My younger siblings are 13, 4, and 3.
5. My parents got divorced when I was 4, so I don't really remember them ever being together.
6. I have the coolest Step-Dad in the world (no he did not pay me to write that).
7. Cats are my absolute favorite animal in the entire world. If I were to grow up and be a crazy cat lady, I wouldn't complain.
8. I drink at least one Snapple everyday. Yes, I know how unhealthy this is. (Bonus Fact: Peach Passionfruit is my favorite flavor)
9. I'd choose eating Chicken over Steak any day.
10. I really love musicals, and have been an avid fan since the age of four.
11. Bye Bye Birdie is my favorite, probably because of Dick Van Dyke.
12. At the moment I have an obsession with Charlie Chaplin.
13. How I Met Your Mother is one of my favorite TV shows.
14. But it's tied with Will & Grace.
15. And Psych.
16. I will never dislike Sixteen Candles, no matter how many times I watch it (within a week).
17. John Green is my favorite author of all time.
18. Followed closely my Sophie Kinsella.
19. I have the most random taste in music.
20. I like anything from Passion Pit to Show Tunes.
21. Swedish Fish are my favorite candy.
22. Pistachio Ice Cream will forever be my favorite.
23. I love baking cupcakes.
24. Cookie Dough with Chocolate Buttercream icing are my favorite.
25. I have no athletic ability whatsoever.

So there are a few things about me you probably had no interest at all in knowing.

If you've read this much, thanks for sticking with me.

How does one go about starting a "real" blog?

I'd been thinking quite a few things lately (as one usually does) that would make good blog posts. But I just didn't think they would be right for my tumblr. My tumblr just has the certain universal theme to it, cats and sweaters, that long text posts wouldn't exactly fit. Plus, no one but my friends really pay attention to my tumblr. So I decided I should start a "real" blog for these thoughts.

The only problem is I'm not sure where to start. I'm terrible at starting things, you see. When I'm writing papers for school the hardest part for me is always the introduction and the conclusion. Or when I'm writing for Creative Writing class, I always just want to go right to the middle where all the "action" takes place. So if this post comes off as awkward, I'm sorry.

Another reason this may come off as awkward, is because I'm not sure what to write about. But I guess that's the beauty of a blog, huh? You can just write about whatever you want, whenever you want. Hopefully as things progress my blog will develop some sort of "theme". But for now, it's just me trying to figure out who I am.

Now I'm off to attempt to study for a History test...

That's it for now, I guess?