Annual Family Nerf War

My family started a new holiday tradition a few years ago and this year was our third annual nerf war.  My little sister hosted it at her house this year since all of her roommates were gone and she has a pretty cool back yard. We started off the usual way, picking teams and wearing red or green bandannas. We play capture the flag. We start off at a tree and you have to get the flag back to the tree. If you’re shot you put your gun up and have to go back to the tree to get back in. Simple enough. We played two rounds where my team, the red team won both times. I know, we are good. 

After a break we decided we were going to change it and play zombie. This is every man for them self. Everyone is a human except for one, which was my 3 year old niece. Everyone hid and she had to find us. If she touched you, you became a zombie and you put your gun down and go after the other humans. The last human standing won. Same rules apply for the zombies that if you got shot you go to the tree. Well I turned into a zombie got shot and went to the tree. After I touched the tree I saw my dad in the house and went after him. I was right on his tail running down the stairs and he dove over he couch and I fell down the stairs! It was like my feet came off the stairs and I was in the air, slammed down on my butt and back and slid down a quite a few stairs. I couldn’t stop myself. Then my dad gets off the couch and shoots me with his nerf gun. I just laid there. It hurt so bad! But we laughed about it, until now as I’m laying on the couch writing this in pain. It hurts to sit down and stand up! Typical me. Clumsy as ever. Forever tragic. Maybe 2016 will turn a new leaf. Until then I’ll just sit here with my broken butt. 

(Sad that we didn’t take any pictures this time, all I have is this text to my other sister who couldn’t come)

  

The New Name of Tragic Girls is…

Hello all! As you know I announced that there will be some big changes to the blog come the new year, one of which is changing the name. This has been a change that I have thought about a lot. Once I figured out the new name I knew I was making the right decision and I am really excited. So with that being said, come 2016 Tragic Girls will be changing to…

The blog will be changing to the.B.Law! When I thought of this name I liked it, but still wasn’t sure. Then as I kept thinking about it, the more I fell in love with it. It is kind of a play on words and has a few different meanings, one- obviously it represents my name, two- this was my high school nick name (I was on varsity dance and we had three Brittanys so my name turned into B-Law), and three- I like that it sounds like what I am saying is my law (haha).

Changing the name from Tragic Girls is bitter sweet. Tragic Girls is what got me started and it holds a lot of meaning and memories, especially of my roomie and I. I am excited though for the change and what the new name, the.B.Law means. They reason I am making the change is because I have come to a point where the name Tragic Girls itself I feel is restricting me. I know it is my blog and I can write about whatever I want, but I want my name to reflect what my blog is about, or at least be broad enough to cover whatever. Tragic Girls was fun and I will always be tragic, but I want to write about more. I have already ventured into style however, with the name Tragic Girls, if you didn’t read the blog already it may seem like I am writing about tragic fashion which I am NOT! I want a name where any topic is possible. Trust me I have tried to break out of this confinement and convince myself otherwise but it hasn’t worked, the block is in my head. Tragic Girls will always be a part of me and you can bet if something tragic happens I will still post it (tragicness is inevitable in my life), and as long as I can figure out how to do it, I want to keep tragic girls as a page on my blog. I will have to research and mess around to figure out if that is even possible.

The other change to my blog will be the look. I have been trying to hint with the pictures I have been posting about the upcoming changes. I want it to be classic, black and white. Simple and classy. I am still trying to find the right theme and I think I settled on one last night. In a few day Tragic Girls will be officially close for “construction” while I work on the changes. I hope you will all enjoy what is to come!

 

 

 

 

Writing Update

So I know NaNoWriMo is well over and obviously I didn’t finish but that’s okay! I’m not done with my novel but that doesn’t mean I’m done writing. I will finish this novel and just because I need more time doesn’t mean I failed, it’s okay because I am determined to finish. I just wanted to let you all know that I haven’t given up!

New Name Reveal… TOMORROW!

Make sure to stay tuned tomorrow because I will be revealing the new name of my blog! I am so excited to get started with all of my changes! After I reveal the new name and post my explanation of all of my upcoming changes the blog will be temporarily closed, under construction to make all the changes as the new year approaches. I hope you will bear with me through this! I am so thankful for your continued support.

Talk to you tomorrow! Can’t wait!

  

2016 Will Bring Change

It’s the last month of 2015, a new year is approaching. What will the new year bring for you? Any resolutions? Well 2016 will bring change for Tragic Girls, not only a new look but a new name! This is has been a very thought out decision but I am so excited to evolve and do more! The new name will be revealed later this month along with an explanation as to why. I hope you all will enjoy it and be just as excited as I am and continue to support me!

  

The Road to Idiocy

Driving home from work this evening had me irrationally angry. I suppose I may have brought this on myself when I agreed that I could handle a 40 mile commute each way for a year. It is what it is, some days are better than others, although the better days are rare. Today I left work excited because I left 15 minutes earlier than normal. In doing so I assumed that traffic would be a little better. I. Was. Wrong. Leaving early actually made my drive longer! Traffic was freaking terrible. If everyone knew how to merge lanes, which seems like a simple enough task, then traffic probably wouldn’t exist. In my opinion the causes of traffic can be narrowed down to two things, lookie-loos (you know the people who have to slow down to see a car that is stalled because it is so interesting) and people who cannot merge. What do both of these have in common? They are all idiots. What makes it worse is their idiocy is contagious. You can be the best driver surrounded by idiots and suddenly you’re starting to make mistakes. This happened to me today, they had me driving like them with the slamming on the breaks action so much that I was making myself car sick, yeah that is how talented I am, I can make myself car sick.

All I wanted to do was get home. Actually what I really wanted to to was get to Trader Joe’s so I could buy me some cheese because what better way to drown your traffic sorrows but in cheesy goodness? (By the way I got Manchego  and it is delicious). But instead of being able to get my cheese and be home quickly I had to be stuck in a sea of red lights yelling at the person in front of me. All I could think about was getting my cheese and how I wanted to be home and take my boots off because my feet were so hot in them (gross I know). I told you, irrationally angry. The kind of angry that only traffic can make you, the kind that even makes you mad at the radio for playing commercials, so you angrily change the station or just shut it off all together. Finally a good song came on, “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood. It was perfect for the moment, I changed the words as follows: “Maybe next time they’ll think before they cutmeoffagain”. After this song I felt a little better. I just have to remember that I should have no rush trying to get home since it’s going to take me forever anyways, so why stress?

Anyways, thanks guys for letting me vent. Don’t worry I ate my cheese, I am now content under a fuzzy purple blanket on the couch. Good night!

Weekend Update

Happy first day of November! I hope everyone had a good and safe weekend. Just a quick recap of mine, Friday night I binge watched season 2 of The Originals on Netflix and am kind of sad that I finished it so fast. Now I have to watch the current season online until I get caught up on the few episodes I am behind, and then wait a week to watch each new one like a peasant. Saturday was Halloween, but obviously you knew that, and I woke up with the worst migraine. I am pretty sure my head knows when I am planning on having fun and just hates me. My boyfriend and I had planned on going to our friends for dinner and to hand out candy. While he watched the USC game before we went, I slept again to try to make my headache go away. It was a miracle but by the time we left it was gone! That never happens.

We got down to our friends and she made dinner for us. Some of you may know her, she is one of my best friends Amanda from Glitter it Gold. If you haven’t checked out her blog then you should because she is one of the best cooks that I know! She made the best steak! It was a perfect night, that was until I accidentally made my Michael Kors watch fall off of the bathroom counter and it shattered! I seriously almost cried, I am determined to get it fixed though.

This morning we left Amanda and her husband’s house to go to my parents. I had to go to my friend’s daughter’s first birthday! So I was going to drop my boyfriend off at my parents to hang out until I was done. My friend’s daughter is adorable and seriously loved her cake, she got chocolate wasted. You can actually check her out as well at The Mom Struggle is Real. (I know I have quite a few blogger friends that are like my real friends, but we help to motivate each other!) Anyways, this little one’s party was so nice and it was nice to see my friend because we never see each other, yet we are still close. After the party I went back to my parents and hung out with the family for a bit. It was a pretty filled weekend but I felt accomplished.

Now that I am finally home I had to sit down and write. Not just this blog though. Today is the first day of nanowrimo which stands for national novel writing month. I am going to try it. I already had an idea and it it became an even better idea recently when I realized what I really wanted the book to be about. I took it as a sign and figured I should try this. I got a bit of a head start and have a few pages already. Not to put myself down, but I know that I will not finish a novel in a month and that is okay, I don’t want to have this goal that I am not confident in achieving because then I will just feel like a failure. Instead I just want to write everyday. Somedays may be a little some may be a lot. I think though if I can at least write everyday then I can get this story down on paper. It may not even sound great when I get it all down, but i will feel so accomplished. After that comes editing so I know eventually I can make it great. So please hold me accountable, writing every day!

That is about it for the weekend, it is bed time. Good night!

PS- tomorrow will actually be in the low 70’s so please share my excitement and wear a sweater!

Not Okay

Seriously something is wrong. I don’t know why, but it has been happening all week! I can’t seem to find anything to wear! It is seriously awful. I am going crazy. It’s not like I don’t have clothes, anyone knows I have PLENTY, I just have no inspiration this week. All of my outfits have been so basic and not creative at all. I even went to three different stores to try to find a dress for a party my sister is throwing next week and I found nothing! One of those stores was a pretty big Forever 21 and only one thing slightly caught my eye and I still decided no. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME 😭? 

I am going to blame the weather. We are getting to that stage where it’s finally starting to cool down, and by cool I mean low 80’s so it is still not cold enough to wear sweaters. I think I am so over my summer clothes but am unable to wear any fall/winter clothes. Can’t it just be cold so I can get out of this funk?! I need some inspiration stat. 

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Tragic Hypochondriac 

It has been strangely long since something tragic has happened to me, but never fear, tragicness found me yet again. The other night I was in the shower and I noticed my hands were kind of white and I could see the veins in them more. Nothing strange really, I could just notice my veins. I kept doing my shower thing and checked my hands again. They were getting even whiter. I didn’t feel that great all day so I started wondering if something was wrong. I checked my hands again and it was getting worse. I could see all of veins in my hands. They were so blue and I could see even the smallest ones going across my fingers. I started panicking. Something was seriously wrong. Of course since I was panicking and focusing on my hands, they started to feel weird in a tingly, numb way. This was the end I knew it! I got out of the shower, wrapped up in my towel, sat down on the toilet and put my head down because I was feeling light headed. I silently told myself (because my boy friend was in the next room) to take deep breaths, in my nose, out my mouth. It is okay, you are just panicking, nothing is wrong. I got dressed and started doing my other things like brush my teeth and was avoiding looking at my hands. After I brushed my teeth I finally looked down at them. They were pink and normal like nothing had happened. I felt such relief and then instantly felt like a psycho. I just had a mini panic attack in the shower because of pale hands and blue veins. I am ridiculous. I am now at the point that I can laugh at it, but I still didn’t tell my boyfriend, he already thinks I am crazy I am sure.  

Fitting the Mold

There are so many expectations for women today. Everywhere we look we are being told how to look and how to act. If you don’t follow these not so subtle guidelines, then you are cast out as odd or weird. I know, I get stuck in them too. I love fashion and dressing up, but sometimes it can be exhausting. Sometimes you just want to wear sweats, a baggy tee, no bra, and a messy bun and not be judged. But no, for work today I wore a super cute outfit that left an imprint around my waist and a blister on my heel. Now as I sit here writing this, in baggy shorts, a baggy tee, no bra, and my hair in a knot, I feel so comfortable and relaxed. Why is it that we have to feel less comfortable in order to be comfortable with ourselves and others? It is just a question. I will in no way be sporting this pj look to work tomorrow, I will get dressed up per my usual self. It is just interesting to think about.

I have been thinking about how we think we have to fit into this mold. It made me start thinking about my blog, and I think I am realizing what it is becoming. I have been conflicted when it comes to the main idea of my blog. The name itself is Tragic Girls. I started with tragic stories of my roomie and I. Then I decided to incorporate my love of fashion and doing style posts. I thought though that I couldn’t do both because they were so different. Then I decided it was my blog and I can do whatever I want. Well now I know. I have realized what the meaning of this blog is. I know we all try to be perfect and fit the mold of beautiful, put together, social, and smart women. I am 100% guilty of this. This blog though shows that no matter how put together I make myself seem, and to an extent have achieved, I am tragic. I trip in heels (a lot), get hungover after two drinks even when I don’t get drunk, spend money I don’t have on clothes, burn half the stuff I cook, and have seriously bad luck sometimes. This blog is where I come to be myself. Trying to fit the mold is something inevitable. The majority of us are going to try to keep up, but along the way, don’t forget yourself. Admit your flaws and laugh about them. See beauty and humor in the imperfect. If you don’t do this, you’re in for a lot of let down because none of us are perfect, no matter how close to perfect we make it appear on social media. Pictures capture a single moment in a day where life can be a roller coaster. We get to choose the moment we want to share with all of our followers in hopes of having perfect appearances. Share your tragic moments. You’ll be surprised to find at least one other person who has experienced the same thing.

We are all here trying to fit the mold like this…

cinderella

But really we are looking more like this…

drizella

And thinking it is a good fit like this…

drizella 2

(Disney’s Cinderella)

Do not be afraid to be a tragic girl. I admit it all here on my blog and people I know still see me as classy and sophisticated. I just remind people that I am a real person.

XOXO- Tragic Girls      #betragic