Guide: How To See Someone’s Shade

You know when someone’s acting really shady?

But no, they will try to cover it up to the best of their abilities. Acting like they care, saying that annoying phrase, “Mmmm, really?” and everything.

So, to help you with your life *joking, people, I’m joking*, I’ve written up a guide on how to see someone’s shade.

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How To Overcome Sunday Night Blues

I’m not even kidding, people. It’s a real thing – go search it up.

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Done? Good. Now we can get started.

You all know what I’m saying, right? It typically occurs around 4:00 pm, mainly affecting nine-to-five workers and students, and makes you feel terrible.

But you know what? This blog isn’t to complain, or whine – we are choosing to be positive uniclouds. *Like a unicorn but a unicloud cause of the blog name, you know . . .*

So here’s the guide of overcoming Sunday Night Blues.

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A.K.A Single Awareness Day

Bonus Update

This name I got from my math teacher, who I am relatively sure has a girlfriend, because I was told last year all he talked about was his girlfriend . . . now he’s really grumpy . . . but he was smiling today . . . I don’t know.

Single Awareness Day was his “joke”, I guess.

You know the history behind it: The  St. Valentine guy and the execution because he secretly married people so men would not have to go to war. How he wrote a letter to the jailer’s daughter signed, “Your Valentine” that started the holiday and the first love letters were sent by some captured king something.

I learned this all in history class, and the introduction was so weird. *literally so weird*. It said something like, “Valentine’s day, the day for couples to give each other gifts and for single people to wish it was over.” And I was like, what??

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Breakfast Dilemmas

Disclaimer *or something like that*: I just realized that although I know how to crack eggs, bla bla bla, my mom still thinks I’m too young to handle the stove by myself. This means part of it is up to her and sometimes she says no but most often it’s all cool.

Anyway . . .

You know what I’m saying right? When it’s a bright and sunny (or not so sunny right now) Sunday morning, and you’re just like, “Ahh, what should I have for breakfast?”

Wow, what a way to darken your sunny skies.

See, this may sound really weird *we’ve all established that I’m weird already, so it’s all good* but to me, food is life, and when I can’t decide what to eat because I have so many choices – yeah, I’m going to stop here.

Like, who can decide between crepes *actually I used to and still do have that almost every other weekend*, pancakes *same thing*, or french toast *which is now becoming a thing*?

But for today, my mind is at peace.

I chose french toast.