I Was Born With What?!
So, I figure that I’d share some fun (i.e., random) facts about myself. Some are widely known, others not so much—but I thought it would be nice to do something a little different for a change.
Read Morethe chronicles and imagination of Amanda hazard
So, I figure that I’d share some fun (i.e., random) facts about myself. Some are widely known, others not so much—but I thought it would be nice to do something a little different for a change.
Read MoreSince today is my favorite holiday, and I’m in the spooky spirit, I want to share what I have previously dressed up as for Halloween.
Read MoreA song you like with a color in the title: Yellow by Coldplay
Read MoreA new song is being written about it every day, another poem about it is being performed. Love is the only thing that people crave more than power and money and ownership. What’s the big deal about it? (Not a rhetorical question, I really want somebody to answer that for me.)
Read MoreYou’re alone, and you’re walking down an aisle at the store, or the street, or around your workplace, and someone is heading in your direction. You keep your head down, because you like to avoid awkward eye contact, but then you look up as the other person approaches because you don’t want to seem rude or weak. The other person opens their mouth for those four dreaded words:
Read MoreOn the last episode of The Amanda Show, Amanda was really depressed and moody and annoying, but now she seems like she’s okay—which is insane, because absolutely nothing has changed except her attitude.
Read MoreI honestly don’t get why people hate Manhattan so much.
Read MoreI feel like if we could all choose to grow up to a certain age, and then live at that age for the rest of our lives, life would look pretty interesting. Can you imagine having a grandparent that looks like they’re thirty-four your entire life? Or even being a grandparent that looks thirty-four? That’d be insane.
Read MoreOma asks me this same question every night. It doesn’t matter if it’s 10:00pm on her way to her room, or 3:00am for her midnight snack, she’ll walk by my door, and ask, “are you still up?”
Read MoreIf you’ve been reading my blog, you know that I was going through a rough patch. A really rough patch. I rarely left my bedroom house, I barely spoke to anybody, and I didn’t eat all that much. Yeah, that’s when you know it’s bad; even food wasn’t my friend. And I love food.
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