First things first, I'm the realest.

Actually, other than the fact that I am very much alive, 

'first things first I don't know if it's 'realest' or 'realist''

so that's slightly awkward.

Buuuut let's get real and I'm not about to sugarcoat anything.

GETTING A TATTOO DOES NOT CHANGE YOU AS A PERSON.

I turned 18, more like somewhat patiently waited for 18 years, and of course, the first thing I did was get a tattoo that I may or may not regret in a few years(I probably won't but whatever).

But guess what?

I'm still the same Talia who watches Honey Boo Boo religiously every Thursday night and drinks gallons of cranberry juice on a weekly basis. I'm still going to be doing the same things with my future... just with a cute tiny arrow on my side, that in no way, shape or form concerns anybody but myself.

I mean, it's not like I got satanic rituals tattooed across my forehead. That would give you something to worry about. 

So pretty much you should thank me because I just gave you one less problem to worry about.

*breaks into song and voice pitches like Ariana Grande*

I also didn't ask for anyone's opinion soooo feel free to keep it to yourself.

Speaking but not really speaking about change and this most definitely has nothing to do with it, I got the best new pair of pant things today.

Given that I was out of Utah for a week and apparently the word on the street that Cotton On is only in Utah and Australia(the word on Talia's street. It's probably in other states just unfortunately not in Oregon where I was residing for a little), the first place I went besides home was obviously Cotton On.

A few fun facts about these photos:

1. I also found Tianna's pants so this blog should actually be called "New pants... with friends!"

2. These bad boys were on sale for TEN FREAKING DOLLARS.

3. They also feel like I'm wearing pajamas and as I've stated before, that's the bees-knees.

4. They're almost as cute as the dress I married earlier and I may need a divorce and re-marry.

5. I actually went to Barnes and Noble yesterday when I got home. Oops.

So I'm just going to put this out there:

If you ever need a friend to go check out Cotton On, or any other store in the mall for that reason, I'm most likely already there, but on the slight chance that I'm not, give me a call(or a text because I have phone answering anxiety) and I'll be there.

taliajune;

ps. I'm trying this new thing where I don't judge a book by its cover. I'm not meaning that as a saying going into something deep, I'm literally meaning I go into a book store, pick up a book, and take it home. This new found awakening has resulted in a stack of seven books I have to read. 

I need an intervention.