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penny does indeed share too much

Karma is REAL

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Hey peeps!

 

If we’re to be quite honest, my blog has not lived up to its own standards. Penny “shares too much”, pah!

Where is the TMI? Where are all the embarrassing stories I’ll regret sharing?? Where is the promised blackmail material???

ALL THE DECEIT

So I’ve decided I’m really going to try to tell you more on here, otherwise I’d have to give up my blog’s name, and that would be sad.

So firstly: I now have definitive proof that Karma is a thing.

There I am, whistling some irritating tune to the undelight of my friend, when the piece of gum I’ve been chewing suddenly no longer tastes good. Karma step 1.

To rid myself of the hideous mass, I removed it from my mouth and chucked it, with a violent jerk of the hand, into the nearest bush. And then, seconds later, Karma STRUCK AGAIN! My boot snagged on the next pot-hole, and I was flung foward with a jolt, smashed onto my face, broke my nose, and was rushed to the hospital!!

Just kidding. But I tripped. It was traumatizing.

Secondly, we all know Halloween was last Saturday, and my friends and I made the most of it.

With months, weeks, days, and finally, hours of preparation, we planned, bought, and fixed our costumes to ultimate perfection! Here are the stunning results:

the unstoppable trio: devil, angel, and fallen angel #original

 

broken doll is added #promakeup

 

a closeup on our stunning faces

a closeup on our gorgeous faces

 

a toast to repelling demons #amazinglighting

 

i just realized this can be my christmas outfit as well. #astarisborn #donotbeafraid #onlysortofkidding

In any case, we were ready to partay, and we weren’t going to be stopped by anything (not even the Christmas candy and deco at the grocery store – although Jingle Bells may or may not have been sung).

Of course, then we were back home by midnight – basically, it was cold, and Switzerland doesn’t have any adequate Halloween occaziones, so that was rather disappointing. And, obviously, to be safe at witching hour.

But the costumes were worth it! I mean, people saw, marvelled at us, asked for pictures. #queens

And now, thirdly, for the big announcement:

I’ve started a YouTube channel! It’s called Penny Lunasun, and it was a rather spontaneous idea.

That’s right, I’ve decided to spread my genius (*genius*) even farther into the internet, and I’ve filmed 5 videos sofar. They are all HD and have totally pro editing, needless to say. hahahaha no seriously. I know there’s room for improvement, but I figured hey, if no one laughs at my jokes, at least they can laugh at me. Or just let the therapeutic sound of my voice wash over them as they meditate.

Anyway, along the lines of this post, here’s the video I uploaded just before Halloween, so excuse the excellent quality (it was filmed on my tablet :P), and voilà:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QudoUqYZFik

I hope you like it! :) *please like it*

And if you subscribe, more gold will follow!

 

Cheers,

Penny

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Ever-Growing Infamy – plus holidays

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Good day to you peeps!

And what a good day it is indeed!

What-ho? you say.

Yes! For on this fine earth-rotation, Penny Shares Too Much has reached

in my defence, i typed in “drumroll epic”, and not “childhood friend on fire”

♥50 FOLLOWERS♥

So, kneel before me, as I rule your universe of Randomus Shitoneous, and let me lead you into ever rising levels of ridicule and destruction!

We shall defeat our enemies together and rule the world!

Nothing will stop the sharing!

Too. Much. Can’t. Stop.

For example:

Today, I bought a pumpkin for Halloween (the night of slutty minions and penis onesies is nearly upon us),

And as I was walking home with my baby (yes, I mean the pumpkin – *whew*), there was a man walking behind me, and I suddenly contemplated the possibility of him suddenly attacking me and eating me for his Hallow’s Eve banquet.

But then, I realized that I would be fully capable of defending myself, because I could just smash his evil skull in with my giant orange globe, and then scamper away unscathed!

Hurrah for spontaneous weapons!

So, now you know how to survive an unexpected ambush when carrying only a pumpkin. Have a safe and happy Halloween!!!!!!!

Cheers,

Penny

what’s the opposite of a pedophile? – woes with party penny

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Dear peeps,

 

This little tid-bit is actually rather old, but I just realized that I never got round to telling you about it.

But because it is a golden piece of humiliation, here goes!

So I was at my friend’s birthday party, and we were playing some sort of drinking game.

Das right. I be a bad girl.

And we had a questions round, which obviously is a great way to get to know each other better. Too well, perhaps.

The question was:

At what age are men most attractive?

So, without hesitation, everyone yelled “nineteen!” “eighteen!” “twenty-five!” “fourty-five!”

Guess who that last one was.

I received some concerned stares. So to improve my situation, I said: “I thought that’d be obvious.

Apparently, it wasn’t obvious. But we continued with the game.

I think some people see me in a different light now.

But I would like to have a chance to explain myself: I am not attracted to fourty-five-year-old men, I swearrr! I do, however, stand by the claim that men who have kept themselves in good shape look, well, the “manliest” at age fourty-five. For the following reasons.

Save me, doctor #ineedhelp

Also: suits. For realz.

Imagine if not all superheroes were gorgeous. Would people still want them to save them? (Don’t answer that. I’m not sure what I’m talking about.)

So, judge me all you want, but I’ve had this opinion since I was fifteen and there’s no swaying me.

 

Cheers,

Penny

After Bedtime Adventures

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Good morning peeps!

 

First, I would like to start off with a fun fact you might not be familiar with:

Did you know that sleep deprivation can have the same effect on you as inebriation?

Therefore, I would like to blame the following story on science, rather than my less than excellent judgement:

I’m on fall break right now, so as nature would have it, my sleeping patterns have of course gone to hell.

And, unfortunately, we all know how motivation tends to strike us in the dead of night, when everyone else is sleeping, giving us wonderful ideas of change and excitement and whatnot. Y’know, like going for a short run in the forest, ordering half of Ikea in an attempt to beautify the house, planning future broadway performances…

Now, the problem is that when one has transformed into something that could be described as “nocturnal” at best, “vampire” at most acurate, these ideas like to jump into our heads almost constantly.

So there I was, lying on the side of my face, scrolling through Pinterest, greeted over and over by pictures of smiling, laughing, cool, gorgeous girls, posing in cozy sweaters, grinning seductively into the camera. At first, I continued to lie on my face, unphased, scrolling, drooling, like the sad creature that I was.

After all, why waste time sleeping?

But then, I began to recognize a pattern: Many of these girls had bangs!

Well, I sighed, I guess I’ll never be that stylish. For my mother had often advised me against getting bangs, insisting that they wouldn’t look good on me.

Then, however, a wave of rebellion suddenly hit me: I could rock bangs! I could pull them off! And I would!

And so began half and hour of careful measuring, brushing, snipping, scrutinizing, and eventually, realization.

As I stared into the mirror at this

The beauty.

The beauty.

the gravity of my actions finally dawned on me.

Needless to say, a large variety of profanities followed, as well as a few tears, until I managed to fall asleep, accepting that I was probably going to have nightmares.

I did go to the hairdresser the next day, and look quite human again, but shall we just say: I have learned things.

Heed my warning.

 

Cheers,

Penny

le new look :)

le new look :)

Guilty Pleasure: Bollywood

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Dear peeps,

 

Let me tell you the story of eight-year-old me:

One day, my dad came home having made the decision that our entire family would go through a four year Bollywood craze. So we did.

We watched Bollywood films, we listened to Bollywood music – we sang Bollywood music, we danced to Bollywood music. We ate Indian food, went to Indian festivals, we even took a three week trip to India. My dad learned to play the tablas. All of us owned multiple traditional Indian outfits. I wore mine to school.

this was going to be my wedding someday.

this was going to be my wedding someday.

And then, for whatever reason, it sort if stopped. We returned to being normal (*cough*) citizens who lead uninteresting, normal lives. (jk, that was the beginning of the baseball thing.)

However, since about a third of my childhood consisted largely of Bollywood, I have never been quite able to erase that from my being, leading us to my guilty pleasure:

Re-watching all the most awesomely choreographed and/or heart-breaking scenes from my favorite movies over and over again. By myself. Crying. Or singing. Or both.

(This post may or may not be inspired by one such episode.)

So, judge if you will, but for anyone who wants to join me, here is a short list of my all-time favorite Bollywood flicks:

  1. Main Hoon Na
  2. Kal Ho Na Ho
  3. Kabhi Kushi Kabhi Gham

Just watch those three. Trust me.

And be sure to let me know when you’re having emotional breakdowns. :D

 

Cheers,

Penny

Are you insane? FIND OUT HERE!

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Hey peeps,

 

First of all, sorry for my irregular posting, but like I’ve said: academic life is time consuming.

But I try, and that’s what counts…right?

So, getting back to my actual post: I seem to be determined to self-diagnose myself with every mental illness on the planet.

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I can’t be the only one who does this, right?

I suppose it’d be like the perfect excuse to unleash my crazy on the world: “Whoops, sorry, I couldn’t control myself there; I’ve got an extreme case of homichlophobia.” (i dare you to check that one)

The newest one was searching the internet to prove to myself that I might have “chronic paranoia”.

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In fact, in doing so, I came across this site: Phobia List

I probably have about half of them, tbh, but I believe a relatively accurate one, if any, would be agateophobia.

The fear of insanity.

Although, I’m not sure if that means I’m afraid of being insane, or afraid of insane people.

Anywho, let me know if you can think of any other illness I might have. Hypochondria, perhaps?

 

Cheers,

Penny

be your lady marmalade #gitchigitchiyahyahdahdah (or ist it creole? lyrics are hard)

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Bonjour les peeps,

Soooo, big news, big news: I am now officially allowed to worship Christina Aguilera.

das right, gurl

I mean, obviously, it’s not like I harvested all her songs as my guilty pleasure anyway, or anything…..

sshhhhhh

But my mother used to frown upon her – why, I cannot fathom – until RECENTLY, when she at last discovered the major queen-ness of her being.

did i just? yes i did. you heard it.

And of course, this means that our last few evenings have been a totally fabulous combo of these two videos:

Ain’t No Other Man

marylin monroe + voice of sex goddess from hades = aw yeah byotch

Lady Marmelade

four gorgeous women in lingerie, so tbh, even guys should appreciate this

I dare you to give me one. Good. Reason. Why this is not a drop of magic fallen from the stars. #ohwaitsheISastarbadummtsch

And yet. And yet.

There is one person. One who disagrees.

To that person, should they read this: We are no longer friends.

And you’ll be missing out, because these songs are the only ones I’ll be singing for the next few days (weeks, months), and obviously, I sound exactly like Christina, so just. Just. Whatever, man.

Cheers,

Penny