If someone makes an impact on your life, you tell them. I don’t care if it’s been four years and you doubt the person would even remember you. Life is short and you need to thank people before it's too late.
I love Starbucks. No, not their coffee. Their coffee is sub-par at best. Rather, it is the environment of Starbucks that I love. In the last two months, I have lost count how many times I have stayed at Starbucks till closing because of homework. All I know is that I only need 100 more … Continue reading Starbucks and Humanity
It's okay to not be okay... that's why waterproof mascara was invented!
At sixteen, I had no idea what kind of a ride I was in for. But it didn’t matter. That black 1998 Ford Explorer hand-me-down sure did look a lot like freedom.
Hello, internet! Remember that time when I was going to post something every week for the summer? Yeah… well… life tip: don’t take 6 credit hours of summer college courses while working full time and trying to hold up a semi functional social life. Anyway… better late than never I suppose. … Okay. Word picture. … Continue reading Stop Lights = Solo Dance Parties
"This homeschooling thing is pretty legit"
Are you for real!? Do I have to buy this guy a Sharpie? “Is this all for you today?” The cashier asks in the school bookstore as I put the writing utensil on the counter. “Yep,” I say as I swipe my card. As I walk out of the bookstore through the cafe, I see … Continue reading Yet Another Reason to Love Sharpies
Dear Brain, I think the beautifully hilarious comics from The Awkward Yeti describes our relationship quite perfectly. You are a pretty good friend. I respect what you do, you do a fairly good job at keeping me in line most of the time. However, we need to discuss your behavior lately. You are usually … Continue reading To Brain, From Heart
To the gentleman who accidentally received my heart: Thank you. I gave you something you never wanted to have, nor were you supposed to have. Yet, throughout this whole season you have been a gentleman and have protected my heart. You never dropped it, you never let it get dirty, and you never let it … Continue reading An Open Letter to the Gentleman who Accidentally Received my Heart
Looking through many of my old rants from last spring that are organized on various flash drives, I noticed a basic theme: “I feel dead inside because I’m so tired.” Although this past fall semester was so busy to the extent that I didn’t even have time to write my therapeutic rants, one or two … Continue reading Not Being Dead Inside is Good