Her Story

The sweetest little girl who wore frilly dresses with lacy tights that she needed help putting on. Who went home ‘sick’ because she was afraid of the little boy who growled like a lion during circle time.

The frustrated young girl who cried because she couldn’t read her own handwriting. Who stood and talked to the teacher to avoid recess with the other kids. She rushed home to write stories after school.

The teenage girl who found her best friend in middle school. Who flirted with her gay guy friend because he made her feel safe. She was the most popular nerd in the drama club.

The sixteen year old girl who left her hometown and met her forever friends. Who made many teachable mistakes in love. She never felt pretty , but thanked God she was smart.

The college girl who finally spread her wings. Who fell in love with a broken heart. Who learned to tell everyone where they could go…in the most diplomatic way possible, of course.

The young woman who had so many dreams. She rarely went to sleep before the morning time. She was hopeful, because she trusted.

Oh, how she trusted.

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5 Things/Living Beings That Make Me Super Happy

La la la la la/la la la la la la…These are a few of my favorite things…..

Hi. The title of this blog is pretty self explanatory.  Please be warned-the list you’re about to read is as random as I am.

Presenting, “The 5 Things/Living Beings That Make Me Super Happy”

  1. Dogs- I swear I must say the words, “There’s nothing better than a dog” a minimum of five times a week. Rest assured that if we pass each other on the street and you’re walking your four legged canine friend, you can 100% count on me to be that annoying ass girl that asks you to stop so she can pet your dog. There’s really not much you can do to stop me. I love and appreciate the fellow dog enthusiasts who understand where I’m coming from. They are usually pretty friendly, and willing to let me greet and pet their animals. With that being said, I’m very minimally bothered by sour puss faces that aren’t happy to stop and let me say hello to their dogs. Too bad for you, Sour Puss Face-your dog is cute and I care more about his/her opinion of me than yours. True story on numerous occasions. #Shameless

2. Starbucks Anything- I have so many freaking overpriced drink options at Starbucks. If I want java, I’ll usually go for an iced venti soy latte, or (if I’m trying to watch my diet) a grande cold brew iced coffee with a splash of soy milk  & two pumps of  caramel syrup(not the icky sugar free kind)… If I’m very thirsty and eating like I do 97% of the time, I’ll order  a Trenta passionfruit tea lemonade (sweetened) with two generous (push that syrup pump all the way DOWN) pumps of raspberry syrup. The Peach Green Tea Lemonade is also quite good. If I’m thirsty and temporarily dreaming about having an attractive bikini body, I’ll opt to get  a Trenta iced green tea unsweetened. It’s got a hint of mint, which I really like. If I’m looking for something really savory and comforting and don’t care about what I look like in a swimsuit, I’ll  get an iced chai latte with soy milk. Anything larger than a grande makes me feel like a balloon that’s about to pop.

3.Having really really dark hair-I dye my naturally medium brown hair dark dark dark dark brown (Garnier Olia Darkest Brown 3.0, if you wanted to know) every five weeks. I’ve contemplated going lighter many times, but know I just won’t feel like myself. I’m super white (probably too white to have such dark hair, but I honestly don’t care) and love to wear super bold lip colors most of the time. Super bold lips plus very white skin plus practically black hair are just all part of my trademark.

4.Tattoos & Piercings ( mostly tattoos) -I tend to be really thoughtful and careful with my ink. I have five tattoos and made sure I wanted each of them for several months (some, years) before taking the plunge. My piercings were spontaneous, except for the time  my parents fulfilled my request to have my ears pierced at age six. I randomly decided to have my belly button pierced on my twenty-first birthday. I  actually decided to get a nose stud yesterday. I considered it for awhile, and made a spur of the moment decision to go for it.  I regret neither piercing…yet. Loving the nostril stud on day 2, hopefully it works out cause not gonna lie, I’m feeling really cute with my glittery ,tiny tiny nose bling. Fingers crossed!

5.Spending time with my loved ones-My man, my family (and his, who I already consider to be mine), and my best girlfiends. I have so many incredibly awesome people in my life, and I could not feel more grateful and/or blessed. Thank you, God!

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Happy Place

This is the place that hugs me each and every time I set foot on its ground. The place that I love, the place that has always loved me back. The place that has supported me and sheltered me through some of the greatest heartbreaks I have ever endured. It is a place that has watched me fall, and watched me soar . There is so much history here. The room cradles me, the walls are all-knowing. This place is comforting, like a familiar friend. I have traveled far to come here. I will always go out of my way to come back home.

 

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Night People

Hi all 🙂

It’s Saturday night…actually it’s early Sunday morning. I would like to go to sleep soon, but I just can’t bring myself to go lay down quite yet. The insomniac in me would much rather lay on the couch and write until my eyelids become too heavy to physically stay open.

I’ve been a night person forever. My parents stopped implementing a weekend/summer/holiday bedtime for me when I was about ten or eleven years old. I absolutely loved staying up late. I would routinely consume tons of trashy reality shows on Vh1, along with a side of calorie laden treats like Chips Ahoy! cookies and homemade nachos. Sometimes, I would write in my journal. I wrote about my crushes, mostly. I pretty much always liked a boy in my class, guys who were part of the “in” crowd, guys who wouldn’t have even farted my way back then. I also read books, usually one of my mother’s suspense novels by Mary Higgins Clark. Or sometimes, I read Judy Blume, who in my humble opinion is a literary queen. Good stuff.

What I liked best about the late night time was being the only person in the house that had  stayed awake. My parents went to sleep around ten-ish, and so the house was always super quiet. I loved that. I’ve heard morning people talk about how they love getting up early and enjoying a cup of coffee in solitude. To this very day, I experience that same feeling of peace and happiness from having stayed up late by myself.

My leisurely late night activities haven’t changed much, honestly. I’ll watch reruns of The Real Housewives of New Jersey and Teen Mom. I’ll nosh on snacks I know I’ll regret in the morning, like Lime Tostitos. I’ll work on this blog, and refer to my  awesome boyfriend, as I no longer have “class crushes”. I’ll admit, I don’t read much. I unfortunately  don’t have time to do it on a consistent basis. I will say that I did recently enjoy  a memoir by Teresa Giudice (from The Real Housewives of New Jersey, duh)) and her experience as an inmate in Danbury Prison. It was a pretty juicy read , if you’re a reality TV nut like I am. Just a suggestion 🙂

Staying up late  isn’t something I always do, or something I always take pleasure in. With my busy schedule, there are plenty of Friday and Saturday nights  when I’m thrilled to pass out in bed at 9:30 pm. I feel exhausted. There are also plenty of nights when I stay up late, not because I want to, but because I have to get my homework done. While it’s not the worst thing in the world, it’s far from enjoyable.

Still, it’s nice when I can enjoy a long night staying up. It’s crazy to think about how similar I am to my pre-teen/teenager self, in terms of my favorite pastimes. I’ve changed so much in other ways, yet I still find comfort and joy in the same things.

Muy Interesante, right?

My  eyelids are feeling like bricks right now. I guess I’m writing myself to sleep. Hopefully, you’re still awake after reading. If you’re tired too, I’ll forgive you.

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Good night 🙂