Don’t Let Your Spark Go Out

Fifteen credit hours, a position on an E-board, working a part time job and scraping up some semblence of a social life can be draining. At least it has been for the first month of this school year for me.

Okay, so my schedule is probably more like cake compared to some of my friend’s and acquaintances, but in my defense I have to work harder than a lot of people that I know. School and I were never really the closest of friends but we have gotten along thus far but not without a little kicking and screaming.

But in today’s indivualistic hyper busy bee world it’s pretty damn easy to lose sight of your goal and to lose your passion. Well, don’t do that! Don’t let your goals get out of sight.

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At the beginning of this semester I took some magazines that I’d bought over the summer and went to town and made an inspiration board of sorts.  Since the semester has continued on I’ve been adding to it and my goal is to have it entirely filled up and maybe even spread to my other door by the end of the year.

With Homecoming week approaching and projects and assignments dog-piling on top of each other by the day I’ve also taken to covering most of the surfaces in my room with lists, nevermind filling up my calender on my laptop with so many things that they’re starting to overlap.

In the meantime I’ve been brainstorming lots of ideas that I don’t yet have time to do, because I’m obviously a masochist–I have plans to catch up on my “to read” list, start actually using my Youtube channel for vlogging because I’ve been super inspired as of late by internet friends and some awesome lady vloggers that I’ve followed for years.  I’m so nervous and so excited for my projects to start coming to fruition because right now I don’t really feel like I’m getting a whole lot of things done even though I probably am and I’m probably just over thinking things because I do that alot.

What do you do to keep your drive in check?


Heaven is a place on Earth

My love affair with the printed word hit a new high last week when I checked out a random, yet semi-life changing, book from the local library. 

ImageThe book, My Bookstore, was staring down at me from a higher shelf and something inside of me told me to just check it out. A week later I was finished and sobbing as I closed the final pages. My Bookstore is a tome of twenty six essays from various semi well known and very well known authors in the publishing world writing about their favorite independent bookstore.  Not only was the book very well written, it was also very relatable because everyone should have a favorite bookstore somewhere. Whether it’s big box or independent the point of the book was books and reading. Some of the essays in the book range from love letters to the store owners to anecdotes that make you want to drop everything you’re doing at that moment and go to the store in question and buy up the whole lot. 

Since I’m a broke college student my imagination went into overdrive for this book because if one has imagination will travel. 

So, if you are a hankering for a good book and an experience of sorts, this is your book!

I automatically give it a 5/5 because it transports the reader to some amazing places and you don’t even have to move from your seat to go there! 

Being a Hopeful Twenty-Something in a World of Hopelessness

“A few years ago, I graduated college, diploma in one hand, margarita in the other, completely oblivious to the shit storm that was coming my way. Here’s a preview: becoming a living, breathing,
job-having, bill-paying, responsible adult? Really fucking difficult.”
― Alida NugentDon’t Worry, It Gets Worse: One Twentysomething’s (Mostly Failed) Attempts at Adulthoo

Sometimes you find a book that you just know you are going to enjoy and relate to on a ridiculous level before you open it. Then you start reading it and you start to feel like the writer is your best friend and even a bit of a confidant because you devour every page.

Alida Nugent, author of Don’t Worry It Gets Worse and of the blog The Frenemy, is the friend you wish you had and the girl you want to be in your twenty’s.

I procured this book on a whim at Barnes & Noble two weeks before my twenty-fourth birthday and I proceeded to carry it around with me in my ratty purse for the next month casually whipping it out to show my friend’s whenever we were out for coffee or dinner.  I know, real classy, right?

As I was reading the book I couldn’t help but want to highlight giant chunks of it because Alida’s writing is en point with a lot of the things that I, as a struggling twenty something, is going through on a regular basis. One of my favorite quotes refers to our generation as being the stupid hopeful generation that stubbornly claws at the “unattainable”, but we still keep pushing on.

“We’re romantic. We’re hopeful. We’re done for. The worst part of this all? The idea of struggle and compromise seems exciting to us-that’s how stupid we are. There’s no stopping fools, I say. We’re still kids at heart. Those dreams are still there. Now we just have to go chase them.”
― Alida NugentDon’t Worry, It Gets Worse: One Twentysomething’s (Mostly Failed) Attempts at Adulthood

I think that the reasons why that I found this book so darn relatable because; well we’re both bloggers, she’s gone through everything with school that I’m going through now and we both know that in the end all of the struggle that we are currently going through in our twenty’s isn’t for nothing.

So, if you’re looking for a quick dirty read I highly recommend ‘Don’t Worry It Gets Worse‘.

Summer, stress and getting lost in the library.

Now that it’s summer it’s time  to de-stress and lick wounds from the previous years punches and jabs. But not all of us are that lucky. This summer so far has been a stress filled one, so the wounds that I’ve been trying to heal keep cracking and bleeding.

Earlier tonight my mom and I sat  down and watched a movie together (which is something that doesn’t happen all that often. The movie was Eat, Pray, Love and yes, I was one of the naive and wishful girls that ran out and bought the book when it was released because at the time I was seeking something, I just didn’t know what exactly.

Tonight while watching the movie and explaining what little I remembered of it to my mom I had a strong desire to go find my copy and bury myself in it again and come out on the other side washed free of all of the stress and worries that I let consume me on a regular basis. To reiterate this past year at school kicked my ass all over the place. My suite-mates were ridiculous and loud and I like to be a hermit some times and lock myself away and some of my classes were stressful, but I managed to pass them by the skin of my teeth and I don’t want that to happen next year. I have a goal GPA to reach by graduation, dammit!

With all of the stress that I’ve been feeling this year it only makes sense that I would want to do something big and refreshing to prepare myself for school next year. Butttttt since I’m currently unemployed for the summer and summer classes start soon for the next eight weeks I can’t really do much except hide myself in the library and try not to feel bad for myself and live vicariously through the protagonists in my books. Although regrettably some times that’s not enough because I want to be doing the things that I read about. For example, I just finished reading Anna and the French Kiss by Stephanie Perkins and even though I could tell what was going to happen in the end before I was even there I still fell in love with  every character in the book (which I think everyone has a problem of doing) and it was a bittersweet feeling to finish it.

So, in hopes of keeping my sanity intact this summer and my unemployment status changing soon I’m going to keep checking out books and even look for Eat, Pray, Love at the library because I have no idea where in my scattered across the state collection of books where my copy is and hopefully I will begin to feel a good portion of my stress lifting before school starts back up i n the fall.  If you are interested in what books I’m reading you can be my friend on Goodreads.

I think that’s all for now. I’m going to try to keep the blog updated this summer but until I get a new computer (I want a MacBook Pro) and have gas money to go to the library on a regular enough basis to write, but there’s no promises.

Here’s a little something to make your day better!

BEDA day 12: My unoriginal, but torrid love affair.

I think it’s time to come clean.

I’m in love. In love in particularly with unattainable men. Granted they are usually found in between the pages of the hundreds of books that I’ve read, but they’re still something. In my real life I also kind of tend to crush on just as unattainable men too. It’s straight up ridiculous at this point. But sometimes it’s just better this way.

Also, I realize that this is also another shitty post. I’m sorry.

I’m not a girl, not yet a woman.

I’ve been in the process of reading Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me (and other concerns) by Mindy Kaling in between studying for massive, mind numbing tests and writing some bad ass fake editorials for my Reporting for the Media classes fake paper and I’m finally done with it.

Tonight at work I started to read the last 70 pages, which happens to have the most ingenious title ever;  The Best Distraction in the World: Romance and Guys. As I read I realized that I am more of an adult than I previously thought I was. Why you ask? Well because the aforementioned part talked about men, as well as the term “hooking up” and how the fact that there is no cut and dry definition of the term is super irritating. Mindy also attacks one night stands with a vengeance that  I whole heartedly appreciated, because like her, I WILL not have a one night stand with someone. Mindy’s reasons for avoiding those mine fields and mine are pretty much the exact same thing which is pretty fucking awesome. I’m no  longer a weirdo!

While reading her book, I not only realized that I want to be like her as far as writing styles go (even though I’m kind of already there: see narcissistic title of this blog). I would love to write/hell I’d be happy to  just work for  an awesome television show with someone like Tina Fey. Kristin Wiig and Amy Poehler by my side to root me on, become my mentors and to be my best friends.

I also realized that I want to date a man, a stable, sturdy, independent and amazing man that even my mom will love.  But seeing as how I’m in college, and I live in a residence hall my pickings are slim. I’m not saying that I’m necessarily ready to date a man, because I’m probably not, but the things that guys do nowadays to get girls in their beds in downright nauseating. Maybe I’m a bit of a traditionalist, and I was probably reincarnated from the era where men actually wooed a girl into becoming his and kept on wooing her, but dammit I am a naive, stubborn feminist that believes in these things still and every woman deserves it!

“So I’m into men now, even though they can be frightening. I want a schedule-keeping, waking-up-early, wallet-carrying, non-Velcro-shoe-wearing man.”

― Mindy KalingIs Everyone Hanging Out Without Me 

End rant/book review/I’ve developed a new girl crush.