You Would Never Break the Chain

There are only 8 days left of Blog Every Day November, and I really don't think I want to finish it. Of course I want to be able to say I wrote a blog post for every single day of the month, and I don't want to give up when I'm so close, but I'm getting tired of it.

In the beginning, writing was an escape from my busy days at work and school and I looked forward to sharing something random with you. As you could probably tell by the last week though, I've been running out of time and passion for these posts. As quantity went up, quality went down, and if NaNoWriMo taught me anything, it's that the two do not equate.

I still have a wealth of ideas for blog posts, but I never touch on them because they'd take more than the 30 minutes I have to write for myself each day. So even though I wanted to write more about interesting things, I'd instead go for something short and sweet because it was easy. What's the point of that? I'm not proud of the quick posts; they're not as fun to go back and read. They certainly can't be entertaining for you either. If you're a regular reader of my blog, you've probably felt overwhelmed by my daily posts, and the last thing I want to do is shoo you away.

Basically, I may not complete this challenge. I have more homework than I can even think about right now and not enough time to do it all, so blogging is quite irresponsible of me.

Thank you so much for reading and posting comments. If you were thinking about doing a daily blog post for a month, stick to 20. Any more than that and it starts to become a chore.

Have a fantastic weekend! Get ready for turkey day and spending time with the fam bam!


On Repeat: "The Chain" - Fleetwood Mac
I'm Craving: My family and friends back home

Will you give me a hug?

Today I don't feel well. I have a stomach virus that's keeping me in bed and making all thoughts of food nauseating. I'm tired and overwhelmed with how much work there is to do in the next 3 weeks. I don't think I've said more than 5 words to anyone today. I'm lonely and teary-eyed.

What I want is someone to hold me. I want someone to speak to me softly and spoon warm soup into my mouth. I want cuddles and my hair stroked and someone to say they'll take care of me. I want someone to dry my tears.

I would just like an honest to goodness, real, genuine friend here.

Maybe what I need is my mom.

I don't want to do this thing called 'work' anymore. Can we skip to the part where I'm a mommy to four beautiful children who love me despite my snoring, anxiety, and worrying? Let's go to the part where I'm snuggled up to my husband on the couch, watching a movie, and knowing he will never let me go.

I have dreams. I'll get there someday.


On Repeat: "Look After You" - Louis Tomlinson (The Fray cover)

The World We Live In

Want to be fascinated and scared, inspired and appalled? Check out worldometers.info.

It's a cite that tracks world statistics in real time. In other words, if you want to know how many people are born with each passing second...or how many suicides occurred today, this international cite gives you that information as it is happening.

As of 12:19 am on November 21, this is the current state of our world, and the numbers are only increasing:

Statistics on tumblr posts, bicycle production, days until the end of oil, and a vast range of other topics can be found here.

Check it out for yourself. You'll be mesmerized.

How to Make a New Friend

A prose poem I wrote today:

The Make a New Friend Game

            Inspired by the poems of David James

At the dinner hour, suit up in brown leather and gaucho pants from 2006. Roam the aisles of a craft store, grocery store, or thrift shop depending on which one you’d rather be trapped in during the apocalypse.  When the store assistant asks if they can help you find anything, invite them to direct you to the aisle of taco party must-haves. If they look at you with a face that says: what the fuck and they ask you to repeat yourself, cover your face with the nearest head-sized item and walk away. On the chance that their eyes brighten and they lead you to a selection of goods that you indeed believe would put the bop in the taco party bop shoo bop shoo bop, ask them out to your favorite miniature golf place. You are doing well when they say yes.

On the day of the meet-up, wear that shirt your mom picked out for you. It’s secretly been your favorite because it brings out your eyes.  Brush your teeth, double knot your shoelaces, and scatter cereal in the grass for the squirrels. After these things have been done and you feel good about yourself, walk – don not run – to the designated meeting place.

You earn 10 points if the other person shows up before you with a smile and/or awkward laughter.  This game is finished when you are both comfortable sharing middle school horror stories and are okay with how they hang the toilet paper – over or under the roll. 

If you didn't get the bop shoo bop shoo bop reference, listen to this feel-good tune:

4 Desserts I Want to Try

I love baked goods, there's no denying that. I started a pinterest account for the sole purpose of keeping a collection of desserts I want to make. While looking up recipes for this blog post, I actually found my heart beating faster and my mouth watering with the strongest desire to indulge in everything. This is a problem, yes. No one should be getting aroused by food, but I guess that's why they call it food porn. It's a thing. And I binge on the photos.

Too much information? You're right, it's barely even Tuesday, what was I thinking.

Well, here are 4 desserts I can't wait to make and eat:

Clockwise from top left:
(1) Salted Caramel Mocha Cookies - I'd like to use more mocha in my baking. Look how chewy they look!
(2) Circus Animal Cookie Truffles - I will be in a sugar coma and I will enjoy it.
(3) Chocolate Chip Cookie Peanut Butter S'more Bars - Now I know what to do with all my Hershey's bars.
(4) Red Velvet Cupcakes - I never wanted to make anything red velvet again (so much food coloring!), but Averie makes these sound sooo delicious.

Which of these desserts would you most like to try?


On Repeat: "That's All" - Genesis (My worst nightmare just happened. My roommates are sleeping right now and I accidentally unplugged my headphones from my laptop, letting the music blare. I don't want to wake them up or have them think I'm wasting my time on the internet when I could be sleeping like them.)
I'm craving: A movie night, cuddled up by the fireplace with my kitties and some hot chocolate

Naked Juice

This weekend, my boyfriend visited me for the first time in 5 weeks! We drank juice...Naked! ;)

 I'll be sad to see him leave again, but I'll have our new memories to daydream about and this conversation to make me laugh:
"Baby, when are you leaving?"
"Tonight."
"I know, but when?"
"Later."
"No, what time?"
"I don't know."

On Repeat: "Come Sail Away" - Styx
I'm craving: stuffed crust pizza

Dorm Life: Living in a Triple

I didn't have time to write a quality post today, so I'm sharing a sample blog post I had to write for an application to be a student blogger at my school. Unless you're an incoming college freshman, this probably won't apply to you...sorry.

triple (n): A dorm room that houses three people.

In July before my freshman year, I obsessively checked my email for the message that would reveal the fate of my first year at college: my housing assignment. 

Whether or not you’ll have a good time at college is based on where you live and who you room with, right? You’ve heard the horror stories of the girl who tears apart her roommate’s closet for not being invited to a dinner party, or the guy who brings his pet rat and lets it freely run around the room. A lot of scary stuff could happen! 

So the day Residential Life sent me *the email*, I was all kinds of anxious. One click to open the email, a quick scroll to the important stuff, and there it was: the names of my roommates. 

Roommates, plural. Now my biggest concern wasn’t if I would get along with one person, but if I would get along with two. I cried. I pleaded with God, wondering why he would throw down such a curse on me, the introvert.  College was coming fast though, and there was nothing I could do but hope for the best.

Did I shake you up enough? Get you worried about your life on campus? Well don’t be afraid, my friend, because I have fabulous deets to share. Living with two other people is actually one of the best things that happened to me freshman year! I loved my room and roomies so much that we’re in the same room together for a second year. So fear not when you open up that housing email and see that you’ll be living in a triple, because I’m filling you in on the perks…

Top 3 perks of living in a triple:

• 1.      More space. Besides a few exceptions, living in a triple means there is more room to move, stretch, and hang out. Plus, the extra space offers more opportunities for moving the furniture around and fitting in more stuff.
• 2.      Fewer items to bring. Three people mean having an extra person to do their part in bringing the essentials. Things like a fan, TV, couch, fridge, and extra shelving is split between more people, so you end up saving money.
• 3.     Always have a friend. No one wants to go to lunch alone, so if one roommate has class during the only time you can eat, chances are your other roommate is free to eat with you. Also, if all of you are majoring in different things, your roommates can introduce you to people in fields that you would have never interacted with otherwise.

If you happen to be placed in a triple, don’t think of it as a curse, but think of it as a blessing!