Be one with Taylor Swift

As cliché as this sounds, Taylor Swift is my role model because she does things like this and doesn’t sweat about it.

‘Please’ and ‘Thank You’ are the magic words

Maybe my parents just raised me to be obedient like a dog, but I’m constantly finding people to be ruder and ruder.

It’s not that hard to say your pleases and thank yous (Don’t you remember from Barney that ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ are the magic words?) For example, if someone is kind enough to hold the door for you, say thank you, or at least smile and acknowledge what they’ve done.

Smiling is always good. :) Smiling makes everything good.

Aren’t I just a ray of sunshine?

Walking in the frigid cold today, I realized that I cannot wait for springtime just so I can wear millions of cute sundresses again.

I really love this dress on the right, but there’s no way I’m paying $250 for it. Instead, I’ll get a simple halter dress (any color) with a sweetheart neckline and white fabric, cut out templates of people (maybe I should have them doing different things like holding up a peace sign or bouncing a ball, etc.), give them some accessories, and glue/ sew them on.

I wish I had a sewing machine in the dorm- the possibilities would be endless.

For now, I’ll focus on getting a job and doing my homework instead of dresses (after all, I have a million).

And if anyone steals my idea for a spin on this dress, I’m going to legit spraypaint you in the face and laugh while I’m wearing my dress, which will be cuter than yours regardless- so you’ll just look like a fool with a less-cool dress with spraypaint on your face. Thank you.

Hi, I should’ve been named Matilda

I’d really like to get into descriptive writing again- the overly creative writing that actually makes your body tingle.

My American Short Fiction class revolves around evoking sensations; how sensory writing makes the reader feel and its effect on 19^th and early 20^th century literature and culture.

I’ll admit that I’m not the best reader in the world. In fact, I have to read things two or three times to fully grasp hidden concepts within the texts. Since it’s required for English majors to take six literature courses before graduating, I figured I should get started. Nonetheless, I’m ecstatic because this class really interests me and I’m already engaged after the first class!

I have a feeling that it may be my favorite this semester.

I’d like to start another blog devoted specifically to creative writing (if I had the time- I don’t even have time to post in this one as much as I’d like). For now, I’ll continue to gawk over works considered inspirational,  jot down little side notes on what is truly amazing, ya-de-ya-de-yada.

I’m rekindling a passion, becoming a nerd once again. By the way, this is me as a child (I basically WAS Matilda).

I’m okay with it, homies.

New Semester

Winter break is officially over.

I’ve been living in winter housing for nearly a month now with no obligations to anything; just going around and doing a million things. Winter break was great this year! It left me feeling totally accomplished and free of boredom most days.

Now classes are starting tomorrow and I love my schedule and the courses I’m taking (basically all having something to do with writing). All my classes are only once a week and there isn’t a class that starts before 2pm- YES!!!!!

My courses are as follows: Advanced Screenwriting, Propaganda, Feature Writing, American Government & Political Institutions, and American Short Fiction. I think that English, Communications, Political Science, and Literature are a nice combo.

I do great in night classes and make it a priority to attend them if they’re only once a week- like all these courses are. I can feel the 4.0 in my grasp already.

I should probably get books now, maybe? At least for the literature class…

Also, I’m getting credit for my internship with Bankable Enterprises (Tyra Banks). I start next Tuesday and I’m ridiculously excited!

All together, I’m completing 18 credits for the semester. Woot woot!

Steve Urkel, if only you could help us out

You know that inspirational Miley Cyrus song, “The Climb”?

“There’s always gonna be another mountain,” you’re going to want to make it move and how it’s going to be an uphill battle and sometimes you’re going to have to lose…. but in the end, it’s the journey that you go through that you learn the most from.

Moral of the story: life is hard, but in the end it’s all rainbows and butterflies and smiley faces.

Well guess what? The song doesn’t mention anything about pushing people off the mountain, which I’ve kind of wanted to do all week. (Oh, those bastards at Disney took that part out right?)

I’m kidding…really. I’m not planning on pushing any people of f mountains, but I’m realizing a lot of factors play into how life isn’t always fair. You’re going to miss opportunities because you’re sick, in the wrong place, had your timing off, whatever it may be. You can’t embrace every opportunity in life without giving up something and rarely will everything go absolutely perfect. There’ll be things you wish you’d experienced but because of some reason, it got screwed up and therefore leaves you screwed as well.

I’m awfully pessimistic for an optimist right now.

The point of all this rambling is that although there are a million things you wish had happened, you can’t build a time machine like Steve Urkel and change the outcome. You move on: embrace NEW opportunities, quit sulking, and appreciate what great things you have and the new opportunities you can seek.

Things may not come out the way you want it, but hey, it’s life. You create it and you need to make the most of it.

Here’s a more appropriate, realistic song by Taylor Swift. Listen to it, love it, and make her even more famous, please.

“Will work for anything but…”

Much to my dismay, I’ve just applied to jobs in retail and food- something I vowed never to do (again).

There’s only so much surviving you can do without caving into the depths of the minimum wage world to earn some extra cash. Unlike the people I’ve worked for, the highlight of my life isn’t when I get promoted to be the big bad manager. It’s only a temporary thing until something bigger and better comes along, which I know it will.

After all, I didn’t move to Manhattan to put back the clothes of lazy customers. I could easily be miserable doing this back in Albany.

365 versions of me for the new year!

Hrmm….I could ramble about the number of New Year’s Resolutions that I’ve made (like learning to play a musical instrument), but instead I’ll post something else that’s cool!

My friend Hilda twittered her first photo for the 365 Project. Naturally I had to create an account, too.

Check it out!

A photo to remember every day of the year- a pretty good way to show my mom that I’m still alive, right?

Also a way to make sure I’m presentable to the world instead of taking the risk of leaving the dorm like a  hot mess each day…

Bob the Builder, we can fix this!

Who’s up for an extreme make-over on this blog?

ME!

I’ve kept this blog looking the same since May, which is a surprising because I’m constantly redecorating everything in my life since I’m the 19-year-old Martha Stewart.

During the days when I actually went on MySpace, my layout was changed (and by changed, I mean completely created by scratch) every week- no exceptions.

Nowadays, I usually do something crafty with my hands… like making fancy birthday cards! 

So, excuse the construction for a few days- I’ll temporarily be going Bob the Builder meets WordPress and Photoshop.

Santa, bring me Nyquil for Christmas

It’s de ja vu all over again.

Last Christmas, I couldn’t fall asleep, spent hours on Facebook wasting my time and created a list called “You Know You Live On Floor 11…” at 5:00am as a surprise for my fellow floormates. The presents under the tree are tempting me… No one is online to talk to because everyone else is normal and actually sleeps.

Once again this season I’m wide awake, unarmed with Nyquil.

We took the long journey down the street to my grandparents’ house for Christmas Eve dinner and had a peaceful, lovely night. After coming back to the house, I declared it mandatory to watch the classic Christmas videos of Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer & The Island of Misfit Toys, Jack Frost, Santa Claus is Coming to Town…you know, all the awesome clay animation movies you all look forward to watching on ABC Family each Christmas season.

My little sister fell asleep on me before the first movie ended. After putting her in bed, Santa stopped at our house and I’ve been up ever since.

Maybe I’ll look for freelance writing jobs or better yet, ways to becoming a paid blogger. I already offer my sarcasm free of charge to the world; I might as well get paid for it.

I’d really like to end this with some witty, smartass anecdote. 

& I can’t conjure up something right now. All I can say is Merry Christmas!

Aren’t I just in a festive mood?