There is so much for me to say in so little time. First off, I’m writing this blog post on 3 hours of sleep so please excuse me if I cut this off and you wanted to know more. This will be short and to the point.

I recently moved out of my parent’s home and into my own. The very first time I’ve been on my own was at 18 during my freshman year in college. Again this post is short and to the point so let’s just say things didn’t go so well. I hated being on my own at 18. (I say on my own because I was 4 hours away from my parents in a dorm but they were taking care of the bill) I couldn’t focus and I was home sick. Now that I’m older, I can appreciate the quiet and the fact that I can have the tv as loud as I want and not have to worry about disturbing anyone.

The newest experience I have are all the bills that come with living on your own. Someone can tell you about the upcoming bills for 40 days and 40 nights but you’re never really ready until the bills come to your mailbox (or to your email account if you’re paperless). It felt kind of good paying bills my first month but now I realize bills will never stop. EVER! This this thing is like a rotating clock with everlasting batteries. It was all good a few months ago.

Not to say that living on my own is hell. It’s amazing. I want to let it be known before I end this post. My weekends are peaceful and quiet. I couldn’t ask for better. As a young woman in my mid twenties, it was time for me to move out on my own and view the world without the veil of “mommy and daddy.” They’ve taught me all they know and now it’s my turn to use what I’ve learned to operate/survive this world.

Honestly, I need to pat myself on the back for making it this far. Shout out to me.


P.S. I’m still living out of boxes so you know it’s real.


My drive to write always looses it’s gas

So I love to write. I’ve been doing so since elementary. Telling a story through some made up character’s point of view excites me because my life is usually nothing like the characters I’m writing about. Sure I may add in little quirks like the way they react to something or someone just as I would but their outside environment is much different from mine. As of lately, writing has been on my mind for the most part of the day yet it has been hard getting pen to paper and even getting fingertips to keyboard. I have to do better than this. I CAN do better than this.

Reading this post probably has you wondering what exactly is it I’m talking about or what I have planned but shhhh, it’s a secret. Have no fear. This blog will be the first to know once my plan comes together. Now on to my motivation running on E.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve always been like this. I envy the people who get started on a project as soon as the idea hits them. If procrastinating was a company I’d be the owner and operator. How can I get over this?


NOTE TO SELF/MINI PROJECT: Write a short story or even a journal entry everyday.

Cool. This may work. The funny part on the other side of the entire writer’s block process is when I do have a story to write about, there is no breaking my concentration. There can be someone who opens the door to check on me or someone staring at me from across the coffee shop and I won’t acknowledge the person. I’ll know they’re there obviously but there is a clear disconnect between me and the person trying to get my attention. Of course I don’t stay on E for long. I simply overstay my trip to the gas station.

That’s one way of looking at it.




A short love story with the Note 7

When I say short, I mean short. 72 hours short to be exact. So with all this negative hype surrounding the Note 7 I was curious to get the “fixed” phone and prepare to spend the next two years with it. I can hold on to a phone for a pretty long time. Once I get the hang of how it works, it’s hard for me to let go.

Anyway, I got the Note 7 a few days after it was put back on sale Saturday the 8th of October and that very same day my phone over heated. It scared me I’m not going to lie. Later on I realized it was because it was plugged into my computer and not the white USB thingy that came with the Note. (I am in no way shape or form a tech junkie so forgive me if I spell things the way I say it) Once I felt that it was too hot, and this wasn’t from body heat, I immediately unplugged my phone and left it alone. I wanted to charge my phone and not have to be stuck to a wall outlet because the cord that comes with it is about 3 feet long. Yes there were past stories that had already come out about the phone before but I thought the purpose of a recall was to fix the problem and not just say the problem was fixed. (That’s the way it looks on my end) I wanted the phone since the day it came out but silly me, I didn’t have any idea the phone was out until the reports about the damage it causes came across my twitter feed (The millennial’s newspaper). Again, I’m no techie so I don’t keep up with these kinds of things.

The saddest part about this whole thing was that I actually thought I found a decent working phone and I knew I was going to have this one for a while. It was kind of like being in an abusive relationship where things were fine one minute then things get hot and explode the next.

Pun intended.