Reflexionem Super Annum

Well, well, well... it's been awhile, Blog. Sorry about that...life has been kind of a whirl wind (as usual). So let me catch you up with a brief paragraph then we can dive into the purpose of this post.

Isn't that how we usually do things anyhow?

To begin, I ended up working at a high school all semester with students who had disabilities as a personal aid. My student had autism and a mental disorder, but was very high functioning and self aware. Even though that job tested my nerves on many occasions, the lessons I learned from him, as well as my co-workers and other students, really made a difference in my life and my future career. I am now done working there because I OFFICIALLY start nursing school January 14th! FINALLY! I have jumped through many hoops and have flown by the seat of my pants...but I made it. My mother is also cancer free! And my best friend's mom is as well! That's about all of the news I have from the last few weeks...

Oh! And I moved. I have a lovely two bedroom apartment that actually allows cats. So that's an upgrade from living with my dad and dealing with that drama on a daily basis!

Now to the purpose of this post.... a "Reflection on the Year", as I fondly called my title in Latin.

2012. Definitely not the year I expected it to be... Last New Year's Eve I rang in the New Year with strangers and friends and copious amounts of champagne. I said to myself that this would be the best year... and it was...but it also came with some sadness.

This year I had moved into my apartment in Brookings, picked myself up and furnished my place, waitressed my ever loving ass off, and fell in love with a man who became my best friend, and my biggest heart ache later on in the year. I traveled some, learned I liked scotch on the rocks and Harleys, and survived many a stupid antic while drinking. I moved three times in total, switched schools, switched jobs four times (due to the moves and seasonal nature of the jobs), and met many incredible people. I also cut some toxic people out of my life.

Many smiles, many tears, and joy and stress came out of this year. I feel like despite all of the crap that happened, that the good and time alone really made me grow the most I ever have in my adult life.

So for the upcoming 2013 year, that I am grateful to be experiencing, I will not make a resolution list. I will make a commitment to be healthy and look at the good things in my life. I am embracing the joys of the good things to come with my school, and am excited to see who else I will meet in this year. As cliché as it sounds, everything happens for a reason. I am sad and excited to see this year go, and to move one step closer to the person I want to become both in mind and body. 

Happy New Year to you all, and may you have a lovely and healthy and happy 2013! 

Hipster Glasses and Inspiration

Today I felt lazy, and wore my hipster-esque glasses to my job, and then actually typed on my Mac at Starbucks. Now I feel like a real college kid.

Anyhow, being that I work with an autistic student at the high school, I was extremely humbled today by something he said:

"These are the best two days of my entire life because I could remain calm and I have learned a lot."

What? Best day of your life? And you're at school? I mean Sunday I was at the Packers/Rams game and got to see my former high school marching bands in a set of seats that were so close to Aaron Rogers I could see his muscles... I mean those kinds of days are days that go down in the books folks. (seriously, it was freaking awesome and I will have to post pictures.) But my student was happy just to be able to control himself and his emotions, and spend some time doing group work without feeling overwhelmed.  I realized then how often I take my health (both mental and physical) for granted. It's amazing how much this kid has taught me since September, seriously. I am reminded every day both by him, and other students at this high school how blessed I am and was to receive a great education and have friends and be able to walk and drive... it's insane.

On a separate note...I may have found a house...I really really hope I can move into it!

OH! And hilarious story from weeks ago... I had a friend from high school who is a Graphic Design major who had to photograph the contents of my purse for a class she is in where she was supposed to "explore a space". Needless to say the Jack Daniels zippo from an old flame (haha no pun intended), beer coozie from the local zoo, fork, and safety glasses made me realize that if anyone went through my purse they would be like, "THIS GIRL IS STRANGE....and yet extremely prepared...." haha


ANYWAYS--- This was a lame post but don't take your blessings for granted!!! <3

Hello World, It's Been Awhile...

Well Well Well... I've been MIA for six months. My apologies, dear readers, for life has done a complete 180 since then.

I shall give you a brief update on what has happened, and some of you whom I speak to on a regular basis have already endured my "WTF HAS THIS WORLD THROWN AT ME" rants. It seemed fitting to start up this blog again after a dear friend of mine asked me what happened to this blog. (Oh, and it's raining and windy, and my Mumford & Sons Pandora radio account is blasting in my new living quarters. Thus, the setting is perfect.)

Since April...

1) My waitress job? Yeah...I quit that. And in an epic manner. Not quite as epic as Mark in RENT singing and dancing about, "I need to finish my own film, I quit", but still epic for a woman of my age. Anyhow, that place has been on the verge of disaster for a long time, and in June, I finally got sick of the harassment and crazy antics. The executive chef there was entirely toxic and was (for lack of a more "classy" term) a total f*$%ing asshole. So one afternoon shift, I had enough. I stood up for myself and said, "This is my last day. I'm sick of the crap." and walked out. It felt amazing. Now I am not suggesting you all do that; But in my circumstances? It was perfect. I celebrated immensely from that. Afterward, I began working for a short period of time at a Chiropractic Center which I loved. 

2) Alas, I am single again. I really don't want to talk about that, but se la vie, right?

3) I moved back to where I came from. Was it because life got hard? Was it because I was single? Was it because I couldn't afford it anymore?? None of those things I am happy to say! I got accepted into an amazing nursing program near my hometown at a very well known hospital. AND they are going to pay for most of it. Definitely a win/win situation when you're my age and not tied down to anyone. So I packed everything in one U-Haul, and my best friend and dad's girlfriend came and got me. I have never felt so much emotion telling people good bye. Especially my little apartment, my friends, and the town as a whole. But! Atticus (my cat, in case you forgot) never got caught in my apartment with me! He currently resides in the basement with me at my dad's house, and is still a very happy and loving cat. 

So since I came back, as I said, I am in my dad's basement until I figure out life again (I CAN'T WAIT TO GET MY OWN PLACE AGAIN...*cough cough*). I also worked a few weeks for a Fruit and Vegetable stand, got paid in cash, and met several...characters along the way. Now I am an assistant to a student at a local high school who has autism, and every day is a challenge. I am also taking classes online until nursing school starts in January. 

Oh PS-- that Physiology final I had been having a heart attack over? I only missed two questions on the whole thing. Heck to the yes. 

SO, that is a brief update. Of course a lot more happened, but I will try to keep up with this now. 

I missed you all! 

<3

A Mess of a Post

There are always moments when I want to write a lot more on this blog, but when I think of those times, I am usually in "rant" mode, and I am sure not only you, but my mother, would not appreciate some of the strange and sometimes foul things I want to scream at the top of my lungs when life gives me lemons. But regardless,  I need to update this a lot more. 

Excuse me from the beginning because this particular post is going to be kind of a hodge-podge of stuff. 

One: I have realized that waitressing just makes me want to rip my eyes out sometimes. I recently worked a cocktail party. Didn't get out of work until 3:30 am. Yes the tips were amazing, but was it really worth being in the same dirty work clothes that long and getting hit on by fifty some year old men?...ok the money was worth it. But still. 

Two: School needs to be done for awhile. I'm about ready to go bonkers.  I can see many are in my same boat because I am seeing, "UGH I WANT SUMMER", "I NEED A JOB", "I GOT ACCEPTED INTO __________", "BLAHHHH FINALS", and finally my personal favorite, "F$%& SCHOOL" posts all of the internet. I too am feeling many of these things and am ready to burst trying to finish out the semester strong. 

Three: I have been baking a lot more lately, and also cooking. If anyone is interested, message me because I may put up a cooking post now and then, depending on the response it gets. It won't be some saucy newly married blog or single living "kiss the naked chef" post, but I have made some pretty amazing things that are cost effective and good for one or two people (which is all I am, and my boyfriend and I are these days...that is one or two people... ha).

Four: I still have not gotten caught with the cat in my apartment. I consider this a major win.

Five: I have discovered that you start to gather people in your life that are just stupid and mean for the sake of being on a power trip. Now as an adult you see these people as being dissatisfied with themselves and you quietly diagnose them with some basic psychology term you learned in a college class years ago, am I right? But every now and then you wish you could go back to your grade school days and give them a swift kick in the balls. But now that is called "assault". Damn. 

Six: My garbage disposal is broken which is an issue for number four that I posted... if I am unable to be Rosy the Riveter on this one and fix it myself, I am going to have to play an extensive game of hide and seek between my cat, myself, and the repairman.... 

Anyhow-- I have company coming this weekend. I need to keep cleaning. 

Have a great day <3 

A Political Post with a Twist

Let me begin with a quick update on my life...

The spider mentioned in my previous post was never to be seen again... I am still wondering if I will encounter him and his brethren when I do my Spring Cleaning in this upcoming week... 

Work has been about the same... day in and day out we have been busy, and had some difficult customers, but all in all life is good there! 

School has presented some difficult decisions to be made... I am reapplying for SDSU's nursing program for next spring, but have also been considering a degree in dietetics to get done a little faster. HOWEVER-- life has shaken itself up again and I have been presented with an awesome opportunity to move back home and attend OSF in the Spring... For now I am accepting my spot there, but I have to reevaluate the situation in December when my lease is up. If I would have heard about this in December, I would have been gone... but I have had an amazing time this semester. I have made many friends, figured out a lot about myself, and started dating someone amazing... I guess we'll wait and see what happens! 

Ah I feel like I should be kinda cheesy and mention Tim... I started seeing him Superbowl Weekend. He is a lot of fun! Sunday we were out on his Harley all day. A little chilly, but definitely amazing. 

Onto the real meat of this post-- 

I cannot stand some people on the internet that are minorities or extreme liberals being able to say anything they want and claim freedom of religion and speech EXCEPT TO WHITE CHRISTIANS. As soon as we open our mouths, either in agreement or a simple statement, we are shot down. I was actually told today that I should feel responsible for the destruction of Native American cultures. Believe me, I feel bad that they were oppressed and taken over. Same as I feel bad at the destruction of Muslim and Hindu Cultures in the Dark Ages, and the destruction of the Jews just 70 years ago. However, I did not raise a gun or a spear. I cannot be responsible for something they did. If I was-- I would be carrying the weight of the Holocaust, the infiltration of Africa, the Crusades, and Hiroshima. I am sorry that white culture has brought issues over the years, but so has everyone else. The Mongols suppressed my people, and King Edward the First killed my ancestor, William Wallace. Should I hold that over someone's head for something that occurred in 1305? 

I just wish some people would think before they throw out hypocritical comments. THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK. 

End rant. 

Infiltration Of My One Bedroom Apartment

Please forgive me for being the most inconsistent blogger known to mankind. Or at least I feel like it. However, being a waitress, going to school, keeping up with a kitten, a boyfriend, and making it alone certainly causes me to be a little spacey when it comes to this.

Today was rather a typical day, except for 72 degree weather!!! That was amazing. I took a moment in the parking lot of my job to take a deep breath and enjoy the fresh air and sun for all of two seconds before walking into what I would later find out as the lunch shift from hell. Money is good, but everyone was bonkers at work. I am happy my customers were more patient than usual.

Side rant-- Waitressing has taught me a lot regarding people. I will have to have a separate post to encompass my good and bad thoughts regarding this.

Anyhow, my day continued with class, and afterwards, my first run outside since first semester... let me tell you people, I felt like crap both emotionally and physically after that. My body clearly has not liked my break from exercise (two weeks, I admit with some serious shame) and the increased intake of delicious foods, scones, and beer... It really yelled at me (my body that is) during a Hot Flow session at my yoga studio... Let's just say, two weeks of no stretching, tight muscles, and a 110-115 degree room is a big recipe for disaster... Hopefully I can get back to a normal routine and feel better in the next few weeks!

But on to the title of this post...

I find that living alone has posed some very interesting, and rather stupid issues that living with family or friends seems to not encounter. Post-shower tonight, I was running to my laundry room to get my sheets from the dryer (is there seriously anything better than fresh sheets???) and was just about in my bedroom when I found a GINORMOUS, SCARY, ASSASSIN-ESQUE spider hanging out on my wall! Ok, so the spider was really small in all actuality... but of course, there is no man around. And I found that holding my kitten, Atticus, up to the spider only caused him to look confusingly at me and not understanding that he should be attacking the crap out of it! So I sighed and decided I needed to take matters into my own hands... Grabbing a tissue in my hand, I closed my eyes and rammed the tissue against the wall randomly a few times... when I removed the tissue, THERE WAS NO SPIDER. I felt a crawl and spazzed out for a bit while my kitten looked confused. Now there is a spider on the loose, probably looking for revenge, craving my blood, and ready to multiply and take over my apartment... Usually I do not freak out this much over bugs, but it was just extra creepy this time. Not sure why, just was.

Anyways, I am going to make some tea and (cautiously) study in my apartment until bed time... I hope I don't encounter any more spiders tonight... Especially knowing Atticus is completely useless with bugs. At least I know I am safe from toy mice.

Good night all!

Blue Rondo à la Turk and some other Famous Daves

Today is the first day of "Spring Break" here... Funny calling it that because it's 43 degrees out and there is still snow on the ground... Anyways, today (amongst the craziness) has really had me thinking about the upcoming summer and how excited I am for it! It will be weird to think I am not going to be living at home for the summer, but I think this is a good thing. Amongst all of the working and potential school work, going home and doing things I sort of took for granted will be a mini-vacation for me.

I just keep thinking of the warm summer evenings closing at Eli's, going to band practice, playing ultimate frisbee, seeing DCI shows, going to concerts, swimming in the lake... ahh the memories go on. I am excited to recreate these and experience the new!

READY FOR SUMMER!

PS: Wondering about the reference to my title of this very short post? I am listening to Famous Daves (my first marching band show), and Dave Brubeck composed Blue Rondo, one of the songs featured on the piece.

Catching Up Late

Man it's a good thing this isn't what I do for a living or anything or I would be pretty screwed at making a living... Things have been just a tad hectic lately causing me to fall behind on this blog. Especially with mid terms coming up and a series of other things that are keeping me quite busy!

Well to fill you all in--

I have an adorable black, crazy kitten named Atticus. I think I might have said this already? He has certainly brightened things up in my apartment and has brought a lot of silliness as well! It's nice to wake up and come home to something everyday! And he is very smart. He knows how to fetch and sit, much like a dog...

I didn't get into nursing school! This will be a long rant. So I ended up talking to my advisor who told me I would have gotten an interview for the program had I not gotten two points taken off of my application for retaking two classes I sort of blew off my freshman year of college... Mistakes learned folks. I could just kick myself. My fate was changed by TWO POINTS! And it stinks because I am already ahead on school so I am basically sitting on my thumbs for another semester...but luckily I should be good to go for next semester and learned how to negate the two points. I have also sculpted a plan B to become a nutritionist (well, majoring in dietetics) if all else fails because the curriculum is essentially the same, and I could get a nursing degree down the road in less than a year with another degree under my belt! Not to mention I would have a minor in Biology and Heath Sciences. I am also waiting for my fate on a nursing school back home... But this all brings me to something big.

I think I have decided to stay out in my tiny apartment... I have been toying with the idea of coming home multiple times since August and have been absolutely bonkers over trying to decide what is best for myself. However, I cut the crap out, the people who don't lift me up, and have been focusing on my job, my school work, and making new friends. Things have been so much more calm. I think that I can finally breathe and see that maybe me not getting in right away is all apart of a bigger plan, and that I am right where I am supposed to be this second, even if I feel like I am a speck of dust in the Milky Way getting nowhere. Neotiquam erro!!! (That is Latin for "I am not lost".) Life does get better... I just need to keep trucking through.

Also, congratulations to my mother on completing her chemo treatments! That also helps tremendously that she is in a better state with her journey.

Anyways, I need to study, continue to plan a mini Spring Break vay-cay to Minneapolis with some people, and see if my guy's going to come around to eat his birthday cake I made him!

Have a great day everyone <3

Do you realize?

I think I have finally realized things about my life... This will be a short post because I am rather upset.

Who cares if I want tattoos and piercings? Who cares if I date older men? Who cares if I take time to get a degree I want?

To me I am me and that is it. I no longer care what other people care of me. Life is too short to care as much as most people do. I am happy about who I am.

Gurdy and the Half Priced Cheesecake

Alright folks, lots to catch up on in the last week or so!

I will start with the fact that I adopted an adorable black kitten close to a week ago. His name is Atticus. My old roommate, Kate, and I went to the local humane society where upon walking into a room full of terrified kittens, he ran right up to my feet and began nuzzling me. We were going to leave and he put his paws on the glass of the door. I knew right then that I had to take him home! His original name was Baron. His mother cat was feral and they rescued her and her kittens. He was the last to be adopted out of the bunch because he was all black, which is fine by me because I have him now! I could not ask for a "roommate" with a better personality. In fact, he is on my lap now as I compose this.

On a car note, I needed a new starter and I was humbly reminded to keep emergency funds on hand in the future... I need to watch my cash flow!

I will briefly comment on my love life and say that over the last few weeks I was more than right in moving on. Ever since I have put a lot behind me, things have been so much better and I have actually started smiling out here. Things are looking up! Now to just wait and see what happens...

Onto the reason of the title of this post... Monday I worked in the afternoon and was greeted by a sweet elderly lady in her 70s or 80s. She asked me about our desserts and coffee options because she had a special friend in her car. I was curious as to what she meant by "special friend" when up hobbled a small woman with the first one. Her hair was snow white and fixed, and she had makeup on and a sassy cheetah print peacoat. The first lady told me, "This is Gurdy, my friend. She is 100 years old!" I was amazed at how lively this woman was. She did not look to be 100, and she had a laughter that still warmed people's hearts. The women sat down and I went and got them coffee and they split a cheese cake. As I continued cleaning I couldn't help but realize how much this woman has seen in her life... The invention of the car, several wars, the Great Depression, technological and medical advances, family be born and die... there is so much to be reflected on. It was incredible to see her be so friendly and happy and it made me really think about how blessed we are for every day that we get.

I really hope I can keep on these posts because I have been learning these small life lessons almost daily now. Live life to the fullest! Whether I live til tomorrow or live to be 100 years old, I hope I can bring as much joy as Gurdy brought to me. I ended up buying their cheese cake for them that day as a late birthday gift to her. What strangers have you encountered that have impacted you?

Until next time-- <3

Jingle Bells in January

Sorry I haven't posted for awhile... Life, as usual, dumped some interesting turn of events into my lap and I wanted to deal with said things separately from this blog.

Any how, how about I fill you in shortly before I get to the meat of this post:

I am currently loving my classes aside from some of the obnoxious people that inhabit them, but alas, that's college. I am currently exploring my options of later on joining a dietetics research group or something more oncology based for my graduate program... It's a few years off but quite exciting to think about.

I am also single now... Funny how that works out, right? You're honest with yourself and someone else only to have it backfire. But I had an EXCELLENT weekend with my friends which helped me realize a lot about myself. Driving seven hours there and another seven back allows you to really get to have time with yourself... might sound cliche, but it really helped. My findings were the following: Someone else's problem with themselves and trust issues is not my problem. I know my flaws and am working on them, and if someone can't accept that, or accept the fact that I am willing to come half way with them, is not worth being hung up over. I have been lost for many months out here at school and have been confused as to why I ended up here, and I got to thinking... perhaps I ended up here alone to find myself? What are your thoughts, my older readers? I would love to hear your comments and times you found yourself learning about yourself. Anyways, I am happy to be single and to focus on myself. Eventually someone will cross paths with me. If not, maybe I'll travel the world.

That's about all that has happened recently. But back to today...

I got called into work for about an hour and was quite frustrated, and was then pleasantly surprised by the lesson I learned from a little boy who looked to be about four. He was laying on his tummy on the booth with his mom and was kicking his feet singing "Jingle Bells" as loud as his mother would permit it. She was quite frustrated with him and said, "Sweetheart, it's not even Christmas anymore. It's January." And he politely responded with, "But it makes me HAPPY! I love this song!" This child showed me today to pursue what makes me happy. Who cares what time of year it is! I hope he remembers that lesson his whole life. It made my day.

Have a wonderful day everyone! :-)

Peculiar Situations...from funny to serious.

Why is it that I always seem to find myself in the most peculiar situations?

Sitting in my lecture hall of over one hundred people, fate places me next to a perky blonde student with three pens on her desk, a neat binder that is color coded, and a planner (also color coded). I exhale a sigh when I realize, "Oh dear god. I'm sitting next to a talker." But who am I to judge on first impressions? The lecture begins and my professor immediately starts with a rhetorical question. "Each of us has our own definition of wellness and health, right?" And immediately my overly-enthusiastic neighbor shouts out, "I think that the two go together." Everyone snaps their head in my direction and my hand hugs my pen tighter. Ladies and Gentlemen, once again, my gut instinct was correct. I am sitting next to Glenda the Good Witch who is full of comments for the rest of the semester. 

On another note, I went to Walmart for a multivitamin with no iron because my blood iron level is too high. All Walmart had for me was "Equate Multivitamins for 50+ Active Adults". Don't worry folks, my joints are feeling ten times better now.

But on the more serious topic of peculiar situations, it stems to character. In a more personal situation that I will not expand too much on, I have felt saddened the last few days and feel that writing this all out might help. If not the person it involves, at least myself to get it off my chest. I have a lot of flaws that I have actively been working on. I get pretty defensive, want to run from conflict, and can cry very easily (That one I blame on my mother. She cries at Hallmark commercials.). I have also run into a few issues this past semester involving drinking. I will be fully honest, I should never drink as much as I have a few times in the past. I know the issues I have with it based on family history, and after too much I tend to get way too emotional or quick to snap. Fortunately, my good friends back home know this and have watched out for me. Unfortunately, I have hurt someone I really care about by making poor decisions after drinking. And what hurts is that it's probably too late to fix it. I want to say though, and those of you who know me know, that when I say I love you, or I am sorry, it is worth everything I have. I am not perfect, and I fail a lot, but I do know that I love deeply. 

I guess the lesson I have learned is I am dumb and still have a lot of work to do on myself to be worthy of a partner... but the lesson that hurts the most and that I am refusing to accept is that sorry may not be enough for some people. Or it could be too late. It could be a work situation, a relationship, or even a family situation. All I hope is that my bravery of putting this out online doesn't bite me in the ass. I only mean to state my recognizing of my faults, and my attempt at fixing them.

But, with my chin up I must end this post and get on my homework. It's been a long day. 

I do promise my following posts will not be this...saddening. I want this to be a happy thing! 

The Start of a New Semester...

Let me fill you in on how I got to where I am now... I wrote this little bit on my first night in my apartment about a month ago: 

DAY ONE: 

Let’s begin this blog with a description of myself, so you can at least somewhat imagine what I am like as a person. Maybe you know me, maybe you do not. Nonetheless, I believe it is proper to introduce myself, being this is about me. I am a nineteen year old girl, roughly three months shy of becoming twenty. I have short strawberry blonde hair that I haven’t dyed, nor care to fix, which is why it’s short. I am your typical white as a sheet of paper person, but it doesn’t take much to make me turn red. 

Anyways, I am sure you’ll learn about me more later-- let’s get to the point of why I moved nine and a half hours from home on my own and ended up where I am now. I dated a boy for almost a year and decided to move out here for nursing school and to give love a chance, as the movies call it, and within a week and a half ended up single. Surprised? Probably not. But I sure was. My mother was diagnosed with two types of cancer (of which she is now recovering from very well-- she’s a trooper!), and well, let’s just say life was a shit storm for an entire semester. Towards the end of it all, my then roommate told me she was moving out. Well to me, why the hell would I stay in a smelly dorm, alone, when for just a little more a month I could live on my own? Spreading my wings! Proving myself! 

And here I sit, eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch out of the box, seeing by the light of my laptop with my sheets on the ground, and surrounded by my eleven boxes and three duffel bags... It reminded me of the scene from Sex and the City as Carrie wrote on the floor of her place right before she moved in with Mr. Big...except I do not have a fantastic shoe collection...or a Mr. Big. Instead I have my stuff packed away in boxes labeled “Berry Colossal Crunch”, “Coco Roos”, or my favorite, “Honey Nut Scooters”. Thank you Wal-Mart, for such entertaining cereal names. No TV, no bed, no couch, no kitchen table...just a few personal items, clothes, and old text books. Cribs was begging me for an interview on MTV, but you know, I just didn’t have the time. HA. Forgot to mention my car is also dead! I have to get a new motor in it. For now I am borrowing my boss’s old bicycle. As you can imagine, riding a bike covered in frost in 16 degree weather is incredibly enjoyable. :-) 

Anyways, I am going to try to sleep tonight, because I have to work tomorrow. Ah work. I am a waitress at a new restaurant in town. This is an entire different story in itself of which I am sure you will hear. Please let me note, I am not going to be complaining in this blog. In fact, despite everything you have read, life is actually quite pleasant. I am more explaining where I am at in life, attempting to implore some humor, because in all honesty, it’s hilarious. I believe everyone goes through something like this at some point, and it builds character. 

So much has changed since these times!!! I got my car back, I got a cute couch, a queen sized bed, and got cable and internet AND a kitchen table... I am slowing acquiring appliances and am decorating with whatever cheap things I can find. So my place is a little tacky...but I love it because it's me. I even built my own coffee table and end table! I started classes and am a little worried, and still doubt if where I am at is where I am supposed today. But I am learning to do it all one day at a time... 

I hope you enjoyed my first post! Feel free to give me feedback! 

Also special shout out to my friend Nicole for inspiring me to finally write this!!!