A simple rose

As I was sitting in my room, by myself since all of my roommates were at class and I had the day off. My Big, Anna, arrived through the door with a rose and I was like "Ooh, who's it from?" And she replied with "Theta Chi was giving them out." 

Their message on the rose was to tell every woman on campus that no matter what, they are beautiful. I know from my Big giving me one, it made my day just a little brighter. 

These are reasons why I enjoy smiling through the hallways, saying hello to random people every once in a while, because I know just a simple thing can truly make someone's day better. 

Speeches

I love to talk but of course when it's front of people I get nervous and shake a ton.

Hopefully from taking comm I'll learn a lot and lean to calm the fuck down. I freak out about the littlest of speeches unless it's fir a presentation. But in the end I can only improve.

Of course I just had a speech. I think I get nervous about telling my life since I'm not open to expressing a whole lot of my life and forget annoy things.

Mornings

My day started off with waking up at the usual eight in the morning. Even though I don't have class until eleven-thirty, I like to drink a cup of coffee and watch an episode of Doctor Who for a good hour. Then slowly get ready.

It's pretty relaxing since I have two hours to get dressed and ready for class.

But if there are times where I feel like sleeping in, I know I have an hour or two to waste for sleeping.

It's a pretty good routine.

Then off to class I go! Where I learn some stuff and dread Comm.

Oh Monday morning, no bueno.

A relief.

From time to time, my responsibilities lack. There are times where I just don't feel like doing absolutely anything and I fail. That definitely happened last week. Having only two classes, both on Tuesday and Thursday, I struggled to find any motivation to go to class and do work. Everything slipped my mind. Luckily there were no huge assignments and I think I did pretty okay on my test. I own up to it and hope I don't make the same mistakes again.

But in the end, a break was seriously needed.

All Monsters Are Human

American Horror Story.

A show that's so intense, horrific, weird, and awesome. 

Everyone on Tumblr always talks about this show and I decided that it was on Netflix so I might as well just watch it. And of course I fell in love with it.

The way this show perceives life and horrible events. I can't even fathom it. Like for the image, "all monsters are humans" it's when the teenage girl in the first season is trying to express to the dead teenage boy, Tate, that he is a monster but his come back is all monsters are humans. 

We are the monsters, we create destruction, we begin war, we live in a hateful world. It would be nice to say that we live in a peaceful world and war is necessary but in the end, it's destruction.  

Reminiscing on some old jams

The other day, I decided to check the ancient site of Myspace (it's still around). I wanted to see if I would still be interested in the music I used to listen to. Guess what, I still love it. I totally forgot about a few bands, and many songs. 

It's been so long, I used to listen to Cute Is What We Aim For, Augustana, The Academy Is..., and so many more back in the day. Well like five years ago but you get the point. 

These were the bands that helped get me through some hard times and helped me celebrate some great times. 

I don't think I'll ever forget these bands ever again, I even wrote them down. They will always be in my heart and in my ears.

“There is an engine in my body. With every beat, it lets me breathe. There is a machine within my body. If I can keep up with that machine that’s in my body, I can do anything. Be anything, Say anything. I can feel the beat within my body.”

—	Cute Is What We Aim For — Do What You Do

Keegs

There has always been one thing I've always wanted to be, it had to happen before I died. Which was, become an aunt. I always knew I wanted to be there for someone and show him or her the ways of life, and be the cool aunt that would help them be crazy, but with a tad of responsibility I suppose.

This little kid, Keegan, was born in September with some issues but being the champ he is, he made it through and is laughing and making tons of fun faces. He's such a joy.

He's mainly the reason why I get homesick since I can't see him progress through his day. I always look forward to see him.

I know he'll be an awesome kid when he gets older. He shall be a stud, and his cool aunt will help and be an amazing role model.

No drugs Keegs.