Things Are Looking Up!
I called it from the beginning; I just knew that this was going to be a good year for me.
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February 8
Today is a special day, but I’m not really sure why.
Read More60 Things That Grind My Gears
What’s worse than the shape of a pringle can? Not much.
Read MoreNew Year, New Me (Maybe)
Hey guys! So I’ve come into this year with a new(ish) outlook. My resolution was to be more positive, and everyone knows that things are easier said than done. That’s why resolutions are a thing, right?
Read MoreI’m A Writer, Part Two
I started writing at a really young age. I remember my teachers from elementary school submitting my assignments for contests that were held throughout the school year, and finding my work on the walls, in different halls. I always had a vivid imagination, consumed with the ideas of magic and grandeur, life always moving on and throwing you around. I started out as a little girl with a lot of things to think about and say, and paper just seemed to be the perfect place to do that.
Read MoreThankful For You
One thing that you really need to understand about me is how protective I am when it comes to family—specifically my immediate family. The way I see it is that I can shit on them whenever I want to, because it’s my relationship with them, and I’ve seen just about every side of each and every one of them, to the point where I know them probably a little better than they know themselves.
Read MoreExpectations vs. Reality
When I was sixteen, I honestly thought that I had my whole life planned out. I’d go all the way through grad school for psychology, fall in love at some point, graduate cum laude, get a great job as a family therapist, get married, have four or five kids, maybe publish a couple fictitious YA novels, have a house built from the ground up, and live happily ever after. That was the plan, and I was sure, at the age of sixteen, that it would come true for me.
Read MoreOde To A Playground
The elementary school I used to go to had not one, not two, but three playgrounds behind it: one for kindergarteners, another for first, second, and third graders, and the last for fourth and fifth graders. When I went there, the best part of the day was spent on those playgrounds during recess; it was when my friends and I had the most fun.
Read MoreWomen Don’t Deserve Equal Rights
Disclaimer: The story you are about to read is based on a real life experience. All names were changed for confidential purposes. Also, quotes used aren’t verbatim.
Read MoreGrowing Up in Brentwood
Where I grew up has been considered a scary place for a long time. I actually live in Bay Shore, but I went to Brentwood schools from kindergarten until I graduated high school. So I guess I actually live in that little section on the west side called Baywood.
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Young, Scrappy, and Always Hungry 