Today, I had to call 911 for the first time in my life.

Today was…intense.

I was walking to the bus stop so that I could head to my nursing class which I was already running late to. I saw that the bus I needed was leaving. Darn it. But for a split second, I thought, “Maybe it’s for a reason.”

And, I was right.

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I saw Lily Allen live last night. I must say, it was incredible. I have been a huge fan hers ever since she hit the music scene almost a decade ago. In this video, she is covering Jhene Aiko’s, “The Worst”.

She’s hilarious. So fucking hilarious. She’s from the UK, so of course, she cursed like a sailor and spent an ample amount of time insulting the UK. One of my favorite things about her was the fact that she openly admitted that she got her outfit at some random stripper store for like $15.99. She said it’s much better than getting some expensive costume.

It was also the first concert that I have ever attended alone. It wasn’t as bad as I thought. At first it was awkward, but once the music started, I blended right in with all the drunks who flaunted the fact that they were old enough to drink while I had to flaunt a stupid white wristband because I was under 21.

Those bastards.

Anyways, it was a deeply spiritual experience. 10/10, would recommend.



Last night was crazy. My roommates and I got flat out drunk. Hours later, I ended up running to the bathroom and puking my little heart out.
I’ve never puked from drinking before, so I felt like I had graduated from drunk girl, to crazy drunk girl, or something. I’ve done it, I said to myself. For once, I was that girl.
I bashfully walked back into the living room. “Hi guys,” I said. “I just puked.”
"Aww, you silly goose," said one roommate, with the maternal warmth of a thousand suns. She proceeded to kindly make me ramen, get me a cold cup of Sprite, and light a candle on the table for me.
"Classy," one roommate said. He quickly turned on the TV for me, sat next to me, and continued to converse with me about the night.
I didn’t have anybody to hold my hair while I was vomitting into my toilet bowl. But I came across the profound realization that these darn people cared about me. A whole lot.
It made me a little emotional the next morning just thinking about it.

Last night was crazy. My roommates and I got flat out drunk. Hours later, I ended up running to the bathroom and puking my little heart out.

I’ve never puked from drinking before, so I felt like I had graduated from drunk girl, to crazy drunk girl, or something. I’ve done it, I said to myself. For once, I was that girl.

I bashfully walked back into the living room. “Hi guys,” I said. “I just puked.”

"Aww, you silly goose," said one roommate, with the maternal warmth of a thousand suns. She proceeded to kindly make me ramen, get me a cold cup of Sprite, and light a candle on the table for me.

"Classy," one roommate said. He quickly turned on the TV for me, sat next to me, and continued to converse with me about the night.

I didn’t have anybody to hold my hair while I was vomitting into my toilet bowl. But I came across the profound realization that these darn people cared about me. A whole lot.

It made me a little emotional the next morning just thinking about it.



Greetings from Austin, TX! My new home.

I have been ridiculously busy getting settled and everything. It has been both a difficult and awesome month for me.

I went to the same grade school for 12 years, so I was never really “the new kid.” I’m so accustomed to being known by everybody, so to come here and be known by nobody is a really big shocker. It is definitely taking some getting used to. For the first time, I understand what it means to be the new kid lost in a sea of people with no friends. I still have a solid amount of close relationships with people back home that I call every single night, but it’s not the same as having someone who is geographically close to you. Someone who you can call up at all hours of the day and ask to chill.

My roommates are all close friends from a small town, so I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to get close with them. However, we are all really bonding! I’m getting closer and closer to them each day. Not having a close friend is making me desperate for social interaction. Back at home, I had my sister to talk to 24/7. So the thirst is really real. But at the same time, when people do talk to me, I feel like I’m putting on a show for them. I’ve slowly developed a fear of getting close to people because from my experience, I always end up getting hurt. My sensitivity is really putting my social life in jeopardy.

I also feel slightly restricted because I don’t have a car, so I have to take a bus everywhere. That in turn makes me feel too lazy to go out and do something. However, I have set aside some concerts. On September 14, I’m going to see Lily Allen and Mr. Little Jeans at Stubb’s! Then, I’m going to Austin City Limits everyday for both weekends for free! (I was selected to be a volunteer.) So, I do have some exciting things in store, but I don’t really have someone to do them with, if that makes sense.

So far, I love the University of Texas. I really feel like I belong here for some reason. It’s one of the top schools in the nation, so I already expected the classes to be pretty rigorous. A lot of students here seem to have an inflated sense of pride. Sort of like, Yup, that’s right. I go to UT. And you don’t. Ha! It didn’t really hit me until my Chemistry professor (who looks like Santa Claus), said that we should be HAPPY to be here. He said that so many people come to him complaining that they can’t get into UT, so the fact that we got in means that we’ve got something going for us. On some level, we are interesting, diverse, and intellectually capable.

I feel like I’m too stressed out to be having fun, if that makes sense. I need to get my life together and stop stressing before i can go out and have fun. But wait, is it the other way around? Do I have the order mixed up? Should I be having fun in order to relieve my stress? I think so.



kidcatti:

iambeyinspired:

glitterlion:

Inspired entirely by and lyrics pulled from this post.

Lyrics:

Driver, lower my tuition please.
Driver, lower my tuition please.
I don have enough money for my basic needs.
Working 40+ hours just to pay my rent
Now I don’t even have a single cent
Tuition is high, I gotta pay for books
Oh I’m so broke . I don’t wanna look
I popped open my wallet, no funds to count
My credit declined and my check just bounced
Oh, there daddy, daddy betta bring that TAP
Oh, baby, baby where my FASFA at?
Gon’ take 45 years to pay off all dis debt
And I ain’t even finished college yet
Took all my money… I just want to get a decent credit score, a decent credit score
Took all my money .. I can’t even pay this interest no more, pay this interest no more
This debt gon kill me

😭😭😭👏👏👏

Current feelings 😭😔



I won Employee of the Month at work today! Looks like my four years of hard work there has finally paid off.

I won Employee of the Month at work today! Looks like my four years of hard work there has finally paid off.



"I feel like I didn’t know who I was when I was 15. I don’t feel like you’re who you are for life, not even when you’re 20."

(via undrown)



Turning 20 - A Milestone

Today was my 20th birthday, and I’m over-excited about the fact that I’m no longer a teenager. (Also, 365 more days until I can legally drink! But who’s counting, right?!)

I remember reading an interview with Hayden Panettiere in Seventeen magazine back in 2009. I remember the interviewer asking her what it was like to finally be 20. She said that now that she’s 20, people pay more attention to her opinions and take her more seriously. I agree. I got extremely annoyed being labeled as a teenager even though I was clearly and legally an adult. But those days are gone now.

Meanwhile, I’m enjoying articles this one. They make me feel like I’m a step ahead of the pack. (Serena Dyer is an incredible human being, btw.)



sinolia:

Saint Laurent, fall 2014

sinolia:

Saint Laurent, fall 2014

(via davidlynch2001)



I think I’ve just snagged a neonatal job in Austin!

Yesterday afternoon I found a few childcare positions for the UT Austin daycare. Even though I have years of experience working with children, those years of experience have taught me that I love children, but I don’t really enjoy “watching” children. It’s draining and routine.

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