Friday, October 31, 2014


Happy Halloween! In honor of today, I will share my top five favorite costumes I've worn in my lifetime. There is no order to these except as they come to mind. (This will be a short post because I'm pressed for time.)

1.) Cowgirl: When I wad about five or six I was a cowgirl. Braids, freckles, red hat, and all. 

2.) Witch: When I was even younger, I had a witch costume made for me. The cape was my favorite because it was black and had silver sparkly spider webs all over it!

3.) Ballerina: This was an easy one to come up with considering I have tons of tutus and leotards to choose from! There were probably a couple years I did this because I was lacking creativity.

4.) Barbie: Senior year of high school I wore my step-mom's old prom dress which was a short pink flowery dress. I straightened my hair (it was super long at that time), I wore heels and did my makeup (which was rare for me at that point). 

5.) Taylor Swift: Last year I was lacking in money and creativity. So, I threw on a black dress, red tights, cowgirl boots, red lipstick, and I used my hair brush as a microphone. People always say I look like T-Swift, so I figured why not? 

There you have it! My top five favorite Halloween costumes I've worn in my lifetime. Have a great Halloween everyone! Be safe.

Until next time,

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Stubborn Moodiness

Do you ever have one of those really good days with a crappy ending? That was yeaterday for me. The day was going so well. I was in a good mood, kind of hyper at times, classes went smoothly, work was good and productive, I read my book at lunch which was fun, I learned a lot and had fun in my last class, I went to Texas Roadhouse for dinner, got to play with a puppy, and it was going great. Then I got back to campus and somehow it ended with me having to leave a friend's house because they had stuff to do. Which, I understand, but the way I was rushed out of there really upset me. 

Now, the only reason this escalated so much is because I'm a moody female who gets upset when something doesn't happen the way it should have. He apologized like crazy all night, but I was too mad to accept it. It's hard for me to get used to change, and even harder for me to accept plans going awry. To everyone else, this would've been no big deal, and it shouldn't be. I know that. However, I'm too stubborn to get something out of my head once it's there. Once I'm upset about something, it's going to take a while for me to calm down about it, no matter how idiotic the situation.

Hopefully today will be a better day. Let's keep those fingers crossed.

Until next time,

Wednesday, October 29, 2014


As the weather continues to change, I can't help but think back to how much has changed in my life in the last 2 months. A lot of things have remained the same: my friends, my major, where I live, my family, etc. Those things have stayed constant.

However, a lot has changed as well. I have gained a new prospective relationship, which is going very well. I am incredibly happy! Where I will be this time next year has changed from here on campus to Ireland (fingers crossed). What I want to do with my life has changed from book editor to publisher. I have decided I want to be the nice version of Sandra Bullock in the Proposal. Also, I have been reading a lot more than I used to. I've finished two books in the last two months and am working on a third right now. Last year I'm pretty sure I read a total of one and a half books in my full year on campus. 

A few other things that have changed involve my younger family members. My two little brothers are getting so big and are growing up way too fast. Also, I got to see my godson this weekend. He's already three months old! He makes the best faces I've ever seen on a baby, and his giggle is the cutest thing I've ever heard. Watching my  younger family members grow up is making me feel old.

Anyway, I can't help but reflect on how things have changed in my life these past couple months. I don't regret anything that has changed. I couldn't be happier with my life right now. 

Until next time,

Monday, October 27, 2014


Let me introduce you to another one of my best friends here on campus. Let's call her Lady. Lady is an athletic type like Steve (see older post). I'm very jealous of her dedication and athleticism; there's no way I could keep up with her in a game or out on a run. She is also very funny and outgoing,  which is great to be around because I'm the opposite.

Lady is the newest member of our group. She is from the same hometown as Steve, they grew up together. Last year she lived in a different dorm and had a life away from us, so we didn't see her very much until midway into second semester. She was afraid we wouldn't like her at first, but she was way off. We loved having her around, she fit right in! I couldn't be happier that she moved in to the same dorm as us this year, it's great to have her around all the time. Besides, she and I can share clothes, which is super convenient for when she is going out and doesn't have dressy clothes. I've got her back.

The main reason I'm sad that she didn't start hanging out with us sooner last year, is because I don't get as much time with her than I do with everyone else.  I've had over a  full year of friendship so far with the other girls, with Lady, I only have a few months. It feels like I've known her my whole life, though. Either way, I'm going to miss her random snarky comments and the face she makes when she's proud of herself for something.

I've got to keep this one short, I have to go take a midterm. All in all, I'm extremely happy to have Lady in my life now. I will miss her dearly when I'm gone next year. Love you Lady!

Until next time,

Friday, October 24, 2014

Get Away Weekend

Home sweet home, right? Being back home for the weekend, I have mixed feelings. I enjoy being here to see my family and old friends. However, I have so much else I should be doing back at school, and I prefer to be in my new hometown. 

Don't get me wrong, I like to see my family. It's weird to see how fast my little brothers are growing up. Dan (my baby brother, 1 1/2 years old) is starting to say more words like "car", "shirt", "uh-oh", etc. He even looks older! John (my little brother who just turned 6), is looking like a skyscraper for his age. He looks older, it's strange! I feel old seeing them grow up. I do like coming back to see them because I don't want them to forget about me.

However, I have a ton of things in Platteville I should be doing. Laundry, which I left behind (oops!), studying for my Psychology midterm, studying to raise my math grade a few letters, writing my literary analysis and an interview report, cleaning and organizing my room, and being around my new life and all it includes. I purposely left everything behind so I could relax and enjoy this weekend away. So far, I'm wishing I would've brought at least one subject of homework. Maybe then I'd feel better about not being productive for school.

Anyway, I have every intention of enjoying my weekend with family and friends. I could use the mental break for a few days. Have a great weekend!

Until next time,

Thursday, October 23, 2014


A picture we took on our choir tour.
Today I want to tell you about a third best friend of mine, let's call her T-Pain. T-Pain is Jane's (see older post) roommate and one heck of a best friend. She is smart, talented, caring in her own way, and funny. I first met T-Pain in the office of our choir director before school started freshman year. Back then, I thought she was just another girl our director wanted in the Women's choir in addition to University Singers. Little did I know, she would turn out to be a lifetime friend. We officially met during Welcome Weekend freshman year (after seeing each other in the office), and we learned we lived in the same building. I started to hang out with her and some of her friends who also lived in the same building (those girls also turned out to be life long friends, who knew!).

As the year went on, T-Pain and I became closer because we had choir every other day together, and we had the same friend group. Now, I was having some rough times last year. There was one day in particular I came to choir crying, T-Pain saw me and followed me out to the hallway. See, there's something you should know about her, she's not a big emotional kind of person. She doesn't handle feelings well, she tries but it's just not who she is, and that's okay. When she came out into the hall way, she tried to make me feel better. She patted my back and didn't say anything. Which, in a way, helped more than a hug and words would have. She made me laugh by being awkward about it, and I will forever be grateful to her for that. That's how I knew she was going to be a life long friend. She attempted to make me feel better even though it was uncomfortable for her. Thanks T-Pain.

I have so much respect for T-Pain and how she carries herself. She's confident, well as confident as a college girl can be. She knows what she believes in and she sticks to it. She doesn't give in to peer pressure, which I give her props for. She knows what she wants to do with her life and has no intention of letting anything get in the way of that. Overall, I love T-Pain like a sister, and I couldn't be happier to have her as a best friend.

Until next time,

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Road Trip

Have you ever wanted to just get away? Wake up one morning, get in the car, and leave. That's one of the items on my bucket list. I want to wake up one morning, play hooky from whatever I had planned for that day and just drive away. I want to find a road that I don't know where it goes and find out where I end up. I used to do that all the time throughout high school. I would find roads in my hometown that I didn't know where they lead, and I'd drive until I wanted to turn around. That was one of the best therapy sessions I could create for myself.

It's not that I want to up and leave my life. I like my life, for the most part. I wouldn't change any part of it for the world. It has made me who I am.

I just have those days when I would love to leave for a day or two and not tell anyone about it. Spur of the moment road trips almost always turn out to be some of the best memories. Whether I'm by myself or have company, some of my fondest memories have been road trips.

The summer after I graduated high school, I would spend an entire day driving to small towns that I had never heard of. Those turned out to be some of my favorite places. I would wake up, text a friend to see if he or she was free for the day. If he or she was, I'd pick them up and have a road trip companion. If not, I drove alone. Those road trips made me so incredibly happy, and they helped clear my head of whatever issues I had going on at the time.

Nowadays I find myself wishing I had my van with me. I would love to wake up and go for a drive. Maybe I'd surprise my family by showing up and spending the day with them. Maybe I'd end up in St. Louis or Nashville. I know I loved those places when I went there as a child. I'd say it's about time I go back for a visit.

Unfortunately, this is not an option for me just yet. However, the second this becomes available, you can bet I won't think twice about it. I want to check this off my bucket list, but most of all, I could use a long drive to clear my head every now and then. Doesn't that sound perfect? It does to me.

Until next time,

Timing is Everything

Time is a funny thing, isn't it? It goes by slowly as you live in the moment, but you take a look back and all of a sudden 21 years have gone by. Time and I usually agree on most things. However, timing has not been on my side lately. I'm finally doing what makes me happy, and I'm figuring out what I want and need to do in my life. It's the matter of "when" that makes it so difficult.

My choice to study abroad next year is extremely exciting and absolutely what I need in my life. However, the timing of it seems to be progressively worsening. It started out as something small, just a possible relationship where I'd be gone for a semester or a full year. Which, sucks but is nothing to deter me from going abroad. Then it was missing out on my best friends' big moments in their lives, like birthdays and such. I want to be here for them, but I need to go to Ireland. Then it was the fact that I wouldn't see my family for that long or even over Christmas break if I chose to stay the full year. This made me want to stay and be here with my family and friends. However, I know I need to take up this opportunity. Then, I had a big realization the other night. By going to Ireland, I forfeit my chance to see my oldest brother get married next September. That is huge to me. I'm already going a year without seeing him because he is stationed over seas. Throw in going to Ireland and that makes it almost two years or more without seeing him. I may not get to talk to my oldest brother a lot, but I love him, he's still my family, and I want to be at his wedding. However, I know I still need to go to Ireland. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity.

So you see, time is not agreeing with me right now. Hopefully I'm making the right decision here by going abroad next year. I feel like I am. I just will be missing out on a ton of things. I suppose that's life, right?

Until next time,

Monday, October 20, 2014


Every Sunday for my Creative Writing class we write and post a poem that fits a writing prompt given by our classmates. I wanted to share with you a poem I wrote for two different prompts. The first we had to revise a poem we wrote this semester and have only ten words on each line, and it had to be ten lines long. Here is what I wrote for that particular prompt:

They never made me feel important. Their every breath suffocated
Me. I was broken and ruined for all men. Until
The night he embraced me. He laced his arms around
My core like a relieving exhale. A hug as tender
As a lover’s breath. Finally, I was held as if
I have as much purpose as life’s first gasp. I
Felt as desirable as every breath following. He strengthened his
Clasp, effortlessly raised me, and suddenly I was floating like
A silent sigh. Smiling was no longer a burden. Confidence
Filled me like a satisfying inhalation. Finally, I was mended.

Last night's prompt was that we had to revise a poem written this semester and change the point of view and have enjambed lines. Enjambed lines are sentences that do not end at the end of the line but continue to the next line. I did this in the first poem. So, for last night's prompt, I decided to revise "Finally" into the point of view of the guy in the scene. Here it is:

They never made her feel important. Their every breath suffocated
her. She was broken and ruined for all men. So she says. Until
the night I embraced her. I laced my arms around
her core like a relieving exhale. A hug as tender
as a lover’s breath. Finally, I got to hold her to show
she has as much purpose as life’s first gasp. She is
as desirable as every breath following. I strengthened my
clasp, effortlessly raised her, and suddenly we were floating like
a silent sigh. Her smile was no longer forced. Love
filled me like a satisfying inhalation. Finally, she was mine.

It may not seem like a huge difference, but changing the point of view of the speaker in the poem gives the scene a whole different feel. You get to experience both sides of this story. Which end up being fairly similar to one another. Which tends to be how moments like that are in real life. When it's with the right person, moments like that are interpreted similarly by both people involved. I enjoyed writing both views of this poem. I hope you enjoyed reading them!

Until next time,

Friday, October 10, 2014

Things You Should Never Say to a Dancer

In my post about being a dancer in college, I had a point about correcting everything that is that wrong someone says about dance. Well, along those same lines, here are five things to never say to a dancer because you are probably wrong.

How many spins can you do?
Please just avoid the word "spin" whenever talking to a dancer. We do not spin, we turn. Also, what kind of turn are you talking about? I can do two good pirouettes, but I can do three or four good fouettes. Do you want the turn to be en dedans or en dehors? What style am I using? Cecchetti, Vaganova, Balanchine? I could go on for days about the usage of spin versus turn. Always use the word "turn." Always.

Dancers don't know how to count higher than 8.
Of course we do. We're not dumb. We have to follow the counting of the music in order to choreograph a dance. We may make that joke to ourselves sometimes, but that's one of those times when only dancers can joke about it. Otherwise, you're coming off as rude and like you're calling us idiots. Just don't do it.

Why don't you try out for the school's dance team?
Unless they are doing legitimate jazz or hip-hop, no. Just don't even ask. Please, I don't mean any offense to anyone who has been on a poms or dance team through their school, but I dance. I have no desire to put that huge bump in my hair and shake my butt in front of an audience. I'm not about to condone all of the girls who try to do a "C" jump without the proper turn out, pointed toes, or overall technique required to do one accurately. I will never be drawn to the stereotypical kick line that seems to be in every routine. No thank you. Just no.

Is your teacher like the one on TV?
Absolutely not! My teachers are kind human beings who want the absolute best for all of their students. Now, I'm not saying the one on TV doesn't, she does. She just shows it differently. My teachers are very compassionate and loving. They help us grow and progress as dancers in a humble environment. They are some of the best people you will ever meet. The only reason I would ever have a dance teacher like the one on TV is if I wanted to become a superstar dancer, and she was my only choice. My teachers are by far better than that.

You must be very graceful if you can dance.
This is one of my favorite stereotypes of dancers. We can make anything look graceful in a dance. However, if you were to watch a rehearsal or just our everyday lives, we are far from graceful. I cannot tell you how many times I've fallen, flailed around, or tripped on the flat ground during dance class. We are able to contain our clumsiness long enough for a performance, but that doesn't hold true for a regular daily life. We're normal human beings just like everyone else. We have our clumsy moments, and we try to make it look graceful even if it's not.

These are just five of the things you should never say to a dancer. Maybe I'll revisit this topic later on, but for now this is it. Think twice before you want to say one of these things to a dancer, you are just setting yourself up for a rant from a dancer. Just saying.

Until next time,

Thursday, October 9, 2014


Here is another friend of mine I'd like to introduce. I'm pretty sure she's the one who came up with the Judgement Free Zone in which us girls live. Her name is Jane. We met back in high school, my sophomore year and her freshman year, in Chemistry. We suffered through that class together; she got me through it, thankfully. We both thought that was where our story ended, Chemistry. Throughout the next few years, she played softball with my sister, who was in her grade. We thought we'd never be more than Chemistry partners.

Then, college came around. Jane ended up being the roommate to one of the girls I met on Welcome Weekend. She started to spend time with our little group as the semester went on, and soon enough, we were all inseperable. We had formed the Judgement Free Zone. Jane and I thought it was so funny how we became best friends after years of knowing each other. 

Jane is a beautiful athletic girl. I'm not going to lie, there are times I'm jealous of how naturally pretty she is. Also, she has that bubbly personality that you just want to be around all the time. She laughs at her own jokes, even before she says anything. She is a fantastic friend, she knows when to be serious enough to listen to any problems going on in your life. She knows when to make you laugh to cheer you up from those hard times. If you ever want a good laugh or someone to listen to your drama, she's always there.

I am going to miss her terribly when I study abroad next year, but I know we'll always be friends. Besides, we will always have Chemistry. 

Until next time,

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Life's Uncertainty

As I sit here sipping my hot apple cider, I can't help but wonder where I am going to be in the next two years. I will be graduating in two years, but I can't help but be curious where I will be going in life at that point. Nothing in life ever goes according to plan. There is always something that changes slightly and completely alters the future. Will I have something like that happen to me?

I'm studying abroad next year, will that change who my friends are or who I end up dating or not dating? Will that change what I want to do with my life? I hope not, but it could happen. Now, I'm not sitting here playing the "what if" game. I'm simply allowing my mind to accept any and all possibilities for my future. I could end up loving Ireland so much that I stay another year, and who knows, maybe I'd end up wanting to live there. I've always thought it'd be a great change of pace to live abroad. I have no idea how I'd afford that, but I certainly would love it!

I'm graduating in two years, will that change who my friends are or who I end up with? Will I still be pursuing a career in editing or publishing? I sure hope I will be, but you never know what will show up out of nowhere and appeal to me. Will I find a job in Wisconsin? Will I still be in the Midwest? Will I end up moving to New York like I think will happen? Will I even find a job in editing or publishing right out of college? Probably not, but I will try my hardest to! Will I still be in touch with my girls after graduation? Will I be in a relationship with anyone? Will I have a set plan or will I be winging it? These are things I am contemplating right now.

Now, just because I have all these questions about my future, does not mean I want an answer to them. I want them to remain questions until life answers them naturally. That's what makes this time in my life so exciting, the uncertainty of my plans. Not knowing where I will end up is kind of relieving, which is strange for me because I'm such a planner. I like to have everything planned out and know exactly when something will happen. However, when it comes to my life and its plans, I like not knowing. It gives me something to work towards and something to figure out.

I can't wait to see what life has in store for me!

Until next time,