High School Memories

What the hell is wrong with kids these days?

Hey, friends. I’ve been meaning to upload a vlog about everything that has been going on lately, but honestly, I’m too depressed. Kyle has been away at school for three days now, and we just found out that his classes actually last five weeks, and not three weeks, like he was originally told. Five weeks, followed by four to six weeks of driving on the road with his instructor. I haven’t been this bored, lonely, or sad, for a very long time. Luckily, I am able to Skype with him for a few minutes after his classes, but I miss him. Liam and I both do. Continue reading “High School Memories”


Daily Prompt 7/12/2016 | Home

Until then, I’ll keep making up excuses to keep guests, and all other people, on the other side of these boring, white walls.

[In response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt 7/12/2016 | Guest]

I don’t let people into my home. Ever.
Seriously, I avoid it at all costs, if possible. Continue reading “Daily Prompt 7/12/2016 | Home”

Dream Journal 4/17/16 | Locker Room

I was attending some kind of lecture at a college campus. I was all the way in the back of a huge auditorium, with horrible acoustics, and I could not hear the speaker at all. Everyone around me was falling asleep. I stood up and clapped when everyone else did, even though I had no idea what was going on, and we all left. In the hall, a woman instructed the men to head to the men’s locker rooms and shower, and for the women to do the same. I went with the crowd of women to the locker room, where everyone started taking out gym bags filled with clothes, towels, shampoo, etc. I started to panic, as I did not have any of these things.

I went to the door to leave, but the woman was blocking the way, and told me that I HAD to shower. I asked her why, because it made no sense, and she pushed me backwards into the room. I started walking around frantically, trying to find someone who could help me, but I realized that I did not know a single woman there. After some frantic running around, I found my friend, Lindsey, and begged her to let me borrow her shampoo. She looked at me, and started laughing, telling me no. I started crying, and tried to run from the room again, but the woman guarding the door stopped me and started shouting. I shoved her, and she hit the wall behind her, and started shouting at someone to grab me before I started running.

And then I woke up.

Lindsey, I love you, but damn!

Daily Prompt 3/1/2016 | Not A Secret Anymore

The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt 3/1/2016 | Secret

“Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.”

Have these prompts have been super uninteresting and/or repetitive lately, or is it just me? I skipped several days in a row because they just weren’t good prompts. Judging by the number of responses I’ve seen for them as well, I’m not alone in feeling like this. Well, here goes. Again.

As I stated in the last Daily Prompt about secrets, which was just a few weeks ago, I don’t really have any. Actually, you should probably just go and read about that secret, which I guess is no longer a secret, because that’s about all I have. Sorry! I don’t really have any secrets, and since I no longer have friends, I am no longer a secret keeper. It is unfortunate, as I enjoy being the keeper of many secrets.

So… go ahead and read that post, because that’s the one secret-but-not-a-secret that I have.

Thanks for reading, friends!



Daily Prompt 1/24/2016 | When Life Gives You Lemons

The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt 1/24/2016 | Not Lemonade

“When life gives you lemons… make something else. Tell us about a time you used an object or resolved a tricky situation in an unorthodox way.”

I can honestly say that I have no idea what to write for this prompt. None. I’ve spent the entire day racking my brain, trying to think of anything that I’ve done that fits this… but I keep coming up short.

I guess I always just make lemonade with my lemons.

I mean, I’ve used plastic wrap and duct tape for window and door insulation, but that’s not really unorthodox, is it? I’ve never really rigged anything. Nothing crazy, at least. Sure, I use duct tape to repair, or modify, a lot of things… but who doesn’t? It’s duct tape. That’s what it is for. Right?

I like my lemonade made with lemons. I’ve never really been so desperate for lemonade that I’ve tried to make it with peanut butter, or grapes, or wheat grass. Does that make me a boring, orthodox person?

Well… maybe. I’m just so damn ordinary.

Thanks for reading, friends.


Daily Prompt 1/21/2016 | Bored? Never!

The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt 1/21/2016 | ( YAWN )

“What bores you?”

What bores me? Honey, please. Life is never boring when you have a nearly one-year old (two more days, you guys. What?!).

Even during his naps, when the apartment is quiet and serene, I always have so much to do. Sure, I usually just take that time to nap, or write a blog post, or shower… but there is always something going on. Never a dull moment. Ever.

Throughout each day, the majority of my time is spent picking Cheerios up off the floor, chasing Liam’s around the apartment, trying to steer him away from naughty areas he shouldn’t be in, kissing boo-boos, cooking meals, pressing ALL the buttons on ALL the toys, trying to figure out what the heck he just put in his mouth and where it could have come from, trying to keep him from taking his pants/shirt/diaper off, performing concertos on a piano that only has 4 keys, sweeping my floors for the 5th or 6th time, changing dirty diapers, playing peek-a-boo behind every piece of furniture in the apartment, getting soaked during bath time… the list goes on.

Never. A. Dull. Moment.

I honestly don’t know if I will ever be bored again.

Thanks for reading, friends.