Day 158 (potentially)

I forgot about the challenge.

I’m not back. Just wanted to say I’m sad. Not sure when it’ll pass but I’ll try to keep you posted.

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Day 5

I know it’s not technically day 5 yet but I’m gonna go ahead and guess that I won’t have time to do this tomorrow.

Prompt: List five places you want to visit.

Easy.

  1. New York
  2. Hawaii
  3. Iceland
  4. Taj Mahal
  5. Space

Day 4, baby

Write about someone who inspires you.

As soon as I read this sentence a person popped into my head. I’m going to exclude my parents from this because obviously, they inspire me for supporting me and yadda-yadda. Caroline Calloway is someone I began following on Instagram about 3 years ago, maybe? She goes through life wholeheartedly and is so determined to fulfill a life she wants. When I first followed her she was an aspiring author vacationing in Europe and hanging out with princes. Now, she’s a Cambridge graduate that has a book deal. I don’t know how she does it but I wish I had that drive. I wish I could follow my dreams like. You guys should follow her on Instagram or Facebook or Twitter. Honestly. Read all of her Instagram stories. Scroll all the way to the bottom and you’ll understand my admiration of her.

Day 3

What are your top three pet peeves?

I think my number one pet peeve is when someone is a complainer. We all know that one person that is constantly complaining about something. Maybe their stomach hurts or they have too much homework or their life is falling apart, whatever the case, everything for them is a crisis. SORRY DUDE– I wish I could care more but I don’t. I consider myself an empathetic person, sometimes too much so, but something about people that are constantly whining about their lives just turns me off entirely.

I can’t really think of other two pet peeves so I’ll just leave it at that.

Oh crap…

I forgot I was doing the writing challenge so I have to make up for the days I missed. Here’s day 2.

Prompt: Write something that someone told you about yourself that you never forgot.

When I was younger I would constantly get old I was weird. Kids in my class would tell me, my friends would tell me, my brothers would tell, and every time it felt like a stab to my heart. I worried about it so much because I would get told this when I was feeling the most vulnerable and honest with people. I as I grew up I kept myself slightly more guarded and found that building walls between me and others meant being silent and alone. I learned to tear down the barriers keeping myself from being myself around others. Surely, I’ve gotten told I’m weird a lot of times since my childhood. It doesn’t bug me as much anymore, though. In fact, I thrive on it. I like to think my creativity makes my mind far more interestingly wired than others. I’ve started to notice that when I’m told I’m weird there’s a hint of admiration in people’s eyes. I’ve spent so much of my life wishing I was normal and simple and plain but I’m not. And I’m glad I’m not. Being weird is fun and entertaining and so much better than being normal.

I’m sure everyone’s been told they’re weird but this has always been something that sits in the back of my mind.

I’m Back!…For Now

I’ve decided to do the 30-day writing challenge. I figure this will be a good way to get myself writing again.

Day One is “List 10 things that make you really happy” so I guess that’s what I’ll do!

  1. Chocolate ice cream
  2. Drinking cold cucumber lemonade on my patio during Summer
  3. New seasons of my favorite shows
  4. Beautiful cinematography
  5. Feeling like I understand something
  6. Creating
  7. Making people laugh
  8. Retweets
  9. A good book that keeps me smiling well after it’s over
  10. Music

Hey guys,

did you miss me? I’m avoiding homework. I don’t really have much to talk about. Kinda just avoiding writing an introduction on brine shrimp (yeah I don’t know what the hell they are either). If you wanna chat, shoot some questions my way. Or comment.  I still don’t really know how this website works. So…yeah.

And suddenly I feel exactly like Rory did in the Revival

it was January. the cold of the winter had settled in. an entire semester had gone by and i still felt exactly the same.
hopeless.
confused.
lost.
it’s so easy to get sucked into the routine of things. you wake up and go to class so you can do your work so you can pass your class so you can move into a more advanced class. none of it really mattered to me anymore though. i don’t know when it was but there was a day when everything suddenly felt entirely meaningless. if i had one word to describe my entire year i would choose wandering. i feel like I’ve gotten off the road i need to be on and somehow have landed in a place that means nothing to me. I’m constantly surrounded by monsters and ghouls and people that have their lives in order. they know what they need to be doing and they know how to get to where they want to be. but me? I’m lost. i don’t know where i am. i don’t know where I’m going. the only thing I’ve wanted to do feels so out of reach.
how do you dive into your goals? how do you just start them? i am so terrified of failing and losing and sucking that i don’t even want to start.
how do i start? where do i begin?