Saturday, March 8, 2014


I've come to learn that I am the absolute worst blogger in the world. I am beyond lazy, unmotivated, and usually just feel that I am altogether too busy to sit down and type anything on my blog. The funny thing is, I'm never really that busy. Now that I've graduated college (Yes, I finally came home from studying abroad, and finished my last semester of schooling) and got my BA in foreign language, all I really have to fill my days is my job, which I hate. Who knew it was so difficult to find a job that you actually enjoy? Heck, all I'm looking for is a job that pays more than minimum wage where I can work full time and not be off a week or more during the month.. It's very hard living off of unemployment.

Now that I've graduated and moved out to live with my very somewhat childish boyfriend, I'm starting to understand all the stresses that comes with being an adult.. I have no idea how my sister manages to be a stay at home mom with all her cute rugrats, pay bills, run errands, and all the works and still manages to write on her blog religiously.Working full time, paying bills, cleaning house, taking care of your significant other, making time to be social, or just to sit at home for a day, it's all very tiresome. Even waking up in the morning to take my sweet puppy outside is unbelievably exhausting.

Life as a broke adult is tough. I knew it would be, but still. Even when I get a good nights sleep I still feel completely drained. I can't seem to make myself do anything about it either. I know my crappy diet doesn't help since all I eat is junk food, soda, or greasy fast food, and I never exercise because I just feel too tired to do it, but I know fixing both those things would not only make me feel better about myself, but also give me more energy. Wish I had someway to actually motivate myself to get off my butt once in a while. If anyone has any suggestions I'd gladly listen to them too.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013


So today I listened to a song that I hadn't heard since I was 14, and it definitely affected me more than it did back then. It's just one of those songs you (well me) can't help but cry while listening to it. Everyone has one of those songs that strikes some sort of nerve, but I honestly cannot say why this one has such an impact on me. It's about a married couple who gets into a fight and the wife storms off and ends up in a car crash and all she can think about is how "I love you" was not the last thing she said. I'm neither married, nor do I even own a car, much less drive, but I do think that it has a very important message. Don't ever let anger get the best of you, and if you care about someone, make sure that they always know it because you can never know what the day might bring to you or your loved ones. 

I think at the end of the day, that I love you should always be the last thing you said.

"The Last Thing She Said" video:  

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Part 2

My week with the boyfriend continued. :)

Well, needless to say, we returned back to the small town of Orleans on Sunday evening because even though he was on spring break, I still had all my classes for the week. Sunday passed us by fairly fast, with more drama then I would have liked, but that's not a story I want to get into at the moment. I showed him around my campus some and the only plus side of my campus in it's looks is the lake and bridges with all the cute ducks. :) We tried to feed them but apparently that's what everyone does on Sundays since there was bread floating all over the pond and they didn't seem to want it. I went to my classes on Monday morning, we went bowling with some of my fellow study abroad students, and then I took him out to see part of our small little town. Mostly because I absolutely had to grocery shop. I had no food in my room to feed either of us. I know going to the grocery store really isn't much, but I guess when you are in France it seems interesting because he was happy enough just to wander the store for a while. Of course, I was the same way the first time I went there. I'm not sure why, but it has its appeal. The rest of the week passed by just as quickly. I showed him the center of town, and all the small stores. We shopped around a little, walked more that I would have liked, and would randomly stop on days that we were out long for a snack and coffee or hot chocolate. 

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Path through the woods
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Some of the lake
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Love him :)
It was a wonderful week, especially because I ended up skipping three days of class just to have more time with him. I know I shouldn't have but I couldn't help it. I made sure I knew what I was missing though, if that counts for anything. I hated when Saturday came around and we left to stay the night in Paris to make sure to get him back to the airport on time. We arrived in Paris so late that we didn't really have time to do much since things were closing so we went out to eat a wonderful dinner together and just walk the streets of Paris. The funny part of our sad last day together was when we arrived at the hotel. The man looked up my reservation and gave us our room key and we went up and found the room to still be occupied when we opened the door. There were clothes on the bed and a bag on the desk and a shirt hanging over a chair to dry. He was very confused and sorry for the mix up and managed to get it right and corrected that we were in a different room. No harm done, we thought it was funny, but he apparently was afraid he'd lose his job or something. Poor man. We didn't really sleep a wink, and when I was almost closing to getting maybe an hour or two of sleep before having to get up, I was woken up my the worst sound in the world. I couple banging quite loudly right beside/below/above us, couldn't tell, but Oh My Gosh were they loud.. I'm pretty sure they woke up the entire hotel. Beds squeaking and slamming against the wall, girl moaning loudly. I was sooo angry, I didn't pay for that room to listen to porn. It didn't take them long at least, but sleep was definitely not in the cards anymore. We made it to the airport just fine, and sat around til he absolutely had to go through security and I made my way back to my small town alone.