I’m so tired of the nine to five, weighing...
“When your hour glass runs out of sand, you...
You want a tip? Here’s a tip. Leave after your boss. Stay on the grind. You had an exam today? Deal. Stay an extra hour. Pour yourself a glass of vino when you get back to your apartment. Enjoy a decent dinner. It’s Tuesday, but you’re a mover and shaker and the day doesn’t matter. Do your homework and do it right. Enjoy your evening. Sleep. Rinse. Repeat. Flirt with the...
Let’s go ahead and call it halfway. I’m halfway through studying…or something resembling studying. I have yet to find myself on that grind and truth be told, I’m probably going to chuck this one to senioritis. Life is short and worrying won’t get you what you want or where you want to go. My roommate is also bottling some homemade cider (of the adult variety) in our...
Repeat soon, please. Let’s plan for next weekend. collegiatefloridian replied to your post: Just channeling my inner New Yorker and… Let’s go channel our outdoorsy sides and go out to the lake already!
Just channeling my inner New Yorker and independent woman of the mountain wisdom. collegiatefloridian replied to your post: Conversations revisited. Love doctor much? Hah. This post was very Carrie Bradshaw…
During a drive to Orlando many moons ago, my roommate, Carling and I had a conversation about what we’d like in our ideal Mr. Right. There are the wishes, the wants, the non-negotiables. By the end of the drive our lists were long as they were wide. Last night, during a conversation with a dear friend, the subject came up once again. And after church this morning I started thinking… ...
A Girl and Her Gun Went shooting with my friend, Gabby, this afternoon. Future plans to return are already in the works. But remember, safety first.
That awkward moment when...
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Fly Over States by Jason Aldean
MAKE NO SMALL PLANS
“Fortune favors the bold.” ~Virgil
Only a life lived for others is a life worthwhile.– Albert Einstein (via elenahol)
The promise of the future?
March 20th, 38 days until I walk across a stage. A walk, no more than 30 feet, symbolizing my walk into a world of uncertainty. The job hunt is looking bleak. My spirits aren’t high. I’m almost 22-years-old. I thought I’d have more of my life figured out by now. I leave the office late in search of inspiration, luck, good graces. My search turns up fruitless. Talk of becoming an Au Pair arose...