documentation of my neuroses, eccentricities, imperfections, lame puns & other rad bullshit

Author: herlifeontheveg

I’D LIKE TO CALL FOR A TOAST

I’D LIKE TO CALL FOR A TOAST

It’s been since February.. wut wuuuutttt iz dis??? I am back & here to stay!!!!!! Woooot woot

STILL CRUSHIN’ IT

STILL CRUSHIN’ IT

Crushin’ it since 2017– that’s all I can say.

THIS DOGGO IS ABOUT TO DRIVE THE TRUCK HAHAHAH NOW DON’T BE STRESSED YUH SILLY GOOSE THIS IS TOO FUNNY TO BE STRESSED LIKE IMAGINE IF YOU SAW HIM IN THE LANE OVER

THIS DOGGO IS ABOUT TO DRIVE THE TRUCK HAHAHAH NOW DON’T BE STRESSED YUH SILLY GOOSE THIS IS TOO FUNNY TO BE STRESSED LIKE IMAGINE IF YOU SAW HIM IN THE LANE OVER

Ah.
Ahhh.
Ahhhh my god.
I swear I’m on the verge of exploding.
Head pounding. Heart pounding.                                                                                      “Hmmm I suddenly have the urge to punch something.”

MAYBE A SMALL CHILD

I swear I might as well roll away into the distance at this very moment because I AM A BALL OF STRESS.
And being stressed might just be one of the worst feelings ever. No exaggeration my friendos.
What a frenzy our mind becomes…
so this is my shout out to @life *blocked & reported bitch* for being such a great pal to me these previous 19 years.
@life ALWAYS knows just the perfect time to spontaneously combust.

Hahahahahahahahahaha that’s noice.

Okay, okay, fine, mhmm, I’ll relax. As a professional stressor (Monday through Thursday from 9 A.M. to 5 P.M. and Sunday nights from 11:43 P.M. to 11:59 P.M.), I have learned numerous ways of toning down the time-to-scream-at-the-top-of-your-lungs-because-everything-is-falling-apart attitude that likes to overcome our rationality once in a while. So instead of stressing you out with a super duper long post, I’ll just hand over the list…

inhale
1, 2, and 3–
now exhale

*phase 1 of project un-stress has now been completed*

Now, here are some of my most stellar tips to alleviate that damn stress (damn as in crappy, not the damn that’s like “ooohh daayyyymmmn baby you hella swella fine ayyyee”)

I apologize if that explanation of the word “damn” gave you a rush of anxiety– ’twas a lot of ((what do the 2010 middle schoolerz call it again?? oh yeaahhhh ratchet!!)) ’twas a lot of ratchetness to take in all at once.

5 TIPS TO UNDO THE STRESS WAD IN YOUR DESIGNATED PERIOD UNDERWEAR (only home girls will understand the reference most likely):

  1. Take a bath. Shut up about the whole “swimming in your own filth blah blah blahhh” notion. I swear, there’s nothing better than falling (like legit falling because I am such a clumsy human) into a fresh, steamy, bubbly, so-tight-that-you-might-feel-like-you-are-returning-to-the-womb bath. *insert oohs and ahhs* The whole closing your eyes and detoxifying is such a lovely sensation. Just wash your problems down that drain. Simple. Oh, and rub your boyfriend/girlfriend/spouse/dog with those wrinkly prune fingers right on their cheek when they least expect it… so kinky am I right?? No, I am not right. Not right at all.
  2. Make yourself some avocado toast. Why? It’ll keep your mind busy! It takes a crazy amount of focus to cut, peel, slice, & spread avocado, yet the experience is such a freeing one. The pop of your accidentally burnt toast will be a moment of true enlightenment as you mend the damage with some mashed avocado. This is the real-life version of “You’re not broken, just burnt. You can learn to love again” ft. the world’s BEST fruit. Everyone, please remember that the pit in your stomach is temporary…throw it in the trash can in a similar fashion that you would remove an avocado pit.
  3. Go on a run! Sprinting up a steep mountain is my favorite destressifier (yes I made up that word). I know the mere thought of moving any faster than crawling on all fours immediately makes you surge in stress, but think about it for a second… *plays Jeopardy theme* Running might cause you the most excruciating pain EVER, but then it will make the pain from all you are stressing about seem insignificant! Don’t forget to stretch first!
  4.  Take a chill pill! Over-the-counter! At your local pharmacy! These don’t exist! Ha! I wish my struggles could be solved that easily! Okay, proceed to the last tip! Dude, get out of here! Go! I am not encouraging drugs! Now go to number five!
  5. Write what’s stressing you out on a piece of paper. This ACTUALLY helps me. I think putting your thoughts, appointments, worries, homework assignments, etc. right in front of you makes everything seem that much less of a big deal! In your brain, it is blown out of proportion. It’s important to realize most of the stuff we stress about is either completely out of our control or us future tripping. What matters is the present (don’t make me quote King Fu Panda kids). We put pressure on ourselves that’s completely unnecessary. Worry about shit when it happens because worrying about what might happen is only going to make you suffer twice.

And I close this with:
Good luck. Give everything that stresses you out a middle finger. Well, hmmm, maybe not your boss. Or your mom. Or that little old lady that just took the grocery cart you were about to grab…
eh, you get the point.

AND THAT IS THE REASON YOU ARE SAD

AND THAT IS THE REASON YOU ARE SAD

Came upon this little piece I scrambled up in the notes on my phone a while back– oh Ri.

BE MORE RESPONSIBLE

BE MORE RESPONSIBLE

First impressions are everything. But are they really? What about last impressions? What about the impression YOU made last night when you strolled into the party? Champagne glass resting in your hand. Shoulders back. Posture straight. Graceful gestures. Delicate smile & all. The last idea […]

CATEGORIZING PEOPLE BEEECH

CATEGORIZING PEOPLE BEEECH

Last September, I wrote about .2% of this blog post, forgot about it, & it disappeared into my drafts. However, recently I had one of those Nicholas Cage  moments when I discovered this treasure (didn’t even have to steal the Declaration of Independence) & thought “hmmm maybe I should get off my lazy ass & finish it”. So I did.

Okay, basically what I did here is categorize the groovy humans at raves because.. um well.. I don’t really have a reason..which is more of a reason not to read the rest of this blog post. But hey! It’s 2018! Spread some love by at least skimming???

Soooo, um yeah, I guess these are a few of the types of people you melt next to at raves:
  1. The Rave Fam: These people are the raddest folks you will ever meet.
  2. The Head Banging Hooligans: The people who happily form a heart-warming circle to all head-bang in & allow everyone, friendos or strangers, to join in on the action. The people who are willing to deal with chronic neck pain. The people who grab hold of the railing and let the music do the rest. They also complain the next day for not remembering the set.
  3. The High School Mates You Forgot Existed: The scariest thing about raves is seeing people you knew from high school. You awkwardly make eye contact, have a double-take, sometimes projectile vomit, & give each other the look. I honestly adore the weird expressions they give me for being there. “Like who would have thought that girl who sat in front of me in AP Language Arts would someday be wearing pasties, glitter, and be dancing like an absolute fool?” Well, lemme tell yuh, beeps, barks, & boops can change a person.
  4. Mom & Dad: Your second parents. The ones who remind you to drink your H2O..basically breast feeding you with their hydropack. The one who gives you the much needed back massage, chills with you on the cold floor, holds your hair back when you vomit, & whips out the vicks & shoves it up your nose. Mom & Dad, you know who you are. You rage with us, but still manage to keep all of your children in check. I’d just like to take a moment to thank you for saving my life on numerous occasions & for always coming in clutch. (especially @ emerald)
  5. The Handsy Squirmy Wierdos: The people who stand uncomfortably next to you & casually rub their sweaty self against your left leg, so you scoot to the side, yet they still somehow keep swiping you BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH YOU ARE SENDING THEM PISSED OFF LOOKS & CONTINUE TO STEP AWAY, THEY STILL INTERPRET THAT AS YOU BEING INTERESTED IN THEM. Like yo. Dude. Give my left leg some breathing room. Let me thrust my body to the music in peace. Jeez. Is that too much to ask? This type of person LITERALLY makes me want to scream.. I swear you turn around & suddenly there’s like 7024913 more of these weirdos lookin’ like a human centipede grind line that you see at hormone imbalanced middle school dances. Gross. *bashes head against wall*
  6. The Starers: There’s always that one person, maybe a stranger or maybe a friend, who you somehow make eye contact with every 30 seconds regardless of where they are in the crowd. And then you just stare. And stare. And stare a little more. And then stare a lot of more.
  7. The PLUR Cult: PLUR is an amazing thing, don’t get me wrong here. I love the whole concept & think it is super duper hilarious to make kandi that says “I need to poopy help me” Yes, I did make this once & accidentally gave it to a coworker.. ha. Yeahhh..regrets.. ha..haa.. ha. But, however, even so, everything has an extreme. & those EXTREME PLUR people can be a bit much to take in. It’s really hard to describe them, but if you go to a rave/ festival, you’ll know who I am talking about because you’ll instantly get anxiety when in close proximity.
  8. The Overdosed On Emotions Kiddos: The people who won’t stop smiling, hug you in 10 second intervals, take photos of you, cry over “HOW BEAUTIFUL YOUR GLITTER IS”, & stand there observing the crowd with their hand covering their heart & mouth.
  9. The Lost Puppies: The pals that you can’t lose sight of for more than 2 minutes or they’ll wander off. You then have to search for them in the lost & found aka the area right behind the main crowd where there’s like a huge pit of lost puppies roaming in circles as if they’re being herded. Innocently looking around. Big eyes. Maybe a scared expression. All they had to do was use the potty, but ended up becoming a stray. *”In the arms of the angels…” can be heard in the background*
  10. The Folks You Will Never See Again: The posers. The fake fans. Name 52.4 albums or you aren’t a REAL fan. What’s the DJ’s mother’s maiden name? Don’t know. FAKE. That’s you. Faker. These people are seen at one rave. Never again. Why? It just seemed like the trendy thing to do. Furthermore, catch ’em there for Steve Aoki, Martin Garrix, and DJ Khaled. Catch ’em hyperventilating when they can’t find an aesthetically-pleasing wall to take a hand at hip picture that would soooo fit perfectly next to that duck face selfie on their Instagram! Catch ’em upset when they realize concert lighting is straight shit & will not accentuate your make-up, but instead make you appear to be on drugs.
  11. I originally had 16, but to make life simpler, I narrowed it down to 10, but 10 is waaayyy too predictable, thus I re-added one to make it 11. Hipster. The Hype: These people are stellar. Their presence elevates the experience by a million percent. They are constantly moving, dancing, vibing, jumping, etc. They are the woot woot. The people who race towards the mosh pit. The people who can get from the back of the crowd to the front rail with “the hype walk tactic” (I swear it is possible to hype your way through sardines & yes, I did come up with that name & yes, I realize that’s a very clever name). The hypers are the reason you walk out the gates at the end of the night grinning & fist bumping. Woot woot.

We all know these people.

Until next time -4 viewers.

Thanks & have a good night,

Ri Bread

I’ll be here ’til Thursday.

Woot.

2018 ‘TIS SOME SHITTY RESOLUTIONS

2018 ‘TIS SOME SHITTY RESOLUTIONS

Seven snazzy resolutions that will magically alter you into a rad individual. Sick.

NAVIGATION

NAVIGATION

Well, once again you are getting a glimpse inside the notes on my severely cracked iphone.

RI’S CHRISTMAS CHALLENGE IS BACK

RI’S CHRISTMAS CHALLENGE IS BACK

HEYYY! TAP THE LINK BELOW TO A POST OF MINE FROM LAST YEAR (AKA GOOD OL’ 2K16) THAT JUST SLEIGHS.

puns.. ha.. hahah.

merry xmas kidz.

remember to be good.

FUCK IT.

FUCK IT.

I did what any smart girl would do: 1) cry on the toilet 2) take a bad ass selfie 3) leave all that shit where it belongs– in the public restroom & FUCK IT.

RILEY’S IPHONE NOTES–IT’S 12:13 A.M.

RILEY’S IPHONE NOTES–IT’S 12:13 A.M.

Just some stupid shit that’s taking up storage in the notes on my phone!!

BECOMING HEALTHY IS THE MOST UNHEALTHY THING I’VE EVER DONE PT. 6

BECOMING HEALTHY IS THE MOST UNHEALTHY THING I’VE EVER DONE PT. 6

GO TO JAIL.

GO DIRECTLY TO JAIL.

DO NOT PASS GO.

DO NOT COLLECT $200.

Riley Shae tends to draw the wrong card on occasion.. eh, on most occasions.

Starting over has always been difficult for me.

It’s rough to watch all you’ve worked for..all of the blood, the sweat, the tears..

*GONE!* *WHOOSH!*

was it worth it?

But really, was it?

I remember the uncontrollable smile on my face as I completed my final lap around the track

10 miles.

This was a momentous event for my wild self.

I hadn’t reached such a distance since the dispute with my body.

It took my two years to heal.

It took my two entire years of ups & downs

of ice packs & athletic tape

of doctor & therapy appointments–

& then one day, I finished the race.

I was back.

‘Twas a beautiful September afternoon.

I basked in the glory for a bit. I was shocked. Never did I imagine actually coming back from the dead.

But before I could do my cool down jog, life smacked me in the face.

7 classes later.

Crumbling friendships.

Tension.

Bad decisions.

Endless job hunting.

Illness.

Lack of sleep.

The hopeless endeavor to win over a guy.

The wrong priorities.

So many damn mistakes.

It was exhausting.

I stopped writing. I stopped calling my mom. I stopped making drinks. I stopped smiling.

I stopped running.

I cried a lot. My pillow put up with some mad shit lemme tell yuh.

My body screamed stress.

& I cursed “everything”.

I am a perfectionist, what more is there to say?

(no, this is not the anticipated way I answer “so what would you say is your biggest weakness?” at a job interview)

My performance in school is always on my radar (*cough* annoying perfectionist *cough*), thus it’s easy for me to trade my happiness & well-being to maintain a 4.0 GPA.

But a single realization can change a person.

Right.

What if I die tomorrow?

Would I be lying in a casket of regret for choosing perfectionism over laughing at myself?

For giving up so easily when once again my 10 mile victory morphed back into a one mile jog?

True strength is in flexibility.

It’s acceptance.

Accepting yourself.

It’s being able to reach the top at certain points in your existence, yet still being okay with all of the times you graze the bottom.

It was tough to find content in a body that once again aches as I attempt to conquer a trail (elevation yo).

It’s drawing the “GO BACK 3 SPACES” card, landing on Marvin Gardens (with a hotel eeek), & being chill with that.

But it is about your perception–

you can see yourself panting up a small incline–

or you can see yourself as making that wannabe Everest mountain YOUR BITCH.

 

As I struggled to complete that mile run today, I reminded myself:

the only way for me to truly appreciate my highest highs is to be okay with my lowest lows. As I said before, starting over just plain out sucks. & no matter how many times I have to start over, it’s still going to suck. Buuuuuttt it’s all about acceptance.

Life doen’t hand out “GET OUT OF JAIL FREE” cards (sadly).

Sometimes you just have to be okay with it.

12:07 A.M.

12:07 A.M.

I woke up to the nudging of words that wanted to be recognized..

HOW TO GET YOUR CRUSH TO TOLERATE YOU

HOW TO GET YOUR CRUSH TO TOLERATE YOU

I’m an expert. What more is there to say? Nothing aye. So check out this blog post because I can make your crush tolerate you. If not, you can brawl with me (stool & Irish pub not included) Buuuttt it’s a money back guarantee!

SOAKED & SUCH

SOAKED & SUCH

A quick read about my quick thought.

-When it rains, it pours.

It’s kind of funny– I mean this September Phoenix had a whopping total of zero inches of rain, yet I still found myself drenched the entire month.

& it kinda sucked because I was never prepared. I never seemed to have brought my rain coat & I never invested in a cute yellow pair of rain boots & I always seemed to have my make-up & hair all made up when suddenly I’d hear the sound of thunder…

&next thing ya know, I’m a mess. Completely soaked.

& it’s so damn easy to lay down on the ground & just let your problems defeat you (this is a metaphor. I love laying on the floor, particularly after a long ass day or a warm shower. This is not the stellar experience I am talking about folks.)

But regardless of how rough the storm is, never stop going on walks.

Literally.

You can interpret that as being a somewhat overly-used (I prefer the word clever) way of me saying “DON’T GIVE UP KIDS. STAY STRONG. RAINBOWS AFTER RAIN. *insert 2009 Facebook status*”

I am talking about actual walks.

Like move your feet along the Earth’s surface, get that flexion & extension at the hip, knee& ankle joints & at the front part of the foot, get that abduction & adduction at the hip joint& get that rotation at the knee &hip joints.

Maannn, that was a mouthful. But I am sure you get my point now. Walk. This is real walk.

ahhahahahaha see what I did there?? “walk” instead of “talk”

hahahah oh-so canny right?????

Okay, okay, I will shut up.

Taking walks are soooooooo damn underrated. Yeah it might not be that swagful (yes, I just said swagful) to hit your pals up with “ayyyeee wanna go for a stroll?”

…But then again, you can make it pretty bad ass.

*puts on shades*

*makes way downtown*

*walks fast*

*homebound*

*nods at strangers*

*wind suddenly changes directions*

For real though, I truly believe we all need an occasional walk. We all need a chance to breath some fresh air (well the quality is somewhat debatable). & maybe that means finding a nearby trail & connecting with nature. Or maybe it means walking across your apartment complex to take out the trash you’ve neglected for over a week, but low key choosing the long route so you can pass the cute boy with the cute dog.

I remember my friend Nicole told me that when I am at a loss of words, when my mind is discombobulated, when I’m losing touch with the present, to go outside. Absorb some Vitamin D. Notice your surroundings. Sometimes we get so caught up into ourselves, our problems, our mini universe, that we forget about the trees & the rocks & the dip in the road that we always curse at for slowly murdering our cars. & sometimes when we are overwhelmed beyond our limit & are on the verge of exploding, we simply need the breeze to slap some sense into ourselves.

I think its important to pay attention to the bric-a-bracs that lack any quality that would make them worthy of your attention. Hmmm sorta like the faded lanes that decorate the streets. Or sorta like the weeds you’ll catch your neighbor picking tomorrow morning, hunched-back & groaning. Or sorta like the sound of the bushes rustling.. & it might be because of the wind or because a venomous snake is about to fly out & eat you. Who knows. Or sorta like (like like like like like like hahah @ me when I’m doing presentations) the feeling of the little stones below your feet that are determined to make you roll your ankle at least once.

Just take a second to notice.

Just take a few minutes to go on a walk.

Even on the sunniest days, it rains– &when it rains, it does in fact pour.

But that’s your reason to go outside.

GOING GLOBAL

GOING GLOBAL

Are you a neck banger like me? Do you wake up & cry every morning because you whipped a bit too hard the previous night? I’ve got a training plan for you. Aye.

ROCKS FOR US ROCK BOTTOM FOOLS

ROCKS FOR US ROCK BOTTOM FOOLS

Yes, I’ve hit rock bottom. So why not make life one giant lame pun & turn to rocks?

SHE’S A REG

SHE’S A REG

There’s no greater feeling than walking into a coffee shop with your head up, shoulders back…

*whips off shades like you just erased the memories of a bunch of UFO witnesses*

…proudly grinning as you accept nods from all of the workers.

You basically own the place.

This is your joint ayyeee.

You don’t even have to order.

Your drink is already made.

Total badass vibes lemme tell ya.

I’d say I am a regular at two stellar sites for caffeine: Macy’s European Coffee House (Flagstaff, AZ since the 1980’s) & Elevate Coffee Company (Phoenix, AZ & make sure to order the blended dirty chai with almond milk). These places make my actual home feel more like a second home. Regardless of the circumstances, I always end up at these coffee shops somehow, whether it’s to type a blog post, attempt to do homework, or just chillAXE (go lumberjacks) & sip some flesh-burning black coffee. It’s actually kinda funny because I am currently typing this at Macy’s right now. Pssshhh don’t act so shocked!!!

But in all seriousness, being a regular provides me with somewhat of a sanctuary on the worst of days. Having somewhere to go that you are familiar with & always feel welcomed is comforting. Having a window seat to run away to when you’re completely lost, to look out at the strangers with mysterious stories, & reevaluate your entire existence is a luxury everyone should experience. It’s how to keep upright in this wild, insane universe.

Becoming a regular is similar to relationships.

When you initially see the building, your judgement on whether to go inside or not is that same judgement that made you swipe right on that dog Tinder account.

You can’t force a genuine bond; it will develop overtime on its own. It’ll probably take a super dramatic moment in your life, where you find yourself with nowhere to go….& BAM. You hide away in your local coffee shop. Alone, yet not alone– surrounded by others who may not be acknowledging you with anything more than a half smile or a “can I take your order”.

But sometimes all we really need is the simple act of someone holding the door open for us.

I was planning on this blog post being more of a joke, but DAAAMMMNN the wind shifted directions & I got deep & emotional for a second there. Noice.

I was planning on providing you with some useful tips (actually not useful, but I was going to pretend to be a wise ultra genius like I normally do with goal of making ya kidz chuckle a bit). But as I am sitting here, right now, pondering. {{Fun fact: I originally typed “thinking” but DAMMMNN the word “pondering” makes me sound intellectual & gives off more of the Ernest Hemingway feel rather than the illiterate child I often portray.}}

Well, anyways, I was ruminating (brb just one-upped pondering yo *flips table*) & I have decided to leave you with one vital piece of information…

Find somewhere that fills you with content. Somewhere to take cover when the world is raining on you. Somewhere that’ll catch you off guard when you realize that you are smiling for no reason whatsoever. Being a regular may seem a little weird–

but I swear, there’s just something about being able to walk into a coffee shop, where maybe everyone knows your face, your name, & your order, but no further questions asked–

you can just breathe.

LUMBERJACKS OR SHOULD I SAY…LUMBERWHACKS

LUMBERJACKS OR SHOULD I SAY…LUMBERWHACKS

Heading up north? It can be scary, but don’t you worry. You’re talking to an expert on all things Lumberjack.

OPEN YO MIND OR YOU BE BLIND (HA RHYMES *CRINGE* HA)

OPEN YO MIND OR YOU BE BLIND (HA RHYMES *CRINGE* HA)

Are you with me? Okay, I want you to close your eyes with me on the count of three & as soon as you can’t see a thing, I’m going to ask you to open your mind & see everything. Okay, one, two, thr-wait. CRAP. Scratch that. Open those eyelids, so you can read my post!!

DAAAMN THAT PASSION LOOKS SO GOOD ON YOU

DAAAMN THAT PASSION LOOKS SO GOOD ON YOU

Passion.

The way someone’s eyes glisten, their face lights up, their uncontrollable smile–

it’s absolutely exquisite. 

As the words roll from their lips, I watch carefully.

As they dive into their dreams & aspirations, I see it.

& what I see is difficult for me to formulate…I just can’t place the right adjectives in the right order to create an accurate description.

I remember sitting on one of those uncomfortable chairs that are included in every dorm room. My body was pointed towards the window. The anticipation man. I had never seen snow fall before & as the temperature dropped, my eagerness rapidly heightened. PLEASE PLEASE SNOW. I remember listening as my friend began to talk about the nooks & crannies of his favorite music genre.. actually more like gushed as he entered the trance of passion for this art. Not going to lie, a great deal of the time I had no idea what he was referencing & saying, yet I wanted to hear more& more. The intellect. The ardor. The intricacy. The explanations. Every. Single. Little. Detail. It did not matter that I was not at the same level of knowledge on the subject, the passion in his voice & movements were beautifully distinguished. Screw the snow. Tell me more.

Without passion it seems nearly impossible to find purpose within one’s life. There’s nothing more depressing than meeting a person who views just about everything as bland using “ugh” & “I’m tired” & “eh” & “sure I guess” & “I don’t do stuff” to sum up the daily. I mean one can have a passion for absolutely ANYTHING. Some have a passion for football, while others have a passion for Harry Potter- what’s the big deal? Some have a passion for white wines, while others have a passion for DIY crafts. That’s cool. I dig it. & even more, I want to hear about it! Regardless of what it is, how common or how quirky, passion is passion & that’s the only requirement.

“I don’t want to bore you talking about this.”

I remember when a different friend said that, pausing mid-sentence. Yes, I am a noob when it comes to vehicles, but the way my friend told his story, how he grew this interest in cars & how overtime his dad & him bonded over it, ’twas absolutely exquisite. I did have to use my imagination as he mentioned a variety of car parts & models, but the devotion in his voice allowed me to understand. & at that very moment, something in the atmosphere changed. I could have sworn he was glowing. I swear by it.

I remember our conversation. My friend did the speaking. & when she noticed this, my lack of response, it was just like that.. she stopped. I hadn’t been expecting the sudden interruption. I had been so embodied in her vehemence. It was enchanting. Her passion for a teensy bean is one-of-a-kind & yes, maybe the history lesson on coffee wasn’t something I, myself, could rave about the way she could, but I was perfectly content. The passion she held was beautiful. Her infatuation with the culture behind it may be something most (*cough* lame *cough*) people don’t give a shit about, but I wanted to hear it. The happiness that shot through her veins was contagious. Her genuine happiness provided me with genuine happiness.

& that’s just what passion does.

Neat, huh?

“Okay, so who is beautiful to you? Who are these girls you want to look like?”

I made a list aloud off the top of my head.

“You realize none of those girls you named look anything alike, right? They are different shapes & sizes & have completely different features.”

I had not realized this.

“Buuuut, what they do have in common is that they always seem to be smiling & have passions & ambitions & dreams.”

& suddenly it made sense to me.

Beauty shows itself through passion.

Here we are living in a society so obsessed with ourselves & bodies & looks. The extremes we go to physically…it’s absolutely insane. &I love my highlighter (so don’t get me wrong), but I swear one can intensify that glow in a way no palette can ever with a passionate attitude. Nothing is more attractive than a driven person, especially one with a genuine smile on their face.

A friend once caught me off guard when he asked me what I was passionate about. Such a simple question, right? Yet I did not have an answer I was satisfied with. It bothered me in ways I can’t explain. It took me over 48 hours: I have a passion for people (which explains my album full of polaroids of everyone I meet) &a passion for trying new things (which has proven to be the absolute best AND worst simultaneously).

& everyday I’m still learning about myself, still changing my mind, & discovering new passions–

it’s exhilarating.

Try it.

NOCTURNAL NONSENSE

NOCTURNAL NONSENSE

I’m in a coffee shop. Black & no room. There I typed away for 36 minutes. & I’m sure you can figure out what sort of blog post came from another one of my sporadic ((aka unorganized& discombobulated)) revelations….

LEMME HELP YUH SPICE UP THAT MILD LIFE OF YOURS

LEMME HELP YUH SPICE UP THAT MILD LIFE OF YOURS

Sorry, but your life is just a plain ol’ rice cake. I can fix it. *insert Holes meme*

BECOMING HEALTHY IS THE MOST UNHEALTHY THING I’VE EVER DONE PT. 5

BECOMING HEALTHY IS THE MOST UNHEALTHY THING I’VE EVER DONE PT. 5

Us athletes are extraordinary creatures. We are insane. We are passionate. We are mentally & physically strong. Yet here we find ourselves vulnerable to the limitless horizons.

PERFECTIONISM IN ATHLETES

The wrath of perfectionism- remember my somewhat suspenseful (at least pretend it gave you goose bumps for my sake) blog post regarding such an ailment? Well, here I am today continuing my TO BE CONTINUED.

Okay, so perfectionism is associated with teen girls who want to be like these “ideal” women on magazine covers who have been photo-shopped & dehumanized beyond belief. Yes, ’tis a problem in our current society. However, this is NOT what I am addressing in this post. Perfectionism is more than a problem fourteen year old girls have, it’s a problem that your “RESILIENT, POWERFUL, AMBITIOUS” athletes are facing. & it’s being ignored. Or maybe it’s that we just have not recognized this plague for what it truly is.

The desire to be THE BEST is the difference between a mediocre athlete & a successful athlete. Regardless of one’s physical stamina & ability, the mental drive to leave it all on the field, court, etc. is what determines the overall outcome at the end of the day. The blood, the sweat, the tears, that’s what to look for…that exhausted, red-faced competitor stepping onto the field with shaking legs but carrying oneself with a firm pride, chin raised. We know that image well. We’ve perceived it in movies, in books, in our favorite professional athletes. & how can we tell the admirable, determined youth that enough is enough, especially when they are demonstrating the forte we have all dreamed of grasping? To see someone do the impossible.. how can we tell someone who appears so close to reaching their dream to turn it down a notch?

Exercising provides me a rush like no other- instant happiness. I spent years juggling soccer, track, cross country, dance, martial arts, etc. These were definitely some of the most rewarding moments of my life, even when my body ached & the Arizona sun fried me, there was always a smile on my face. By the time senior year came around, I knew it was my final lap in high school sports, thus I knew it was my last chance to give it everything I had. Eventually, I would not be able to turn to my teammates as we walked off the soccer field & yell “see you at practice next week!” It was rough to think about. I really avoided the topic of “after graduation” whenever I could. (Sports were something I wanted to view a positive& rewarding use of my time rather than a job, so I never pursued the idea of competing at a college-level).

To perform the best, I knew simply showing up to practice wasn’t going to cut it. ‘Tis the little things that add up. My diet, my technique, my equipment, my recovery, what I did after hours, were important components I knew were essential to consider. If I could perfect all of these outside factors, then surely I would see my hard work reflected in my performance, right?

WRONG.

Perfection strangled my brain & suffocated my sanity. It was a sign of my future downfall.

But it was disguised as the traits of a passionate athlete.

Initially, the enjoyment fueled my drive. & eventually, the praise kept me from seeing that my tank was at empty.

& it all began when I decided to become aware of my diet. If I ate the right amount of carbs, protein, fat, vegetables, fruits, dairy, liquids, oils, etc., then I would definitely perform better. Or at least better than I would if I mindlessly ate food. My goal was to help my body & in return, wouldn’t my body help me out a bit? Run a bit faster? Hold out a bit longer? Kick a bit further? That’s what the professionals do, right? That’s what they are always promoting on their Instagrams, yuh know? Every move, every bite, every hour are decisions being made ALWAYS regarding their future performance. Life becomes a strategy game, so one must trade the spontaneous shenanigans for a planner.

But there is no right way. There’s no perfect diet. Previously, I’ve mentioned how every single diet claims to be “the one” yet they all have contradicting ideas. So someone is not being completely honest here. It’s about the money. What diet is going to be upfront & admit “this lifestyle change will only be a temporary fix, but your mind is going to convince you that you’ve never experienced such a high& must donate your soul if you ever want to feel this great again”.

Needless to say, my first mistake was trust.

Never trust the only business in the world with a 98% failure rate.

Never.

This seems quite obvious, right? But how many of you have cut dairy out? How many of you shop in the gluten-free section because gluten is “bad”? How many of you refuse to eat white bread…or bread in general? How many of you count calories? How many of you have dropped the oils & the dressings? How many of you ignore your hunger cues because you heard that your body should be fed every three hours?

& who told you to do this? You weren’t born with this knowledge or inclination. You learned it from somewhere, someone, hmmm. Interesting.

Not to point fingers or anything, but the dieting industry is over there awkwardly standing in the corner avoiding direct eye contact.

Perfecting my diet was the first step to make me a perfect athlete.

Take a guess on how that turned out?

LIPSTICK & LUNGES

LIPSTICK & LUNGES

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HONEY, I’M HOME! & slightly DISCOMBOBULATED

HONEY, I’M HOME! & slightly DISCOMBOBULATED

Going home for the summer.

But what is home? Where am I? Whoa whoa wait. You’re telling me I don’t need a 1:10 guy to girl ratio to come in??? Wuuuuuttt????

Hmmm.

So many mixed feelings.

Free stay. Sweet. Family & pets. Extra sweet. Home-cooked meals. Hell yeah too damn sweet. 

Something about walking through those doors you know well & setting your bags & junk back into their old spots…well if we’re talking about me, I just casually shove it in my closet as I mumble that I will put this shit in its rightful place later. Later means “in the near future”, but it is often used by myself as a more optimistic way of saying “never gonna happen man”. 

Everything is the same. Yet there’s still that feeling of being a stranger.

Hmmm.

Well, summer is now partially over for us kollege kidz. & the struggle is still going on. It’s like I’ve adapted into the college lifestyle a wee bit TOO much. & here I am. Stuck. Hell yeah extra damn sweet. 

After long looonnggg looooonnnnnggg..ehhh sorta like the long kind of brief if you’re picking up what I am putting down…hours of pondering (yeah mhmm I do that sometimes), I’ve narrowed it down to 5 things that have got me going berserk:

  1. Friends. Before, all of my pals were always nearby. I mean even if I didn’t see them for a week, I knew they were still within a few miles (somewhere on/near campus). && that was definitely something I didn’t appreciate until last month when I was dying for some hootenannies, only to realize my entire contact list would have to carpool via airplane if we wanted to hang. Sweet. &&& that’s been difficult to get used to. I miss the familiar faces & smiles & middle fingers exchanged throughout the halls…*single tear drop*  “Good times, good times.”
  2. Nocturnal Nippers. It’s simple: my day starts at 7:30 a.m. (yeah I’m an early bird, please withhold judgement if possible), but my day REALLY starts at 11:07 p.m. when it’s time o’clock to see my pals. So it’s weird not being able to just stride out of my house at midnight. Now I find myself feeling awkward just asking for permission to go to Dutch Bro’s at 7:43 p.m. I mean being home requires you to ask permission to be lame. & I haven’t adapted to this one yet, that’s for sure. It still takes a second for me to comprehend why my parents give me confused expressions when I want to leave the house in the middle of the night. “This is normal mom I swear.” Sweeeeet stuff.
  3. Language. Yeah, soooo apparently the crude sentence enhancers shouldn’t be spoken every other word (insane to imagine such a life to live, I know). Never thought it’d come down to this, but these bad words have become natural. They roll off the tongue effortlessly.  Sweet habit. & now I find myself having mini heart attacks 7139824 times per day– “That is so fu- *insert intense pause* *clears throat* fudgin’ rad!” *nervous chuckle* *wipes sweat from forehead* *prays to a god that I don’t believe in* (that was a reference to the song Breakeven by The Script, so feel free to sing that last asterisk) 
  4. Cooking? Never heard of it. Must be foreign. Wait… are you telling me that food can be prepared without a microwave…that there’s higher-quality meals than that wannabe Chipotle burrito place…that coffee doesn’t come from just keurig kups???? Duuuddee that is sooo sweeeeet. This is new to me. Kinda shocking. *Turns into Guy Fieri* *Rolls away into sunset* 
  5. Motorized Vehicles. I MISSED MY BABY SOUL. *insert ginger joke* I MISSED THE POWER OF BEING ABLE TO GO ANYWHERE I DESIRE WHENEVER DESIRE. What I sure as hell didn’t miss was paying for gas. Rush hour. Sharing a car with Tori. The I-10. The semi trucks that like to play roulette when switching lanes. &&& what do you know, this summer has resulted in a traffic ticket & an empty savings account. Sweet. Now I kinda miss having to walk 30,000 steps per day..’twas refreshing for the muscles & VERY refreshing for the wallet. Cars. Children. What’s the difference???
Discombobulated is the best way to sum up the summer situation. I was hoping writing it down would help clear the brain, but I honestly just feel like I need to take a shower now. College lacked numerous hygienic necessities…hmmm…damn I really should have ranted about that one. That would have made this post way more tolerable. Hairballs & whatnot. Okay, I think this is my cue to shut up & post this..so AU REVOIR MES AMIS. Have a splendid July.

 

5 WAYS TO MAKE YOUR LOCAL BARISTA CRINGE WITH SPECIAL GUEST TORI RAE

5 WAYS TO MAKE YOUR LOCAL BARISTA CRINGE WITH SPECIAL GUEST TORI RAE

Tori takes the stage & reveals the PERFECT ways to make your local baristas suffer…& what’s more fun than being a high-maintenance customer? Am I right or am I right?

BECOMING HEALTHY IS THE MOST UNHEALTHY THING I’VE EVER DONE PT. 4

BECOMING HEALTHY IS THE MOST UNHEALTHY THING I’VE EVER DONE PT. 4

47 minutes spent sitting at my computer + sipping Colombian coffee (after my whopping 48 hour cleanse from coffee) + people watching at Elevate Coffee Company (no dogs sighted sadly) + numb legs that fell asleep because I was cross-legged on the floor (had to stay in reach of the plug) = this. See I am still pretty okay at math after not taking it for over 2 years now. Ya man.

HOW TO WIN OVER THE HEART OF THAT GIRL YOU LIKE BUT AREN’T SURE IF SHE LIKES YOU BACK SO YOU DON’T KNOW WHETHER TO TAKE A RISK & MAKE A MOVE OR INSTEAD JUST WAIT A BIT LONGER TO SEE HOW THINGS GO TO AVOID MAKING A COMPLETE FOOL OF YOURSELF BUT IT REALLY SUCKS BECAUSE WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE SO DAMN COMPLICATED

HOW TO WIN OVER THE HEART OF THAT GIRL YOU LIKE BUT AREN’T SURE IF SHE LIKES YOU BACK SO YOU DON’T KNOW WHETHER TO TAKE A RISK & MAKE A MOVE OR INSTEAD JUST WAIT A BIT LONGER TO SEE HOW THINGS GO TO AVOID MAKING A COMPLETE FOOL OF YOURSELF BUT IT REALLY SUCKS BECAUSE WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE SO DAMN COMPLICATED

AYE MALES. I know it’s rough getting that girl of your dreams to swipe yuh back on Tinder. I mean us females often find ourselves in similar situations (of course minus the heights in our bios). Buuuttt heeeyyyy, I’ve got the inside scoop for you gentlemen. If you want to get her to have a double take next time you catch her eye in Starbucks (or is that too mainstream of a location?? how about the Starbucks IN BARNES & NOBLE?? now that’s a game changer I might add). Well, follow these simple steps to become men..let’s just say the seaweed mustache thing is a whole lotta hoopla. WARNING: If you didn’t understand that reference, then you are not advanced enough for this course.

  1. Quote Spongebob in everyday conversations.
  2. Get glittered up at Raves & Festivals. For bonus points, act overly excited about the fact that you sparkle.
  3. Order your cold coffee drinks light on ice– intelligence & manipulating the system is very attractive.
  4. Master the ability to slice all types of fruits..specifically AVOCADO (pshhh no I am not being biased here).
  5. Hit the high notes in Bohemian Rhapsody. Trust me, you can do anything if you just put your mind to it.
  6. Make sure you have toilet paper in your bathroom. I swear every single time I use a male’s restroom, I have to frantically search for toilet paper & when I have no luck in finding any, I curl up in a ball on the dirty floor & desperately cry & you don’t want to see that go down, do you???? Like god damn PEEING CAN BE SO DRAMATIC.
  7. Rescue a dog (preferably off the streets one day on your way home from work) & give it a quirky human name. Don’t ask why. Just do it.
  8. Steal a shit ton of complimentary mints for your girl at restaurants. It makes you look like such a sweet bad ass. I’d rather have fancy mints in my pocket than diamonds around my neck. #justgirlythings #tumblr #goalz #like4like 
  9. Let her know how beautiful she was during her no eyebrow phase. All girls go through this when they first discover the power of the tweezers… ’tis an iconic moment & a traumatic one… once you start, you just sorta get possessed& suddenly can’t stop plucking… & next thing you know, you look like you belong on the cover of a late 90’s sex magazine (tears included):sex machine
  10. Steal the Declaration of Independence…& if you’re feeling ambitious, uncover the treasure map on the back via blow dryer…& if you’re feeling daredevil ambitious, get plastic surgery to look like Nicholas Cage.

Boys, please take my advice. I’m speaking for all of us gal pals with ovaries. This is the way to get THE femme gem (dude crying that’s the lamest thing I’ve ever said- well almost) to fall for you. Trust me, I’m a doctor (I’ve taken Bio 182. I know about algae. Basically an expert on everything now yo.)

BECOMING HEALTHY IS THE MOST UNHEALTHY THING I’VE EVER DONE PT. 3

BECOMING HEALTHY IS THE MOST UNHEALTHY THING I’VE EVER DONE PT. 3

& here we are. Here we are trusting complete strangers over something you’ve spent & will continue to spend your entire life with.. your own body, your own self.

DEAR MY 13 READERS,

DEAR MY 13 READERS,

I love you. Was that too soon? I apologize if so. But here I am. Here I am sitting cross-legged in a coffee shop, sipping my 12 oz black coffee (as you might have expected), & reflecting. ‘Tis what I do. & I am sure […]

BECOMING HEALTHY IS THE MOST UNHEALTHY THING I’VE EVER DONE. PT. 2

BECOMING HEALTHY IS THE MOST UNHEALTHY THING I’VE EVER DONE. PT. 2

You know, it makes me really sad to see so many posts about failed diet & work out attempts & the unhappiness that has come with dedicating all of one’s time to this supposed “lifestyle“. *Anderson Cooper eye roll* Anyone who knows me well, knows that this topic brings out a passion in me like no other. Because I was there. I remember what it was like. I still can feel all of the great memories I could have made. And even more, I can feel all of the memories I made that could have been greater if someone would have slapped some sense into me. I was saved before it was too late. I was lucky. Look, there’s no such thing as a miracle diet. We all know that. Yet here we’re are still cutting out fats, carbs, dairy– essential nutrition because someone scared us into believing they are bad for our bodies. I don’t think something deemed “essential” could possibly be harmful. What’s even more funny, is the fact that we are able to ignore our biology lessons on cells, cycles, etc. & believe that we truly run on water & air. Nothing else.

Furthermore, the energy wasted on this never-ending quest to reach “perfect health” (oh shit I just said the h word!!) is energy that can’t be given back– it’s exhausting. The time spent & pointless dedication involved in calculating exactly how much & what to consume is completely unnecessary. Focusing this much on one thing is what is truly unhealthy. Not only is the physical aspect of food important for our bodies, but the social aspect has an equal importance for our minds & emotional well-being. I mean think about it.. think about the joy sharing a pizza with your friends brings. Think about all of the holidays & birthdays where a meal is shared amongst your family. Think about the spontaneous trips to IHOP for some pancakes at midnight. These are moments we shouldn’t have to evaluate; these are moments that shouldn’t require us to endure guilt &hesitation because someone decided that certain foods are too many calories. It’s stupid. It’s draining. I know for a fact that when you’re on your death bed you’re not going to be regretting that froyo you had last Tuesday.

I could go on & on for a bit, but with so much to say, I figured spitting everything out at once would be overwhelming to my 13 readers. For now, I leave you with these words. It’s up to you what to do with them. 

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TO BE CONTINUED…

((pretend the screen dramatically turns blank yuh know like one of those dramatic movies))

BECOMING HEALTHY IS THE MOST UNHEALTHY THING I’VE EVER DONE.

BECOMING HEALTHY IS THE MOST UNHEALTHY THING I’VE EVER DONE.

Becoming healthy is the most unhealthy thing I’ve ever done. Low blood pressure. Check. No diseases. Check. Normal cholesterol. Check. Low heart rate. Check. Not overweight. Check. 20/20 vision. Check. Athletic. Check. Adequate sleep. Check. Hydrated. Check. Did you eat your fruits and vegetables today? […]

WELL..UM HEY I GUESS I HAVE.. LIKE CHANGED A BIT

WELL..UM HEY I GUESS I HAVE.. LIKE CHANGED A BIT

Yes, college in fact changes us children emotionally & mentally. Some of us experience transformations- sometimes in the upward direction of maturity & sometimes in the downward direction towards our graves (foreshadowing a young, imminent death). But what about the physical aspect????? Would you like […]

RI’S KINDA DECENT TIPS FOR FINALS PREP

RI’S KINDA DECENT TIPS FOR FINALS PREP

Finals are here. & I am out. Yuh feel me? ‘Tis a rough period for most college students. I’m guessing your semester-long disillusionment is fading and you’re finally sober enough to realize your grades aren’t as superb as you last remember? Maybe you’re in a delirium because you’ve discovered the “W” on your transcript stands for “withdrew” not for “winner”? ‘Tis a struggle. Reality always seems to hit us vulnerable kids head-first. The hysteria is spreading through campus more quickly than that cough every college student gets at least once a month. Ugh.

The angst sucks, so I’ve worked with a team of specialists (me, myself, & I) to establish 7 tips to help you prepare for finals. See, I’ve got yo back.

WARNING: These statements are backed-up with no evidence. Ha. Oops. My bad.

  1. Eat or be eaten.
  2. Sleep as little as possible for a few weeks. Then by the time finals come around, the 2 & a half hours of shut eye will feel normal. Your body will already have adapted to the extreme conditions.
  3. Buy a stop watch that you can use while studying. Why? Well, cleeeaaarrly so you can cry in 10-minute intervals without losing track of time.
  4. Don’t consume anything with the letter “F” in it. Disassociate yourself from the concept of a 59 or below. As far as you’re conncerned, the idea of failure no longer exists in this dimemsion.
  5. Watch Jeopardy every night for a week. Focus. Alex has all of your answers. Trust me.
  6. Turn your WiFi off. The trick is to use all of your data by keeping your WiFi off, so that when you are studying, you won’t be tempted to go on your phone! This month’s Verizon bill might be a wee bit high, but at least your debt won’t be (since you won’t lose your scholarship).
  7. All of those parties you skipped to watch Netflix, all of those bonfires you couldn’t get to because Uber was surging, all of those houses you weren’t able to get into because your male ratio was too high, and all of those raves and festivals you just couldn’t afford– well, this is your cue to make up for that lost time. Go crazy. Be wild. Do all of the stupid stuff you told yourself you wouldn’t. All of that peer pressure you overcame? Give in to it now. Crumble. Take three steps back. Disappoint mom and dad. Beeeecause the chance of finals killing you is a lot greater than any risky behavior.

HEEEEYY! I hope that these tips aid your studies somewhat! If they don’t or you become injured/ severely handicap from my advice, please don’t sue me. I don’t have money for you to take unless you find value in Kohl’s Cash & student loans.

 Here is your reason to keep pushing through the pain. Enjoy the three pictures of this beauty that I am leaving you with. Good luck.

HOW TO PROPERLY VOYAGE FROM THE SAGUARO TO THE SAND

HOW TO PROPERLY VOYAGE FROM THE SAGUARO TO THE SAND

My favorite part about California? Awhh thanks for asking. Well, to answer that question even though no one actually cares about my answer, I’d just like to say it’s the ride there. Yeah, yeah, yeah I know that sounds so god damn weird, but I […]

CRUSHED IT.

CRUSHED IT.

Do you ever make spontaneous decisions? I know for a fact that you know the insane ideas I am talking about. We all have them. But the question is… do you ever follow through with them? Well, my friends and I are crazy. Soooo we often […]

LET’S GET BREAKFAST

LET’S GET BREAKFAST

The chaos of college is thrilling; finally having the ability and the power to take any path without having to ask permission first is something that never gets old. We are always warned to not let the freedom get to our head, but here we are letting the freedom make our decisions, choosing not to listen to that gibberish. I mean the rush we get from getting ice cream at 2 a.m. when we have an 8 a.m. class the next morning can never be truly understood. What can I say- we are just silly. It’s something LAME we could never get away with in high school, so now it’s suddenly irresistible to try when in college. Gotta mark it off the bucket list am I right? But for real, with all these random outings to random places, far-off or near, absurdly safe or absolutely reckless, there seems to linger a feeling of emptiness. It’s on the Sunday nights that I tend to find myself missing home the most. Missing the spaghetti squash dinner we would have at the end of every week. When we’d sit around the table conversing, while simultaneously trying to get the perfect amount of spaghetti on our forks (you know just enough to fit in your mouth, but not so much you get sauce all over your face). To be honest, I’ve never been all that great at multitasking. And as exciting as it is to live life doing what you want whenever you want, it is the habitual acts that keep me grounded. It’s the habitual acts that make the most hectic, frustrating weeks stable again. It’s these moments that I continually devote time to every week that hold me accountable. My mind can’t spiral into insanity and be completely lost if I have a habitual act to bring me back to reality at the conclusion of each week. Does this make sense at all?

I’ve really come to appreciate Saturday mornings up here in Flagstaff. Regardless of the sleep deprivation, regardless of the weather, regardless of what took place and what will take place, Tori and I always make time on Saturday morning to get breakfast together at Macy’s (our favorite coffee shop downtown). When I’m struggling to get through the week, it’s always something to look forward to; it gets me through the days when I’m sitting in front of my chemistry book ready to burst into tears. It’s something that I can predict, even when life is being an unpredictable asshole. The weeks where I’m busy from sunrise to sunset, making sweet memories (most likely captured on my polaroid), I still have a breakfast to reflect on the crazy 7 days I conquered. To look back on all of the accomplishments I achieved in those 168 hours. A reminder to grasp those 10,080 minutes in my hands and promise to never let them fly away. It’s a pat on the back because those 604,800 seconds I survived told me that there’s only good things to come in the future.

I think all of us human beings need a Saturday/Sunday morning breakfast tradition. Whether it be with your mom, dad, sister, brother, friend, colleague, that person who lives across the hall– make a tradition. We all need some eggs and avocado toast to keep us in check. To remind us that the tears we shed last night over some stupid boy (or girl) are nothing compared to these beautiful chocolate chip pancakes on our plate. To remind us that the embarassing shit we did last night when we were completely wasted can be giggled away over a strong cup of coffee. To remind us that the  8 page essay we spent all night writing is making this acai bowl taste that much better. And across the table sits your droopy eyed pal, who probably needs this tradition just as much as you do. Who may need a hug or a kiss on the cheek or maybe just a nice, warm breakfast.

You down?

Don’t Say The H Word!!

Don’t Say The H Word!!

H*****y A new year brings many new goals for people, most of which will be forgotten about within a week or two. I mean life is unpredictable & time is something we all could use a little more of, so I don’t blame anyone for […]

LOVE IS MITOSIS

LOVE IS MITOSIS

Maybe it’s the sleep deprivation. Or it could be the excessive black coffee in my veins. Or maybe it was that philosophy class I attended one time before switching out. I have no idea why I am typing this blog post. I do know that […]

Riley’s Cover Video

Riley’s Cover Video

Hey guys!!! Finally made a cover video after so many requests! Enjoy! The link is below!!

I HOPE YOU HAVE A HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVEN THOUGH IT’S NOT YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY

I HOPE YOU HAVE A HAPPY BIRTHDAY EVEN THOUGH IT’S NOT YOUR BIRTHDAY TODAY

It was on January 23rd that I celebrated my birthday– hold up– whoa whoa whoa– but wait a minute.. “Riley’s birthday isn’t on January 23rd… it’s on May 21st.” Exactly. The story takes place this past winter break. Riley, a fashion enthusiast, seized a few good […]

It Just.. Like.. Happens.

It Just.. Like.. Happens.

Once again, Ri is writing a pointless blog post about random ass thoughts that hopefully at least make a little sense?? (Be an angel please & ignore any bad grammar or typos) Isn’t it funny the way people can affect us without even trying? Or how […]

A DEEP INSIGHT ON THE STUDY OF GIRL CRUSHES

A DEEP INSIGHT ON THE STUDY OF GIRL CRUSHES

My intro can be summed up with: read on if you feel like it.

Okay, admit it. We all have girl crushes. I am not talking about a random “flawless” girl you saw on Instagram who immediately makes your entire body fill with jealousy. I’m referring to the girls whose personality& vibes shine through their smiles; the girls that you just want to be best friends with even though you hardly know them or may not know them at all. The girls that you swear if you met for coffee one day you’d immediately click, not in a romantic way, but in a i-swear-we’ve-know-each-other-our-entire-lives way. I admit it. I do have girl crushes. We all do. We all have people that we’d kill to be friends with. It’s funny though because we seem to be too scared to initiate anything. Isn’t it interesting that starting a friendship is just as nerve racking as starting a relationship? I think it all derives from the fear of being rejected. Regardless of who it is, rejection is rejection, thus it hurts no matter what. Not feeling adequate enough sucks- trust me, I know firsthand. This is probably why I have hesitated to initiate friendships, as well as relationships within my own life. I mean, what if the person doesn’t want to be my friend? What if I replied to the snapchat too fast? What if they think I’m weird for calling them “gorgeous” (obviously in a non-romantic way)? What if I seem super annoying? And then I wonder, are all us humans weird for thinking this hard about friendships? Aren’t they supposed to just happen naturally? Or are we missing out on the greatest memories of our lives by deciding to wait for the other person to make the first move? So many questions I’ll never have the answers to. I often laugh at myself because these “girl crushes” are random people I may have passed throughout the halls in high school or once met at a friend’s birthday party ten years ago, never speaking to again. And here I am, in college, far away, but still wanting to be friends. Like damn, I sound creepy. But when I talk to other girls about this, they have a lot of the same feelings. And the more I think about it, admiring other girls isn’t something to be ashamed of. Instead of disliking another girl because “I want to be her& I want her life”, why not try to surround yourself with these people& their happy, little universes? I think girl crushes are essential. Society is always telling girls to lift each other up, so admitting a girl crush is the perfect opportunity to do so! I mean if a random girl came up to you & proclaimed a girl crush, I’m sure you’d feel more honored than uncomfortable. So, as of 2017, I think we all need to be upfront about our girl crushes. I think we all need to confess to one another that “something tells me we could have a really bad ass friendship”. Maybe this entire blog post sounds silly to you, but there is at least some truth in it. I know at least one part of this post has to be relevant to your life. So if you’re picking up what I’m putting down, go make another girl’s day.

The Irwins Go Indie

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THE ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE STORY OF KARMA & BEANIE’S FIRST HIKE EVER

THE ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE STORY OF KARMA & BEANIE’S FIRST HIKE EVER

 After moving to Flagstaff 6 months ago, I discovered a new dream of mine. It was inspired by the plethora of dog & owner dates I’d watch every Saturday morning through a window at Macy’s European Coffeehouse. I suddenly knew what I wanted in life. I […]

Empty Wallet, Full Closet

Empty Wallet, Full Closet

Yes, I am passionate about a few too many things- but is it really that bad to find yourself fascinated by everything &very enthusiastic about life? I honestly don’t think so. Maybe I’m just trying to convince myself that I am somewhat normal. Who knows.

Well, one of those passions of mine are CLOTHES. Annndd most people can figure that out after seeing my wild closet. But I probably spend way less money on outfits than most people! I’m always looking for a bargain and cringe whenever I buy a piece over $20. I mean natural selection is real. A whole $20 can ensure survival for a broke college student for over two weeks! Every $1 is worth around $10 to us young adults. Soooo, I thought I’d give y’all a few tips of mine (obviously the best) on how to get the most of your clothes!!

1) DON’T LIMIT YOURSELF TO ONLY THE FEMALE SECTION:

Hey girls take advantage of cheaper guy clothes! For example, instead of buying a $50 T-shirt dress in the clearance section of Urban Outfitters (the only section of Urban I can sometimes afford), I bought a giant male T-shirt for $12 & made it into the snazzy dress in the picture at the bottom!! You’d never guess that if I hadn’t told you. I even had strangers come up to me &compliment it!! Secondly, male hats &socks can be cheaper, as well! I mean in the end it depends on the brand, but don’t hesitate to check just in case! (This one is specifically directed to the girls out there if you didn’t catch on!!)

2) CHECK THE CLOSEST OF YOUR FAMILY MEMBERS FIRST:

Even if you have to just “borrow” an item, it’s worth it! I found a vintage pair of REAL hence REAL Dr. Martens in my mom’s closet!! It truly was a beautiful moment! And she saw how much I enjoyed wearing the shoes, so she later gave them to me! Listen up kids, this is how you save time &money. Take advantage of all hand-me-downs instead of complaining that you want new stuff. It’s technically new to you, so who cares that someone wore it once or twice or two hundred times! If it’s not underwear, you are safe. I promise.

3) NO ONE KNOWS OR CARES WHERE YOU BOUGHT IT FROM:

No one is going to judge you for having a shirt from Walmart or a thrift store. Anyways, if you are actually embarrassed about where you shop, remember that no one is going to ever know if you don’t tell them. And honestly if you rock it, who cares where you bought the piece from? If anything, everyone will be jealous they can’t pull the look off the way you can!

4) BUY JEAN JACKETS AT THRIFT STORES:

During the time I worked at Levi’s, never once did our trucker jackets go on sale. And let me tell you, it would require you to take out a loan to purchase one of them at full price! Every person, male or female, needs a jean jacket, so here’s my solution for you: thrift store. Goodwill has great options for jean jackets!! Annnddd they are super inexpensive, thus you can add your own rips, patches, &do whatever the hell you want to it without having to worry about messing up! It’s much more fun to make things into your own! Go crazy kids!!

5) SEARCH THE WORLD FIRST:

“Search The World” sounds so inspirational, huh? Whether you search online or in-stores, check multiple places before you buy something! I go to Urban Outfitters, see what I want, then skip on over to Forever 21 to buy it. I know, it’s genius.

Well, I hope my advice helped at least 2.5 of y’all. If you take advice from Buzzfeed on Snapchat, then surely you can trust my word. And I also added a photo of Danny DeVito at the bottom because why not?

Um Why Is That Pizza Green?

Um Why Is That Pizza Green?

Before you judge the pizza for being green, you need to try it first. I mean isn’t that the polite thing to do? I always see such creative recipes on Pinterest, so I pin them. Buuuttt rather than attempt those recipes, I end up just […]

In a Holidaze

In a Holidaze

December 24th 5 P.M. Christmas has officially started (regardless of what the calendar says). December 24th 5:01 P.M. The anticipation is here- this is when it truly begins. December 24th 6:49 P.M. It’s tradition at my house to open one present this evening, but “just […]

The Farewell Friends

The Farewell Friends

Hello everyone. I’ve been using my blog to put down a lot of my random thoughts lately, so I apologize if anyone is annoyed! But when new obstacles & challenges block my path, words tend to come easy to me. And by writing them out, I can release these tangles in my brain & finally think clearly again…”so why not?” is what I’ve been telling myself. These posts are what I like to call “this took 10 minutes to write & you should probably waste 10 seconds reading it”

It’s funny the way friendships work. They can form within minutes- when you first meet someone and you suddenly feel like you’ve known them for a lifetime. Or they can take years- made up of small talk and quick glances, until you finally end up bonding over something silly. And they can end within seconds too- the moment someone loses their temper and in a heartbeat all the laughs and tears you shared are lost into the night. Or they can take years- you both slowly grow apart and the time spent with each other fades like the ink in an old pen, until you can no longer finish your story together. Like I said, friendship is funny. No friendship is quite the same. But I think that’s what makes each one a person acquires so important to them. Because it’s one of a kind, thus no one will ever be able to fully understand the special happiness you felt side-by-side or understand the deep pain you experienced when you were left in the cold. I’ve had many friends come and go over the years. And hell yes it hurts when a “good-bye for now” reveals itself as a “good-bye forever”. But as the wounds have healed, I’ve learned to appreciate the memories we’ve made, regardless of how it ended. The ending may have not been the same as your typical rom com movie, but the end shouldn’t even have a value. I mean who cares about the fall out? I don’t want to mask an incredible friendship with the part when we hit rock bottom. I don’t want to define the time we spent together as a mistake or classify it all as horrible. Because it wasn’t. That’d be a lie. The memories we’ve made are Tuesday afternoons I’ll always hold close to my heart. They are little moments I promise to always think about when I want to give up. They are flashes caught on my camera that will always make me smile. And all those scars you hear about in songs..you know the kind we reflect on with regret? I don’t see them as a permanent reminder of my mistakes. They are my permanent reminder that one day I went on an adventure. And maybe my pal is different now, but that’s okay. Because during our adventure, my pal was my pal. No strings attatched. I don’t care who they were before or who they became after. Because what matters is that we were friends. And I can’t thank my past friends enough for getting a taste of the world with me.

SMILE, YO

SMILE, YO

If you know me than you most definitely know that any well-trained doctor would diagnose me with an extreme case of the giggles. Or that I can’t keep a straight face for more than .2 seconds (the frowning Snapchat filter is the only way I can do […]

Just My Rant About Your Worth No Big Deal

Just My Rant About Your Worth No Big Deal

Hi, what’s up guys? So today I was waiting outside an office for a meeting and all of a sudden I felt the need to rant. But I had no one to rant to (unless you count the receptionist, but I didn’t want to interrupt […]

Ri’s Christmas Challenge

Ri’s Christmas Challenge

Okay so yes Christmas is about a lot of things- love, appreciation, family, cookies… But lets face it. We can’t act like Christmas has nothing to do with presents (as much as our grateful selves try to convince everyone). Presents are one of my favorite parts of the holidays! Why should I lie about that? I love unleashing my creative side when I make gifts from scratch and buying silly gifts for my friends that I know we’ll still be laughing about a year from now! Most of all, I looooovvve watching the faces of people when they open their presents! Smiles are contagious and y’all know I have a thing for smiling.

The real struggle comes when you are trying to buy that special someone a present. You already have to get them something for their birthday, Valentine’s Day, your anniversaries, possibly Easter,  St. Patrick’s Day if you’re super Irish, and those random reminders you care about them every  few Wednesdays or so. That is a lot. And to make each gift one up the last, now that’s a whole other story that I don’t want to break your heart telling, so I will not and spare you some tissue (also saving the planet at the exact same time hell yeah). And then you find yourself at the mall unsure whether to get them the 5 million dollar watch or 5 dollar stuffed bear that’s wearing an ugly sweater. First world problems am I right.

Well, every year  I love doing Christmas Angels (because I absolutely looovvee presents). And to all you folks who have no idea what I am talking about: go to your local walmart right this second and grab one of the cards from the Christmas trees in the front of the store. Then you will know what I am talking about. So back to the point, I have a challenge for you 13. 7 readers of mine.

Ri’s Christmas Challenge (I put my name in front to make it seem official):

Instead of buying your girlfriend, boyfriend, husband, wife, tinder match, 7th grade facebook spouse, or even just your best friend  a present this year, do a Christmas Angel together. Make a fun date out if it. Y’all always seem to be looking for new date ideas! And what is more special than creating memories together? I guarantee you no gift can beat that. And no 5 million dollar watch or 5 dollar stuffed bear wearing an ugly sweater can beat the  huge smile on a child’s face as they see that Santa did come this year.  What I like to do is figure out around how much money you both were going to spend on each other (whether it’s $15 or $100) and both match that amount. Then put it together, head on over to the store, and look for the trees! And if you want to go above and beyond, choose a card towards the back of the tree. I know that kid that card belongs to in the back will reeeaaallllly appreciate that.

Every person who does this will add up. Even if it’s just two of you. That’s two more Christmas trees that won’t be bare. Or even if you don’t do it, but just learn that Christmas Angels do exist and happen to notice them next time you’re picking up groceries, I’m cool with that! But hey, I hope a few of you take this idea to heart. It’s something I’ve been doing for years now and have found that turning it into a date with your squad or your really good “friend” is a lot of fun! Trust me on this one.

I was going to end this post with a “Happy Holidays”, but then I realized I am better than that, so I’m leaving your here with a great Christmas pun instead:

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ED & Me

ED & Me

People are obsessed with food. We talk about food, we bond over food, we take pictures of food and post them for the world to see, we read about food, we wear food, we personalize our food, we fight over food beliefs. But what if […]

HYDRO HOOPLA

HYDRO HOOPLA

In order to complete the transition from high school wannabe to kool kollege kid, every individual must make a purchase that is normally between $25 and $40 (no, this is not including the cost of tuition). This purchase is how one can finally feel like […]

How To Holiday With A College Student Budget Phase 2

How To Holiday With A College Student Budget Phase 2

Warning: There are high levels of sarcasm throughout this blog post. Please proceed with caution.

Well guys, it is still holiday time!!! And I still have no money!!!! I am sure many of you can relate (or at least are cautious spenders). Once again, I am here to heroically save the day! How (you are probably not asking)? I am going to pretend you did ask eagerly and tell you how. One word: PARTY. Just because you’re a little tight on cash doesn’t mean you should miss out on all the fun. It is ABSOLUTELY possible to throw a Christmas party on a college budget. Lemme show ya how itz dun:

  1. My first advice to you is to throw an “Ugly Sweater Party”. If you don’t have an old, dorky sweater in the back of your closet, drive on down to Goodwill. $5 later… you have your outfit! No need to spend a million dollars on some fancy smancy clothes. (Dude I just saved you a million dollars)
  2. Secondly, do a white elephant gift exchange! If you don’t know what that is, I promise Google will have all the answers you need. But basically you only have to buy one insanely cool yet strange $15 gift and you’re set! That saves you approximately $49087261 that you’d normally spend buying gifts for your 7824913 facebook friends. You can thank me later.
  3.  This is my most brilliant idea yet… *insert anticipation* … a BYOE party! In case you aren’t familiar with this term, it stands for “Bring Your Own Everything”. Have your guests bring everything. Like everything. Their own food, drinks, cups, plates, entertainment, shoes, oxygen, toilet, everything. Sounds fair enough to me. Am I right or am I right?
  4. Fourth, throw your party at someone else’s house! Now you no longer have to worry about damage to your belongings or liability if someone dies! Better yet, if your party gets boring, you can leave!!! Hell yeah! It’s gonna be a stress free kind of night!!! *raises the roof*
  5. Dog= cheap entertainment. Simple math.
  6. Save all the food that is left at the end of the night and use it as next week’s meals! Or right when the party starts, casually stuff enough food to last you a week or two in some plastic containers!!!! Genius.
  7. Lastly, download the free fireplace app on your phone. That’s free Christmas spirit. And maybe you can get away with turning down the heat if people think you’ve got a fireplace running (that’ll save you a couple bucks).

    I hope my advice helps as much as the advice in my last post (Phase 1) did. In all honesty you’d be crazy not to try any of these amazing ideas. Especially since it’s coming from a Christmas expert.

Phase Two of “How to Holiday” is complete. 

This Is My Bully

This Is My Bully

Outside was basically a hurricane. I am a foreigner to all weather conditions other than dry heat, so I’m probably being a little dramatic. I apologize for this. But I guarantee it was at least sprinkling. I met with an old friend for coffee. At first […]

How To Holiday With A College Student Budget Phase 1

How To Holiday With A College Student Budget Phase 1

  Warning: There are high levels of sarcasm throughout this blog post. Please proceed with caution. It is officially the most wonderful time of the year! It was all fun and games until I opened up my wallet only to find a few coins, a Forever […]

"RUNNING SUCKS"

"RUNNING SUCKS"

Most people refer to me as “crazy” because I run on my own will and I FRICKIN LOVE IT. I wasn’t born a runner. I wasn’t born with this magical desire to run. I am not  a “natural” at running either. Don’t get me wrong, those things would have been preeettyyy nice (not to mention they would have spared me a great deal of blood, sweat, and tears), but eh life just doesn’t work that way *insert the shrugging of my shoulders*. I’d be a very happy college student if I had a quarter for every time someone has complained “I wish running was fun” or “I wish I liked torturing myself” or my absolute favorite… “I wish I could run”. Um… hey.. move your legs back and forth quickly. OHMYGOD that is incredible!!! You’re running!!! Look, if you have the ability to move your legs as such, take advantage of it. I know some people would kill to be able to do that, as well as even have the option to complain about running (I apologize for my rant, but c’mon guys you need to be grateful). I believe running should not be a form of punishment, but that doesn’t change the fact it is.

This is why you probably hate running:

1) You are running for the wrong reasons. If you don’t want to run, then how can you expect to ever enjoy it? If you aren’t feeling it today, don’t force yourself to run out of obligation. Run because you want to run. Simple as that.

2) You run on a treadmill. Let’s be real here. Are you realistically going to enjoy running 3 miles in place? I mean I’m sure the view of a wall or a bunch of other smelly, tired people is fantastic, but is there really much to see after like 15 seconds?  Not really. Special shout out to all you walls and smelly, tired people at the gym who are reading my blog. Being on a machine for an hour at the same pace with all that stupid data about your performance is soooooooo boring. You can run on a treadmill once in a while, but please don’t ONLY run on a treadmill and  expect it to be a party for you!!!

3) You run alone. Every now and then I choose to go for a jog by myself because it’s an awesome way to clear my mind and have some alone time. Hooowweevveerr, running with your friends can still be a stress reliever. Find a buddy, particularly one who won’t complain about exercising the whole time, and go on a run! Having someone to talk to or at least having another human presence nearby makes a huge difference.

4) You are all about the numbers. Dude, stop looking at your watch. Stop looking at your pace. Stop looking at how far you’ve ran. Stop looking at how many minutes you’ve ran. Just stop. Look at nature, not numbers. Running shouldn’t be about any statistics. I don’t even bring my watch half the time because it’s easy to get caught up in all the number crap, which can completely ruin the experience.

5) You don’t properly hydrate. If you haven’t drank anything but coffee for the last two days, running will suck. Get some H20 in ya system asap.

6) You run on an empty stomach. I get it, you don’t want cramps. But you need energy to run! There’s a bunch of science behind it, but to sum it up, your body prefers to use carbohydrates for fuel. Help your body out a bit, and it will help you in return.

7) You need to change it up. Okay, so you decided to trade the treadmill for the sidewalk and the track. Still miserable? Find a trail or something semi-interesting. Change your course daily. Better yet, don’t even have a course. Run up a mountain then run in a park then run in a forest then run somewhere you’ve never been (just don’t get lost)! Routine is not the key. Run at 6:52 am, run at 12:36 pm, run at 8:21 pm, try it all! If you like running when it’s hot, go for it. If you like the cold better, that’s cool too (puns ha). Don’t limit yourself to a specific time and place. Less structure can be a lot more fun.

8) You are out of shape. No one is born in shape. You have to work for it. But hard work will pay off if you take care of yourself properly. I bet you think you’re more out of shape than you actually are anyways. People complain about how they can’t run anymore  within 2 minutes of starting. First of all, I recommend warming-up before attempting to run a marathon. It’s completely up to you what a warm-up means; it can be a  10 minute  jog or a slow mile or whatever works best! After the jog, do some stretching, get a drink of water, take a breather, and then begin. You’ll never know  you have a second wind if you never hit your first.

9) Your outfit is trash. If you don’t like your exercising clothes, then buy some new ones. Yes, Nike is expensive, but TJ Maxx and Ross have stylish, comfy exercising clothes at affordable prices! Running is more of a mental sport than a physical sport. If your confident with your looks, it’s more likely you’ll be confident in your ability. Don’t sike yourself out. Also, buy quality running shoes. Just do it (no pun intended).

10) This isn’t really a reason, but stopping at number 9 felt very odd. You may continue to scroll down.

All in all, it’s okay to think running sucks and it’s okay to hate the thought of ever doing it. I mean who can blame you since it was probably your punishment in PE and sports throughout your childhood. Running has been engraved in our heads as a bad thing (thanks society). But please don’t let a few mistakes or misconceptions be the reason you miss out on something that could potentially be amazing.

Lose The Attitude For Some Gratitude

Lose The Attitude For Some Gratitude

Three cheers if you hate writing essays! Three cheers if you used to like writing until school happened to you!! Three cheers if you used to like writing until your teacher pointed out all the reasons your paper sucks!!! Three cheers if your teacher would […]

The Girl With The Avocado Tattoo

The Girl With The Avocado Tattoo

As many of you know, last May (18th birthday yay adulthood!!) I got my first tattoo! The amount of comments I’ve gotten since then… ha ha there’s been a whole lot. I’ve been asked why I have a pear on my leg. I’ve had people […]

THAT’S FLAN-TASTIC

THAT’S FLAN-TASTIC

One of my favorite things to throw on before walking out the door is definitely a flannel! I have a variety of colors and styles and it takes like 0 seconds to find one that will match my outfit (because they match EVERYTHING). I buy them at the most random stores in both the guy’s and girl’s section…NO SHAME because all flannels should be treated equally!! It’s so funny because in Flagstaff you see herds of people wearing flannels. If you don’t have at least one in your closet, you’re not a real lumberjack. Here are five reasons why you should have what’s unique this week:

  1. They complete an outfit!! Flannels look good with absolutely anything whether you’re going for the fancy, casual, or potato sack look. You can wear them year-round during spring, summer, winter, fall (aka autumn for all you fancy pants). And if it gets hot outside, you can just tie it around your waist, and BAM you are still stylish!
  2. They are like giant blankets!! First of all, who doesn’t love blankets with sleeves?? Flannels are snuggies you can where in public!
  3. You put one on and… you’re basically a 90’s kid.
  4. Size is as irrelevant as Paris Hilton’s singing career (actually Paris Hilton in general). Big, small, cropped, long, you will look great!
  5. You can buy flannels just about anywhere! Find them at the thrift store for $5 or one of those designer stores for $200, so I’d say you’ve got a few options.

If that isn’t flan-tastic enough for you, you need to reevaluate your life.

 

Happy 16 Years From Becoming President

Happy 16 Years From Becoming President

Hey everyone!!!! Today is Dylan’s 19th date of birth soooooo SHOUT OUT TO HIM!! 21 years away from living in the White House! Instead of hurling a million page biography of our last two and a half years together at you all, I’m just going […]

Dry Shampoo And I Are Pretty Tight

Dry Shampoo And I Are Pretty Tight

The item I chose for this week is none other than DRY SHAMPOO! I never used it because it would always leave flakes in my hair (I was afraid people would think it’s dandruff). But then on a magical day (Wednesday to be exact) in a magical place (TJ […]

Look For The Leaping Bunny

Look For The Leaping Bunny

I am not going to show you pictures of neglected animals who were tested on. I am not going to write page after page claiming how bad of a person you are for using these products. I am not going to lecture you, guilt you, or point fingers.

I mean we’ve all used these products before, regardless if we knew about the testing or not. And there is nothing to be ashamed of. Some of us may have not realized the mass amount of brands that test on animals, while others may have known, but their choices were influenced by time, money, sentiments, or simply convenience. And that is okay. Life can be a handful. There’s always something going on and something that needs to be done. I get that.

However, I think the first step to a great change lies within the knowledge of people. Before any action can take place, eliminating the ignorance on the subject is necessary. So here I am today, not telling you to do anything, but instead just giving you a list. What you choose to do with this list is your choice. You can think about it, use it next time you go shopping, or exit out of my blog and never think about this article again. It is 100% your choice.

Here are a few brands that test on animals:

Cosmetics and Haircare

Avon
Bobbi Brown
Covergirl
Estée Lauder
Head & Shoulders
L’Oréal
M.A.C. Cosmetics
Mary Kay
Maybelline
Pantene
Revlon
stila
TRESemmé

Self-Care Products

Almay
Aquafresh
Aveeno
Caress
ChapStick
Clean & Clear
Coppertone
Dove
Johnson & Johnson
Kiehl’s
Listerine
Old Spice
Pampers
Secret
St. Ives
Vaseline 
Vicks

Household Products

Arm & Hammer
Clorox
Comet
Febreze
Glade 
Lysol
Tide
Windex

There are still a variety of companies that do not test on animals including: Trader Joe’s, Too Faced Cosmetics, Lush, Bath and Body Works, Aveda, Urban Decay, wet n wild, etc.

If you aren’t sure if a product is cruelty-free or not, then look for the leaping bunny logo  on its packaging (pictured on the bottom of this page). Also, here is a link that might be helpful:

http://features.peta.org/cruelty-free-company-search/index.aspx

Don’t be hard on yourself if you use some of these products. You aren’t perfect, I’m not perfect, humans aren’t perfect. Making one little swap is making a difference. Just walking around a little less ignorant on this subject is making a difference. So if you have finished reading this blog post, no pressure. You are officially a part of a revolution (P.S. This is not the same revolution I was referring to in my scented markers post!).

 

 YO LISTEN UP:

Burt’s Bees doesn’t test on animals, but the brand is owned by Clorox, a company that isn’t cruelty-free… hmmm interesting.

Smell Your Way To Happiness

Smell Your Way To Happiness

Okay the item this week may seem kind of weird… *drum roll* SCENTED MARKERS!!!!! But hey it’s the little quirky stuff that make life more fun and interesting! I have two different brands of markers: Mr. Sketch and Crayola (both of which are great and you […]

I Think You Should Know

I Think You Should Know

One out of three women and one out of four men are on a diet at any given time. One half of fourth graders are on a diet. In 1970, the average girl started to diet at age 14. In 1990, the average age dropped […]

TIME TO RAISE THE BAR

TIME TO RAISE THE BAR

The item this week is my favorite snack in the whole wide world. The Larabar. It was love at first sight. Yes, they can be a little pricey, but there are always coupons available and it is waaaaay cheaper than your daily Starbucks. Here are 5 reasons you need to treat yourself to a Larabar (I am keeping it simple because I shouldn’t have to convince you to try them)

  1. First of all, there are over 20 different flavors, so it’s impossible to get burnt out. Whether I am craving something fruity or something chocolately, there’s always an option out there. I bet you thought it couldn’t get better, but…. they even have a peanut butter and jelly bar!
  2. There are seasonal flavors: pumpkin pie, snickerdoodle, and gingerbread!!!!! I can’t begin to explain how happy seasonal things make me.
  3. They are still cheaper than most bars like Quest, Zone, and RX.
  4. You can pronounce all the ingredients! In other words, it is all-natural!! Yayy!!!
  5. They just taste SO. DAMN. GOOD.

Please enjoy this slideshow of an exceptional chihuahua named Frodo & an exceptional food named Larabar.

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Ques-twins & Answers

Ques-twins & Answers

Trust me, I already know that is a clever pun.

Putty, Please.

Putty, Please.

Okay guys I’m not exaggerating when I say you should invest $10-15 in what most of you are going to assume is a child’s toy.  Soooo read the rest of this before you judge me. I am apologizing now for my excessive use of exclamation […]

H-ALOE-LUJAH

H-ALOE-LUJAH

We all know aloe vera for the wonderful cooling sensation it leaves on your sunburnt skin, but I swear this substance is more magical than you think.

Here are 5 reasons you need to spend $2.99:

  • Even if you don’t have a sunburn it’s still an amazing moisturizer. Aloe Vera is not greasy at all, so no reason to fear oily-skin sufferers. I use it on my face almost every night!
  • It’s a great aftershave.
  • It can prevent & heal acne! H-ALOE-LUJAH! It has many antibacterial properties that reduce redness & itching. It can unclog the pores and kill bacteria! Sounds pretty sweet to me.
  • It can prevent wrinkles!!
  • It’s the perfect excuse to go to Trader Joes… aka the best place ever.

My sister bought the Trader Joe’s brand aloe vera gel after getting a really bad sunburn during a vacation in California last summer. Due to my empty wallet hashtag college life, I tried it as acne cream one night (after reading about its many uses online) & the next morning I woke up to a clear face! It was honestly a miracle. You all deserve that same miracle.

 

The Worst First Blog Post You’ll Ever Read

The Worst First Blog Post You’ll Ever Read

Hi everyone! This is exciting, yet very awkward because I am not famous and I have no fans. I read that my first blog post is supposed to be interesting & intriguing so people will read my future blog posts, but why would I spend […]