Day 16: Memoir Titles

16. Think of some possible (humorous or serious) titles for your memoir if you were to write one.

#1 Where is the ‘edit’ button on this life?

#2 Who have a life, when I can have Netflix instead?

#3 Welcome to the ProcrastiNATION

#4 Binge-watching, Napping, and Pizza Eating: Stories of Avoiding Responsibility

#5 Couch Potato: Lover of Couches and Potatoes


Day 15: Scroll through your Favorites on Tumblr and share some of the best/funniest posts.

Day 15: Scroll through your Favorites on Tumblr and share some of the best/funniest posts.

If I had to do this post again in a few months, it’d be entirely different, even though the Tumblr addiction is fading. I wish they weren’t links, but I’m lazy and like to source things. Posting early tonight. #so #damn #accurate #foreverreblog #corymatthewsismyspiritanimal #hif #bestuseofcaptions #besttinyhand #reallife #breakingbad


Day 14: Fears

Day 14: You can tell a lot about a person by looking at what scares them. Name a few times in your life where you were truly terrified.

There are two ways to go about this post. Pretty easily, I can rattle off a list of irrational fears I encounter on a daily basis. Like this:

1. Walking up the stairs in the middle of the night with the lights off. “Oh god, what is going to be at the top of the stairs when I get up there? What is something is following me up the stairs, better go faster.”

2. The steps between the bathroom and my bedroom at night. “Better hurry up and get back in that bedroom before something runs out from the end of the hallway. There, now close that door as fast as possible for safety.”

3. Looking out a dark window at night. “Don’t stare too long, a face might appear.”

4. Um, night-time in general. All of it.

Or, I could talk about actual things to be afraid of. Like this:

I fear being a failure. I am so afraid of messing up that I’d rather not even try most of the time. How messed up is it to be so afraid of failure that you sabotage your own success? I’m not sure if that says more about me, or more about the world we live in.

Hilary Duff is my daily inspiration.

Day 13: College

Day 13: What’s your best memory from college?

This is a really simple question for me because the answer’s really simple too. Anytime I was in the library, anytime we were hiding out in a narnia study room, anytime we were still camped out in a study room at 2:00 A.M., anytime we got so exhausted we took to the floors to recuperate. Those are my best memories from college. I made best friends out of those moments, went though some of the most dramatic scenes of my life, and laughed so hard I could barely breathe.

I remember one time, it was just me and Kristi, and we were furiously writing papers right around finals time. We were both on the struggle bus that night, and then I had the brilliant idea to set us a timer. I set my phone to sound an alarm (like, a blaring “This is not a drill!” alarm) after every fifteen minutes, and we promised ourselves that we’d have at least another 100 words by the time the timer went off. And it worked, it really worked. It also scared us half to death every time the alarm went off. Maybe it’s just the nostalgia, but it feels like quintessential college to me. And if anyone ever makes a movie of my life, I want that scene in it, non-negotiable.

Honorable library moment mentions to:

1. That time when I fell out of my chair and just stayed on the ground because I was completely done with life.
2. That time when Aimee made the biggest scene in the history of Joyner.
3. All the times we made up games for the sake of procrastination.

Day 12: The One That Got Away

Day 12: Out of everyone you’ve ever dated or crushed on, who do you consider “the one that got away”—the one you put on a pedestal and compare every other girl/guy to?

For there to be a true “one who got away,” I think there first has to be a “one.” I’ve never had a serious relationship or an actual “one,” so this blog post is going to have a different spin, and I’m going to tell a little story. 

For the sake of anonymity, and knowing that the person this is about could read it, it’s going to be pretty devoid of details. But the message is there. I’ve said that I don’t have a “one that got away,” but I do regret not taking a chance with someone. I’d known this person for a while at the time, and we were strictly just friends. As far as I was concerned, there were absolutely no romantic intentions from either of us. Yet, there was this one time. Nothing happened, but we did have a moment. The moment where you catch yourself looking into each other’s eyes, everything gets quiet, and something just clicks. At that point, we both knew a kiss was imminent, it was just that moment.

But we didn’t. 

It’s been a few years, and we’re not friends anymore. But I still regret not going for it in that moment, and finding out what could have been. No, he’s not “the one that got away,” but he is the one I never gave a chance to. And that kind of sucks.

Day 11: Numerology

Day 11: Do your numerology here. Find your Life Path and your Attitude numbers, and write about whether or not you think they’re accurate.

My lifepath number is THREE.

THREES communicate in all areas: written word and verbal. Writers, radio broadcasters, actors, singers, performers, counselors. They are the natural comedian. They can be manic depressive if they do not use their creative energy and tend to exaggerate the truth. Known for their trademark smile, eyes and voice.

I’d say that’s fairly accurate? I don’t consider myself a writer in the traditional sense of the word, but writing/communicating/talking are huge parts of my life. One way or another, my career will revolve around it. The exaggeration bit? Dead on.

My attitude number is TWO.

The 2 Attitude is easy going. They are very good observers. They’re also drawn to anything regarding psychic ability, and often may experience déjà vu. It is not uncommon for them to have a dream that comes true. They are in touch with their intuition and the metaphysical side of life. They do have compassion for people and are fascinated with people’s stories. They are seldom bored.

Uhh, I don’t agree with this one as much. I don’t think anyone would describe me as easygoing. I’m pretty high-strung. I also most people would say that I”m the opposite of compassionate. Not that I’m cold, it just takes awhile with me. And I’m bored alllllll the time. But this attitude number is right about the pyschic ability stuff. I do have déjà vu a lot, and I did pick this question, so that says something right. I completely believe in pyshics, intuition, fate, and spirit. I think most anyone who looks up their numerology probably is though, so I don’t know how specific that is to me.


Day 10: Names

Day 10: It happens to the best of us: you meet someone, they tell you their name, and you automatically make assumptions about them based on the one piece of information they’ve offered. What names cause you to develop preconceived notions about people?

Starting with the positive, I have a thing about the name Josh. I don’t think I’ve ever met a Josh that I didn’t have a crush on. I dated one for a little while too. It’s like a Mean Girls thing: I don’t like boys ’cause they’re named Josh. They’re named Josh ’cause I like them. “J” names in particular are my favorite. I automatically assume good things from people named “Josh”. I like old names (Walter, George, Frances, Agatha, Stella, Henry). If you have an old sounding name, I automatically assume you’re a pretty cool person because clearly, your parents were.

On to negative names, and an exception to my love of “J” names: Jared. Jared is my least favorite name (Dustin is right there with it though). I know there are lovely Jareds in the world (Jared Padalecki, ahem), but I am not a fan of that name. I have bad memories of kid’s named Jared from middle school, just the worst, and they’ve forever robbed that name of any goodness. Other names with bad vibes: Girl “B” names were everywhere in high school and they always seems like they must have been the popular girl (Brielle, Brianna, Blair, Bethany, Bianca, Bella). Everybody knows those names they were really common in high school, where there were three and four of them per class? Those were never my favorite, and I’m happy that I only had that problem once or twice.