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Random Acts of Kindness Make a Difference!

I watched this video today, and it got me thinking about random acts of kindness. If you can, each day, try to do at least one random act of kindness a day. It doesn’t have to be a big thing that you do (hold some doors, help someone carry their groceries!), but anything you do for another being counts! It will bring so much joy and fulfillment to your life to know that you were part of something much greater than just the self!

What random acts of kindness have you done today?
Comment below! 🙂

Long Nails, DON’T CARE? Think Again!

As I had bitten my nails down as far as they could go, I came to the conclusion that this crap needed to change. I had been wanting to grow my nails out for a very long time and had successfully done so a couple some weeks ago, but then final exams came around and made me return right back to my old coping ways: nail biting. It’s an excruciating habit. So the other day I purchased faux nails to attach to the ones that I already have in hopes of giving my real nails a break. I had first attempted doing that for prom during my senior year but managed to lose half of them by the middle of the night (needless to say it was a tremendously unsuccessful attempt). However, I was willing to give them another go for the sake of a long term goal of quitting for good. And behold, this time they stuck like they were Gorilla Glued. The difficulty now is getting used to these darn claws. Not even when I grew my nails out didn’t I have such long ones, and I’m beginning to realize the (unexpected) struggles that come with this fad.

1. Sleeping in a comfortable position. I’m so used to sleeping on my belly and side that I instinctually put my hands under the pillow beneath my head. But if I do that with these, I swear, I may even crack off one of my real nails in the process. Not to say that the glue doesn’t do its job, but after the work it was to match and secure these things perfectly, I’d hope that I wouldn’t lose them sleeping, of all things.


2. My Candy Crush has officially been put on hold. Yes, it’s true. Yesterday, I wanted to forcefully chuck my phone at a wall and then physically break it into a million microscopic pieces with a sledgehammer, because every single time I would try to move a candy (or attempt to, more like), the game would try to move it somewhere else (NOT IN THE DIRECTION I SWIPED) or it would pretend that I clicked the one next to it. When I’d say black, it would say white. The same, impossible level with the added bonus of an uncooperative screen and talons that make the game no easier…So the crush is officially over.


3. Applying makeup in the intention of it not looking like something out of a horror movie. Can you say streaks everywhere? I don’t think anyone has hoped that their everyday look may actually make their face look worse. I can only hope that all these makeup brushes that I’ve acquired over the years won’t fail me now! I’m depending on it.



4. Guess I’m not putting my hair up anytime soon. Hair ties aren’t good friends of these faux nails. I’d be lucky to accomplish a messy bun with these bad boys, but hey, the only time I really put my hair up is when I have the intention of working out. I think I’ll survive that struggle. I guess I’ll be keeping the hair long and curly for a while, not that I mind!!



5. No pants dance, it is. I mean think about it. We already don’t like putting our pants on, and now my nails give me a legitimate excuse not to. How am I ever supposed to button a pair of jeans with these, or even pull them on? Dresses and skirts are better suited for Summer, anyway! 😉



What are the unexpected struggles that you endure with fake nails?


Our Lives in Boxes: The Struggle of College Living Transitions

There’s something unsettling (no pun intended) about getting comfortable in a college living space only to realize that, within a year, you will pack your belongings, your most loved possessions, in boxes once more as if they have no permanent residence in your life. You take all these things that you love and that define the significant themes of your life and carry them with you, from one dorm to another, from one apartment to the next. They don’t have time to grow dust, to indent our furniture. Are their inabilities to mold to the surfaces of our lives what keep them significant, like unopened Christmas presents, waiting patiently under a tree to be revealed, touched, made useful? Do they keep our lives from back home fresh within our memory, rejuvenating our thoughts on family get togethers and hometown reminiscence, simply because we reopen them each year with fresh eyes and new surroundings, adding familiarity to the strangeness of new walls? What about revealing these sentimental things each year keeps them alive?

The Moment of Truth: Positive Outcomes out of Negative Circumstances

6 hours in the Apple Store backing up my laptop that crapped out, running out to buy an external hard drive (on my emergency card, nonetheless) so the employees wouldn’t so kindly take the opportunity to delete about 5 years of my life in homework assignments, vacation pictures, photography, important notes, and documents, manually dragging every folder because the employee I was receiving assistance from “couldn’t find the problem” files that kept hindering the process of backing up my computer, and insisted on taking a massively long “15 minute” break, and because of that, not eating or using the bathroom for 9 hours straight. I had so much fun that day, I think I could scream. In every apple employee’s ear. Until they all feel the intense ringing I was enduring in mine. Sorry for the run on, but I was running on fumes.

But today, of course, I am feeling much, much better. The ringing has gone away, as I have slept enough to get over the pain, and I finally have my laptop back after a couple of days of it being in repair. Thankfully, it works better than it did before, which is always a good thing, and it is practically a clean slate, untouched. I’ve just started to put my most important files back onto my computer, and I was able to preserve the writing that I had done for the past couple of years on my external, so no hard work was lost. Although it was a stressful, seemingly impossible experience, I am thankful that I got the most important things off of my old hard drive before the store’s closing time, and managed to get it repaired on such a timely basis. When there is a will, there is a way, and this week has proved just that. If my laptop can self implode during finals week and not give me a panic attack, I’m pretty sure I’m indestructible. I’m made of steel or something. Or maybe just my nerves are.

But either way, the lesson of the day is to do whatever you can. Don’t give up when times feel impossible. Some things can be prevented or made into better situations with a little persistence and optimism. Don’t give up when you’re climbing the hill, because there will be times when you won’t have to struggle to climb longer, when you can just let go and let life take its course. There will be times you won’t have to push so hard to move forward, and those times are worth the struggle that precedes.

Strange to Think That the Roles have Reversed.


As a kid, parents and relatives will always tell you that “school should come first”. School should always come first, before socialization, leisure, and everything else. I find that agreeable. But what about when your obligations for school take away your ability to enjoy leisure and to pursue your own activities? What is the wise advice to give in that situation?

As most of us college students realize, finals week is looming around the corner, and we’re all saddling up to get our acts together for those big, stressful, coffee-filled days. But as those days approach, crawling closer by the hour, I can feel my anxiousness rising within me. It’s not even because of the exams, because believe it or not, I don’t suffer half as much during exam weeks in comparison to those who surround me, with their racked up history courses, 18 credit hours, and needy minimum wage jobs barking at them to keep their hours in check. Now it may seem minimal to others who may not relate, but during these weeks, all of my creative freedom and inspiration is diminished. I go from a right brainer to a hardcore left brainer in a few days, which throws off my ability to write, for one thing. I can feel it right now, actually. I spent my whole morning staring, glaring at the empty post form in front of me, and weirdly, I did not know what to say. When have the roles reversed? When has school begun to project its fury upon my creative outlets?

This has become a common thing for me, by the end of the semester and the completion of each college year specifically. By then, I’m just trying to crank out the last few projects and assignments and, if all goes well, exceed during exam week. It’s like my creative pursuits no longer exist in my world. Which leads me to my next point, for those who read these regularly and count on my daily posts. Please forgive me if I become absent in this coming week, week and a half. My head will be so far into my textbooks that I won’t be able to do anything else until my work and courses feel complete and I am satisfied with the effort I’ve put forth. My efforts will be contributed full-force to my education and not much else. However, despite taking courses in this coming Summer as well as working at the gym I’ve been longing to return to since I’ve left for sophomore year, once I finish my courses for this semester, I will have large amounts of time and inspiration to throw onto this page for you guys. I’ll definitely have a lot more to say, seeing as how lately I’ve resorted to keeping my mouth shut about certain situations in my life that I am dying to discuss on here once I’ve escaped this….living situation I’ve found myself in. Trust me when I tell you, I will be an open book once the storm has passed.