MoodyMonday #27

Mood: Like I owe you guys an apology

Holy cow, you take a break from WordPress for a while and all of a sudden everything changed. The whole website is different. But, I can handle it. No worries.

I know, I haven’t written any posts in a while (like in a long while). I don’t know what happened. Okay, I do. Life happened. Okay, maybe laziness happened. Writing five posts a week is just too much I’ve realized. All of a sudden I dreaded writing new posts and before I knew it I stopped altogether.
But because I really do believe you should learn from your mistakes I’m trying again. I won’t be writing five posts a week anymore. But don’t worry, the themes stay! I really want to at least write one post every week (when I’m feeling funky I’ll write more). Things might be a bit different or maybe you don’t even care. All that matters is that I want to start writing again. This week I might still be figuring some things out and make some changes, but next week sh*ts about to go down!

For the people who actually felt like I abandoned them, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you.
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Have a nice Monday.

MoodyMonday #26

Mood: Doing a barrel roll (and not the fun kind)

Today is not a good day. I’m the type of person that doesn’t like to sit still for too long. I’m always moving around, even when I’m asleep. I’m a mess in bed. And apparently you’re not supposed to whip and nae nae when you’re asleep. (For the people who don’t know what that means, basically my parents, it’s like Gangnam style but more fun. Google it!)
This is what happened: I woke up in the middle of the night mid-twist and could feel this nerve/muscle/sinew (is that what you call it? It sounds disgusting) in my shoulder just pop. It just kind of made this popping sound and all of a sudden I couldn’t move.
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Truth be told, this isn’t the first time this happened. It happened twice before and it’s a total nightmare. It hurts like hell. I know I sound like a big cry baby, but every move I make I can feel that thing in my shoulder shooting electric shocks to my brain! You know those fake gums your friend used to give you and when you pulled one out it shocked you? Or those stupid pens? That’s what it feels like every time I move. No, it’s not funny!
So now I’m in bed and have to do this barrel roll every time I want to get out to go to the bathroom. I really think I hate my bladder more than I hate this thing in my shoulder right now.
But don’t worry. Like I said, it happened before, it will be probably be over in three days or so. Your prayers are always welcome though!

Have a nice Monday.

PS. I know, I didn’t write any posts last week. I’m so sorry. I just didn’t feel like writing and I don’t want to write these forced posts that don’t make sense and probably suck. I hope that the pain I’m feeling right now makes up for it. Karma really is a b*tch!

MoodyMonday #25

Mood: Annoyed

“What do you do?”
“I’m a student.”
“Really, what do you study?”
“Film and literary sciences, specializing in literature.”
“So you just watch movies and read books all day?”
“Actually, it’s a lot more than that.”
“But you do watch movies and read books, right?”
“Well, yes, but…”
“So basically everyone could do it? I mean, I read books and watch movies all the time.”
“It doesn’t exactly work like that.”
“Oh, please. You’re just wasting your education. What can you do once you finish, huh?”

Always the same conversation. I know I’m not the only student who has to deal with these type of questions. We live in a world where everything is about getting a job and earning more money. We’re not allowed to do something for fun or just because it’s interesting. No, everything we do needs to be part of some bigger plan. It’s all to get that job or promotion. We’re not allowed to just take a breath and enjoy life. We always need to focus on the next step. We always need to move forward.

“I want to be a writer.”
“Yeah right. Let me guess, you’re going to be the next J.K. Rowling?”
“Actually, I am.”
“Ha, just stick to your books. You need a real education so you can get a REAL job.”
“Being a writer is a real job.”
“Keep on dreaming kid.”

Why is me wanting to be a writer not a valid dream? Why is it okay for kids to want to be a lawyer, but it isn’t okay for me to want to be a writer? I’ve been blessed with two amazing parents who support me in living my life the way I want it to, but that didn’t stop my school from pushing me to pursue a higher education. It didn’t stop strangers, who don’t even know me, to judge the fact that I am a literary student. I know more about the world than they will ever know. I know that words can change the world. I know that the only way to share knowledge is by using language. I know that words have power. And maybe it’s the fact that it’s late and I’m tired and I’m annoyed by people judging my life choices, but I’m not going to stop using my words, just because you think I should.
I don’t care your daughter became a lawyer or a doctor because you pushed her. I don’t care she is making a ton of money. Because while she is living YOUR dreams, I am living MINE.

Have a nice Monday.

MoodyMonday #24

Mood: Feeling everything

Sometimes it can be difficult to write five posts a week. I started this blog with an idea and it was fun and exciting for the first few weeks, but then you hit this wall. It’s no longer fun and instead of looking forward to writing something new it becomes a burden. But that’s what life is, isn’t it? It’s not giving up. It’s about fighting to succeed. If you really want something you can’t hide away. Because if you do, you lose yourself.
I’m surrounded by people who push. Who truly believe in what they want and excel at it. My sister, my brother, my parents.
I know what I want. I want to be a writer. It’s what I’ve wanted for so long. This blog was a way of getting started. A way of getting my stuff out into the real world. And here I found other amazing people. Other writers. Other inspirers.
I don’t know what this blog was going to be when I started writing. I just hope that when others read my posts they get inspired too.
Maybe this post is just a thank you to all the people in my life who inspire me.
Thank you.
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Have a nice Monday.

MoodyMonday #23

Mood: Rain with a chance of sunshine
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I swear, just a second ago, rain was pouring down from the sky. I don’t mean a pathetic hey-look-at-me-I’m-a-light-drizzle rain. No, I mean a full on I-just-watched-every-death-scene-in-Grey’s-Anatomy-and-can’t-stop-crying rain. Honest to God, people were drowning outside and right now the sky is all clear and the sun is shining. The sun was all like: Just kidding, I had a minor breakdown and now everything is fine.
I really don’t know where this post is going. I just thought I would share this with you. I haven’t been outside much lately. I should probably go outside, though. Get some fresh oxygen inside my lungs, instead of this air in my room I’ve been breathing for the past week.
I’m going to stop now, because this post isn’t going anywhere (just like me).

Have a nice Monday.

MoodyMonday #22

Mood: *with Arnold Schwarzenegger accent* I’ll be back.
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Oh wait, I am back. I’ve been back for four days now. This is so confusing. Oh, whatever.

I was gone for the past week. I didn’t write any posts. Did you miss me? You did, didn’t you? You felt lost without my useless posts, my weird ramblings and my not even funny stories. I know you did. You were so worried you even called the cops and filed a missing person’s report…
I’m just kidding.
You do want to know why I didn’t write any posts, don’t you? Always so nosy. Let me tell you. I went on a city trip to Dublin with some of my friends. It was the most fun. Dublin is an amazing city. It’s fun and crazy, my two favorite things! I didn’t have time to write anything. I mean, we only had four days to take it all in and there’s a lot to take in. I think we did okay. We did everything we said we wanted to do, so that’s a plus. My posts this week will probably be about all the things we did. I mean, my post tomorrow might be 10 things I learned on my trip to Dublin. Or maybe it’ll be a post about my favorite quotes from the dictionary. You never know!

If you want to know all the crazy things we did, make sure you read my next posts. I mean, there will be a scary story about touching dead bodies.

Hasta la vista, Baby.

Have a nice Monday.

MoodyMonday #21

Mood: Furiously thirsty

I know most people hate commercials, but I’m usually that person that quite enjoys them. They never make sense and it always seem like the actors have never acted before in their life, which they probably haven’t. I love it! It makes me feel all happy inside. There’s just this one particular commercial I hate with a passion. And it’s not because it’s a bad commercial. I hate it because this commercial actually works. And that’s against the rules. Commercials are supposed to suck!
It’s a Sprite commercial.
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I’ve never actually had Sprite, but I’m pretty sure it must suck! So the commercial is usually on the radio. This guy taunts you not to get thirsty.
‘Don’t get thirsty. Don’t do it. You got thirsty, didn’t you?!?’
While in the background you hear someone opening a bottle of Sprite. I just hate it, because every time this commercials starts I try not the get thirsty, but every freaking time I do! Ugh! God, that guy is annoying. I could seriously punch him in the face!
I hate Sprite!

I really needed to get this off my chest. Thanks for listening.

Have a nice Monday.