so biking…

So, I started riding a bike around campus and it is an adventure. Here are the rules I have learned.

First you have to remember where you locked it up, if you don’t you spend two hours panicking thinking it was stole. This I have done way to many times. WAY to many.

Second, look out for people and cars. The streets aren’t that bad because cars look out for you. But people are the worst. On campus there will be individuals that will walk out in front of cars and bikes and expect them to stop. It is crazy; they think they are Moses and they can part the traffic for themselves. If this happens to you, you’ll probably fall off your bike and the person who made you crash will laugh at you. It is so great.

That point brings me to three, falling will happen, it will hurt. I currently have a permanent bruise on my right leg and a scar on the other. If you fall, just get back up and keep going like nothing happened. I get knocked down, but I get up again, you are never gonna keep me down.

Lastly, remember to have fun. Take new paths, try to work on some tricks. The other day I re-mastered biking without hands. Biking is fun, so don’t forget it. It is a great way to exercise without work to hard.

Biking is great, go do it.


Ireland Ruined Me.

Now, before you think this is going to be rude, it isn’t. Take a deep breathe. Now you may read on.

Ireland Ruined Me. I am finished. Done. I peaked. It is time to give up. I will never, ever, get over the fact I lived in Dublin, or worked at the GEC.

20160610_170001I check the website and twitter way more than I should. I look at photos of Ireland all the time. I still email Lisa, Vicky, and Linda (hi friends). I have tried to find cheap flights back, but there is no such thing as a cheap international flight. People have started to tell me to stop talking about the GEC, but I can’t. (and I don’t want to)

The other week, the GEC posted about the Christmas party. I then asked my parents for an early Christmas present… I asked if I could go to the party. My dad laughed in my face. Not a chuckle, but an evil Santa Clause laugh. Like he was jolly about not letting me go.

I peaked. I will never find a place like the GEC or live an adventure as challenging or wonderful as living in Ireland alone. I just signed for my apartment next year and I wish I signed for a place in Dublin.20160602_171239



I peaked.

I’ll just start my walk back to Ireland now. The ocean isn’t too wide, right?

Texas Football

snapchat-3239327023765481626This is the time for cheering, fights, and most of all WAY to much burnt orange.

Football season pushes the Fall semester along. It keep it going because you know at the end of the week the entire school will come together to fight whatever team wants a challenge.

Now, UT isn’t the best at football. But we love it. We support it. No matter what time, we are there. We aren’t there for the game necessarily, we are there to build up the egos of our football team. We are there for the beer. We are there for the free food. We are there because it is the southern thing to do.

This is one of the only times the entire school comes together. It is a time when you see people you don’t want to see. It is a time you sometimes don’t remember… But, it is great.

Please know this is AMERICAN football. This is not soccer, no one really likes soccer. But here, everyone loves football.



My heart hurts. Not because of who won or who lost. It hurts because of the cruelty all around me. It hurts because people are attacking each other, yelling at each other, and calling off friendships. It hurts because people are losing their humanity.

As the votes streamed in, words began to fly across rooms. Targets were placed on individuals with different views. Dagger eyes stabbed each other. Hearts were forgotten, and it it’s place, pain and anger. Tonight I witness bullying because people exercised their right to vote. I witnessed tears for the lost of their candidate.  I witnessed hate.

The past year has not been “fun,” it has been hard, but it is over. If you voted, you did you part. If you didn’t that is fine too. If you feel abandoned, don’t spit hate at others, talk about. If you want change, make it. America is build on the back of individuals who wanted change and sought it. So go seek. Don’t lie in your bed, or couch and wish for change because faeries and genies don’t exist.

Trump will be President, Hilary will not. This is a fact. You can like it. You can hate it. It doesn’t change.

Tomorrow you are still you. You have to deal with the mess you make. You have to support America, because this is your home. You have to remember to breathe. If you need to cry, do it, but don’t make others cry.

Tomorrow will be hard, but it will be okay.


The board turns around and the question is revealed. Pens hit paper. People start writing. I just stare at it like a deer looking into headlights.

It is such an abstract question. A question with so many different answers depending on what is going on in someone’s head. But at this moment, there was nothing going on in my little noggin. So, I started drawing, creative, right?

In the middle of drawing my 5th flower, my professor stops the class, looks at us and says, “Why not?


Growing up you dream of the future. You dream about what is coming, where you’re going,
and what your job will be. Screenshot_20160528-214310But, in the mist of your dream you forgot that you’re aging and getting closer and closer to having to have life questions figured out. Then one day you wake up and realize you are grown, but don’t have the answers.

well shit.

People tell you “the world is your oyster.” “you will be great at whatever you do.” “we’ll see you do something great one day.” People, that is great and all, but you should give me a hit at what you think I’m going to do. I am a smart cookie, but a mind reader, I am not.

Maybe I’ll just write a blog for a living. Is that a thing? I’ll be a little over qualified, but I’m okay with that. You know what, I’ll start working on my 1st novel now so it can become a best reader while I’m sill in college.
mid-college crisis averted.

i’m a sorority girl

so you saw our door stack, now who are we really.

Take away the Greek Letters, the houses, and the giant t-shirts, because we are just a bunch of girls trying to get by. We don’t go out every night and loose our shoes, for shoes are important. We don’t spend money without thinking, in fact most of us have scholarships in order to help with the cost of school, and loans for everyday life. We don’t
think education in a joke. We definitely don’t all look, think, or act like each other.

We do stand by each other night and day. We do come when we are needed, and stay no matter. We do have friends outside our sorority.  We do work hard for what we have. We do spend countless hours supporting philanthropies we truly believe in. We do maintain GPAs above the campus average, while also holding officer positions in multiple organizations. We do a lot more than you’d think.


Sorority life isn’t what you see in the movies. It isn’t terrifying. I promise you, it isn’t what you think.

If you have questions, just ask, don’t assume.


so, i’m back.

36 hours.

I had 36 hours from the second I got off the plane to the time I needed to be in Austin. Let me tell you, it isn’t enough time, but somehow it was done.

After two delayed flights and one rebooking, thank you for nothing United, I made it to Houston. I was hangry, tired and had to go find my luggage in the “lost and found,” I hate United. Trying to find my luggage was basically looking for a needle in a haystack, because everyone and their brother has a black bag, I knew I should have bough the highlighter yellow bag (jokes). After located my beautiful luggage, I learned my dear mother, Man I love her, was at the wrong terminal.  This day was just getting better, but it actually was.

When my mom and I were reunited she said the best 2 words I had every heard. “so, Chick-fil-a?” I almost wept.

The other 30ish hours weren’t nearly as excited.

the end of the adventure

I’m going to try something new.

Just sit still. Listen to the sounds around you. The people breathing in the room and your own heartbeat.

When was the last time you took 10 minutes to just be? To actually listen to what other people were thinking, saying, wishing, or dreaming?

The last time I remember taking this time was my last week at the GEC. I wanted to remember every moment, every smell (I know, gross), and every person. My last week was a happy one and one that I will always be grateful for.

I didn’t think, going into this summer, that the people in the GEC would make such a huge impact on my life. That when I got home, I would miss waking up at seven to go see all their smiling faces and listen to them laugh at my jokes. Let’s face it, I need people to laugh at my jokes. I didn’t realize that while I was there I made a family, one that I never wanted to leave.  A family of multiple different personalities, cultures, and backgrounds. A family that welcomed me with open arms and accepted my weirdness. A family that holds a specific part in my heart. But most of all, a family I miss daily.

The most important thing I learned from the GEC wasn’t how to interact with clients or colleges, but how to make the most of every moment. Even though there is always work to be done, they understood the importance of people, their stories, and their time. Also, the art of a good vacation, wait I mean holiday.

If I didn’t say it then, I will now, thank you. Thank you for always caring about me and my weekend excursions. Thank you for the free hot chocolates and muffins. Thank you for the laughs. Thank you for being my family when my family was 7,000 miles away. I can never thank you enough, for you all are truly remarkable people.


Airplane Etiquette

Warning: This is a little bit of a rant.

*Please read this as though you are a flight attendant dealing with an annoying passenger.

Dear people on planes,

If you are traveling on an airplane PLEASE be respectful of the people around you, for the space around you is quite small, it is enclosed and for a few hours/minutes, there is no escape. Now that I made you feel claustrophobic…There are away from 32-56 rows on your average 737 airline and 6 to 9 seats smashed across to form a row, so the airline can get the most bang for their buck. What does this mean for you, I’m glad you asked. This means please do not sneeze on me, lay your head on my shoulder, or constantly kick the back of my chair. Do not ask to use the space near my feet for your bag, you should have planned better. Do not tell me I’m in the wrong seat when you ticket clearly says aisle and you just don’t want to sit there. And if I do have the window seat and want my window open because it is pretty outside, do not ask me to close it (unless you’re afraid of heights than so sorry).20160725_081235

Now if you are traveling with a small child. First, God bless you. Second, please, for heaven
sake, don’t let them yell, “WE ARE GOING TO CRASH!” while the plane is descending, it freaks people out. Seriously. It isn’t funny and you laughing and is just encouraging them to keep yelling. If they have toys, do not let them throw them, it will hit someone in the head, chances are it will be me. If it is me I will smile nicely and the rest of the flight call you mean names in my head. If you have a baby, again God bless you. But find a way to keep them from crying in the very tight space that is the cabin. Because 200 or so passengers and flight attendance really don’t want to hear the child, but we will smile and tell you how adorable your baby is just like society has taught us to do.

Airplanes can be magical places, for every time one takes off man achieves flight, something we can’t do on our own. But every time there is an annoying passenger the flight loses its spark. Please learn airplane etiquette for your next flight and treat everyone around you like they are freaking royalty because they just might right a blog about you.