Let’s Talk Bad Habits

We all have them.

Recently, I have tried to put considerable effort toward breaking my bad habits. They include:

  1. Scrolling social media upon first waking up. This habit seems to be quite common among my peers. Even if I don’t grab my phone the second I open my eyes, it’s no better that I grab it before my feet even touch the floor. I try to fix this by not sleeping with my phone under my pillow (another bad habit). Instead, I put my phone on my dresser across the room or on my nightstand next to my bed. As long as it’s not in the bed with me.
  2. Procrastinating. We all do it. Unfortunately, this isn’t an easy fix for me because it is present in several of my life pockets (yes, pockets). A painfully obvious example of this would be the fact that I have not written an entry for this blog since January of LAST YEAR. That’s not nearly as terrible as my journal, in which I have not written since 2012. I won’t tell you the month. Just know that it was 2012. *shakes head in shame* I will say I am a finisher. Sometimes it just takes me a minute.
  3. Subtweeting. I don’t do it nearly as much as I used to, but doing it at all is too much! I only subtweet about my boyfriend, which is even worse. Hey, first step is admitting!
  4. Bottling up my emotions and letting them explode at the most inconvenient times. Sporadic crying sessions that I can’t explain because 1) I can’t talk and cry at the same time and 2) I don’t know where to start.
  5. Not visiting my family. There really is no excuse. I was different when I was on campus. Now? I am down the street and I can’t manage at least a visit a week. Yes, studying for the CPA takes all my time. But that just means I need to MAKE time.

This list makes me happy because if I wrote it when I planned to, it would be much longer. I have implemented so many good habits, that the list above will be a breeze to tackle!

Thanks for reading,



10 Things Men Find Unattractive In Women But Probably Won’t Tell You

Thought Catalog

1. Excessively Drunk Women

When I was a boy I thought a group of drunk women was the move. When I go to the club now and see a chick throwing up in the bathroom, I get repulsed. Whose mans is this?!

2. All the way turned up

Why I can hear you in a club on any night is a problem. It’s loud, there’s loud music, and still I can hear your voice shrieking over the speakers. Or what about those women who can’t control their volume when they’re drunk and try and talk in your ear but they’re screaming?

3. Negative Women

These women think everything is wack. “How about this lovely 80 degree weather today?” “This is wack, why these girls think it’s ok to be wearing their open toes?!”

4. Impatience

They hate waiting. They are the type to tell you to let them know when…

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It’s a snow day here in Chicago. Schools are closed and such… I, however, am in the bed wandering the inter-webs per usual. I am making no effort to make my life seem any more interesting than it is in this very moment. I decided to start typing things using this peculiar platform. Unfamiliar software makes me anxious (as do many other things, you’ll learn).

Twitter became too boring.

CORRECTION: I bet my roommate and best friend that I could refrain from tweeting until my birthday which is in February. This bet has forced me to realize how much I appreciated being able to rant to the general public. Although I miss Twitter very much not at all, I STILL GOTS TA EXPRESS MAHSELF! You can think of this blog thingy as a more structured, less random version of my twitter shenanigans… OKAY, you caught me! This will be every bit as random and unstructured as my twitter rants. What’s the difference, you ask? The character limit, of course.

Facebook became too personal.

It’s like my family reunion… online.

Picture explanation: I was frantically stepping down from a ledge. A ledge which could have brutally killed me or severely injured me had I fallen off the other side. I didn’t have the balls to even take the picture. The dialogue is as follows…


Marissa: OK here, let me take your picture

Me: *steps on ledge and looks down*

My stomach: *nearly falls out of ass*

Me: Nope. Nope. Hell no, fuck this.

Marissa: *snaps picture*