This Event Shaped My Life?

Don’t you just love clickbait titles! This one is pretty tame seeing as this post will actually be about an event that shaped my life. In case you haven’t read my latest blog, which you should go do, in the upcoming weeks I will write about five events that made me the person I am today. Sorry it’s late, I’ve been busy yada yada, let’s get to it.

Event #2: Getting Braces

Omg yes, these perfect teeth did not just appear out of nowhere. I had braces for a pretty average amount of time, 1 year and 11 months. I like to say that and not two years because it makes me feel cooler. The years one has braces are admittedly some of the worst years ever, but I can only be grateful for that unbearable 1 year and 11 months.

In an earlier post-titled For Kass pt. 1 (I forgot everything she asked me about so there was no part 2)-I talk about my favorite part about myself: MY SMILE (there’s also a whole nother post about smiling, I Wanna See You Smile). Braces literally gave me such an amazing confidence booster in those regrettably awkward teen years I barely survived through. I remember writing in my diary about how I became beautiful once they were finally taken off. I figured I’d get a boyfriend promptly once they were gone-boy was I wrong. Of course I’ve battled with much more insecurity over the years, but braces granted me my first brief glimpse at self-love.  And a tumblr url… nsperfectteeth.

What was I thinking?

Yay! Event #2. Not the most spectacular of occurrences, but a very significant one to me. Shoutout to Dr. Long for fixing up my pearly whites,

your favorite people person



Um… hey?

Hey, what’s up? How’s it going? Me? Oh, yeah, I’ve been great.

Alright, alright. I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long, but let me tell you right now college is a doozy and it’s hard to find time to even breathe let alone write. I recently turned 19, so I’ve decided to revive this url and give the people what they want. Or to finally give into my desire of sharing too many of my thoughts and feelings with everyone. You choose.

I’ve been trying to come up with something to talk about for forever. I was going to write about college. How I love my new friends, how I miss my old friends, how my mom became my best friend, how my dog sleeps in my bed every night now that I’m gone, how I text my dad on a regular basis now, how I found out that I’m the purest form of an introverted extrovert, how I became a vegan/vegetarian. And, I mean, if you want me to talk about these things please tell me, but today I’m going to talk about the five “events” that shaped my life. This topic didn’t come out of the blue, it was actually a project for my RA class. Oh yeah, I’m becoming an RA.

  1. Scraping my knees on my first day of preschool.     I’ve always been a huge nerd. I got too excited and the clumsy girl that I was, and still am, tripped in the driveway and created to gaping holes in her knees. I was also four, so they were probably just scratches. My dad fixed me up and on that day he became my best friend. A fleeting friendship that wouldn’t last through puberty, but a friendship nonetheless. I also gave up on being perfect that day. My body was officially scarred. I truly believe that day was a catalyst for the many scrapes, bruises, cuts, and gashes to come. I’m sorry mom and dad for being such a nuisance, but it was your genes that made me tall and lanky, so whose fault is it really?

This was number 1. I’m going to span these over five weeks because, thanks to the fast pace of our generation, no one would be able to sit through me explaining all five.

Man, I forgot how fun this was.

I’m back ;-),

your favorite people person


Hey, long time no talk. Before you get all mad, here me out! Ya girl has been busy!!! Actually ya girl will remain busy throughout the entire summer, but my leave of absence was very temporary and I promise to keep posting on here. In the first three weeks of summer I have learned a lot about myself. Like for instance, I may not hate children as much as I used to. Or, I’m not the pushover I used to be. I can be rebellious when necessary. I stay cool under pressure. I really value my alone time, more than I thought I did. I will go to great lengths to make those I love happy. Fulfilling childhood dreams is awesome *thanks ankle bracelets*. My short temper can be easily relieved. There are more things I have learned, but the biggest one is that I don’t want to be who I’ve been before. I want to treasure all of the relationships in my life. I want to stay in contact with my friends, no matter if I hate texting or not. I want to pursue what makes ME happy, not my parents. I want to stay happy and positive. I want to not care what others think about me. I want to stop caring about how society wants me to look or act. I want to be free and independent. This summer may just be beginning, but I feel as if something amazing awaits.
Three weeks down, six more to go.
-your favorite people person is back


So last week I went to my school’s chorus concert and, may I just say, it was epic. I was honestly blown away. I really can’t even believe that I know people that are that amazingly talented. Shoutout to Lane, Claire, Julia, and DD you guys actually made me cry multiple times.

I’ve never really been the type of person to have one certain thing that makes them special. I’m an average dancer and singer. I was an artist, and I guess you can never lose a skill, but art isn’t really a talent you can show off on the spot. I tried gymnastics for awhile and was decently okay, but then I grew. I always felt like I never really had anything that made me worthy of some sort of praise.

I’ve always loved writing, though. I don’t know if I’m actually good at it, but I know that it’s something I never want to stop doing. As a kid I would write poem after poem, song after song, book after book. I don’t know what qualifies someone to be able to say they’re a writer, but I kind of want that to be my thing. There are so many other amazing talents that are way cooler than writing, but I’m seriously so happy that God chose this to be my “thing.” I’m also seriously happy that God chose you to read this because I wouldn’t have figured this out without you.

-your favorite people person

Music again???

Yesterday I revisited old songs that used to be my favorites when I was younger. I realized that no matter how old I become, there are some songs I will never forget all the words to. There are some artists that I will never stop loving. There are so many moments associated with the music that shaped my life through all my years. Nights where I lived spontaneously, danced all night, had the time of my life and music was what made those moments so unforgettable. I know I talk about music pretty frequently, but there is just something about it that makes me feel alive. Moments when you find clarity, feel emotions you’ve never felt like falling in love, or having your heart broken. The music surrounds you, eliciting so many conflicting emotions. Swirling around inside of your head as you laugh, cry, scream. Music is actually therapy, believe it or not. Whole generations are defined by the music they listen to. Our generation, though? I don’t know if we can fit into one certain music genre. Now there are many different genres for the many different people our generation holds. I think it’s pretty beautiful how each of us find some genre of music to help us define ourselves. We are alternative, we are pop, we are rap, we are country. We are a generation with an unusual connection to the music that we love. And I couldn’t be happier that I have ears that can hear the beautiful symphonies that make me who I am. Thanks to all the people who are making music, aspire to make music, or who just love to support the artists and listen to it.

-your favorite people person who wishes she could sing

Down In The Dumps

Besides today, this week has been pretty terrible. I won’t go into the sad details, but yeah, it was pretty bad. Through all the bad things, I began to question everything. At the beginning of the year, I told myself that this was my year. This whole week I started to believe that I was wrong. I doubted myself and my abilities. I worried so much. But you know what I did? I talked about my feelings. I just had a moment with one of my favorite teachers and let it out. I didn’t bottle up the sadness, or wallow. I talked to someone who I knew would understand and be able to help me. Sometimes your friends can’t be this person for you. Sometimes you need to talk to someone who’s experienced so much more than you have. All the bad things that happen work towards something good. Today I got into my dream school. If everything in life, the good and the bad, happened any differently this wouldn’t have come to be. I know something good had to happen for me to realize this, but don’t take as long to discover this amazing fact of life. Everything bad leads to something good. When you’re in the sad moments of your life, don’t be down in the dumps like I was. Try and find the positives. The worst day of my week the sun was shining and it was 80 degrees. Find something good in the bad, and something good will come of it.

-your favorite people person



People have a lot of those. Hurt, love, anger, hope, sadness. The list goes on. In this blog post I am going to describe some of my favorite feelings.

  • The feeling you get when you hear THAT song. The one that’s about to change your life. The one that’s going to become everything to you. Even if it’s only for a couple days, or months, or years.
  • The feeling you get when your favorite TV show finally comes back after so many months of being gone.
  • That feeling when you walk outside in the felicitous night air. It’s that perfect temperature that makes you feel as if you are at the beach, there’s an eerie fog that settles in, light coming from the streetlights as well as the moon, and you feel as if anything you imagine is possible. You get in your car and drive with the windows down at midnight and you never want to stop driving because you don’t want to lose that feeling of infinity you get when it’s just you, nature, and not another car on the road to distract you.
  • The feeling you get when you come home and your dog attacks you with everything he’s got because even if you come home at the same time everyday, he somehow thinks today is different and is excited to find out that it isn’t.
  • The feeling you get when your friends laugh at your jokes. Maybe laugh isn’t the right word… cackle? Yeah. When your friends start cackling because you said something funny and you know that you made them happy just by being yourself.
  • The feeling of being 18. (I’ve yet to experience this one, but in a couple of weeks I’ll know exactly what it’s like.)
  • That feeling you get when you thought you failed a test and you couldn’t be more right. (Thank you AP Stat.)
  • Eating a yogurt parfait. (Yes this is a feeling, don’t question it.)
  • When you’re watching a movie and you want to cry, whether something sad or happy happens, so you do.
  • The feeling of being extremely excited to finally figure out your future only to find out you have to wait 2 more months. (You may think this is sad, but it’s actually kind of bittersweet. Definitely more bitter than sweet, though.)

Some people are really great at not showing their feelings. I’m not one of them. I, unfortunately, wear my heart on my sleeve. But, thankfully, the only feeling I truly feel most of the time is happiness. You might say I’m blessed, but it actually took a lot of hard work. You need to be a strong person in order to find the best out of most situations. I’m working on it. You should to.

-your favorite people person