There is a lot I would do if I won the lottery. Here is a list of stuff I would do:
- I would pay off all of my student loans. Kind of sad right?
- I would travel to all the places I’ve always wanted to visit (Like Greece, Spain, Paris, London, Turkey…etc).
- Donate to charity obviously.
- Buy a house – with a pool – by the beach.
- And invest the fuck out of it.
… I thought this list would be longer.
What would you do?
Day 9:Piercings and Tattoos?
I currently have my top left cartilage and ears pierced once. Oddly, people are often surprised when I tell them I want to get my tongue and eyebrow pierced. I don’t understand why though, people do it all the time. I’ve contemplated these for a while now and I think when the time comes, I’ll finally stop chickening out and do it.
As for tattoos, I have none. But, I’m an email back from a tattoo parlor away from booking the appointment. Like many places, they’re busy. I’ve decided on a small, wispy, quill tattoo dipped in ink, spattered with color.
As someone who likes to draw, paint and write, I feel like this is appropriate. Needless to say, it has meaning.
Day 8: An old photo of me.
There’s something about searching through old photographs that bring me a lot of memories. For me, photographs are like books. You collect them over the years, capture memories and beautiful moments and the hardest thing becomes letting go.
Do you keep the ones of people you don’t talk to anymore? What about people you hate? What about those awful ones your parent/sibling/whoever took of you when you looked like a zombie or monster? What about….(shall I go on?)
I had a hard time choosing just one and I might make a later post with some of my favorites, but for now, I’m choosing to share the one that in some ways still defines me today (my feature photo if you’re wondering).
Most things/people are bigger, taller and take up more space than I do.
I still like Legos – I basically play the online kind.
(They can also be my building blocks to success – never linear and always a work in progress)
Though I was probably forced to wear that skirt, I don’t mind them now that I am older.
Who doesn’t want a giant stuffed animal?
And for an added bonus, here’s a closeup of my cuteness.
I’ve introduced what my blog will mostly be about before. But I hadn’t really thought about how I was going to introduce myself, my ‘real’ self – whoever that might be. I’ve been told that I’m smart and sarcastic and sometimes funny. So I figured why not just share all that with the poor soul that happens to stumble across my blog?
I’ve been thinking about blogging for years, but I never really thought about whether or not my voice would be heard or whether I’d be able to write the way I speak. Usually I’m an outspoken person. I say things how they are and refuse to take crap from anyone. Part of it is because I’ve come to terms with the fact that silence gets me no where. This says a lot about how much I have blossomed from that shy angsty teen to that loud bitch that I am today.
I’m a twenty-something year old student and I often go by the nickname Bee. In short I’m a book hoarder, nature lover, food connoisseur, occasional health and fitness nut, wine enthusiast, feminist and bad-ass in training. Don’t like me? Then hit alt+f4.
I’m here to share my laughter, joy, tears and the part of me that wants to hide while other parts want to scream. I’m here because I want to be here; I want to be heard. I want you to see me for me.
PS: If you follow me, you might get lost.