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GALentines 2/14/2018

summary of what i did on this “holiday”

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Not going to lie guys: being single on Valentine’s Day is definitely no fun whatsoever. Seeing all the wonderfully dressed, picture perfect, cute as HECK couples sharing noodles like that scene straight out of Lady & the Tramp. It’s like walking on to a runway and everyone else has the perfect outfit fitting their bodies and you’ve got sweats and a tee perfect for a lonely Saturday night. And this is the truth: Valentine’s Dayis a stupid holiday. Celebrating love shouldn’t be dumbed down to two days a year-adding in the anniversary date here-but EVERYDAY of the year. If you truly love someone, in a relationship with someone CHERISH THEM EVERYDAY. Not to mention but there’s always this pressure on guys to go overboard on spoiling their significant other and that’s just not how it’s supposed to be. If he buys you a ring with yall’s anniversary date on it-cute. But it doesn’t mean he should do it on V-day simply because it’s V-day.

Synopsis: Valentine’s Day is just another day of the year where the pressure is on for you to spoil your lover on the holiday of an actual gruesome massacre. So.

Anyway. My night wasn’t at all as planned. I’d gotten invited for a little girls night out (i.e. single ladies date) with some lose friends on a school night-of course I was going are you kidding me. Any excuse to wear a cute dress? Say no more.

My dress (found less then twenty-four hours before said date) was found at charlotte rouse, shoes are from an unknown boutique-a gift-and all jewelry except for the Pandora diamond bracelet is from Claire’s. I know: guide to looking boujee while being cheap AF. ALSO: knowstyle has some cute dresses.

The date started off with a fun, laugh filled car ride towards Mountain Brook where we went and took pictures right outside of Brio’s. I ordered a fantabulous dish- fettuccine alfredo with broiled lobster tail that was the BOMB and finished with their chocolate cake and gelato ice cream. When I say my meal was worth it-it was worth it!!!

But the highlight of my night: just spending it with my girls. And no, we didn’t need Valentine’s Day to be an excuse to get all fancy and go out, but it sure made the crushing weight of being a single gal not so bad. And I cannot wait to hang with my ladies ASAP again.

january favorites

just a few of my go to things i’ll be doing every month!!!

as a new year has begun, i’ve decided to start using my blog more and more, starting off like any other girl my age with a blog might. this month alone, i’ve already decided what my new favorite things in life are; from beauty to everyday items.

right now, my favorite thing is the wonder brow eyebrow color in auburn. i’ve had my fair share of big bulky brows to thin arches but this is the perfect color and lasts for up to two days with minimal touch ups.

a new favorite of mine is the mac water based primer. and it smells fantabulous. it helps keep from creating that crease/cakes look.

finally, a favorite for me is also the romwe website. y’all: if you want cheap relatively nice quality clothes this is your new bff. gotta admit though it is hit or miss but definitely check them out!!

alexander hamilton

my thoughts on some of the songs from the album.

One of the things I love to do when I’ve got nothing else to do is, generally what most people my age love to do: enjoy harmonious tunes that bring great joy to my soft ears. A new favorite album of mine is, Alexander Hamilton, songs contributed by various artists. At the moment, my three favorite songs from the album are “Alexander Hamilton”, “Helpless”, and “Satisfied”.

“Alexander Hamilton” is a song that truly sums up the entirety of the album, so, in other words, a great introduction paragraph to a marvelous essay on a fantastic man that truly changed the way we see the world today. Hamilton left a spot that we’ve rubbed at for the last few years to make everyone happy. He set up our financial structure to make sense.

“Helpless”, a song dedicated to Elizabeth Schuyler, Hamilton’s wife, also brings to light the first sparks of love. Call me a romantic but this song, is one I can definitely relate to-except of course the part where she ends up with the guy.  Her descriptions of the first time she saw Hamilton is the way I seem to reminisce on past lovers that now spark a foul taste in my mouth when the name of them passes through my lips. And I still understand her.

“Satisfied”, though not that I can relate to a true sister, I can definitely understand passing up a great love story so a friend-almost a sister-could be happier with them. As a unique human, I have had the chance to truly see people for who they are and what they’ll become. Recently so, I gave up a flirtatious boy to a friend because a part of me knew that she would be happier with him. Swallowing my own self-interest, I passed up an opportunity of happiness so that she would have her own chance. As far as I can tell, she certainly is. Nonetheless, if the story of the song is true, I don’t believe Angelica ever would’ve been satisfied with Alexander anyway. The two only would’ve made a roller coaster of a wild, emotionally rocketing love story. A soul-on-fire kind of love. Though Eliza never truly made Hamilton happy, as he cheated on her many times, he probably would’ve done the same to Angelica.

All around, the album is a swoon for music lovers with a taste in history. But these three songs are the ones that stick out to me the most.

review : deep dish pizza & cherry knot strangers

review : deep dish pizza & cherry knot strangers

In the small town I live in, I’ve had the fortunate luck of being able to have tried every restaurant around, especially those that serve an all-american favorite: pizza. Pizza is the core of my household, my lively hood. It is the dish served when there are no other dishes to have or there are too many to chose from. It is the comfort, the casual and the fancy dining. It is what has in great times of misfortune, brightened the spirits of myself and those closest to me.

Not to far away from my home, there is a nice pizza restaurant that by far has the best pizza I’ve had the fortune of tasting. Cooked for thirty minutes, the pizza is deep-dished with cheese practically melting out, then there’s the sauce; tomatoes and more cheese. It’s the best pizza I’ve ever had. For my first time however dinging at the great Tortuga’s, the name of the best pizza making restaurant, I also met a stranger. She was young, not older then five and had cherries on her shirt and shorts. She has the brightest blue eyes and dark brown hair; she was adorable. All she did was turn around and wave at me, when I waved back, the sound of her laugh was like honey to a bee to my ears. It was a beautiful sound.

I think a lot about that day, about the amazing pizza and the cherry-shirt-girl. I think about how the little girls laugh made my entire good day a great day. We often become caught up in the momentum of becoming busy workers, taking the smallest amount of time to help and recover for ourselves and well-being. It wasn’t really me taking time for myself, it was more of an awakening moment for myself: I’d realized after smiling at the little girl’s laughter, it was the first time a stranger had waved at me, it was the first time anyone had laughed genuinely too, as happy as one could be, in a long time. The sound of her giggle was foreign to me for a moment but gladly welcomed with open arms. Like lightning, I was stuck upon that realization for a few moments, taken aback by it.

So, my lesson learned was that I couldn’t bury myself with work, with school and with all of my responsibilities if I wanted to be happy at the same time. I needed to take time to try new places with amazing food and laugh genuinely in order to be genuinely happy. The cherry knot stranger taught me to smile more at strangers, because you never know when someone might need a good smile from you.

the little things

The Little Things

Life, to put it simply, is tough and rough. It isn’t always a dance, sometimes the music gets loud and noisy. Throughout our journey, we see things that change us and make us who we are, what we’ll become and what we’ll leave behind. That goes for the choices we make too.  Because it can be tough and rough, there are little things that make us happy: the kids playing in the neighborhood with laughter that travels down the road and fills your ears, the birds singing early in the morning with sweet melody, a stranger smiling at you in passing, eating your favorite food, or the radio playing your song. Its those moments of pure innocence that are important.

Little things aren’t just that, though. Life sucks a lot so when small moments of something maybe not happy but definitely not sad, just somewhere where it lifts your spirits. A light, of sorts, in the darkness that keeps your head up and looking forwards. I think we should all be kind, because we tend to think of ourselves, of our problems and of our inconveniences. If you see a kid on the train staring at their feet, in a not so creepily way, complement them. Offer a friend some gum, smile at strangers, be kind.

Everyone goes through difficult times just like yourself, why make it harder on someone else? Why not offer them some assurance of hope through random acts of small bits of kindness?

Being kind to strangers shouldn’t be your top and only priority. You should also treat yourself; and love yourself too. I’m a strong believer in taking breaks. If you’re like me, you use those breaks to sleep or eat or maybe something else like read, write or draw. Maybe you sing or make music, maybe you just sit and stare at a wall. Possibly, you might go for a run, create something or cook. Whatever it is, do it. Take breaks, short or long. Do something for yourself that makes you undeniably happy and gets you away from all of the harsh things.

Write down something every day that made you smile, heck even right down two or three. Do what makes you happy. That’s  what’s important.

feminism & how I see it

feminism (noun)
  the advocacy of women’s rights on the basis of the equality of the sexes.

The definition above is exactly the term I use when people ask me why I am a feminist: because I believe all men and women of any race, religion and/or sexuality belongs to be treated with the same amount of respect, equality and kindness. I believe women have the right to make decisions for their own bodies, not the government. I believe that everyone has a right to love who they want to love, or not love anyone at all (relationship wise). I believe everyone should feel love and be loved. I believe that love is love and we should spread it like wildfire. I believe that people have the right to have rights no matter who they are because of the basic fact that they are humans. I do not believe in violence. I do not believe in hate. I do not believe that men are better than women or that anyone is superior to anyone else based on the color of their skin or their religion or their sexuality. I do not believe in those things that oppress people. Believing such things as this are uncommon in the south, especially where I live but these beliefs are not going anywhere, anytime soon.

I was raised to treat anyone I meet with kindness and love, despite where the come from or who they want to be or what they believe in. To treat those who deserve kindness, love, care, respect and compassion until they no longer deserve it. I won’t lie, I’ve been in some heated discussions about politics or just arguments in general but never to the point where I start to scream obscene things at a person, though I’ve thought deeply about it. We’re going to meet people whose views on things are on opposite ends compared to ours, I’ve learned that the hard way. It doesn’t mean that either one of us wrong, to the extent that the other persons view dehumanizes another person because it won’t be me who does such hateful things.

People are people, and I’ll say it again, they deserve to be treated with equal respect, kindness and justice as anyone else. It shouldn’t matter whether or not a person’s skin is the lightest shade of white or the darkest of brown. It shouldn’t matter whether or not a person is a man or woman. Whether a person is a Christian or Buddhist. If a person wears heavy coats of makeup or none at all. If a person is straight or gay. If a person speaks fluently in one language but not another, no matter where they live. If a person is fat or skinny. If a person is happy with how they look or wants to be changed. At the end of the day, we all make choices; the define us, truly, on who we are, who we want to be and what we will leave behind for them to remember us by. The choices we make affect ourselves the most and in America, we have the right to make choices because we are free. Other countries don’t have that luxury. Hopefully, someday soon, the rest of the world and all of its people can enjoy that freedom to be who they are, practice what they want and be with who they want to be with, without being judged for it and without being put down for it and without living in fear of wanting to be happy for who they are.

I lose respect for those who spread hate, who bring others down for who they are. It is the twenty first century and we are still fighting for the rights of humans of all types. As a strong believer in protesting peacefully for what one believes in, I am proud of my fellow feminists, in people that are strong representations who fight for the same thing I and many others believe in. The tides are shifting and the change is coming, though with a few setbacks of which we will overcome, I can almost see it on the skyline with every new day.

Spread love, friends. People deal with enough as is, we all know this, so why make it harder for someone else to live. Spread love and be respectful. Changing ones lifestyle, going against what others believe in, it is a hard fight. Being who you want to be and opening the door to change is when you deserve to be met with love. Open your eyes and your arms to those who spread hate, and maybe they can change too. The road ahead is long and hard, but when has a journey not been? Lin-Manuel Miranda said it right in his sonnet, a favorite of mine,

“We chase the melodies that seem to find us                                                                                                  Until they’re finished songs and start to play                                                                                                    When senseless acts of tragedy remind us                                                                                                       That nothing here is promised, not one day.                                                                                                  This show is proof that history remembers                                                                                                        We lived through times when hate and fear seemed stronger;                                                                    We rise and fall and light from dying embers, remembrances that hope and love last longer        And love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside.                    I sing Vanessa’s symphony, Eliza tells her story                                                                                            Now fill the world with music, love and pride.”

I’m not a feminist because I just believe women and men are equal, but also because people of color, the LGBT+ community, the Jews, the Hindus, the Islam’s and everyone are living in fear for their lives and the ones that they love lives of people who oppress them with sexism, racism, misogyny and too many phobias to count. The people who want to see them either as wrong and sinners or just gone. And they do not deserve that. Everyone deserves love and compassion.

Spread love, have an open-mind and stay standing for what you believe in. The rest will follow when they see how happy you are.