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UPDATE BITCHES (8/31/25)
Hello there. Good day. How has everyone been? And by everyone, I of course mean no one! Soooooo
          it's been another hot minute. Look. I really do want to keep this blog up to date. I want to be someone 
          who blogs all the time and shit. Hopefully that can be me this year. Anyways. Here's my update!
          
          So the fall semester has started. I'm in my 4th year of college now (ew). Not graduating though because 
          I'm an engineering major (kill me (not really)). Also I'm doing a combined degree so I'll get my bachelors 
          and masters at the same time in *hopefully* one more year. It's only been a week of the semester so far, but 
          I think I'm going to like all my classes and professors. They all seem pretty nice and chill, but we'll see. 
          I am writing this instead of doing my homework... not a great start to the semester lol.
          
          So. Last spring sucked. Not sure I've ever in my life been more depressed. I'm a little better now, but 
          the past couple of days have been kinda bad with school starting back up and everything. Hopefully I can 
          power through. Maybe change my meds or something. This summer was really nice. I didn't take any classes and 
          wasn't working, so I had a lot of time to focus on relaxing and training for my Ironman that I'm doing in 
          2 months!!! I'm nervous and excited for that. It will be my first full distance Ironman race. I think I've 
          done pretty well with training on my own. These last two months will be the hardest now with classes and 
          work and such. 
          
          I can't think of much else to write. I haven't been reading too many books the past few weeks, but once I 
          get out of my funk, I'll start updating the book reviews page. I might update it with some books I've read 
          since I last posted, though. If I can remember. Not too many books this year have stood out to me, but we'll 
          see. Also I closed my etsy shop for now, but hope to be back and printing more shit soon. Welp. That's all I got. See you soon!
        
11/27/2024
Heyyy. Been a hot minute since I've looked at this blog. Mainly because I've been so busy doing absolutely nothing and rotting in bed. Very depressing, as is my life. I'm home for Thanksgiving right now and growing increasingly bored (been home for not even one day). So I decided to post a lil something. So what's been happening? Well I'm almost done with fall semester of junior year, thank fuck. The election happened (we're all doomed) and I'm trying to leave the country as fast as possible. Arcane season 2 is now completely out and it wrecked me. Currently trying not to think about it. I started my 3D printing Etsy shop. Just saw Wicked with my fam and it was great. That's about all I can think of right now. Anyways, I don't have much else to say. Goodbye.
7/22/2024
So. What's been going on with my life lately? Well, I think I have obtained a new motivation to get my life together. I'm feeling 
          pretty good, for the most part. I started Hello Fresh, so hopefully that will be good for me because I am very lazy and never go 
          to the grocery store, meaning I never have food, meaning I either buy takeout or just skip meals. Fun. But anyways. Hopefully that 
          will help me start eating better because I think not eating very healthy is contributing to my tiredness and laziness and all that 
          jazz. 
          
          I also have been listening to podcasts which is whatever. I like this one called "Ologies" and I listen to it whenever I can. I really 
          do love learning. I've decided to add a minor in Marine Sciences. So my plan: B.S. in Aerospace Engineering; M.S. in Mechanical 
          Engineering; minors in Mathematics, Astronomy and Astrophysics, and Marine Science; certificate in Engineering leadership; possibly a PhD in something 
          (like physics or something with space). Yay school. I want to delay my ascent into the real world as much as I can.
          
          I signed up for my next half Ironman this December in Haines City. I think this is good. It always gives me more motivation to have 
          a race in mind. Right now, I'm still in my internship, and it's hard to get workouts in, but once school starts up in the fall, I'll 
          get back into the swing of things. I want to do a full next September in Maryland. My goal is to do this half in December, the Panama 
          City half in May, and the Maryland full in September. I am really excited. This has given me a purpose. I am going to crush my schooling 
          and crush my training, and it will all be grand. I have already started designing the Ironman tattoo I want to get.
          
          I was thinking last night about the Etsy shop I want to start up. I think I am going to commit to it in the fall. Starting with mainly 
          coasters and keychains and a custom option where people can send in ideas and I can design and print them. This is another thing 
          that will give me purpose and also help me fund for the expensive races I am planning on doing.
          
          I've decided I want to become a gamer. I don't know why. Just something for fun I guess. Just like PC games. Maybe xbox if my brother 
          wants to give me his old one. So many hobbies I want to do. Ugh. Okay. So, roll call: reading (duh), gaming, 3D printing, doodling (oh 
          how I want to be an artist), blogging, writing fanfic and my book (that I have actually started!), triathlon. I think that's it... for 
          now. I also have a bunch of paper making stuff that I don't know what to do with. Maybe I'll save the paper making for gifts and stuff. 
          Like cards.
          
          Now let's talk about the tattoos I want in the future because why not. Number one is my Ironman tattoo, as I have already mentioned. 
          It is already in the works. Next, I really want some sort of space tattoo because I love space. I want like a galaxy with maybe an 
          astronaut and a rocket or something. I'm thinking my left arm for that one. I also want a back tattoo. Not quite sure what I want, but 
          I saw this cool design of a skeletal hand reaching up, with the arm down your spine, and the hand sort of grabbing your neck? Idk I saw 
          it on tik tok. I also thing a sword down the back would be rad. I don't have any more ideas for the time being.
          
          I want to get a tongue piercing, I think. Just because. I like that it's pretty much hidden and then just a little surprise when you 
          want to show it off. I've had quite a few ear piercings and a belly button piercing, but I took them all out because over the years they 
          just really started to irritate me. Plus, I exercise so much and they sometimes just get in the way. Anyways, I feel like a tongue piercing 
          would be less irritating to me. Who knows. I still need to save up so it won't be for a little while. Probably. 
          
 
          Hmm. I don't think there was anything else I want to say. I will keep updating about how my training for my Ironman is going. I'll probably 
          make a blog post about it eventually. Either after the full, about my whole experience and training. Or just about training for a half for 
          beginners. Anyways. That's all. Goodbye.
        
The problem with having a vagina
I'm reading some of the rants I've written in the past and they are so fucking funny I was very dramatic (nothing's changed) 
          and I feel they are worthy of sharing so here's one from 2020:
          
          So i threw up today. Fuck me. It sure does absolutely fucking suck to be a girl. Being born with a vagina could quite possibly 
          have been the literal worst thing to happen to me. Today i wanted to actually shoot myself in the head and tomorrow it will 
          probably be the same. I am not kidding. Driving home from volunteering (after leaving early because my cramps were just that bad) 
          i was seriously debating crashing my car into a tree just so i could end my pain. I didn’t do that, clearly, as i am sitting here 
          writing this but i am not lying when i say it was a near thing. I got home, popped in a couple pills of Midol (i already had 2 
          Aleve this morning), tried to draw myself a hot bath (which didn’t help at all), ate one single pretzel because all i’d eaten so 
          far was a muffin this morning, and promptly puked my guts out right there on the kitchen floor. Yay me. 
          
          What even is the point of a period? Like is it just the universe making it THAT much harder to be a woman in society? I don’t 
          get it. We have to be the ones getting all fat and carrying a child for 9 months. We have to be the ones always sexualized. We 
          have to be the ones always told to cover up (like what the fuck? It’s literally just a fucking human body sit the fuck down Carl). 
          We have to be the ones to have these stupid fucking periods every fucking month where we bleed nonstop for at least a couple days 
          and have these gut-stabbing, kill-me-now cramps that seem to just never end. I missed work for this. I’ve missed school for this. 
          If men really want to stand on their fucking soap boxes and preach how easy life is as a woman, i hope those men die a slow and 
          painful death. Especially if you’re a rich white man standing on that pedestal, you can shut your mouth because you literally, 
          historically have the easiest life out of anyone. Blacks are still discriminated against TO THIS DAY. Immigrants are still not 
          considered equal TO THIS DAY. Women are still thought of as lesser than men TO THIS DAY. i’m not saying ANYONE’S life is easy 
          because everyone has problems and obstacles to overcome. That being said, what i’m saying is that NO ONE should have the right 
          to tell me (or anyone else) that i have it easy.
          
          Look maybe i’m being a bit dramatic. Maybe i’m over exaggerating. But what-the fuck-ever. You don’t know me and i don’t know 
          you so stay the fuck out of my business and i’ll stay out of yours. Thank you and goodbye.
        
Never My Little Girl
The Transition (from a father's perspective)
 once upon a time, my daughter was born 
          the best day of my life, i thought 
          my little girl 
          my crying little girl 
          i was overjoyed 
          i vowed 
          anything was hers 
          everything was hers 
          for her 
          anything 
          i vowed to raise her right 
          she would never be wanting 
          she would never be sad 
          my little girl 
          but the days passed 
          and she was sad 
          and she was wanting 
          and one day, she died 
          my little girl came to me 
          and she said 
          "Dad I am not your little girl" 
          and so that day she died 
          and so that day i mourned 
          and so that day i grieved 
          denial was first 
          "Of course you're my little girl" 
          my vow 
          breaking 
          my little girl 
          always my little girl 
          (always?) 
          never 
          she was never my little girl 
          and she didn't die that day 
          because she was never born 
          my son 
          my son trapped 
          trapped in the body of someone he was not 
          not my little girl 
          but my little boy 
          too much time wasted 
          wasted on my little girl who never was 
          i didn't understand 
          i couldn't 
          why had He taken my little girl from me 
          anger 
          denial 
          anger 
          sadness 
          tears 
          tears for my little girl 
          tears for my little boy 
          understanding 
          anger 
          why would He do this to my little boy 
          why would He trap him so 
          time wasted in denial 
          time wasted in anger 
          time wasted 
          on the road to acceptance 
          understanding 
          my son 
          my son was born and he is here 
          he was always here 
          and so i was wrong 
          it was this day 
          the birth of my son 
          the happiest day of my life 
          my little girl was born crying but my little boy was born smiling 
          with pride 
          he was no longer sad 
          he was no longer wanting 
          my vow fulfilled 
          i was always proud 
          proud of my little girl 
          but prouder of my little boy 
          my son who has taken on the hardest task 
          the most difficult journey 
          to show the world who he is inside. 
          
          **So basically I read a book, had some thoughts, and decided to write them down at 3am. This was the product. I am not trans, so 
          I have no idea what it's like. This is my take on a father who has a trans son. A father who doesn't understand, but loves 
          his child, no matter what, as every father should. I don't fucking know. Just read it and don't judge me.**
        
        
7/9/2024
 So I'm starting this life helper app thingy because I was scrolling on instagram in bed and I saw an ad that said, word for word,
            "need help getting out of bed everyday" or something like that and I felt attacked so here I am $30 later!
            
              So on this first day, I am supposed to make a commitment contract. I need to visualize what my life would be like if I didn't 
            procrastinate and how procrastination negatively affects me. Yatta yatta yatta. So I thought I'd write down my thoughts here.
            
              Let's see... If I didn't put off my chores, buying food, eating food, going to work, exercising, etc. I would be living a healthier 
            life all around. I'd be more energized, and therefore hopefully not as tired all the time. Hopefully it'll put my sleep 
            schedule back on track, so I can actually get up in the morning, maybe get a workout in, eat a good breakfast, and go to work. 
            Not only do I need to eat healthier, I need to eat more. I often put off buying groceries even when the store is right across 
            the street. No groceries means no food. I know it's contributing to other aspects of my life, but I just can't seem to stop the 
            cycle. Lastly, I need to clean more. Just need to keep my place clean instead of leaving everything to pile up.
            
              I know all this is going to come down to cutting my reading time. Whenever I tell people that I read, they're always like "omg 
            so smart" but little do they know that my binge reading is no better than their binge watching. I read on my ipad, so I'm 
            still staring at a screen. I read into all hours of the night, so my sleep is still messed up. The only difference is that 
            when you're watching something, you can multitask, but when you're reading something, you can't. At least not me. I don't even 
            like to walk on the treadmill or anything when I read because I like to be in my little bed blanket cacoon. When I binge read 
            I end up reading a book a day. It depends on the book if I can stop in the middle. Usually for romance books and such, I like 
            to read them all the way through because I feel like I lose the magic if I sleep on it. I CAN'T LOSE THE MAGIC. I just love love. 
            
              Anyways, my goals right now are to establish a proper routine for getting what I need done and eat some goddamn healthy food for once.
          
Silent? Or silenced?
i screm 
          i scream and scream 
          scream with all my heart 
          i scream my guilt and my empathy 
          my regret and my sympathy 
          my failures 
          i scream so loud but my lips are shut 
          my heart wails but i remain soundless 
          i scream in fear 
          fear of the creations of man 
          fear of the thoughts of man 
          men and others 
          men and no others 
          men 
          my lips are sewn shut as i scream and scream 
          sewn by the fingers of the patriarchy 
          my head's crowded with thoughts 
          my chest's roaring with screams 
          but i lay still 
          motionless 
          soundless 
          i sleep and wait 
          until the next day 
          and the next 
          i wait 
          i scream 
          i am silent 
          silenced.
        
        **FUCK YOU I CAN DO WHAT I WANT THIS IS MY BLOG. I don't even care if this is cringey so don't judge me and go away, 
        respectfully.**
Me and Books
this week has actually been great. don't have a valentine (sadly? who knows) but we did galentines last night which was fun. 
          had some good food. watched some good movies. i've been less anxious lately i think because i've been having a great time with 
          the roommies. but it's still hard for me to sleep with all the thoughts in my head. what i really need to do is blog then. to get 
          out all my thoughts. but then i feel like i'd just be pushing my sleep schedule back farther. anyways, reading helps. always has.
          
          so. me and books. books are my escape. they're my sanity. they're the reason i have high standards in men (and women? who knows). 
          i think books sometimes make me feel more lonely than i already do. but i'll never tell anyone that. maybe it's a natural feeling. 
          to feel lonely when reading. i mean post-book depression hits hard. that i know is a thing. but the loneliness i feel will never 
          stop me from reading. books are my drug. they're addictive. as soon as i finish one, i need another to take my mind off the 
          depression. the loneliness. i suppose it depends on the book, though. those feelings. and how much the book meant to me. i just 
          finished Sorcery of Thorns. it was good. not amazing. not sure if i'll write a review on it or not. probably not. i did say that 
          i wouldn't review every book i read. anyways, that book didn't give me too much depression. not too much loneliness. i think it 
          was too YA for me if that makes sense? i mean the main character is 16. i was so hyper focused on her being so young. it was still 
          a great novel but i think that and the fact that it's a standalone made me not connect to it so much. i haven't decided which book 
          or book series to start next. i'm on a magic kick. like an action/adventure/romance/dystopian kick. if anyone sees this, leave 
          recommendations.
          
          so i've read like almost 500 books since i've started to love reading. i'm almost done with what is probably my complete list. 
          obviously i've probably forgotten to add some to the list. but i've stored them on this app that i hope i can link here. that would 
          be cool to share. the books i like range from murder mystery to action to romance and more. i like strong female characters. i am 
          a feminist after all. i don't think i could make it through a book from a man's pov. ew. unless of course it was a gay romance. 
          of that genre i've read plenty. like i said, i'm back in my YA/NA fantasy novel era. trying to stray from my gay romance era because 
          i don't want it to seem like i'm fetishizing it? idk. i feel like fantasy is a safer genre for some reason. makes me feel more 
          stable. who knows what that means. certainly not me. anyways that's what i'm doing now. in between books, i like to read fanfiction 
          about my favorite books, of course. i like fanfiction because i am very particular about when i start new books. i can't, for 
          example, start a new book when i want to fall asleep within and hour. just no. i also can't read anything in the morning. 
          preferably during the day at all, but sometimes it can't be avoided, considering i like reading my books in one sitting. i've 
          gotten better about that recently. i've been able to read for a couple hours each night. but that's with the fantasy novels i 
          think. my gay romances? or any romance for that matter? yeah those are read without stopping. i feel like you lose the connection 
          to the book when you sleep on it you know? my ideal time to start a book of about 300 pages is like 3pm. start at 3, read til 10 
          or 11. perfect. repeat the next day. see that's hard to do when you're in school. over the summer, i was reading a book a day. 
          now, more like 2 books a week. which i still enjoy. that's another reason i switched back to fantasy. again, i could never do 
          that with my juicy, smutty romance. that's just the truth.
          
          alright so i'm just dumping all my thoughts about my love of books and reading. i mentioned that i don't like reading during the 
          day. my ideal reading space would be like a dimly lit cave of blankets. my little reading cave. isn't there a saying that more 
          truths are spoken in the dark? i don't know if that's related. i just feel more comfortable reading at night. like it's more 
          intimate somehow. like i can build a deeper connection to the book in the dark. that's probably the same with people. how should 
          i know. anyways, that leads me into my dislike of paper books. there. i said it. i know i know. i'm a horrible person, but whatever. 
          i've spoken my truth. i don't like paper books. i much prefer ebooks. i love reading on my ipad. first of all, reading digitally 
          allows me to read all hours into the night without a reading light. now that's my kinda night. also it's just so convenient having 
          all your books in one spot, available at the touch of a finger. since i read so many books, so fast because i'm a loner with nobody 
          and nothing to do, it's so nice to just buy a book and be able to read it literally 2 seconds later. i can't imagine finishing a 
          book and not being able to immediately start the next book. can't imagine having to wait 2-3 business days to get the next in the 
          series. or having to actually leave my bed to go buy it. gross. i know so many people are gung ho about paper books. loving the 
          smell and feel of them or whatever, but i just don't care. my favorite thing about reading is actually reading. not the touch 
          and feel of a book in my hand. maybe those people think i just don't understand. maybe they think i'm weird or deprived, but 
          whatever. i've tried paper books and i just don't love them. i guess i just can't appreciate them the way some people can. now 
          if i actually wrote a book, i'd want that thing printed a hundred times over, but as it is, i'll stick with my ebooks. another 
          thing is that books are expensive. paper books and ebooks alike, don't get me wrong, but i'll stick to my kindle unlimited books. 
          fucking love kindle unlimited. though it doesn't really have all the popular booktok and bookstagram books. which is usually just 
          fine for me because i hate following the crowds on which books to read, but right now i'm being a big fat hypocrite and reading 
          all the trendy fantasy novels. but yeah. kindle unlimited. amazing.
          
          anyways back to the not following the bandwagon. i have nothing against the books everyone likes. but my favorites tend to be the 
          more niche ones. not super super niche ok. but like not 1mil reviews on good reads. i guess it's just because of how reading is 
          my escape you know? how can it be my escape when everyone and their mother is there also? i want to hold my books close to my 
          chest and never let them leave. never let anyone see them. the characters are for me and me only. i know that's not logical but 
          it's how i feel. i'll gatekeep my favorite books til the end of time. i'm not a good book club person because i hate talking 
          about the books i read. again, because i want to feel like those books are mine. like they were written for me. i'm just a 
          sensitive little bitch really. i don't know if i'm making any sense. i like talking about this here. where no one's likely to 
          see. or if they do, they don't know me. i'll gladly talk here about my books. where it's just me and a screen. but elsewhere? 
          no. those are my little treasures. not to be shared with the world. maybe that makes me weird. maybe that makes me greedy. but 
          i don't care.
          
          another little aside on the sensitive bit, i'm an extreme empath at times it feels like. i cry for all the main characters in my 
          books. mainly the women of course. ain't gonna cry for no man. but i cry during books that aren't sad, during scenes that aren't 
          sad. but i just cry. i cry for how people treat my main character you know? like she's taking it like a badass, but i'm breaking 
          down. oh another thing is that i'm a main character kinda girl. my favorite character will always be the main character so long 
          as i actually like the book. i can't understand how some people could like side characters better. i will die for my main 
          characters. really i'm just a sensitive little baby. my mind works just like the authors want it to most of the time. fight for 
          the main character and fall for the love interest. that's another think. i can't read a book if there's no romance subplot. well 
          i can. but usually it won't be a favorite. gotta have something. and they have to live happily ever after. of course. i mean i 
          did love divergent and she freaking died at the end, but whatever. i was really depressed after that. naturally.
          
          i forget what else i was going to say so this is it for now. if anyone out there actually found this and read it all, you're 
          cool.
        
Late Night Ramblings
why am i awake right now? every morning i wake up and dread leaving my bed. i want to stay under the covers for days instead of hours and minutes. every day i'm tired beyond belief. i spend my days yawning and yearning for a nap for sleep for something. and then i get there. i get to nighttime and i can't find it. can't find sleep. i have so many thoughts in my head. too many. i read and sometimes those thoughts fall away and i can read myself to sleep. but some nights are like tonight. where i can't shut my brain off when i shut my book off. i make up stories in my head to fall asleep. doesn't everyone? but sometimes those stories don't help. sometimes they're not as comforting as they usually are. sometimes they morph into random scenarios that aren't the specific ones i've designed in my head and then everything is wrong and then i can't sleep because everything is wrong in my head. i make up so many stories that they all blend together and i can't keep my thoughts straight. my anxiety can't turn off my thoughts of reality any more than it can turn of my thoughts of fantasy. so they both end up swirling there. i stress about my classes and my exams and talking to people and meeting people and the trip i'm taking this summer and money and food. i stress and i stress and right along with those thoughts, i dream. i dream i'm not lonely. i dream i'm not weak and awkward and sensitive. my thoughts contradict themselves. and i lay awake. always awake when i just want to sleep. because i'm tired. so tired. i hope i can find it. sleep that is. and i hope that when i wake up tomorrow i wake with some motivation to live. that sounds pretty dark and depressing, but this week has really not been my week. and it's only tuesday.
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