One More Hat–Short Film Review

     This long awaited post (it probably hasn’t, but I’m going to act like it is so please play along) is my new short film review!! I know, I know, cue the fireworks, cue the confetti, cue it all! I have finally found my new outlet for short films. I don’t know if you remember, but in one of my previous short film reviews, I mentioned a film school named ESMA. Well, this school has been put in a playlist of over 600 CGI animated short films alongside many other film schools and studios. I think I’m going to post animated short films from now on, but we’ll see what the future holds.

     In my journey of finding a short film to post, I watched 5, maybe 6 films before I settled on this one. Now these films were amazing, but this one stood out the most. It beat out a short film of a dog and a cat going through a major caffeine rush, which was absolutely hilarious. It reminded me of all the junior lits and our growing addiction to coffee (even though no one wants to admit it!) This particular film was just so unique and cinematically beautiful. The music used was so melodic and just perfect for the setting of the film. It gave me ratatouille vibes in a sense. The French culture that was displayed was so beautiful and made me smile the entire film. The concept of the film was the best thing about it. Call me childish, but animated films warm my heart. It brings a sense of nostalgia of the years where I would just sit and watch cartoons all day. Oh! how I yearn for those days. I think I loved this film so much because of the feeling it gave me. If a film doesn’t move me inside, I don’t appreciate it as much as a film that does. Animation just brings out the child in me, and I often like to be remembered of my childlike ways. It reassures me that I’m not a grown up yet, thank God!

      Also, this film made me think of the Kentucky Derby and the infamous hat pieces that are displayed there. I think it’s only appropriate that I mention that one day, I too will be wearing my Sunday’s best with a giant hat on watching horses race. Why, I have no reason to be ashamed, so why not just say it! 

     Now with that little spill, let me actually breakdown the film and rate it.

-The overall graphics were really well done and accurate. I could see these characters as actual people. Graphics get a 10/10 for me!

-The music was so peaceful and accurate. I have to find the music used and add it to my music library to be honest. Music gets a 10/10!

-The plot was easy to follow, nothing confusing about it, but the fact the dialogue was in a different language threw me for a loop, and following the subtitles and trying to watch the film at once was an extra task I didn’t really want to do, but it was such a minor thing, I can’t really complain. 10/10 for me!

The overall film gets a 10/10 for me. Some might not see it as THAT good, but it was so good to me, I have nothing to complain about. I really recommend you guys watch this film! Share your thoughts with me on how you thought it was! Also, now that I have a steady outlet for short films, expect more of this series from me. I’ll stop talking now so you can watch, enjoy!

 

 

 

I really want a burger but it’s 10:04 a.m.

I really want a Checker’s burger but it’s 10:04 and I can’t leave in the middle of 2nd block just to drive an hour and a half for a burger. So, let me suck it up and move on with my life.

I guess this blog post will be a recap of my life at MSA so far, starting with New Student Day.

So, on New Student Day, I was anxious. Very, very anxious. I was wearing this ugly pink outfit and I didn’t have time to look like I wanted to be here, so I was scared that no one was going to accept me as their new peer. But, lo and behold, I met my senior, Carter, and my first friends here, Stephyne, Katie, and Hannah. I couldn’t stay for long, however, because my parents wanted to leave as soon as possible.

I didn’t speak to anyone that whole summer.

This past August was hectic. I left my best friends and my dog behind to pursue dreams I wasn’t even sure about. But, A’Naiya, my bestest friend, told me that it was worth it. She said that she believed in me and that was the only thing that got me to Brookhaven on August 2nd. I had to move in on the 3rd, but my family wanted to get there ahead of time so that they didn’t have to get up at 6 to  put everything in the car  and get on the road.

So, to recap all of August: I started off really strong. Then a few of us caught feelings, bonded over those feelings, and some of us got over those feelings (I am not included in that group sksksksk). But, if I’m being honest, August wasn’t too bad of a month. It was just very….fast. I didn’t expect it to give me whiplash, ya’know?

My best friend, A’Naiya Miggins.

September was way worse than August, and it was slow enough for me to actually process what was going on, which, simultaneously, made it even worse and better.

So, recap: I caught harder feelings.

That’s it. It’s over. I’m done. That’s all. I caught harder feelings. And I know what you’re thinking, you hypothetical logic speaker. “How did you catch feelings if you barely know her?” I just did. From day 1. I just felt it, ya’know?

 

No, but honestly, September has just been a terrible month for me, mentally. I just feel so…..off. I don’t want to sleep anymore. I don’t want to eat anymore. I just wanna lie in bed and disassociate. But that’s okay, I’m fine. That wouldn’t prove to be anything but detrimental.

So,yeah!! That’s my life at MSA thus far. Thanks for reading!!

Maleigh :)

Hey guys!

I know I usually post past work in between my big blog topics, but I’m switching things up! I wanna sort of let you into my world, so I am going to provide details and information that just tells you a little bit about me. I will also include pictures, so you’ll have a visual.

Fun Facts & Favorites:
  • Horoscope sign: Gemini
  • Color: Hot pink
  • Ice Cream Flavor: Coffee
  • Scent: Vanilla/Anything floral or girly
  • Hobbies: Crafting, Having conversations, & Shopping
  • Go-To Social Media App: Pinterest or Instagram
  • Food: Cheese pizza, Steak, & Broccoli (not all together)
Accomplishments (in no particular order):
  • MSA Literary
  • Morgan Crosby’s Junior
  • Published  in Call to Response by Write for Mississippi
  • All A’s Honor Roll 2008-now
  • Perfect Attendance 5 times
  • Created an annual food drive (at my previous school)
  • Recipient of the Citizenship Award 7 times
  • 3rd Floor & Junior Literary Representative
Role Models (in no particular order):
Photo Facts:
I grew up in the small town of Foxworth, MS. 

There, I got some of the best friends in the world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have ALWAYS been a cat lover

           

            

            

I am very BUSY and SUPER involved 🙂

                

  

 

 

MORE Facts About Me:
  • I prefer Coke over Pepsi.
  • I enjoy stuffed crust pizza without pineapple.
  • I put my cereal in before my milk, as any normal person would.
  • I put my socks & shoes on in this order: sock, shoe, sock, shoe. Don’t come for me.
  • I like taking ugly “grandma” shirts cutting the sleeves off, and making them look decent*.
  • I have an insane fear of heights & spiders.
  • I can’t swim, but I love being in the water.
  • I can’t drive, but I’m making progress.
  • I like makeup on a good day.
  • I sometimes think I’m lactose intolerant.
  • If I could go back in time, I’d be a baking prodigy, so I could be featured on Kids Baking Championship.
  • Law & Order: SVU will forever remain the best series in my ?.
  • If I had a superpower, I’d want to read minds.
  • My middle name is Arie, after India Arie.
  • I wish I were a natural redhead like Callie & Bri.
  • My mom is my favorite person in the world.
  • I am half Hispanic, and I LOVE that about myself.
  • No, I am not Hawaiian, but I do want to attend college in Hawaii.
  • I love journalism with my whole heart.
  • Mrs. Sibley is one of the best people I know, and I hope to be half the person she is
Random Pictures:

 


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White Privilege


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Tree

A tree stands tall, bending slightly over as the top gets higher. 

It must be afraid to touch the sky. Or perhaps it wants to provide more shelter for when the clouds cry. 

Maybe the tree is sad, for the short nubs imply some arms were cut off. 

Is that why it hunches forward- its taken limbs lead it to despair? 

Or could it be slouched because it finds the fact of being taken for granted unfair? 

Whatever the reason, it is too unmotivated – too distraught to clean

 its wide trunk of the spotting moss that is turning white when it once was green. 

The moss’s color is fading, but the amount is growing

And now the tree must be sad because it’s true age is showing. 

Beyond the thin rings being added inside the thick wood that the eye can not see

More wrinkles and cracks appear in its bark giving the fear of growing old a guarantee. 

The thick, strong roots are embedded in the dirt beneath it

And ashamed of them, the tree tries to hide them in the ground… 

where it thinks, it thinks they can not be found. 

It wants to look independent, it does not want to rely on anything to hold it up-

Yet the part of the roots that show give away it’s weakness, although they may be short, 

The fact that it can not stand without their unwanted support. 

Thousands and hundreds of colorful small leaves 

Hang on the branches in light shades of green. 

They shine in the sun and capture the light on each of their surfaces

I place my hand on the rocky skin of the tree from the shade, was tinted dark

And feel the warmth of the absorbed sun in the gray bark 

And the hundred limbs branching out above me bring a cool shade 

along with the rest of the earth the tree has decided to lean over as it stands on display. 

-an ekphrastic piece I wrote based off a tree at msa.

Ever since I was little, I’ve found beauty in nature so easily and have given it human characteristics. When I would climb trees as a child, my small hands would grip a small branch not strong enough to hold my whole 40 lbs of weight and would snap off and fall far to the ground. I would apologize to the tree with genuine remorse and pat its rough trunk as to comfort it, then I would continue to climb.

This poem came naturally, as I have always been able to look at a living thing and assigned it an emotion and personality. I related it to an elderly person- when they get to the stage of self recognition concerning their feeble state, but take no responsibility for the necessary dependence they need. They want to maintain the independence they lose with age and not admit that they need support. Yet with the lack of youth, there is a great sense of wisdom, strength, and unappreciated beauty. With growth comes experience, and experience is admirable- whether it is found  in people, or nature.

 

The Big Easy

The Big Easy

swoops of chocolate press lightly

and yellow kisses her skin

as she spins endlessly 

under the starry sky

jazz plays a smooth tune 

as she dances with the sax

and passes into a singer’s embrace

her body is floating on musical chords

she’s so careless, so free

and I can’t help but want to dance

with her on French Quarter


Last week I went to the MSA dance recital, and I was inspired by a dance that made me feel nostalgic. It was so lovely, and I could imagine a whole scenario with the dance. The dancer was under a yellowish light, and I believe the music was smooth.

I could just picture the whole scene in New Orleans. A person under a streetlamp dances freely, while jazz plays in the background. Perhaps, it’s even raining while they dance away. It doesn’t matter because all the person can focus on is their love for jazz, and dance.

I have such a deep love for New Orleans, so seeing this piece was truly beautiful. I used to go to New Orleans every summer, and stay at my Uncle’s house. We would go to the aquarium, the zoo, and the mall as well. I had so many amazing memories from there.

Though, after a while I did not appreciate New Orleans as much. It seemed boring after a while. I suppose that is because my 8 year old self already did the fun stuff.

Until I randomly decided to go last summer. I originally wanted to go to New York, but New Orleans was much more realistic. My mom and I went, and I felt a sense of joy entering the city. There was art everywhere you turned, and people doing their daily tasks. We stayed at a hotel nestled in the back of the French Quarter. Behind that hotel was a tasty Greek restaurant called the Halal Guys. The front of the restaurant was fully opened, and you could see the trolley pass by as you ate.

Speaking of the trolley, I was also infatuated with it. I never realized the seats could actually change different directions (it makes sense now because the trolley goes back and forth in different directions). My mom and I would just sit and look at old houses while it continued on the tracks. It was the most relaxing feeling I had experienced in a while.

Overall, the trip made me gain back my appreciation for New Orleans. So every time something reminds me of it, I am hit with a sense of love. Oh New Orleans, I can’t wait to go back to you <3

 

MUA

So before I get into this post, I realize I haven’t followed up on some of my recent series. Trust and believe those follow up post will be coming soon. With my short film series, I haven’t been able to find a short film I feel like posting. I want to post good content so just be patient with that. With my other series, I just haven’t had the motivation to do them, but I am a woman of my word and I will be sure to get those posts up soon. For today’s post however, I would like to share a video. Now, this might appeal more to my people who enjoy makeup. Though, if you are wondering about the world of makeup and want to get a taste of it, I would suggest you keep reading. My experience with makeup has been…short lived but is on going. My sister was the one who got me into makeup. She started around this age, mind you I’m 16 and she’s 20 now so she definitely has more experience than me. I would always watch her do her makeup and I would be so jealous because I wasn’t allowed to put on makeup yet. As soon as I turned 15, I begged my mom to let me start wearing makeup and she let me. She didn’t let me do a full face of makeup at first which is understandable. I knew she wouldn’t let me use foundation or concealer or lipstick yet, but I could do my eyebrows and lashes. I was perfectly fine with this since I thought it would be easier to learn how to do my eyebrows and lashes first anyway. My eyebrow journey was indeed a long one. I started off by using an eyebrow pencil, but once I learned how to do that I moved onto brow pomade. I want to insert some pictures so y’all could see, but me not being internet savvy, I can’t seem to figure out how. After mastering my brows, which I truly mastered over the past summer, I moved to lashes. Now this was a challenge. Putting on false lashes was the hardest thing to do in my life. My hand used to shake bad when I was working on a specific thing so that made it so much more harder. I eventually mastered it and now it’s like second nature to me. When I turned 16, I could finally do full faces. Luckily this would be the easy part. My sister did help me a lot at this stage, but she could only do so much. I practiced a lot over the past summer. When I say a lot—I mean a lot. I eventually got my routine down when I do a full face, but I still need more practice in this stage to fully master it. One thing that has helped me a lot has been Youtube videos. Yes, I’ve finally said it. YouTube videos have saved my life LOL. Specifically Jackie Aina. Jackie is a black MUA (Makeup Artist) who is just wonderful and so talented at makeup. Her tutorials have helped me so much. In fact, this whole post has led to a video I’m going to share. This particular video is one of her more, say, family friendly videos. Not that her videos are inappropriate but they do have some content that may not be for everybody. In this video, Jackie shares the screen with her lively niece Jade. This is one of my favorite videos because it is so cute to see her niece play around in Jackie’s makeup. I hope you enjoy!

redheads do it better

As a redhead, I have had a love-hate relationship with my hair my entire life. I’ve heard some of the meanest insults and I’ve been asked the most ridiculous questions. I used to struggle with my hair because it is not the traditional carrot orange that is most often associated with being a redhead. My hair is a darker red, which is called auburn. My hair’s texture has changed drastically over the course of my life so far. When I was a baby, it was silky smooth with perfect ringlets. Then I cut my own hair. Then, it was straight for a while. Then I cut most of it off again. And now, my hair is in an awkward stage between wavy and curly. Some parts are super curly while others are either loose waves or board straight.

See? Not the traditional red.
I don’t really fit in with my redhead friend, Kaleb, because he has the stereotypical red hair. He’s still accepts me as his Ginger friend, though.

When I would get mad at something, all of my friends would call me “Ginger Snap”. *cue the eye roll*

Redheads seem to be the butt of jokes. Redhead children are often associated with being ugly (sorry, we don’t sugarcoat things over here) and I think it honestly depends on the redhead. Some of us aren’t too bad.

And if you have never heard “I’d rather be dead than red on the head” then you are lucky. I’ve heard it sooooo many times in the course of my school life. I went through stages of hating my hair so much that I dyed it an actual red. I would show you guys but honestly, I’m too embarrassed. It didn’t look bad or anything; I just love my hair now and it frustrates me to think that I didn’t love it before.

Here you can see a wild redhead in her natural habitat.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Okay, I’m done talking about my childhood trauma. Let’s answer some commonly asked questions about redheads!

Do you have a soul?”

First of all… mind your business.

(Jk, I do have a soul. It’s borrowed, but it’s there  :mrgreen: )

“You’re so pale. Why don’t you just get a tan?”

Why didn’t I think about that? Oh wait! I did. We can’t tan. According to gingerparrot.com, every human’s skin is made up of different level of Pheomelanin and Eumelanin. Eumelanin is a brown/ black pigment, which Pheomelanin is a pink/ red one. Redheads have a very high amount of Pheomelanin and a very low amount of Eumelanin. The pheomelanin pinkish color also helps explain why we have red hair. This lack of Eumelanin is responsible for pale skin, as well as lighter eye colors, such as blue, green or grey. In place of tanning comes an inability to protect itself naturally against UV exposure, so redheads tend to burn more quickly and frequently if not wearing sun protection.

“Is that your natural hair color?”

Nah. My mom and I have dyed it since I was born. Yes, it’s natural.

“I’ve heard redheads have a high pain tolerance. Is that true?”

Scientifically, yes. Personally, absolutely not.

“Do both of your parents have red hair?”

Actually, no. Only my mom does. My dad is almost the literal opposite of me, which is surprising since the red hair gene is recessive. I think they both have the gene but my dad’s dominant gene was his German heritage. He has dark skin and dark hair. My brothers are both the same way. We don’t exactly look like we belong together when we’re out in public.

“Is it true that redheads have anger issues?”

I don’t know if it applies to all redheads but I know that I have a very low level of patience and small things can cause me to become very agitated. It might just be my personality. It’s hard pretending to be nice all the time.

“Don’t most redheads have brown or green eyes?”

Yes! But my little combination is very rare. Having red hair and blue eyes is extremely uncommon. Only 1-2% of all redheads have it. I kind of wish I had brown eyes, though. They’ve always been the prettiest eye color to me. They’re also the most underrated.

“Brianna, how are you just so awesome?”

Awwweee! Thanks for asking! It’s most definitely the hair.

 

If you don’t have a redhead friend, I totally DON’T SUGGEST GETTING ONE. WE’RE EVIL AND VILE. The end 🙂

 

Beauty Pageants: Are They Objectifying Women?

This week’s blog post is going to be a little different. Although I love doing interview-style blogs, it is sometimes difficult to find people that have experienced the topics I am delving into each week. Fret not, though, my friends, I am still going to be going into each topic wholeheartedly. I also think this will add some variety to my blogs, so that you all aren’t reading the same type each week!

Enjoy 🙂


Pageants in the Media

Everyone has seen the TLC series Toddlers & Tiaras at least once in their life or at least has heard about it. If not, this show is about children who compete in beauty pageants. The girls (and sometimes, boys) are from newborn to age 10. The show has created much controversy over the years. In 2012, a child that had been featured in the series was in a custody hearing in which a court-appointed psychologist was needed. “Children adorned with pageantry identities are not ‘playing’ or ‘pretending.’ Instead, they are trained to closely resemble their adult counterparts,” she says. Most of the negativity that stems from the show is whether or not the mothers who put their children in the pageants are expressing themselves through their children. As well as, the idea that the pageants are objectifying and sexualizing young girls. The TLC series has outraged many people over the world because they are “robbing children of their innocence for ratings”.

Furthermore, Netflix recently released an original movie called Dumplin’. The show depicts the story of Willowdean Dickson, a plus-sized teenager from a small town in Texas. Her mother is a former beauty queen and the director of the town’s annual pageant. As a ploy against her mother, Willowdean signs up for the pageant. However, her plan backfires, and she ends up starting a revolution with other unlikely girls joining the pageant with her. The movie shows how the pageant industry and her mother’s heavy involvement in it affected Willowdean as a teenage girl. In the end, however, she becomes more understanding of pageants and has an appreciation for them, in a sense.

Similarly, the 2000 movie, Miss Congeniality, goes into the investigation of the Miss United States pageant. In order to get intel, the agents must go undercover. Gracie Hart, being the only female on the team that “looks the part” has to be the one to go undercover and participate in the pageant. Ironically, she is a tom-boy and has no interest in being a beauty pageant, as they go against her feminist beliefs. During the pageant, Gracie teaches a self-defense method and tries to stay true to her beliefs, but later, when asked if she thought pageants were “outdated and anti-feminist”, Gracie responded with, “Well, I would have to say: I used to be one who thought that. And then, I came here, and I realized that these women are smart, terrific people who are just trying to make a difference in the world. And for me, this experience has been one of the most rewarding and liberating experiences of my life.” Although the movie is fictional, I think it speaks to how society has these negative ideals that beauty queens are all beauty and no brains, or that they do, in fact, objectify women.

Body Standards in Pageants

Pageants are a big part of the beauty industry in that, to enter a pageant, or to even have a chance at winning, you have to have a certain body type. Now, there are plus-size pageants, but they aren’t as commonly known, and there is also no integration of body diversity in a single pageant.

In 2017, full-figured model, Ashley Graham, hosted the Miss Universe pageant, but that didn’t keep her from criticizing the event for not having any curvy contestants compete in the international competition in the 60 years of its existence. She says, “I think it’s important that we continue to show diversity of all sizes, ethnicities, backgrounds, and religions, so, for me, I’m here to show diversity of size. Because not yet have we had a curvy girl in Miss Universe or even in the Miss USA pageant.”

In addition to the body standards placed upon women to compete in pageants, there is also usually a swimsuit portion of the competition, in which women are judged for their body and how physically fit they are or aren’t. As well as, judging them for their makeup and overall outer facial appearance. This is added pressure for women to be “perfect” which is objectifying women.

However, that is not all that pageants focus on. Some pageants require many essays and/or interviews, so participants do have to have the “brains”, as well. Unfortunately, most of the time, they are coached to say certain things in order to win, despite their actual beliefs. For example, the age-old “world peace” cliche. Many women don’t believe that is actually achievable or the biggest issue to change. But there are some pageants that are also scholarship programs, which in some cases, may be the only way a girl can pay for college. However, pageants are so expensive to win that it basically defeats the purpose of making it a scholarship program.

Pageants That Hit Closer to Home

I did extensive research on the beauty pageant industry, but I figured that insight into the local pageant world would further the relativity. I sat down with fellow MSA literary, Kerri Bland, a former pageant participant, to discuss what they are like on a more local level.

What has your experience with pageants been like?

“The pageants I did were in junior high, around 7th or 8th grade. I had to go to training. Essentially, there’s a certain you have to carry yourself. For me, personally, I had to go to a training session with a person who competed in their younger years. I would have to put on heels and walk in circles and lines, just basic things. I even learned how to wave my hand the right way. She also once told me that some girls would put Vaseline on their teeth to keep them smiling. It’s so physically straining to wear both a form-fitting dress, heels, all of it. The physical effects are so negative.”

How was the actual pageant and competition?

“The actual pageant itself wasn’t bad even backstage. I’ll admit, it was a very social experience. I do not have any bad experiences behind the stage. On stage, you could tell the audience was filled up with a fanbase for certain people. Anytime a certain girl walked across stage, her boyfriend and his friends would scream, or the families. You could the families that were a little bit more supportive or overbearing, in a “if they don’t win, I’m about to throw a trophy across the room” kinda thing. And in the end, the winner was the same people who had won the previous year, and the year before that, and the year before that. But all of the pageant girls were very accepting toward me. I got to meet a lot of people that I, otherwise, would not have talked to, and they were very assuring.”

What do you think the judging system is based on?

“Whether it’s based on beauty, I don’t know. I know some people believe there’s a bribery system involved or favoritism. In a school pageant, I can’t really tell you. There’s many things involved in that. Larger scale pageants, though, I am not as familiar with those.”

Was it a diverse group of girls?

The majority of them were white and skinny. Not all of them were white, but then again, I went to a predominantly white school.”

I know that you now do cosplay and compete, how does that mimic or differ from beauty pageants?

“It’s really the same with few exceptions. With cosplay pageants, instead of buying a dress, you’re making an outfit. You’re putting in the actual production and design technique. Even then, you still have to learn how to carry yourself across the stage. They’re really basing you off of your talent, but instead of going up and tap dancing, you are showing them progress pictures of the things you’ve designed and made.”

Do these pageants build a community?

When you put yourself out there, people are getting to know you and you’re getting to know them. They’re getting up close and personal and seeing all of what you’ve put in. Yes, it is a community. They’re not judging you either. It’s not judging a book by its cover, it’s judging a book by its contents.”

Do you think beauty pageants build a community in the same sense, or is it just girls competing with each other?

“No matter what you’re in, there’s always going to be a competitive aspect to it. There’s always going to be someone that feels like they have to win or they’re not good enough or that pageants are their life or that if they don’t win, they’re a failure. For the majority of people, specifically in pageants, I think they are doing for the love of that. Not because they want a crown, but because they love getting up on stage. Or at least, just for me, because I don’t do it for the crown. I do it to meet people, to meet judges, and for the overall experience.”

Are Beauty Pageants Objectifying Women?

The very question that started this conversation. Whatever your opinion is on the matter, the fact is: beauty pageants are mainly focused on the superficial qualities of women. However, pageants aren’t some mandatory requirement of being a woman. It is a choice. To compete in a pageant is a lot of hard work, time, and money. It’s a big deal, and women should think long and hard before entering one. But again, at the end of the day, pageants are a choice. If pageants make just one woman happy and gives her the confidence to be herself, then there’s no problem. I do, however, think there’s a problem within the system of pageants. From swimsuit evaluations to facial appearance ratings, the system is flawed— just like the seemingly “perfect” women that pageant judges fish for.

An Obituary for [Redacted]

On September 20, 2019, [redacted] departed from my world.

Although [redacted] only held a place in my life for about two months, I will miss [redacted] a considerable amount, for we shared numerous memories while also learning from each other.

With a heavy heart, I will reminisce about our adventures for years to come.

I will never forget the four times we took out the trash. We wheeled it down the hallway, and I tripped a lot. Who knew that chores could elicit such joy? On our way to the dumpster, I recalled ballet steps while you struck envy in the hearts of all. And how could I ever forget the wheels popping off as we struggled to dump everyone’s overflowing garbage?

I will never forget your awesome sweeping. Also, the microwave will miss you as well.

I will never forget our horrific struggles either, actually. How could I? How could I forget the green knob that randomly decided to pop off? How could I forget how my drawer hit the ground, quitting life one day? How could I forget the terrible, terrible drain that choked on everyone’s accumulated sadness?

I will never forget the smell of constant coffee in the morning and the smell of hot pockets in the evening. My heart has a special place for popped popcorn and devoured Reese’s chocolates, also.

And I will never forget how you deeply influenced my life. When I ran out of sugar, you lent me yours. When I overslept for five minutes, you woke me up. When I thought the bathroom door was locked, you told me that I had locked it. When I needed a rag to clean the shower, you provided one.

I will also never forget how you dealt with me. Thank you for tolerating that cursed lamp and for bearing with each Reese’s opened past ten. Thank you for cleaning the bathroom sometimes. Thank you for dividing our storage space in half when we gained neighbors. Thank you for listening to me rant about Michael Crichton and The Book Thief (each for a literal hour). Thank you for sharing some of my bizarre music tastes and helping me invent conspiracy theories circulating a person’s eyebrows. And thank you for helping me dump the trash, for helping me figure out that short story, for helping me realize that I needed coffee to—wait for it—suffice.

I am so appreciative of you, [redacted]. And I will never forget the fun of wearing those heels and the humor of, “where were you?” Although you never were able to see me as a giant Home Depot, you came to two coffee houses (the dedication, wow; I am not being sarcastic). I will also like to add that you did, however, see me homeless, excluding the “sophisticated” glasses, of course.

All in all, [redacted], I will miss your presence greatly. You deeply impacted my life, and I will never forget you. I will miss your awesome hair and outfits as well as your personality, and I will miss your awesome fridge and arrangement of food. Although you have departed from my life, the memory of you will forever linger.

I will never forget you, [redacted]. (:

(Thank you for leaving the mirror, the Pet Sematary poster, a gum wrapper, and a plastic cup filled with water, by the way.)


Wednesday’s Fun Fact:

Anyone can be an artist. Actually, if you think about it, there is something so artistic about existence itself.


Have a nice day, person.

the most underrated and overrated food

Although everyone enjoys eating food, I still think it’s underrated. Well, most of it anyways. Some of it is also overrated for sure, it’s not just food either, but food joints and restaurants.

I know what you’re thinking, this is such an inappropriate topic to confront considering the risks of losing friends and loved ones. Well, I apologize, but I feel the sudden need to express my opinion whether they agree with me or not (I know I know, I’m so independent now). Being a student at a school where you eat strictly cafeteria food, you gain an appreciation and almost an obsession with homemade or restaurant food- It’s pretty much all I’ve been able to think about this past week. Anyways, If you’re reading this- I hope we can continue to get along despite our disagreements.

#1 most overrated food: spaghetti.

Picture this: You’re in a fancy restaurant. The dim strung lights and sparkling chandeliers reflect in the large tinted windows. The silk white table cloths complement the neatly folded black cloth napkins. You sit in your comfortable cushioned chair carved from only the finest wood from the finest tree from the finest part of the world. Oh, the elegance! You tremble as you pick up the smooth leather menu- knowing, hoping, praying, that it consists of only the best of foods known to man. And what’s the first thing you read? Freaking spaghetti! THIS IS SUPPOSE TO BE A 5 STAR RESTAURANT PEOPLE! My question is, how could spaghetti even be on the same menu with Smoked Ricotta Tortellini? Like what midlife crisis was this poor soul going through to actually think that would be exceptionable? Spaghetti is not a 5 star dish, in fact, I’d give it solid 2 stars.

Most overrated restaurant: taco bell.

Okay, so this is where the tension intensifies, but it’s time the truth comes out. Taco Bell isn’t even a 3 on the spectrum of 1-10, (10 being amazing) and everyone basically worships it. I find it disturbing when I ask the question, “what’s your favorite restaurant?”, and I get the disappointing answer, “Taco Bell.” I’m always left wondering the same baffled question: why? Like out of every restaurant there is, why on earth would you choose Taco Bell to be ranked #1 in your life? Have you not been to literally any other restaurant?

#1 most underrated food: sushi.

Sushi gets absolutely no credit for being the best food. I seriously believe that if you don’t enjoy at least one kind of roll, there is something clinically wrong with you (not literally of course). The taste, texture, and everything is just wow.  If you live in Hattiesburg, I recommend Yamato (great restaurant) to get sushi and start by getting the “Shaggy Dog” roll. Shrimp tempura topped with spicy crab (it’s not that spicy though) piled on top of every piece and drizzled with amazing sauce. It’s crunchy, yet soft and i’m going to stop describing it because i’m making myself hungry. But seriously, just go try it. 5/5 stars. If you live in Brookhaven, I recommend Little Tokyo, and while I’ve only gone there once, the roll I had was superb- as most sushi is. It was called the “Bam Bam roll” and I’d give it a solid 4/5 stars. I’ve had many sushi rolls in my life though, so it’s hard for them to make it up to 5 stars. Anyways, with all that being said, sushi is the most underrated food.

#1 most underrated restaurant: Wendy’s.

I’ve heard many people complain about the taste of the food at this wonderful restaurant and I really can’t comprehend why.  I don’t think I’ve ever had anything there that was below 3 stars, yet people don’t understand how truly great it is. you can get 4 exquisite items for the low price of $4! That’s a darn good taste for a darn good price. I don’t see how people disregard so blindly its great attributes. Really and truly, I’d give this restaurant 4/5 stars overall. Some occasions 5 🙂

Okay guys, that’s all I have for now. Thanks for reading, I hoped you enjoyed these probably scientific facts.