Home… sick

I’m home… sick. Not the emotional home sick either. I’m sick, and I’m at home. There’s a garbage can next to me just incase.

The following meme describes my thought process these past three days:

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I’m tired of tea, I’m tired of 7 up, I’m tired of saltine crackers, I’m tired of vegetable broth.  I’m whiny and grumpy. I want my mom.

Do you guys have a remedy to help me?

I get super dizzy quickly and I’m exhausted.

Please help.

 

Okay heres to my blog post:

Now I don’t know if you guys know or not but my dream is to someday live in Indianapolis.

“But why, Selina? Does anything happen there?” You all ask.

“I don’t have a clue as to why. It’s just a thing. It’s my destiny and I have to go.” Says me.

“Okay then.” You all say.

Me *jumps and skips and goes on about my boring day*

Some people have had this feeling about a husband, long term boyfriend, a pet, or a career path.

They say something along the lines of, “when you know, you know.”

And that’s how I feel about this city. The second I got there I knew I wanted to spend a good chunk of my life living there.

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I’ve even taken steps in order to be able to move there. For instance I’m saving!

Now on a scale of 0-Donald Trump on how much money I have saved, I’m about a .05%… so, I’m not quite there… yet. It’s going to happen. I’m trying my hardest though. I’m passionate about saving so I can move.

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I’m giving this challenge a try this year. In my career you get a lot of 5$ bills, so it’s worth a shot.

I have a five year plan. I’m actually going to Indianapolis soon so I can get a “lay of the land.” I want to see a few salons, see different living areas, eat at different restaurants, and get the vibe.

I belong in this city. How do you guys save? Do you have any tips or tricks? This sounds odd but I do better saving cash. If I have money on my bank card I will spend it. Cash guilts me into saving. I don’t know how or why, but its just what works for me.

These are some of my 2017 Motto’s:

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A boy called me fat.

First of all before I dive into this post I’d just like to say that the boys of Grand Rapids, Michigan suck.

I went on a date last night. It was going fine but I couldn’t help but notice that he wasn’t very talkative and he wouldn’t look at me. I just thought he was a quiet person or something.

Nope.

He’s just an ass. There is no other word to describe him.

I wake up to a text this morning and it says “you were bigger than I was expecting, why did you hide that?”

I responded by saying “and you’re a much bigger ass than I was expecting, why did you hide that from me?”

there will not be a second date.

I know boys don’t defy your self worth and all that, but it sucks.

I knew I had gain some weight since starting school, but I didn’t realize It was so bad that I would be judged for it.

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As if I didn’t hate myself enough. Thank you, sir, I’m glad you felt like it was your civil duty to make me feel like complete and utter shit. It means a lot. As if I didn’t already have depression, and let things get to me easily.

Sorry guys, I had to vent.