12 Things in My Room

I like my room a lot. So in my “am I a hoarder” state I figured I would show ya’ll some things in my room and try and write something about why it is important.

Stolen Sign
A Piece of memorabilia from my days at good ol’ camp Kenesserie. I’m not sure which is worse about this sign, that it makes me a thief or that it makes me a hoarder of useless things.

Art Wall
Every single things on this wall is crooked but all together it makes me very happy. Why fix things that are not broken.

Daily Journal
My friend and I bought these together and I have been successful in writing a little sentence everyday.

Pixar Lamp
It’s not actually, but it is definitely Ikea’s version of the little lamp that bounces on the letters.. I like this lamp a lot.
Plants (real and fake)
Helping with oxygen & aesthetic, mostly aesthetic. About half of my plants are fake and the other half are barely alive. I definitely don’t have a green thumb, more of a brown thumb.
Candles
ALL THE FIRE. Except not currently… because the one thing my room doesn’t have is a lighter. Cool

Ukelele
It gets its occasional use when I decide to serenade (torture) the neighbors. SUCH a virtuoso.

Dog Tape Dispenser
Aside from the fact that this is dope AF, it is also practical. But practicality is hindered by it holding pink washi tape that I rarely use.

A little Deika elephant and drink coupon.
Got my little shrine to the Dieka. It is this huge bar in the Netherlands and I loved it so much I keep my little mems on display.

Deer-thing
I have had this print for almost a year, and still have no idea what it is. Despite how creepy it is I find it slightly inspired by it. Plus it was $5 and I hardly ever get nightmares anymore.

Glitter Desk
I redid the top of this desk sometime last year. It really has no purpose in my room since I do all of my work from my bed cocoon. It adds sparkle to my room and who doesn’t want that?

Jar of Moments
Yes, it IS less than half full… probably because I rarely remember to put anything in it. not that I have nothing to add.

On my next episode of “things in my room”: the over-sized pile of clothes in my closet.

Dealing With Hate.

You are probably wondering what I could possibly have to say about haters with my 80 followers who are mostly family….but apparently I have a lot to say, about 800 words, so here it goes.

This is once again another post I wasn’t going to make, I have been thinking of the right words to say for a few days now and nothing really is put into coherent sentences. I have been writing this blog for almost a year now, and as it is mostly my friends and family who read it, all the criticism I receive is usually in conversation with those people. However a few days ago I had an article posted in my local paper, where I did the same format writing that I do here on the topic of going out in the city. It was a piece I put more effort into than my entire last year on this blog. I had 4 people edit the piece for grammatical errors (pretty self-explanatory if you have read anything else I have written). Writing isn’t my top skill.

I have since had direct emails and comments on the newspapers website saying that I am stupid, or that my grammar is bad or that “my school has many smart students, how did they find this girl”. This has been multiple days of me thinking and re-thinking about this. Because in my head a lot of this isn’t my fault. (yeah that sounds really bad)

1. The topic was given to me by the newspaper and I was also given an angle to go at it from. To me, I did what i was asked to do and I did in a way that I thought was intriguing, funny and in the style of a blog post.

2. I don’t think people realize what it means to tell a writer they have bad grammar, on my own self regulated website, I understand people telling me I should use more periods and spell things correctly, but this piece wasn’t merely edited by myself (because we see how that goes), it was also edited by the paper themselves.

3. I never claimed to be a professional writer nor did I claim to be writing to represent the student body, I am merely a student who writes a blog, saw the opportunity to do what I do here and took it. Apparently having the word “student” next to an article automatically means that the piece was to be written academically, which it wasn’t.

4. Lastly, I do think that a lot of the hate that I am receiving could be aimed at the paper itself, for allowing such stupid journalism to be published. Which I can understand because I also agree that I don’t like fluff pieces in the news, tell me whats happening, if I wanted a blog post I would go get it. However, the NEWSPAPER asked me to write for them, THEY said they liked the piece and THEY chose to publish it. It was not me on my own posting it like I do here so the response makes me feel extremely uncomfortable, as if I should be saying sorry for having my article published.

I do want to move on with my life and not feel hindered by hateful comments, however if someone commented on my blog I would attempt to start a conversation and make it productive criticism. That is the difference between WordPress and Facebook. I am expected to not comment back on the negative feedback my article receives but to sit back and watch people join together in a conversation about how much they dislike it. As a whole, the comments left were not helpful anyways, so I am left baffled as to why they thought that writing a nasty comment on a Facebook article actually astounds me.

I have never thought of myself as a strong writer, doing this blog merely because I enjoy sharing my ideas and getting feedback. But to be put in the position of a professional writer was never something I had imagined for myself, and it is as clear as ever that my hobby should stay a hobby.

To be completely honest, I have been told time and time again to ignore the hate, just as I have told others. However, to ignore the stupid unproductive comments on my article has made me lose all confidence in my writing and make me feel like the smallest/stupidest person in the world. I have never masqueraded as a professional writer, I am a blogger at heart just wanted to share what my feelings and read others.

Basically my final thought is that one negative comment took away from all the happy and positive comments that the article got which sucks, but it’s hard to think something is good when people are calling the article bad and the writer stupid.

P.S. Not that I think that the people who leave mean comments on things read my blog, I assume you are all as passive aggressive as I am.

Perhaps leave a comment if you have ever felt like this too.

Molly.

This post is not for me, because if it were me I would never talk about this topic on my blog . Instead this post is for my parents and siblings because I’m hoping that through this post and through my words they can feel a sense of relief and closure that I am getting from writing this post.

I knew this day would come eventually when in February my mom took our family dog to the vet and found out that she has a degenerative joint problem that would continue to escalate and worsen over time. Upon hearing this mom wanted to put her down, because she was her baby and no one wants to see their baby in pain, however ultimately the family decided to wait until she was in pain to actually put her down.

From here on out life became a waiting game, every week my mom took Molly to London to receive special electrode-therapy treatments. Molly was on pain meds and she was no longer allowed to go on the walks she once loved. But The next problem was that when Molly and our other dog Lucie would go outside together they would run away, often to see dogs that lived down the road from us, who could blame them. So at home we were only ever allowed to put one dog out at a time. This happened for the last time last night, Molly and Lucie went out together and ran away, when they returned Molly would no longer walk because she was in pain. Yes, my mother could take her to London for another treatment but that was only going to prolong an inevitable day, and at this point it wasn’t fair to Molly.

I received the call at 11;30 that in an hour, my mom and sister would take Molly to the vet to have her put down. It feels awful not being there, knowing she is going into a place she is scared of to lay on a cold table and never wake up. My only wish is that she is surrounded by her toys and her blankie and she has my family around to pet her and tell her its okay. I’m glad that she will never have to suffer or wait for another treatment again. I hope that when she has left this world my family feels a weight lifted from them and they can feel at ease that she is better now than she was a few hours ago.

People underestimate what a dog means to you. She was more than a family pet, she was our best friend. And I know that everyone thinks this about their dog, but I genuinely feel that Molly had the ability to brighten peoples lives, especially mine.

I don’t know who will greet me at the door wuth a wagging tail and cry because she missed me. Or what I will do without her sloppy morning kisses. She was my body pillow when I slept at night and someone to hug when I needed it most. She will always be in my heart, I love her forever and never forget her. Here’s to the memories we shared.