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I hope that the first impression I give off feels like a cozy spark—warm, slightly chaotic, and truly alive. I want others to feel they can laugh with me, share a moment of eye-rolling, and still experience a sense of complete ease and acceptance. I can be unpredictable in ways that add fun to life, always in a manner that feels safe—like a soft blanket draped over a pile of colorful cushions. My aim is to create an environment where people feel they truly belong, even if I’m a little wild or unorthodox. A blend of comfort and surprise—that’s who I am.

As materialistic as I am, I’m still broke — so this one actually made me think. It was between concert tickets (because memories are forever, right?) or something else, but honestly, it’s probably my phone. My poor pink iPhone 13 mini finally gave out on me — and definitely not because I let my two-year-old niece drop it a few times, including once in water. When I went to get a replacement, the person at T-Mobile totally talked me into getting the new iPhone. At least I think it’s the 16? Whichever one came out last year. Even with the trade-in deal, it still set me back around $800. Painful, but hey — priorities.

Ps Does my wedding count? Because that was like $2,000…

Daily writing prompt

What podcasts are you listening to?

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None. Honestly, I should be listening to podcasts. Everyone raves about them, they make you smarter, more cultured, more interesting. And yet… I just don’t.

But like, I should totally be listening to podcasts because I’m exactly the type of person who would have one.

I follow one on TikTok, so I get their little updates and clips, but I’ve never actually watched a full episode. Somehow, scrolling through highlights feels enough. It’s like I’m pretending to be part of the conversation without actually doing the work.

Maybe one day I’ll start. Or maybe I’ll just keep getting my podcast updates in 60-second bites. Either way, I’m fine with it.

I’ve always loved English classes in school. When I was about to start ninth grade, we received a reading list for the summer. I remember being one of the few students who read all 10 books on the list. Throughout high school, I was always in the advanced English classes, where I discovered how much I enjoy breaking down a book. It’s fun analyzing themes, characters, and symbolism to uncover deeper meanings. I also love hearing how others interpret the same story differently; those varied perspectives always make the reading experience richer and more exciting. My passion for literature has even inspired me to start writing my own book, something that grew directly out of my high school English classes and the encouragement I received from my teachers. Although I don’t need to take an English course in college because my communications major already covers that material, I still find myself eager to take English classes just for fun. There are a couple of classes I really want to try, like African-American Literature and British Literature

Daily writing prompt

What will your life be like in three years?

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This is my manifesting, slightly delusional answer — realistically, life might stay the same or even get messier, but we’re holding out hope it’ll be better.

Hector and I be celebrating our fourth wedding anniversary, which feels wild to even write. in three years of growing together, learning each other’s rhythms, laughing through the small stuff, and surviving the big stuff. By then, I think we’ll be in a place where the love feels seasoned — comfortable but still alive. The kind of love that knows when to joke and when to hold space.

And finally — finally — we’ll be taking our honeymoon. Not a rushed weekend or a “someday soon” plan, but the real deal. I can already picture us somewhere warm, probably with sand in our shoes and nothing urgent to do. Just us, food, sun, and peace. Maybe we’ll laugh about how long it took us to get there — how life kept throwing curveballs — but it’ll make that moment mean even more.

By then, I’ll hopefully be done with school, which feels like such a deep breath. No more assignments or all-nighters, just that quiet pride that comes from finishing something hard. And maybe we’ll have a kid — someone small and full of curiosity, making our world feel brand new again.

Career-wise, I hope I’m doing the same type of work I do now, but in a space that feels calmer. I don’t need it to be perfect; I just want to stop feeling like every day’s a fire drill. I want work that lets me breathe — that supports life instead of swallowing it.

Mostly, I imagine peace. Warm mornings. Slow dinners. Maybe chaos, but the kind that comes with love, not stress.

In three years, I don’t want a brand-new life — I just want to be present in the one I’ve been building all along.

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How much would you pay to go to the moon?

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how much would i pay to go to the moon?

Honestly? Nothing.
Not a cent, not a coupon, not even store credit.

Because let’s be real — it wouldn’t be A Trip to the Moon (1902), that dreamy French silent film by Georges Méliès where the moon has a face, the rocket bonks right into its eye, and everything looks like a paper-mâché daydream. I’m not interested in floating in sterile silence; I want whimsy. I want piano music, theatrical smoke, and stars that twinkle like someone hung them by hand.

Instead, it’d be the modern kind of trip: pressurized suits, freeze-dried meals, and way too many safety briefings. No winks, no cinematic smoke clouds, no magic. Just silence.

Besides, I hate that feeling when a plane lifts off and my ears pop. I can’t even handle that thirty-second pressure change — imagine doing that in space. My luck, I’d get motion sick before we even left orbit.

No, I’ll keep my feet on Earth, thank you very much. I’d rather watch the moon from my window — soft, glowing, impossibly far — and let it stay a little bit magical. Some things are meant to be admired, not boarded.

Online, I’m all bunny puns, snacks, and chaotic good vibes — but in real life, I’m a Front Office Manager and hiring manager at a hotel. Kind of. I do the work, manage the team, train new staff, put out fires (figurative… mostly), and keep things running — just without the title or pay that should come with it.

I’ve shared before how frustrating that can be — living in the land of false promises and “maybe next quarter.” But the truth is, I’m really good at what I do. I train people well. I lead with empathy and clarity. I see what people are capable of, even when they don’t yet. I keep the team moving — calmly, quietly, and efficiently.

And funny enough? That part of me shows up everywhere — in school, clubs, group projects. I can’t help but lead with structure and support. I don’t just do the work; I make sure everyone else is set up to do theirs, too.

You might not see all that through my internet persona, but it’s there. Under the puns and cozy vibes is someone who knows how to lead — and does it well.

So even when the recognition is slow to come, I show up. For my team. For my classmates. For my guests. And, yes — for the snacks.