Well, I learned something new today

Today I woke up in a bright and cheerful mood. I wanted to just sit down, drink some coffee, and write my (slowly failing) novel. I ate some pancakes and bacon (vegan of course) and drank my medium sized cup of coffee.

About an hour later, I felt like I had anxiety, my hands were shaking, my stomach hurt, I was nauseous, and I felt like something bad was about to happen. Turns out it was the frickin coffee. Never will I ever drink coffee ever again (Unless it’s decaf…)

I looked it up and it can happen to some people who are very sensitive to caffeine. This sucks so bad because if you know me, you know that I LOVE coffee. (For the flavor.) This discovery is pretty depressing, because I don’t usually drink decaf, and I usually forget to ask for decaf at a coffee shop. I think I’m just going to avoid caffeine altogether for a while. My body doesn’t need it anyways because I’m a high carb low fat vegan.

It’s currently 10 pm where I live right now and I’m WIDE awake. Well, I guess this is a good time to work on that novel!

I hope you had a better day than I did.

P.S. don’t worry, I’ve been drinking tons of water.

Thanks for reading.

My Thoughts on Snapchat

You know that super popular app that’s talked about everywhere, but you don’t really know why? Maybe you use this app, but you don’t understand why celebrities and Youtubers are so obsessed with it?

Okay, maybe that’s just me. It seems that nowadays, Snapchat is everywhere. It is talked about in school, in the grocery store, and on the internet. What I don’t understand is why it’s so popular.

I will admit, when I first got this app, I thought it was incredible. You could communicate with your friends in a whole new way. You could actually see their faces behind the message. You could tell if they were being sarcastic or not, you could make funny pictures and laugh at other people, and you could express your thoughts in a creative way.

But then I started to notice something. I noticed that people were taking more, more, and more selfies. Why? Because they had to! For Snapchat!

To me, Snapchat is contributing to a more self-absorbed society. It is giving more people more excuses to take selfies, and now it’s socially acceptable to take 20 selfies, and post them on your Snapchat story for no apparent reason.

I believe in putting a little to no value stamp on your appearance. Why? Because being insecure on your looks helps contribute to depression, shame, embarrassment, and even eating or mental disorders.

Another thing that I’ve noticed is that people just hang out with their friends… to show them off on Snapchat. There’s this unspoken thing where you hang out with your friends and post them just to let people know that you are popular and you “have a life.” This to me is also damaging to not only the viewer’s self-esteem, but to the poster as well. Are we really going to base our self-worth on how many Snapchat stories we can post with our friends? Shouldn’t we be more focused on hanging out with them, IRL, and living in the moment?

But maybe that’s just me.

I mean, this social media app has gone so far as to make staring at yourself in a video, listening or lip-syncing to music, socially acceptable. What?

This app also influences young teens to care more about their outer appearance. It pressures them to take more selfies, buy “selfie lights” from Kylie Jenner, and put on makeup for an hour, just to take a selfie. This is basically just the new Instagram. Yawn.

And lastly, this app is creating terrible memes! I mean, the “Damn Daniel” meme? Really? It wasn’t even remotely funny, and not only that, these young men (14 and 15…) are becoming internet stars overnight… for what? Showing off shoes and saying “damn Daniel” in a “funny” voice? They were actually on Ellen, believe it or not.


In conclusion, this app is slightly dangerous, so take this as a warning from me. I have learned all of this from personal experience.

Please make sure to leave your thoughts and comments below! Thank you for reading.


What to do when you are sick

Yesterday I caught a cold from school, and I haven’t gotten sick at all for almost a year and a half, so this is now a rare occasion for me. I used to get sick at least once or twice a month, and while it was sometimes caused by my dysmenorrhea (extreme cramps, vomiting, dizziness, lack of sleep, etc), I used to catch colds quite easily. Back then I had a weak immune system, which was mainly caused by meat and dairy.

Right now I have a cold, and yesterday I had a fever, so I am very weak and I feel very unproductive. But, my main priority is to get better, and here are some things that can help you cope with your sickness.

Play video games

I understand that you can’t always do this if you still have to go into work/school, but if you are staying home, video games are a great way to pass the time, and they make me feel a lot better. I would recommend playing calmer games though, such as Ori and the Blind Forest. If you aren’t into video games, maybe you could try some board games or games on your phone.

Read a book

Reading a book is a great way to stay calm and when you are sick, there is a lot of time to get caught up on the latest novel. I used to love to read, and I still do, but I have been mostly using my extra time to study Japanese.

Take a nap

This might be one of the more obvious ones, but with my cold, I have been getting severe headaches, and napping really helps, although I’ve had the same headache for about 20 hours… (Yes I have been drinking tons of water! It is ridiculous.)

(Binge) watch your favorite TV shows on Netflix

I love Netflix, and I’m sure you do too, so why not catch up on the latest TV show? I have been watching Black Butler (very intriguing and mysterious), My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (don’t judge me, when I’m sick, I can’t focus on anything too complicated) New Girl, (it’s hilarious) and RDG. (Red Data Girl. This anime is beautiful! It’s like a Ghibli film.)

Write on your blog

One of the things that I’m doing right now, since I’m glued to the couch.


I hope that you found this list useful. This is just what I have been doing, and not everybody is the same, so different things help different people. Thank you for reading!

A Sparkle of Wonderment: Chapter 2

There are three orbs hidden throughout our land. One is in the moon children’s forest, another in the Garden of Flowers, and the last one in the Elvish land.” Ashlen had already gotten the one from his own land, but that had taken him two years. At this rate, will he be able to save the moon children’s forest, or will it return to the soil from whence it came? He had been studying moon children for years, and the very thought of them excited him, but they didn’t seem to want his help at all. Ashlen remembered last night. He yearned to see the moon child again. The touch of her cool hand still lingered in his.

He woke up and strolled to look for a pond. He spotted one at once, and quickly dove his hand into the water, creating ripples upon the surface. The fish in the pond scattered within seconds. He moved his hand around, looking for a pond plant that he could munch on. He felt one and ripped it from it’s roots. It was turgrus, his favorite water plant. Not only was it delicious, but it was very good for healing too. He climbed up into a tree for a morning view of the clouds and relaxed in a bed of leaves, at the top of an energy tree. He admired the blue sky, and he noticed shades of purple mixed within the clouds. The moon children’s forest tended to have strange affects on the sky, but Ashlen always found it quite beautiful. He meditated with his calming thoughts in the slim energy tree until he felt ready to move on with his journey. He remembered the elder telling him one last thing.

“When you enter the moon children’s forest, it is unlikely that you will see moon children, because they have been gone for many years, but if you do, tell them of your quest. They will know what to do. There is something, a map I’m sure, that they will show you. If they like you. You see, moon children are very confident, yet shy creatures. It can take years to get close to them.” Ashlen suddenly understood why the celestial moon child had acted the way that she did yesterday night. He should have been more careful.

He swung down from the tree and grabbed his brown cloth bag. The sun was warming his golden-spun hair. He smiled at the sight of such a beautiful morning sky. He continued to walk on what seemed to be a path. He continued until he suddenly reached a dead end. Confused, Ashlen contemplated turning around and going in a different direction. Before he could continue, he heard a small voice come from behind some trees.

“Hello? Who’s there?” Ashlen grabbed his handcrafted knife and gripped it tightly into his hand. He suddenly saw a small child approach him. Her hair was pitch black, her skin was ghost pale, and she looked up at Ashlen with pale watery eyes.

“Hello young one. Are you lost?” The child did not answer. Instead, she started to cry. Tears rushed down her face, and the tears came in gallons. Soon, Ashlen was covered in a puddle of tears. Suddenly afraid, Ashlen started to run. Before he could, the water stung his body and seeped into his veins. He was paralyzed. He heard the child speak,

“I always love the look on my victim’s faces when they realize that I am not some weak little child.” Ashlen turned his head an inch to see that the child’s eyes were black and large. It’s teeth were razor sharp, and it’s body was thin and slimy. Ashlen’s face turned pale and his feet felt glued to the ground.

Welcome to the beginning of the end.”

I hope you enjoyed part 2 of the story I am writing. I just wrote this out of boredom, so don’t take it too seriously. 🙂 Thank you for reading!

A Sparkle of Wonderment

The dim light sparkled in her eyes. The moonlight shone on her delicate skin, shining like a million diamonds in the starry sky. Her laugh was childlike, innocent, and it lingered throughout the misty forest. Lyna, she was called. Through the dim forest she walked, careful of every step. She was a moon child. A rare sight now to see. They were dying, as the destruction of the circlets was the main cause. Their energy was fading, and nothing was to be done. She did not mind though, because she had faith in her kind. Lyna swiftly swung down from a tree and landed gracefully in front of a pond. The moon’s reflection shimmered, and from her impact came ripples onto the pond’s surface. The water was so clear that glowing fish could be seen. Their bodies shone like gemstones, and they shimmered, like many things in the moon children’s forest. The forest was once a sacred place, but now, it became dreary. Few things of innocence were left.

Like a child, who often sees things in wonderment, she gazed upon the translucent pond. She smiled and dipped the tip of her finger into the water. The fish swam in patterns, excited at her presence. She laughed once again, like a small bell tinkling with delight. The wind whistled through the glowing blue trees. They glowed with power and truth. Lyna sat alone in the darkness, pondering about her life. What will she do to bring the circlets back? She didn’t want to be naive, she must be brave. She was stronger than most, but was she strong enough?

Suddenly, she heard a small rustle to her right. Her pointy ears perked up in caution.

“Who’s there?” Lyna asked confidently. She stood up and turned around. With her shoulders back and her head high, she was not afraid.

Something stepped out of the bushes. It was an Elvlish child. He did not look much like a child however, Lyna thought. His jawline was sharp, and his eyes were piercing green. Leaves adorned his body in a delicate fashion. His eyes met with Lyna’s, and he gazed at her presence in wonderment.

“I have not seen a moon child for many years, or has anyone!” Exclaimed the Elvish child. His smile lit up the forest, and he laughed with delight. Lyna looked at him cautiously. “There is no need to fear. For I am on a journey.” He stepped towards Lyna, reaching out his delicate hand, decorated with many rings and jewels. With caution, Lyna reached out her small hand, and took his. “You are beautiful. I have never seen something with such beauty. Your hair shines like crystal, and your eyes are like a jewel I have never seen before. Why are you alone? How old are you? You look like a child, yet something about you…” Lyna quickly withdrew her hand from his. Tears sprung to her eyes. Her hair flowed behind her as she ran and ran and ran. How dare he! He doesn’t even know me, Lyna thought. What am I to him? An object of beauty?

In shock, the Elvish child, Ashlen cried out, “Wait, I did not mean to cause offense! Please, I pray you, return. I wish to speak once more with you.” But she was too far off. Ashlen stood confused for five minutes, wondering about this celestial child that he had laid eyes upon. A pang of regret and sorrow swam through his entire being. Where did she go? Why did she have to leave? Out of the corner of Ashlen’s eye, something glowed upon the earthy ground. Two iridescent tears decorated the forest floor. They were shining ever so brightly, and Ashlen could not believe his eyes. Who was this wonderful creature? Will I ever see her again? Ashlen then promised himself, “I must see her beauty again.” With that last thought, he gathered a bed of leaves and thus fell asleep.

Lyna continued to run and run until her feet could carry her no more. She was running out of energy, and she must regain her strength before traveling farther. She flowed gracefully down onto a mushroom the size of her body, and closed her eyes. She called to the trees, and she absorbed their power. Her hair blew and waved about her head, and her body tingled with absorption. She was regenerated. Once again, she closed her lavender colored eyes, and commenced in the activity of sleep.

When Lyna awoke, she did not realize how far she had actually made it. She lay at the end of the moon forest. Before her stood the Garden of Flowers. The sun shone brightly, warming her face and softening her hair. The sky was ever blue this morning. Here lived the flower children. She had not seen them in years. Dew drops decorated the leaves and buds of flowers beginning to bloom. She looked around her, and she saw the flower children, laughing and chattering in that sweet delicate way that they always talked. You would never hear a flower child shout in anger, or yell at an octave louder than a flygone could. She once loved holding conversations with flower children. Ever sweet and kind they were. She lifted her body, and walked towards a Rosebud child.

“Hello, sweet one. How are you on this wonderful morning?” Lyna smiled with genuine kindness and spoke with care. The Rosebud child stared, wide eyed, and a smile broke across her face.

“Oh my! I have not seen a mood child ever in my life. I am amazed at how different, and quite beautiful you are. Oh, pardon me for my rudeness! I am happy this morning, especially now that I can hold a conversation with you!” The Rosebud child’s cheeks were blush colored and her pastel colored hair flowed down to her feet. Lyna smiled and wondered if there might be somewhere she can find something to eat. “Of course, sweetheart! Why, come to my cottage, if you please! I was only about to have my morning tea.” Lyna graciously accepted, thankful that she was here. However, her thoughts were corrupted with the Elvish child. She could not forget the way he laughed. His bright smile was something she had never seen before, and his wonderment at Lyna made her uncomfortable, but it also made her blush just thinking about it… Had she overreacted last night? A sting of regret hit her, and she suddenly felt upset that she had left him all alone, especially since the forest is not safe anymore! Oh, no, what if!…

Ashlen sat up from his bed of leaves. He rubbed his eyes and remembered where he was. His mind immediately refreshed itself.


This was a sample of the new story that I am writing. I am not sure how long I’ll continue, because this was mostly for fun. Thank you for reading and leave a comment if you enjoyed! 🙂

Little Short Story


(I have been pondering publishing this short story for a while now because I find it kind of silly, but I want to hear some opinions! Please let me know what you think.)

You could say I’ve failed in life. Mid twenties, messy brown hair, beard growing in, basically jobless, and 12 tattoos decorating my body. That basically describes me, you know, in a nutshell. I always concentrated in school (not really,) and I always yearned to pursue writing. I took philosophy, creative writing courses, and completed a liberal arts degree in college. I had such high hopes for myself. Pretty ironic that I ended up a bar tender.

Okay, I wouldn’t say that I’ve entirely failed. Sure, my social life is down the drain, I text my mom once a day, and I avoid human contact in public as much as I can, but hey, at least I am sort of good at writing.

It was 11 pm, and I was straining myself to think of the next chapter for my sci-fi novel. I cracked my knuckles and placed my fingers against my ancient typewriter that I got from eBay. The words weren’t flowing to me tonight. Eh, what the hell, might as well step outside for a smoke. It was kind of breezy outside, and the Portland streets were pretty bare, except for the occasional hybrid or mini van passing by. I lit my cig and proceeded to smoke when something caught my eye. Across the street, my eyes laid on this woman. At the exact moment, our eyes joined. She flashed a smile so bright that was visible, even from across the street, and in that moment I knew I had to talk to her. She looked so strange yet so familiar. Who was she? Describing her, she had long flowy black hair, rounded frames, and what looked like a shiny leather jacket. I blinked a few times, tore my eyes from hers awkwardly, and instantaneously advanced in her direction. I was so mesmerized by her that I actually almost got run over by some truck. What the hell? It came out of no where. As soon as I turned back to look at her, praying that she didn’t see, she was gone.


I looked hard for her, wondering why she could have left so soon, but reluctantly decided to return to my studio apartment. Thoughts of who she could be filled my head and corrupted my mind.

That night I didn’t sleep.

The next morning, okay fine it wasn’t morning, the next afternoon (2 p.m. to be exact,) I woke up with a clouded head. Why was this girl still fastened in my mind? I don’t even know her… Some freak I am.

I poured some cereal and splashed some hemp milk in the bowl, quite messily. I felt like I was hung over but I hadn’t had a drop to drink yesterday. I ate my breakfast in silence, enjoying the breeze coming through my narrow window, and inhaled the smell of the city.

I sat down on my cushion and tried to progress my novel, but it just wasn’t working today either. All of a sudden, I abruptly stood up, paced to the door, and went outside. It was odd, and I felt as if my body was moving itself. Five minutes later I found myself across the street to where she was last night. Of course, she wasn’t there. Why am I even here? In front of me was a 7-eleven, so I decided to just buy a pack of cigarettes while I was there.

“Hello, how can I help you?” Said a pimpled short teenager in a drone voice.

“Just a pack of any cigs, please.”

I looked around the store, letting my eyes gaze upon all of the foods that could eventually kill you. Cheetos, hot dogs, milkshakes. I felt a little sick. I turned back around and took the pack from the cashier, and then handed him a ten.

“Thanks.” I sighed. No thank you back? Man, the service is terrible everywhere now-a-days.

I rolled my eyes, and headed towards the door. At the same time that I reached for the handle, somebody else did too. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was her.

Rain or Sun

The sun always sparks a happiness in me. The sun smiles and warms my body as I walk down the street. It kisses me and warms me and lifts my spirits. It showcases the beautiful, deep blue sky, and caresses the puffy, whipped clouds. The sun smiles at me as I walk. The sun guides me through the day.

The sun motivates me.

The sun warms a cat’s belly as she lays in the fresh grass.

The sun talks to the clouds, and blows them gently.

The sun watches the wind blow the leaves on the trees.

The sun brings out the fairies, so that they joyfully smell the fragrance of their flower beds

The sun radiates kindness and purity to all.

What about the rain? Can it compare to the sun?

The rain chases people indoors.

The rain chills people to the bone.


The rain encourages you to snuggle on your couch, or in your bed

The rain helps you feel cozy

You smile because

The sound of the drips on your roof

The sound of the breeze in the wind

The rain decorates the plants, the flowers, the trees,

Like little diamonds, sparkling and shining

Rain and sun, they give gifts to life.