"The Dress"

Thursday, February 26th, 2015 will be one for the books.

Even if you don't partake in any form of social media, there was no way to avoid hearing about "The Dress" most of last night, and much of this morning.

Not only was it spoke about on CNN and PIX11 this morning, but Hot 97.1 and Z100 had much to say, as well as multiple articles written on Elite Daily and Buzzfeed.

The question I have is not what color the dress it, is.....

WHY? WHY? WHY?

Why are we so obsessed with something that quite frankly doesn't affect or concern us one bit?

The media has a way to absorb our minds with things that truly don't matter. Yet we've been told this multiple times, and nothing changes.

I thought it was bad that my social media timeline is constantly filled with nonsense, but it's the people in the universe that cause all of it.

Moral of the story, I can't quite fathom how thousands of people can be so caught up in discussion about such an ugly piece of clothing.

I don't believe there is a "scientific" reason for all of this commotion. The only "scientific" discovery about this is we are ALL CRAZY.

No matter what color this dress is, we are missing the point of how distraut this made all of us...

Llamas were on the loose, and no one cared, because they were too worried about this dress.

7 Reasons Why The 1st Of The Month Sucks At 22

Growing up, the first of the month was nothing but an optimistic new day. Now as a working adult, I'm not so optimistic as the months come to an end. 

It hasn't even been a year that I've been out of college, and my depression is at an all time high.

Working isn't as bad as it seems, it's worse. As if waking up five days a week, to work an 8-hour day that ends with a walk around the block with your dog isn't torture enough, you now have more responsibilities.

I was taught at a young age to work for my money, which has lead me to a life filled with jobs. I always paid for what I wanted, because I was never was handed anything from my parents.Therefore, after I graduated I knew my parents weren't going to make it easier on me, I was use to the "tough love".

It was clear graduating college meant I was an ADULT. I needed to handle my own weight, meaning no more bills under their names name that I would "pay".

Since I graduated college, the first of the month has not been very exciting considering I have the following bills to pay; credit card, phone, car insurance, the usual spent department store payments (Macys, Kohls, etc.), and most importantly... college loans.

Therefore, the first of the month is for me, the worst of the month.

7 Reasons Why:

1. The mail always comes, they won't forget.

2. All that money you made over the month goes from 100-0 real quick.

2. If you don't pay on time, they will find you.

3. Macy's is always having a sale that you can't resist.

4. Those 4 Fireball shots, and the 3 Red Bull-Vodkas you charged at Porta last Friday seemed like a good choice at the time.

5. You owe so much in College loans, taking out more loans is not an option.

6. Taylor Swift helped Rebekah pay off most of her loans, and there is a slim to none chance she will be helping you.

7. You are usually overreacting, but you will yell about them and complain anyway.

Hello World

"Networking is what it's all about."

I've always enjoyed expressing myself, so now I thought it was time for others to enjoy it. I have been told when I speak to myself, no one is listening. I find that hard to believe because I'm always listening. Nonetheless, I'm tired of listening to myself, and I feel it's time for others to hear my nonsense.

Working a 9-5 is just about as fun as going to the dentist, so in that time my life is consumed by the internet, which gets me through each and every day. Instead of spending time reading other peoples thoughts, I decided to now spend my time expressing my own.Therefore, I will try to entertain you the best I can, with experiences and thoughts of my 22 year old life.

With hope, this blog will help my fellow 9-5 employees kill time, trying to get through their work day.