22 years old literally, about 87 at heart. I write about self care, university life, money, music, books and whatever else that piques my interest.
A Comprehensive Review of Meal Kit Delivery Service, HelloFresh
HelloFresh has been promoted so much lately by Youtubers and the algorithm. It's like the new Best Fiends. Or I guess, the new Raid: Shadow Legends to be more current. Do you remember when everyone and their momma was telling you to download that game? I typically bypass everything promoted by Youtubers for the simple fact that they're being paid to push it. I passed on Sugar Bear Hair, Skinny Tummy Tea, that Honey Browser Extension and even that Function of Beauty shampoo but for some reason, this intrigued me.
I Created a Facebook Ad for My Flopped Story
I discovered Vocal through a Facebook Ad on December 27th, 2020 and immediately began work on my very first story. The next day, I published my first article on Vocal. This story was entitled "4 Practical Ways to Optimize Social Media Use for a Happier Life". It detailed all the little strategies I use to more effectively manage my online life and ensure that it has a less pejorative effect on my mental health. Anxious excitement swelled in my chest and my heart fluttered erratically as I clicked that "Submit for Review" button and waited.
Let People Dress Raggedy
I grew up in a low income household so my idea of “good fashion” has always been whatever the hell I can afford to wear. I didn’t do expensive, brand names, fancy jewelry or designer handbags. Thankfully, I also lived in a place where school uniforms are the norm and there was no mounting pressure to wear the latest trends to impress your friends on the way to Physics class. Everyone dressed the same. For this reason, the idea of shifting fashion trends has always intrigued me. You know, each season dropping in, bringing a series of environmental changes but also a host of “new” and unique ideas about what’s en vogue. Maybe this time around it’s chunky sneakers, low rise jeans, chaps (yikes!) or corsets as tops.
Tackling Zoom Anxiety - Public Speaking in a Virtual Environment
Public speaking has always terrified me. My heart feels like it's going to explode out of my chest, my hands get all shaky and often, I devolve into a bout of rambling that I'm sure throws my intelligence level into question. I admire people who can stand in front of huge crowds and express themselves perfectly without succumbing to major foot-in-mouth syndrome. I'm just not one of those people.
The Illicit Affair
"I don't know, Alex," Ibis said, crinkling her nose in frustration, fingers tightening around the phone at her ear, "I think Richard's having an affair. This is the fifth night in a row he's had to work late."
So You Didn't Win A Vocal Challenge?
POV. A new Vocal Challenge pops up and you immediately begin thinking about the creative angles you can take to tackle the prompt. You spend a crap ton of time brainstorming ideas, drafting and outlining your story and then you pour yourself into writing. You scour the web for beautiful media, photos and memes and happily add them to your story. Finally, all that's left to do is dot your I's and cross your T's and hit that 'Submit for Review' button. Done. Perfect! You promote the crap out of your story, posting it on Reddit, Facebook, Instagram, you name it! Then, announcement day rings around and...you don't win. You didn't even place.
Cozy is a State of Mind
I've moved five times in the past two years, often to cramped, unsightly spaces with people I don't know very well because it was all I could afford on a student's budget. Other times, I've had to endure the unorganized chaos of roommates who didn't share my clean freak sensibilities. Or the understanding that leaving dishes unattended for three weeks in the sink (not exaggerating) was just begging for a rodent infestation. I've been awoken by the stompings of my upstairs neighbours who either had freakishly large footfalls or were perpetually dragging a ten-tonne boulder back and forth across their living room at 2AM. Conversations have also filtered through my walls conducted by my roommates about the merits of the African phallic member, repleted with excessive usage of the N-word, affirmations that immigrants in Canada should "speak English" and a particularly jarring assertion that I, a black woman, was a "good one."
Friends Is Boring and Overrated
Friends is one of those shows that has reached the level of popularity where people randomly quote it in conversation and can identify seemingly obscure references. It’s a sitcom that many people grew up with in the 90s and truly love. I must confess that as someone born in ‘98, I’ve watched maybe 8 episodes of Friends in my 22 years of life and even then, non-sequentially. I would just catch whatever episode was showing on Warner Bros when I came home from school. I don’t know much about the show but people always recommend it. I fully intended to binge-watch it at some point. Then, I realized there were 10 seasons. 236 episodes. That’s 4,720 minutes of content (approximately) and 78 hours of my life that I cannot commit.