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Hey kids, it's your mom

I just wrote a whole paragraph of crap about how un-fantastic my life is, but then I was like "No, screw that. I'm gonna be happy because I want to. gosh dang it!" and then I backspaced it all. so here's so random stuff that's on my brain  I've always wanted to write a letter to my future kids, so here ya go. Hey kiddos, it's your friendly neighborhood spider-man. jk it's your mom. but like your mom wayyyyyy back when, specifically the year 2017. so that mean's i'm 19 about to turn 20. Also it's August 14th and it's 12:58am and i'm sitting in my cousin's bedroom in California, just in case you were wondering.   Some quick instructions: 1. you gotta be sitting in your bed when you are reading this, bc why not 2. Google "The National Parks" and listen to the "Until I Live" album, because it's the best and because I'm listening to it as I write this and I want to share the beauty of this b

Breaking Point?

It’s actually really funny how simple advice is when it comes to relationships. It’s so logical but yet we complicate it so much. I think we tend to not follow the advice maybe because we don’t think it’ll work. It seems easy but then again, I’ve never been in an actual relationship so who am I to say anything? I guess my question to the people in the universe who are in a relationship with problems is why would you not want to better your relationship? I don’t know everyone’s situation but I wonder when the breaking point is. Then again, when it comes to friendship relationships I would be hypocrite. I had a guy best friend at one point. One of the best guys around, but we had our own problems. Some very irrational. Some very real. I could have made it work. I could have turned an ugly situation into a wonderful thing, but I didn’t want to. I think I didn’t want to because of the possibilities that could come from it. I think  at that time I was afraid that I could be happy. I ha

People Watching.

First things first, if you have never people watched then I suggest you google "how to people watch" and then do it and then come back.  For one of our assignments in class this week we were asked to "practice your observation skill" which in layman's terms means to people watch. Specifically we were asked to observe how families interact with each other and try to understand what unspoken rules there were when they acted with each other. It was a familiar and interesting assignment. It was familiar because it takes me back to all the times I would go out to eat with my dad. If we sat down in a booth or table he would always pick the seat where he would be able to see a majority of the people in the restaurant. In doing that, he would watch people and how they interacted with each other. It was interesting and fascinating to him. Something that I realized down the road was that, while he was studying other people, I was studying him. Every now and th

kids. kids. kids. How many do you want?

I want two but if my future husband wants seven then I can negotiate and settle on three Welcome Back! or if this is your first time, then Welcome! The topic of children has come up quite a few time this week, so let's talk about it. Does having kids matter? I think having children is an important thing. There is something about giving a life and having them transform into the person they are destined to be that makes me want kids. I would love to be a mother and care for my children. I feel like I've always had those maternal instincts, don't believe me? Ask my brothers. Furthermore, in The Family: A Proclamation to the World it states "We declare that God’s commandment for His children to multiply and replenish the earth remains in force." I know I have a role in this world to help those souls gain a body. But I also understand those who do not want to bring children into this world. I know that there are those who do not want to bring up children in ce

Aloha! Welcome

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Cerebrum. It means brain. Welcome. I'm not sure how you got here but I hope you enjoy.  I'm Alex. Full name Alexandra. Kinda wish I went by the nickname Al. 19. Clueless.  Still single. Slowly realizing that my body is that of an 80 year old. Changing my major left and right. Currently worrying if I am choosing the right career path.  I'm from the wonderful state of Texas. If you're from Texas then I assume you also have Texas pride. I also assume if you are from Texas that you are one tough cookie, why? Because you are somewhat able to withstand that burn you get when you accidentally touch the hot metal clip from a seat belt. I'm also a hopeless romantic. like no joke. From the lack of love I've had in my 19 years of life, I'm still obsessed with it. Cheesy rom-com's get me every time. not so much the Notebook or the Titanic but put on 10 Things I Hate About You and you'll have me bawling as Kat reads her poem about how she doesn't a