Fun Fact About Me:

Fun fact about me:

My original career goal was in Criminal Justice. Forensics, specifically. Since I was in 5th grade (roughly 07-08)

Of course, I’d wanted to be a writer for about a year or so longer, but that wasn’t a “realistic expectation” as a sustainable career. I loved watching crime shows (NCIS, CSI franchise, Law & Order SVU, etc) and science and math came easily to me so it made sense. It stayed as my chosen career until my first semester of college—when I realized the job outlook wasn’t positive and the pay was terrible on top of the backup of work and lack of resources. This was the 15-16 school year, so the future I had envisioned for 9 years suddenly didn’t exist. I quit college (community college), because at that point I was just wasting my parents’ money because I had no idea what direction to go at that point.

So I got a job, and started thinking about what else I would enjoy as a career. COVID-19 and its lingering effects have put a major damper on that, but it gives me time to really feel out and research occupations that interest me.

And, of course, try out writing as a lucrative career.

Happy Birthday Jess!

Thank you so much! It’s been a good day. Dad sang “Happy Birthday” when I walked into the living room. My brother even gave me a big hug and a birthday greeting, and mom should be home in the next couple hours but she text me Happy Birthday. Both of my best friends text me as well, and my aunt. It’s been a relaxed, easy day, which I appreciate.

It still absolutely amazes me that BTS is so successful.

I was standing in Walmart today and Dynamite started playing. My head SHOT up, and the biggest, happiest goofy smile spread across my face.

What’s even more amazing is that I was borderline having an anxiety attack, and just hearing their voices made me relax enough that I was okay. Which sounds crazy—people who don’t even know I exist make me feel safe. That’s weird, right?

I love it though.

I’m on a Buffy the Vampire Slayer binge. Well, maybe just a ‘90s—2000s paranormal teen binge in general but I’ve settled on Buffy for the moment. I’ll probably pick up Angel next, and then maybe Dark Angel.

If you’ve any suggestions please send them my way. Doesn’t matter the language, just that millennial era nostalgia.

I’m also writing, but jumping from project to project. I hope to have something up by hopefully Christmas.

So a couple nights ago I disproved a myth/superstition that I’ve heard for as long as I can remember: when you die in a dream you do NOT, in fact, die in real life.

I don’t remember the exact events leading up to my dreamscape death, but I was in a vehicle of some sort—like a plane or something—and me and the maybe 3 others in it were being chased/attacked. A missile or fireball or something of that nature was fired at us and consumed the vehicle we were in, and I looked into the void of death as it consumed me with me very really believing I was about to meet God and be judged for my life choices (I’m a devout Christian) and was both terrified and ready—and the next thing I consciously know is that I’m lying on my back in bed with my eyes closed.

I died. It happened. I was entering into the afterlife and “woke up” without opening my eyes. I simply was no longer dreaming. It has both unnerved me and, in a way, reassured me; the latter in the way that I felt ready to meet God. I feel like being terrified was a normal reaction that the vast majority of people would feel in that situation. I mean, as a Christian I know what awaits me according to the Bible, but knowing without actually seeing with your own eyes is different, you know? It’s still quite a bit unknown, because all we can do is imagine the afterlife based on our beliefs and views before we’re actually there. The heaven of today’s Christian minds is very different from those of the past, I think. Times have changed; civilizations have evolved. Does heaven look like modern architecture or that of the time of Jesus? Or something else entirely?

Anyway, just wanted to voice these thoughts. I keep replaying those moments between acknowledging that I’m dying and opening my eyes to a dark room, and maybe putting these thoughts down will help me to move past this. It’s disconcerting.

How, after literal months of listening to Stray Kids, did I just find out today that Felix has an Australian accent??? Deep voice capabilities AND Australian accent??? That’s not fair I love him