A letter to my biggest inspiration

A letter to my biggest inspiration

Just a quick note before I start, a lot has been happening in the world lately but as a girl, the one thing that’s really hitting me is this Me Too Movement. And when one of my favorite humans released her story, I felt so overtaken with emotions that I needed to get this out into the world. Enjoy.

 

Dear Simone Biles,

You don’t know anything about me, except you’ve probably realized I’m one of your biggest fans. I have been supporting you since I saw you win gold at the 2016 Olympics and you have stuck with me since I saw that adorable video of you fangirling over Zac Efron when he kissed your cheek. I’ve spent hours procrastinating on my homework by watching your gymnastics videos and watching interviews you have done. I was so excited when I found out you were going to be on Dancing With the Stars and even more excited when I saw you in Jake Miller’s Overnight video.

I am the proud owner of a copy of your book Courage to Soar and have read it countless times. Yet, each time I read it over, I find some line or quote or memory you have shared that makes me get all teary eyed and by the end of the book I am usually bawling with tissues scattered around me. Your book has inspired me in so many ways and is so beautifully written.

 

When these stories from Aly Raisman and other gymnasts started pouring out, I saw your support for all of them and it warmed my heart. Though these terrible things had happened to these wonderful girls, they were taking a stand and had an incredible support system behind them. I loved seeing all of your tweets to each other with words of support and love. It’s an incredible thing to have such amazing friends isn’t it?

When these stories started taking over my Twitter feed, it hurt my heart so see so many women hurting because of this issue. It made my stomach hurt to hear stories of girls like your friend Aly who thought they couldn’t say anything or who weren’t taken seriously when they did say something.. It made me so sad, as a fan but also as a young woman, to see these news stories all over social media.

I had hoped and prayed that I would never see your name among the list of athletes hurt by that monster. I had prayed that you, someone who I see as being strong and courageous and happy and energetic and bubbly, had never gone through it. Simone, when I saw your post on Instagram the other day, I wanted to break down at cry for you. My heart hurt so much for you and I wanted you to know that you really are my hero.

Thank you for sharing your story with the world. Thank you for teaching me a whole new meaning of the word ‘courage’. Thank you for putting something out there that I know was hard for you to deal with. Thank you for showing me that strength goes beyond ab muscles and biceps.

Simone, since I have became a fan of yours in 2016, I have learned so many valuable things from you. I have learned to love who I am, through all of the things I see as flaws and imperfections. I have learned to be strong in my faith. I have learned how to love through the glimpses of you and your boyfriend’s relationship I get to see on social media. I have learned to step out of my comfort zone. I have learned to be happy even when it’s hard. I have learned to not take life so seriously. I have learned to be myself. And most of all, I have learned how to be courageous even in the most difficult moments.

While people see you as this happy, bubbly, incredibly talented gymnasts, I think a lot of the time they forget that before any of those other things, you are human. And you hurt and cry and have tough days just like the rest of us. And I love you for coming out with your story and for coming forward about those dreadful things that happened to you. Thank you for giving so many other girls the courage to talk about these things. And thank you for being my biggest inspiration, even though you have no clue who I am.

xox, dallas

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Reasons why my mom is my best friend

Reasons why my mom is my best friend

Hi guys! So I wasn’t planning on blogging today, but suddenly felt the need to get this blog post out there. (I’m also suddenly feeling really homesick and miss my mom so bear with me.)

My mom and I have always been close. Since my dad worked nights when I was little, during the day while he was sleeping, my mom and I would be hanging out. And as I got older we got to start doing more and more together.

The other day while I was sitting in my dorm room, I turned the TV on and ended up on the Cooking Channel, which brought up a lot of memories with my mom. Whenever we had school off or during the summer, my mom and I would constantly be watching some sort of cooking show. Our favorites were Everyday Italian and Unique Sweets. It was how we bonded. The other day while I was watching Giada cook, it just wasn’t the same without my mom sitting next to me, her signature cup of coffee in her hand, intensely focusing on whatever dish was being prepared. And it just made me realize, my mom really is my best friend.

So I’ve compiled this list of all the reasons why, and I know she’s gonna see it (probably cry) and then call me because she’s gonna read the first line and instantly get worried because I said I was feeling homesick. Anyways.

Reason 1: She’s honest; about everything. Even though sometimes the truth isn’t what I want to hear, she tells me it anyways. Whether it’s about the outfit I chose or the food I ate for dinner. I can count on my mom to be 100% truthful with me.

Reason 2: She knows when I just need to vent; because college is stressful and there’s always a lot going on in my head and somehow through my text messages, mom just knows when I need her to call so I can talk it all out.

Reason 3: She listens to me complain; not only does she know when I need to, but she always makes time in her own busy life to hear me talk about my own. Even if she’s just gotten home from a long day at work, she’s always up for a phone call, even though she’d probably rather just relax.

Reason 4: She believes in me more than I believe in myself; a big one. Mom always knows that I can do more than I give myself credit for. When something seems too big for me to accomplish, she is there to give me some sort of pep talk and help me realize that I can in fact accomplish anything I set my mind too. And she’s always usually more excited than I am when I actually do accomplish things.

Reason 5: She is strong; and I know she’s gonna read this and if she hasn’t started crying yet, she will now. But honestly my mom is the strongest woman I’ve ever known. Strong in her faith, strong in her job, strong as a mother (she did in fact give birth to three kids), and strong in her thinking. I hope one day to have even half the strength she does.

Reason 6: She’s always willing to do things with me that she might not enjoy herself; such as going to concerts with performers she’s never heard of. So many times my mom has driven me hours away to see some performer that she only recognizes because of me. And I know she’d rather go see someone she enjoys, but she’s always up to take me and usually has fun too.

Reason 7: She loves me amidst my flaws; and even when I don’t love myself, she loves me and that just makes me feel all warm and tingly inside. My mom has a way of always making me feel beautiful even when I’ve been in the same pair of sweatpants for four days. (However, going back to reason number 1, she does usually tell me when I need to look like a human and not a gremlin.) And maybe it’s just because she’s my mom and that’s her job, but she always tells me I’m beautiful and that makes it harder for me, someone who struggles with feeling confident, to love myself.

Reason 8: She knows every way to make me laugh; and to make me feel better when I’m sick, and to bring me up when I’m down. And to make me smile when I’ve been crying all day because college is stressful and I hate group projects. And whether it’s just a picture of Zac Efron or a bible verse that she sends me or a random ‘I love you’ text, she always knows how to bring me up.

Reason 9: She always knows what to say when I’m having a bad day; the best advice I’ve ever gotten from my mom is “Pray about it. Cry it out in the bathroom if you need to. And then keep praying about it.” It’s something that I always think about and probably my favorite thing she’s ever told me (other than: “eat some chocolate if you’re feeling sad”) and so if that doesn’t tell you that mom always knows what to say, I don’t know what will.

Reason 10: She teaches me to be a better person, Catholic, and friend; my mom is always challenging me to be kind, read the Bible, go to church as much as I can, and be there for my friends even if they make me mad. I’m so thankful that she pushes me to do all these things and more that have shaped and continue to shape me into the woman I am today.

 

All these reasons (plus probably a million more) are what makes my mom my best friend. I feel bad for girls who can’t say the same because when it feels like the rest of the world is against you, who better to stick by your side than your mom? (Also she can’t really get rid of you, I mean you are her child right?) To my mom, because I know you’re reading this (and crying) thank you for being my best friend these past 19 – almost 20 – years. I love you to the night night moon and back.

-xox, dallas

Why journalism?

Why journalism?

Wow, I am on a roll with blogging these last couple of weeks huh? And I probably just jinxed it didn’t I? What’s up guys?! I’m back again and yeah I know I just wrote yesterday but I finished all of my homework and don’t have anything else to do. So I figured I’d turn on one of my favorite Spotify playlists and start up a new post.

A question I get asked a lot (since I’m a college student) from adults and fellow students and relatives and pretty much every single person I come into contact with is “what are you studying?” and when I say everyone I mean everyone.

When you start a new class the first things everyone wants to know is your name, major, hometown, and a fun fact about yourself. My response usually sounds something like this: “Hi. I’m Dallas. I’m majoring in journalism. I’m from the Saginaw area (because no one ever knows where my actual hometown is). And a fun fact about me is…..*awkward pause*…….*still awkward silence*……I was named after the football team in Texas, not the city.” and then people usually laugh because for whatever reason that’s really funny and then someone usually asks why the football team and I have to explain that my dad LOVES the Cowboys and then we move on to the next person.

However! When I meet someone outside of the normal classroom setting and they ask what I’m studying I’ll tell them journalism. And then come the responses. So many times when I tell people I’m majoring in journalism they say “wow good for you” or “good we need more good journalists” or even “how brave of you” or every once in a while “really…?”. And I just smile and nod and say thanks if it’s appropriate. And then usually they either start talking about something else…..or they ask “why journalism?”

So why? Of all the choices, why journalism? Why not choose to be a doctor or a teacher? Why journalism? Well my friends, that is why we’re here today.

As I’m sure you can tell, I love to write. I love writing stories and journaling and blogging and even essays. I’d honestly rather write an essay than do any sort of group project, that’s how much I enjoy it. I’ve loved writing for as long as I can remember and I don’t think that passion is going anywhere anytime soon. That’s the main reason I chose journalism. Because of my passion and drive to write. But now I’m sure you’re wondering, “Dallas, if you love writing so much how come you didn’t choose to be an author?”. The answer is simple my friends, I just don’t have the patience to be an author and write novels. I’m a patient person but to sit down and throw myself into a full length story? Not my thing.

But journalism itself can be a broad topic. So people usually ask “well what do you want to do with journalism? Do you want to be a reporter? Or like, be on TV?” and that’s when I get to tell them that my dream job is to one day work in the music industry.

I watch interviews that my favorite artists do all the time. I just watched a Jake Miller on before I started this post. I want to be that person who asks Jake Miller why he chose to start self-producing or whatever he’s doing by the time I get the chance to talk to him. I want to ask Eminem how his collab with Ed Sheeran, two very different artists, came about on his (Eminem’s) new album. I want to talk to artists I love and even artists I might not thoroughly enjoy and ask them about their passion for what they do.

Everyone can call themselves a fan of some musician right? Whatever kind of music you like, and don’t say you don’t like music because we both know you’re lying, you have one person or group that sticks out to you. We can watch those performers on TV or on YouTube or even live, but I want to know more about them than what they tell us through their music and through other interviews they do. I want to know about their process when it comes to writing music and where they get inspiration for lyrics and where their favorite place to write those lyrics is.

I chose journalism because maybe you’re good at math and science and logical things, but I’m good at writing and coming up with descriptive ways to talk about things and I love music and am interested in getting news about the music industry out there. I chose journalism, but I think journalism also sort of chose me…ya know?

-xox, dallas

I don’t miss it…

I don’t miss it…

What’s up peeps? I’m back with another blog post while I sit in the student center and eat my healthy veggies, chicken, and pita box lunch thing. No, I’m not eating chicken tenders or pizza. I’m trying to be healthy this year, even though all I really want right now is to be eating french fries. Anyways, onto the blog post.

Everyday Facebook shows me memories that I posted on this day however many years ago. And since I just graduated a few years ago, most of them are from high school. Which sparked this blog post.

You know how when you’re getting ready to graduate EVERYONE (literally) keeps telling you “you’re gonna miss this!” or “senior year flies by and then you’re going to wish you could go back!” yeah I got overly annoyed with all of those comments.

I don’t miss high school. At all. Any part of it. I don’t miss being stuck in class for seven hours of the day. I don’t miss seeing the same exact people every single day for five days of the week. I don’t miss (most) of the teachers teaching me things I’m never ever going to use in real life. I don’t miss any of it.

And sure, there were some good parts of high school. I had good friends. I was at the top of my class. I got to dance at least once a week…..okay so maybe there aren’t as many good things as I thought but there were a few.

High school was just a drag for me. And I’m sure no one 100% enjoyed it, but I maybe 50% enjoyed my experience, actually, maybe even less than that. Becuase I was on the cheer team, and our school was so small, and because well I’m a girl, my high school life was full of drama. I hated it. It seemed like someone in my friend group always had a problem with someone else in the group. Or there was a boy that more than one girl was fighting over. Or someone just flat out didn’t like someone else. And because we were in high school and apparently that means no one could act their age, instead of talking out our problems, we just ignored the people we didn’t like or talked about people behind their back. It sucked. And I’m 100000000% positive that there were girls I was “friends” with in high school who pretended to like me to my face but talked so much crap about me behind my back. High school drama sucked man. But I could honestly write pages and pages about drama so let’s move on.

I don’t miss high school because I don’t miss having a dress code. A dress code that basically told me I couldn’t be comfortable because boys couldn’t control themselves and their dirty minds. A dress code that didn’t let me stay cool in the heat of September because if a boy saw my shoulders he’d be distracted and not focus on classwork. I don’t miss the dress code not allowing me to wear tank tops or shorts that didn’t follow the “fingertip rule” or leggings or yoga pants. If my school was so concerned about what we as girls wore to class, why not just enforce a uniform? Because that would be unfair to the guys right? They aren’t in charge of whether or not a bra strap turns them on so why should they be forced to wear a uniform?? Stupid.

I don’t miss high school because I don’t miss not having time to do anything I enjoyed doing. My schedule in high school looked similar to this

6:30 am – wake up and get ready
7:15 am – leave for school
7:20 am – arrive at school and go to locker to get books for first hour
7:30 am – start of school day
11 (ish) to 11:30 (ish) am – lunch
11:30 to 11:35 am – go to locker and grab books for fifth/sixth hour
2:30 pm – final bell rings
2:45 to 4 pm (ish) – cheer practice
4 pm to 6 pm (ish) – homework
6 pm (ish) – dinner
6 pm to whenever I’m done: finish homework
9:30/whenever I’m done with homework: shower/get things ready for the next day
11 pm (ish) try to sleep

And that doesn’t even take into consideration dance classes, volunteering, church events, National Honors Society things, class council things, cheer competitions/football games, and family things. I was a busy kid in high school and seemed to never have time to just chill and hang out with friends away from cheer competitions and NHS things. Now that I’m in college I have time to study at my convenience and meet up with friends for coffee and do fun things.

I don’t miss high school because I don’t miss the words “you’ll look back and have regrets”. That one popped up a lot. I can honestly look back and I don’t regret anything I did or didn’t do from 9th to 12th grade. Not a thing. Nothing in cheer, nothing in academics, nothing in my extracurriculars. I think I did everything that was in my power to not look have to look back and say “I wish I would’ve studied more for this test” or “I wish my jumps would’ve been higher at this cheer meet” or “I wish I would’ve volunteered to help at this National Honors Society event” or “I wish I wouldn’t have been friends with this person”. And everything I did in high school taught me some sort of lesson. I learned the study habits that work best for me and I learned that teamwork is important but so is working by yourself and I learned that volunteering is a wonderful thing but I don’t need someone to tell me to volunteer and even friendships that didn’t end up as amazing as they started taught me that some people just don’t grow up as fast as others.

I don’t miss any of the people I went to high school with. Okay, maybe a few. But honestly my life is a lot less complicated without people I used to call my friends. And a lot of the kids I did go to school with and I saw every day and had a locker next to were just…..(I’m trying to think of a nice way to put this) different than me? While I was quiet and focused on school and succeeding and wanted to get the hell out of my itty bitty town, I was one of (if not the only) ones who didn’t fit in with the majority of my school’s population. Everyone was focused on partying and country music and they were loud and outgoing and their focuses were on so many other things beside school and getting out. I am pretty positive that I got annoyed by at least three people at least once a day.

I don’t miss high school whatsoever. I don’t miss always being in class or the drama (most of all the drama) or never having enough time to do everything or the dress code or people telling me I’m going to regret doing/not doing certain things. I don’t miss any of the people (okay maybe one or two). I do not miss high school. And maybe there are some good things that were a part of my teen years but not as many as I would’ve hoped.

So yeah, high school was rough. It felt great to write this post and get it all off my chest. And if people I went to high school get offended by this post, grow up. We’re adults now. You’re perfectly fine. I didn’t drop names because that would be really mean of me and I’m not a mean person I promise. But I hope you all enjoyed this post and check back soon for another blog!! TTFN!

-xox, dallas

First book recommendation in forever!!

First book recommendation in forever!!

Hi guys! I know I just wrote yesterday, but I have a break between Spanish class and Copy Editing class so I thought blogging would be a good way to spend this break!

It has literally been FOREVER since I posted a new book recommendation. Like, seriously forever. (You can check out my last recommendation riiiiight here!) But honestly I just haven’t been reading that much. I mean, other than textbooks and Twitter and news articles, I just don’t have time to read for fun. Which sucks because growing up I was such a book nerd. I read all the time and my classmates were always like ‘you’re already reading a new book?? We just went to the library yesterday??’ or ‘you’re literally reading four books at once Dallas jeesh!’ and now it’s like if my old school friends saw me they’d probably think something was wrong with me. I still love reading and getting new books and I’m thankful for my Children’s Literature classes because I still do get to read some fun stuff, but I just wish I had more time in the day to read…ya know?

Anyways, I did quickly finish the book I’m going to talk about today. It’s called Letters to Gabriel: the True Story of Gabriel Michael Santorum. It made me feel every single emotion possible in it’s 132 pages. Written by Karen Garver Santorum, the wife of politician Rick Santorum, the book is beautifully written in letter format, which was different than a lot of books I’ve read in the past.

Letters to Gabriel follows Mrs. Santorum through her pregnancy with her unborn son Gabriel, who had some health issues in the womb. Though the pregnancy started out as normal, difficulties were soon faced and put into the hands of God. The kicker? Right around the time of these difficulties Mrs. Santorum was facing, her husband was in the midst of a (for lack of a better term) debate on partial birth abortion in the U.S. Senate. Ironic right?

This book is a story of courage, a story of a mother’s love, a story of hope, and a story of faith. It shows that all life is sacred, precious, wonderful, and beautiful, no matter how long it lasts or how it ends, all life is beautiful. Letters to Gabriel proves that there is no love quite like a mother’s love for her babies, even if she must let them go to God before she is ready.

Like I said, this story made me feel every emotion. I cried tears of joy when Mrs. Santorum found out she was expecting Gabriel. I was angry when some of Mr. Santorum’s fellow senators wanted to lift the ban on partial birth abortion, giving the reason that “No member of this Senate can face the trauma that is represented by the issue of late-term abortion…The men of this Senate cannot be pregnant…We are with this attempt to override trying to substitute the judgement of a group of people who do not have to go through this, who do not have to go through this in life, or have it even touch their lives.” (Letters to Gabriel, Karen Garver Santorum; page 26) I cried tears of sadness when Mrs. Santorum held Gabriel for the brief moments of his life. I felt it all and even though I don’t know this family and I’ve never even come close to dealing with anything like this or even known anyone to have dealt with this, I felt connected to this family in a way that I can’t describe. Maybe it’s because of my stance with the pro-life movement. Maybe it’s because, like the Santorum’s my faith in God is bigger than anything else in my life. I don’t know. But this story touched my heart in so many ways.

Whether you’re pro-life, pro-choice, or indifferent or of any religion, I would want everyone to read this book. Who knows, maybe it’ll change your mind on some things or solidify other things. Letters to Gabriel is one of my favorite non-fiction books and even though it’s not something I’m used to reading, it’s definitely something I think I will find myself going back and re-reading. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did.

Thanks for reading friends, TTFN!

-xox, dallas

A 2017 Review

A 2017 Review

Hi guys! I hope you’re all well and I know I have been so MIA recently. I don’t even have an excuse. I just have not felt like writing. And I had planned on blogging over Christmas break, but then was busy catching up with family and doing Christmas things and then I got sick for New Years. *Sigh* my life is just a mess. But I am back! I hope.

I’m sure you all have read about a hundred posts just like this one, but I was journaling the other day and realized that 2017 was a pretty good year for me. So let’s review what happened shall we?

  • I started my second year at Eastern Michigan University, and declared my second minor! I now also plan on a minor in Children’s Literature in addition to Spanish.
  • I got new roomies! My one roommate last year was great, but I love, love, love my roommates this year and we have gotten really close. I definitely consider them to be two of my best friends and I know that I can always count on them.
  • I went to the March for Life for the fifth time! However, this last time was different than the four other times. Usually I’m with my mom and my youth group but this time I was with my college’s pro-life group. I made new friends and once again got to stand up for the rights of the unborn.
  • I got my license! Finally! While all of my friends took driver’s training as soon as they could, I instead had my Quinceanera and put driver’s ed on hold. But I took my road test in June and am officially a licensed driver! Which was fun, until I got sent uptown for the 30th time in one night. Just kidding, I love driving.
  • I got my first car! It’s a grey Grand Prix and I love it. If you ask my brother it’s ‘our car’ but since he can’t drive, I consider it mine. However, Emilio did help me name my car. It’s name is SJ, short for Spencer Jesse. (Yes as in Spencer Sutherland. Judge me all you want.) And again I love it.
  • I went on a cruise! Which I feel like I talked about a lot, but also not really a lot. It was so much fun and I’m hoping I’ll be able to go on another one in the future. We all know how much I love the ocean so being on it everyday was actual heaven for me.
  • I went to Cuba! While on the cruise, Havana (oh na na) was our second stop. I fell in love with the city and culture. Someday I’ll go back…
  • I got my first tattoo! Which you all probably read about that here. But if you didn’t, I am officially inked. My mom and I got mother daughter tats because who else would I get a tattoo with?
  • I saw DNCE in concert with my best friend! And discovered that my crush on Joe Jonas never fully disappeared. The band was at Central Michigan University where my bestie goes to school so of course I had to go. I got to do one of my favorite things (go to a concert) with one of my favorite people.
  • I saw Austin Mahone in concert for the second time! The first time was in 2014 and I saw him in Ohio at the Wolstein Center. I was at the very back of the crowd but I was so happy to finally be seeing my guy for the first time. This time I got tickets for my birthday and got to go with my big sister from another mister. The show was at the Magic Stick in Detroit. I was so close to the stage and it was incredible. And I got the set list after the show which is proudly hanging on my concert wall at home.
  • I took a roadtrip with some of my best friends from high school! It was my first time doing something like this without my mom or any sort of chaperone. But we went to Mackinaw Island and stayed in the city. We stunted in front of the Mackinaw Bridge (because once a cheerleader, always a cheerleader) and laughed a lot and stayed up way too late and ate so much junk food. It was the best time.
  • I bought Jake Miller tickets with my hard earned babysitting money! Literally had an alarm set in my phone to get the tickets as soon as they were available. Not only did I get two tickets (one for me and one for my mom) I also got VIP and that was my big purchase of the summer. It was really satisfying to be able to buy my own concert tickets honestly.
  • I turned 19! One year closer to graduating college. Hard to believe I’m going to be 20 in a few months honestly. My birthday was spent with family and a cookout at my aunts house. I also went to see the Baywatch movie with my mom and best friend the day before my actual birthday. What better way to celebrate than with lots of shirtless Zac Efron am I right? Oh, Spencer Sutherland also wished me a happy birthday and that was wonderful. I love him.
  • I saw Jake Miller in concert for the second time! A wonderful experience and I can’t wait to see him again in a few months.
  • I met Jake Miller! Absolutely incredible. I love him so so much and being able to meet him and hug him and take a picture with him was beyond amazing.
  • I held Jake’s hand during his song ‘Ghost’! That song has gotten me through so much. And while he was singing he came over to my side of the stage, reached down and grabbed my hand. It was only for a few seconds but it was the best moment of my life.
  • Kevin Smart DM’d me! Kev is Jake’s drummer (and yet another cute boy I have a crush on) and DM’d me to tell me about the VIP package The Stolen would have at Jake’s concert. He was super cute, sent lots of smiley faces and made my entire night. He’s so sweet.
  • I became a part of two Millertary GroupChats! Which are so wonderful and I love having those girls to talk to about Jake and his crew and have them obsess over him as much as I do.
  • I saw The Stolen in concert! A great show of course. It was really small and I was close to the stage. Kev wasn’t there because he was doing a show with Jake (disappointing kind of ) but I still had fun with my mom (because honestly who else would I go to a concert with?
  • I met Dom Cuce, Rob Chiarappa, (both of The Stolen) (didn’t get a chance to talk to Mike Chiarappa (the drummer) but still) and Crow Brennan (the photographer for the band and also Jake’s photographer). They were all super sweet! Crow told my mom I should go to Jake’s Hit and Run Tour and I’m pretty sure that helped convince her to get me tickets for Christmas.
  • I saw Jack and Jack for the second time with my baby sister! She (as I’m sure a lot of you know) loves her some Jack Johnson and my mom and I totally surprised her with the tickets. She had no clue we were going until we got to the venue and I told her and then she was thrilled. It was so much fun and we danced and jammed out and Lala is convinced Gilinsky waved to me but whatever. It made me happy to see her happy.
  • I was on Jake Miller’s Instagram and Snapchat stories! He tweeted and asked who got tickets to tour and I tweeted a pic of me (not thinking he’d actually see it) but then one of my friends tweeted me telling me I was on his story and I swear I almost cried. I was thrilled. I can’t wait to see him in May.

So yeah, 2017 was good to me. Full of concerts, trips, and wonderful people. I can’t wait to see what 2018 has in store for me and I know it will be fantastic! That’s all I have for you lovely readers today! I hope you enjoyed this blog post and I will write again soon (I hope) TTFN!!

-xox, dallas

Thank God for Internet Friends

Thank God for Internet Friends

Hey everyone! I hope you’re all doing well and getting excited for the holidays, I know I am. I’m officially home for Christmas break after a long semester of classes and projects and stress. AND I SURVIVED SOCIOLOGY!!

Anyways, I was going to talk about the concert I went to on Saturday but think I’ll save that for a different day when I am having PCD (Post Concert Depression…it’s a real thing.) and instead chose to write about something relatively new to me.

Since seeing Jake Miller in September, I have been followed by and have followed other J-Killa fans. Other members of the Millertary if you will. And I just wanted to talk about why internet friends are just as important as real life friends.

In the past I have sort of interacted with other people who like the same artists I do or the same music I do and it was great, but I don’t think I ever really had ‘internet friends’ until this year. And I credit these newfound friendships to Jake Miller. So Jake, if for whatever reason you’re reading this, thanks.

Internet friends are great because more than likely you will have at least one thing in common with them. Whether it’s a musician you both like, or a TV show you both watch, or even a book series you both enjoyed. You have at least one thing to talk about. And chances are there are things surrounding the main thing that you also both like. Did that make sense? For me, I have so many friends who love Jake Miller as much as I do, and since we like Jake we also pretty much all like The Stolen and Gary Gorski and think Crow Brennan is absolutely gorgeous and talented. So yeah, Jake’s the main thing we all have in common, but we also have all these other things that surround Jake or are somehow connected.

Internet friends are also great because while real life friends might not want to constantly listen to you obsess over things like new music or the latest Instagram posts, you can bet that at least one girl or guy will have already sent screenshots to the groupchat or will retweet your tweet about whatever is going on. Maybe your real life friends don’t care all that much that The Stolen’s new song is freakin’ incredible, but in the groupchat, everyone is already memorizing the lyrics and obsessing over it even though it hasn’t been released yet.

For me, it’s kinda hard to make friends in real life because I’m so quiet/shy. But on Twitter I can sometimes be more outgoing and it’s a lot easier to talk to new people from behind a screen than it is to do so in real life. And yeah, eventually you can meet these people at a concert or something, but it’s not even awkward because you’ve been talking to them for kind of a while and feel like you’ve known them forever.

The only thing that really sucks about these online friendships is that it’s hard to be able to actually meet them in real life. Chances are you don’t live near each other, sometimes it’s across the country, sometimes it’s across the world. It’s just difficult. And it’s hard to not be able to hang out with them when your other friends are busy working or studying or hanging out with their friends.

To my Jake Miller Snapchat, iMessage, and Twitter Groupchats, thank you for listening to me talk about Jake and Kev and Crow and Gary all the time and loving them just as much as I do. I’m so grateful that I have you wonderful humans in my life. To my other internet friends, I’m thankful to get to tweet/DM you all whenever my real life friends get sick of listening to me talk about musicians.

 

Well y’all. That’s all I have for today. I’m going to go cry and listen to The Stolen because I miss them even though it’s only been four days. Lol, talk (well, write) to you guys again soon!

-xox, dallas