My Morning Routine (Vacation Edition!!)

Hi everyone, and welcome back to my channel!!!!

I’ve been getting a TON of requests from you guys lately to talk about my Morning Routine, so I thought today I’d take you through what a typical morning looks like for me when I’m on break, because–surprise–I’m on break!!! (Insert champagne emojis here!!)  I try to strike a balance between productive and restful with my routine, especially after a stressful semester of classes. You guys know that I am all about Self Care, and that’s really what I’ve worked to implement here. This definitely isn’t as high-powered as my routine during the school year, but hopefully it’ll give you some ideas for building your own morning ritual. Let’s get into it!!!!!

 

Wakey Wakey

My alarm goes off at 7:00, but if you think I’m getting up then, think again!!!! It doesn’t matter if I went to bed at 9:00 or 1:30 AM, I am all about that #BeautySleep! I’ll either fall back asleep for two more hours, or on my more productive mornings, dive right into the following rituals. It’s the thought that counts, always.

 

Daily Dose of Inspiration

I usually try not to get on the internet, my email, or my social media accounts before noon, but as soon as I snuggle into my childhood bed, I embody the reckless abandon of my teen years and surf the web to my heart’s content!!! If I don’t fall back asleep after turning off my alarm, I’ll hop on YouTube and watch videos of meth-heads shopping at Walmart, or a newscast of the Joplin, Missouri tornado. I’ve earned it!!

 

Turning on the Lights

We’re getting closer to getting out of bed!!

 

Staring into Space

Arguably THE most essential phase of my vacation morning routine is lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about that time freshman year when I was too shy and intimidated to participate in that one upper-level philosophy class I took. It’s essential that I comb over every painstaking memory and relive it in excruciating detail, never forgetting how lame it was that I didn’t share my ideas in class. Ugh!!!!

Once I’ve replayed that semester of class in my mind, pinpointing it as the moment when everything started to go downhill, I’m ready to get up and start my day. I feel rejuvenated, refreshed, and totally ready to take control of the remaining 5 hours of my day!!!!!!

#LETSGETTHISBREAD

 

Skincare and Hygiene

I’m running a little behind schedule, so all I do is rub my hand on my face to absorb any oil, throw my hair in a loose old ponytail holder, and swipe on some deodorant. We’re in it to win it now!!!!

 

Breakfast

It’s lunchtime!!!

 

Thanks so much for watching, you guys! I hope you all have enjoyed hearing about my morning routine as much as I have loved talking about it!!! Let me know in the comments below what the most important element of your morning routine is, and I’ll see you right here next time. Peace!!!!!!

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Picking Up That Desk Shoved in the Corner

Hey, Girl!

Yeah, you.

I see you standing in the corner. What, you think you’re invisible? Please. No way.

I’ve never seen you at Andy’s place before. I know; I would’ve remembered you. So what’s your story? Why are you hiding in the corner, a pretty thing like you?

A little shy? You shouldn’t be insecure. Sure, everyone here is beautiful. They practically sparkle. They’re intimidating. And yeah, I’ll be honest, you’ve got a different look. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re kind of plain.

Hey, wait! Where are you going? I told you not to take that the wrong way! I mean–you’re simple. Simply beautiful. Beauty in your simplicity, that’s what I mean. And that’s striking. When everyone else is shiny and sparkly, simplicity is striking. And you, my dear, strike me.

Especially because when I look closer, I can see you’re really complex. There’s writing all over you, but if you don’t look carefully, you’ll miss it. I bet a lot of people do that, don’t they? You’ve been through a lot, haven’t you?

God, I just want to get to know you! AHHHHhhhhhh!

You don’t talk a whole lot. That’s okay! No worries, no worries. Anyway, I just came over to say hi. And I wanted to say that you’re beautiful. The most beautiful in the room. Anyway, I can see you want to be left alone now. I’m gonna go dance. If you ever get your back up off the wall, come find me.

*Deuces*

 

Ohhhhh! You wanted me to move the desk? Sorry! Got it.

Lament of an Airport Fruit Cup

I was moved by a fit of inspiration after eating an airport fruit cup whilst traveling to Seattle, Washington for my cousin’s graduation a few weeks ago. This little ditty goes out to anyone who has fallen prey to Caribou Coffee’s “fresh fruit” assortments, which give melon everywhere a bad name.

 

Lament of an Airport Fruit Cup

Oh, Airport Fruit Cup, you cost me 5 dollars,

but took so much more of my pride.

When at last I found a fork to eat with

it seemed like you wanted to hide!

‘Where the hell does this thing open?’

I asked, searching for truth in this one life.

Straining and struggling and pulling to death

you stayed shut, the start of my strife.

Oh, Airport Fruit Cup, you were leaking juice,

but from where I could not detect.

If I achieved my goal and pried you open,

Grapes, pineapple and juice would you eject?

We were crammed together in economy class,

just a breath from the nearest stranger.

The man next to be wore a tweed sportcoat;

he watched me strain and could feel the danger.

Then, hark! An Opening! Disguised as a hinge!

You opened with a warm welcome.

But your $5 price tag mocked me with glee,

and I wondered if I could be more dumb.

Your melon was tough, your grapes rather soggy,

And I really don’t mean to complain,

But the pineapple was so tough that out of fear for my bridge,

From eating, I had to refrain.

Oh Airport Fruit Cup, you triumphant bastard,

you fickle lover, you fair-weather friend.

To top it all off, you spilled on my shoes,

and that’s where our journey ends.