When I first decided to start this blog I didn’t know what I would write about. There are SOOO many topics to choose from, but being the (proudly) indecisive person that I am I decided that I shouldn’t have to decide. After all this is my blog. So I’m going to write, whine, ramble, argue, and give advice (mind you it’s not professional or probably any good but I’m going to do it anyway) about any and everything that my heart desires. Oh and of course whatever random thought may mosey on through my mind. Trust me there are a lot of stupid and crazy things that run through this noggin of mine.

I guess I should start off talking about myself, and why I wanted to write this blog. My name is… wait should I say my real name or what I commanded Siri to call me (Princess Amelia) any way I go by a couple of different names. The following are the names my friends and family have lovingly given me: Emily…hands down best name ever and the name my mother and father have bestowed upon me the day of my birth, Mimi, Miann, Em-Dawgz, Em, the funniest most amazing person to ever roam the streets, and my all time favorite AWESOME (okay okay the last one is what I call my self but tis the truest of them all) and the list goes on. Call me whatever floats your boat, but don’t I repeat DON’T call me shawty… ugh I freaking hate that word. I would much rather be called a bitch than FREAKING SHAWTY…I digress.

I started this blog because I needed an outlet for all my thoughts and all these things I’ve been feeling lately…I hear people call them “emotions”… well emotions you suck big walrus balls. Sadly my journal just isn’t cutting it anymore, sorry J (that’s my journals name… super original… I know) you’re still my dude for life though. This past year (2014 just in case people from the future are reading this… I want them to know what year I’m talking about) wasn’t the best for me, a lot of pooper-scooper happened. I went through a phase (Its like a mid-life crisis, but just in my mid-twenties… I guess you can say my mid-twenties crisis…PERFECT!) where I was constantly putting my self down and doubting all the things I’ve done to get me to this point in my life, and the big one asking my self what am I going to do for with the rest of my life. I’m 24 years old haven’t graduated from college; I hadn’t even managed to choose a major (believe me I have tried every possible major out there, well minus anything having to do with math and science cause home girl over here is not good at either). The cherry you ask the lies on top of this mid-twenties crisis sundae…wait for it… I still live with my parents. I know (well I hope I’m not the only) there are other people out there that are going through something similar, but I had a plan for my life. I was going to graduate college at 22, start a career that I loved, meet someone that I could potentially start a life with and freaking not live with my parents anymore and have my own house full of puppies. I guess that’s life for you. Things happen that send you on a different path and eventually I’ll get to where I’m supposed to be. Until then I’m just going to live and little by little love my life one day at a time. On that sappy note I hope to hear from any and everyone who decides to read this, I would love to talk and get to know you!

Love Ya from the Moon and back,

Emily (Princess Amelia to you Siri!)