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Hello! My name is Jamie, I’m 20 (will be 21 in three months) and I’m looking to take on a few new Pen Pals.
I’ve had up to eight at one time, and have been able to keep up with all of them, but feel as if a few of us have simply lost touch. :-( Now I’m looking for pen pals that will be committed to keeping in touch (unless you job or school has to come first, which I completely understand).

On that note, I’m currently a college student majoring the performing arts. I sing, act, and dance and wouldn’t be able to survive if I didn’t. A big goal of mine is to be a Snow White face character in Disney World before moving onto Chicago, taking over their theatres, then moving to England to do the same. :-)
If it wasn’t for my amazing boyfriend, Daniel, I may have gone insane by now, so I’ll more than likely talk about how grateful I am of him. I adore books, and would be willing to do a book trade (if you absolutely promise to send it back, because my books are like small pieces of my soul). I have a cat named Edgar who is the most spoiled cat in all of North Carolina and I’d be lost without his furry company. I make an amazing smoothie, cup of coffee, and tea. Cooking and baking are a small side hobby of mine (and I’d love to trade international recipes with someone). I love sending little care packages to people overseas especially if I know they can’t get a certain item in their country. I have this cool idea to do an outfit swap with someone (because I really like fashion and dressing up), but I’m not sure how to execute such an idea. Haha. I enjoy a stormy day, a crochet project, a good book, and a great cup of tea. I love to travel, and I absolutely adore learning about other cultures, hence why I’d like my pen pals to be overseas. I hate the idea of animal testing, so I’m a big fan of Lush bath and beauty products.

A few other things about me. I’m not very far into fandoms, but I do enjoy Harry Potter, Doctor Who, and Sherlock. I have found myself to be very much to attached to those characters. I’m a casual comic book fan who would love to attend a comic con before I die. I really do not like anime and can’t really explain why. Immaturity is a big turn off. I’ll be more than happy to give advice if needed. :-) I want to really make a deep connection with my pen pals. I want to become friends and be able to be completely honest with each other, and ultimately become great, if not best, friends. <3

I feel like I’m missing some things, but you can feel free to drop me an ask if you would like to know more. :-)

The Cinematic Orchestra, “Arrival of the Birds & Transformation”

This, ladies and gentlemen, is the song I’ll be walking down the isle to. Never have I heard a more beautiful potential wedding march. I have nothing but love for this song. <3

Thanks for the advice, dear. I found the bed on Craig&#8217;s List. I need a bed my cat can&#8217;t get under, so I can&#8217;t really compromise there, but I&#8217;ve been keeping my eye on the free section for some great finds, believe me.

Thanks for the advice, dear. I found the bed on Craig’s List. I need a bed my cat can’t get under, so I can’t really compromise there, but I’ve been keeping my eye on the free section for some great finds, believe me.

I’m Upset today.

You see, I’m moving into an unfurnished apartment for the first time (before I was in over-priced furnished student living), and I have no idea how I’m going to do it. I’ve got everything I need but the one, essential, big-ticket item. A bed.

I’ve found a bed that would be absolutely perfect, and I believe I can afford it, but it’s the mattress, sheets, and comforter that I’m really unsure about. I’m basically on my own from now on, and I’m making JUST enough for rent, gas, and groceries.

It just makes me so heartbreakingly sad that I can’t give back what people sacrifice for me. Honestly, when I sit down, think about it, and see how broke I am and how I’m draining others, I want to cry.

This is the beautiful, amazing, adorable kitten I&#8217;ll be picking up from the animal shelter tomorrow.
I&#8217;m so excited that I&#8217;ve already gotten him a litter box, litter, a food tray, food, and a kitty bed. I&#8217;ve also cleaned the kitchen and the living room where he&#8217;ll be spending most of his time. I&#8217;m damn excited.

This is the beautiful, amazing, adorable kitten I’ll be picking up from the animal shelter tomorrow.

I’m so excited that I’ve already gotten him a litter box, litter, a food tray, food, and a kitty bed. I’ve also cleaned the kitchen and the living room where he’ll be spending most of his time. I’m damn excited.

I have such a problem with this comment for a few reasons, and I&#8217;ll tell you why.
Beth is my Mary Kay director.
For those of you who may not know, I joined the Mary Kay company a few months ago. Before joining, I was lured in with the promise that I&#8217;d make hundreds of dollars a week, love the job, and be a pro at it in no time. Well, it&#8217;s far from that.
I&#8217;m a struggling college student that can barely pay rent and hardly afford to eat a proper meal from day to day, but I got this brilliant idea that maybe if I moved a bit of money around and put some effort into it, I&#8217;d make the hundred back in at the most, a week. No, I didn&#8217;t. I payed $100 dollars for my start-up kit (which doesn&#8217;t include everything you need to &#8220;throw a proper MK party&#8221;), then had to sink an extra $50 into this company for prizes for the games you play when you throw these parties. So, in less than a month, I was out $150 without even thinking about it.
Before you start, you&#8217;re incouraged to attend your regions meetings. Not to my surprise, you have to pay to attend these meetings to help with upkeep on the building we rent, but your first meeting is free, so I went. I wasn&#8217;t told about the dress code of business casual (I was told it was in my phone training which I hadn&#8217;t yet finished), so I showed up in a blouse, nice shorts, and dressy sandals. Thank God I chose not to bum it that day, right? The entire meeting focused not on my clients, but on how to get more women to join, the free stuff you&#8217;d get if you did so, and a ton of fluff on how we&#8217;d all have so much fun as a team! I wathced as two women were &#8220;sworn in&#8221; and even in the MK oath, you&#8217;re to say how you&#8217;ll do yourself a favor and recruit as many women as you can. Still, nothing in there about the clients. I left feeling encouraged, but terrified.
I set up for my first party at my apartment. I deep cleaned my place, made sure everything was perfect, and was ready to have a great time. No one showed up. I thought back to why, and realised how much women hate hearing from MK consultants. All we are to them is another telemarketer, another money-sucking waste of time. We lure customers in with &#8220;free stuff,&#8221; but give them very little reward. People&#8217;s faces when I start to talk about Mary Kay is one of the prime reasons why I want out. People have started to doge my calls, and dread talking to me. As a young woman who has trouble finding and keeping great friendships, that&#8217;s not what I want at all. Through all this , I kept going, because I still had hope that things would turn around soon.
My debut party was thrown at my parents&#8217; house because my director thought I&#8217;d have quite a lot of contacts there, which I do not. So, I sunk $20 on gas for there and back. After having no one purchase anything at my first party, I had booked three other parties that would require me to spend $20 or more on gas with no guarantee that I&#8217;d make any of that back, and I&#8217;d have to do that three times in the course of a week and a half. My director was present at this party to &#8220;show me how it&#8217;s done&#8221; and help me along the way (training), so I was pressured into doing certain things and truly felt awful for pressuring these women, my friends, into buying over-priced skincare products. Now, I don&#8217;t doubt, for one second, that MK products are quality (I love the products I use), but the price tag, even for me getting it half-priced, is over the top.
Then, there&#8217;s the matter of recruiting. My &#8220;training,&#8221; which was over the phone and little to no help to me at all, focused not on my customers, not on my clients, but the money I&#8217;d have to sink into my &#8220;business&#8221; to be &#8220;successful&#8221; and the ways I&#8217;d get other women to join in on this &#8220;success.&#8221; Out of the ten hours of phone training, I was only granted two of those to focus on my clients. I learned nothing about how our products are quality, which products work the best, or how to present them to the women I&#8217;d encounter. I was basically told if I didn&#8217;t sink about $1,400 into my &#8220;business,&#8221; I wouldn&#8217;t be as successful becuase I wouldn&#8217;t have a full store (inventory). You&#8217;re told during recruiting that you don&#8217;t NEED inventory in order to be successful, but once you&#8217;re in the company, you&#8217;re &#8220;highly encouraged&#8221; to purchase inventory if you want to be &#8220;truly successful.&#8221; I&#8217;ve never in my life had that kind of money in my bank account, and if I did, I&#8217;d never in my life think about spending on such a huge risk. My director upon hearing any of this would come back with, &#8220;If you risk a little, you get a little. If you risk a lot, you get a lot.&#8221; Well, I&#8217;ll let her pay my rent, get me gas, and buy my groceries for a few months and I&#8217;d be happy to &#8220;risk a lot.&#8221;
There&#8217;s a portion of your party where you take each person into a seperate room for a &#8220;one-on-one&#8221; talk about MK. This is where you pressure them even more into buying product, and where you lure them into the company with empty promises. Don&#8217;t worry, all of this is covered in your training. You can just feel the tension in the room when you know a woman cannot afford  your product, but you keep pressuring her hoping she&#8217;ll break down. It&#8217;s wrong. I watched my director do it to each of my friends that I had invited. It&#8217;s as if you want them to feel back for using samples, but not making a purchase. I actually had one of my friends tell me they felt as if they&#8217;re on trial during this portion of my party.
Then, there&#8217;s the actual business side to your buiness. Taxes, income, office, orgnaization, phone calls, etc. I know nothings of taxes and was given no help on how that was supposed to go. I was told my &#8220;tax person&#8221; would do my taxes for me. Later, I was told how to organize my &#8220;office,&#8221; but would have to get all these desk organizers for different purposes, so more and more money. The more I &#8220;trained,&#8221; the more I realized I was planning on loosing hundreds of dollars before deaming of making an icome.
I have a probelm with this comment because from day one I&#8217;d been told not to &#8220;sit on my gold mine&#8221; and put all my time into Mary Kay. I have no plans on becoming like the &#8220;successful&#8221; women in the company. Want to know how they&#8217;re successful? They eat, breathe, and sleep Mary Kay. Most say wherever they go they at least tell one stranger that they&#8217;re a MK consultant. That lifestyle is not for me. I plan on focusing on my real dream, not some scheme I&#8217;ve been sucked into. So, I&#8217;ll throw my last party on June 30th for my best friend, do it the way I want (with just a ton of fun), and get out of the business.
The moral of the story? Don&#8217;t fall for Mary Kay&#8217;s Pink Pyramid Scheme unless you&#8217;re willing to sink a substantial amount of money into your &#8220;business,&#8221; work three times as hard, and only get little to no reward.
(I&#8217;m sure there&#8217;s more I could say, but I don&#8217;t want to waste anymore time on this company than I already have.)

I have such a problem with this comment for a few reasons, and I’ll tell you why.

Beth is my Mary Kay director.

For those of you who may not know, I joined the Mary Kay company a few months ago. Before joining, I was lured in with the promise that I’d make hundreds of dollars a week, love the job, and be a pro at it in no time. Well, it’s far from that.

I’m a struggling college student that can barely pay rent and hardly afford to eat a proper meal from day to day, but I got this brilliant idea that maybe if I moved a bit of money around and put some effort into it, I’d make the hundred back in at the most, a week. No, I didn’t. I payed $100 dollars for my start-up kit (which doesn’t include everything you need to “throw a proper MK party”), then had to sink an extra $50 into this company for prizes for the games you play when you throw these parties. So, in less than a month, I was out $150 without even thinking about it.

Before you start, you’re incouraged to attend your regions meetings. Not to my surprise, you have to pay to attend these meetings to help with upkeep on the building we rent, but your first meeting is free, so I went. I wasn’t told about the dress code of business casual (I was told it was in my phone training which I hadn’t yet finished), so I showed up in a blouse, nice shorts, and dressy sandals. Thank God I chose not to bum it that day, right? The entire meeting focused not on my clients, but on how to get more women to join, the free stuff you’d get if you did so, and a ton of fluff on how we’d all have so much fun as a team! I wathced as two women were “sworn in” and even in the MK oath, you’re to say how you’ll do yourself a favor and recruit as many women as you can. Still, nothing in there about the clients. I left feeling encouraged, but terrified.

I set up for my first party at my apartment. I deep cleaned my place, made sure everything was perfect, and was ready to have a great time. No one showed up. I thought back to why, and realised how much women hate hearing from MK consultants. All we are to them is another telemarketer, another money-sucking waste of time. We lure customers in with “free stuff,” but give them very little reward. People’s faces when I start to talk about Mary Kay is one of the prime reasons why I want out. People have started to doge my calls, and dread talking to me. As a young woman who has trouble finding and keeping great friendships, that’s not what I want at all. Through all this , I kept going, because I still had hope that things would turn around soon.

My debut party was thrown at my parents’ house because my director thought I’d have quite a lot of contacts there, which I do not. So, I sunk $20 on gas for there and back. After having no one purchase anything at my first party, I had booked three other parties that would require me to spend $20 or more on gas with no guarantee that I’d make any of that back, and I’d have to do that three times in the course of a week and a half. My director was present at this party to “show me how it’s done” and help me along the way (training), so I was pressured into doing certain things and truly felt awful for pressuring these women, my friends, into buying over-priced skincare products. Now, I don’t doubt, for one second, that MK products are quality (I love the products I use), but the price tag, even for me getting it half-priced, is over the top.

Then, there’s the matter of recruiting. My “training,” which was over the phone and little to no help to me at all, focused not on my customers, not on my clients, but the money I’d have to sink into my “business” to be “successful” and the ways I’d get other women to join in on this “success.” Out of the ten hours of phone training, I was only granted two of those to focus on my clients. I learned nothing about how our products are quality, which products work the best, or how to present them to the women I’d encounter. I was basically told if I didn’t sink about $1,400 into my “business,” I wouldn’t be as successful becuase I wouldn’t have a full store (inventory). You’re told during recruiting that you don’t NEED inventory in order to be successful, but once you’re in the company, you’re “highly encouraged” to purchase inventory if you want to be “truly successful.” I’ve never in my life had that kind of money in my bank account, and if I did, I’d never in my life think about spending on such a huge risk. My director upon hearing any of this would come back with, “If you risk a little, you get a little. If you risk a lot, you get a lot.” Well, I’ll let her pay my rent, get me gas, and buy my groceries for a few months and I’d be happy to “risk a lot.”

There’s a portion of your party where you take each person into a seperate room for a “one-on-one” talk about MK. This is where you pressure them even more into buying product, and where you lure them into the company with empty promises. Don’t worry, all of this is covered in your training. You can just feel the tension in the room when you know a woman cannot afford  your product, but you keep pressuring her hoping she’ll break down. It’s wrong. I watched my director do it to each of my friends that I had invited. It’s as if you want them to feel back for using samples, but not making a purchase. I actually had one of my friends tell me they felt as if they’re on trial during this portion of my party.

Then, there’s the actual business side to your buiness. Taxes, income, office, orgnaization, phone calls, etc. I know nothings of taxes and was given no help on how that was supposed to go. I was told my “tax person” would do my taxes for me. Later, I was told how to organize my “office,” but would have to get all these desk organizers for different purposes, so more and more money. The more I “trained,” the more I realized I was planning on loosing hundreds of dollars before deaming of making an icome.

I have a probelm with this comment because from day one I’d been told not to “sit on my gold mine” and put all my time into Mary Kay. I have no plans on becoming like the “successful” women in the company. Want to know how they’re successful? They eat, breathe, and sleep Mary Kay. Most say wherever they go they at least tell one stranger that they’re a MK consultant. That lifestyle is not for me. I plan on focusing on my real dream, not some scheme I’ve been sucked into. So, I’ll throw my last party on June 30th for my best friend, do it the way I want (with just a ton of fun), and get out of the business.

The moral of the story? Don’t fall for Mary Kay’s Pink Pyramid Scheme unless you’re willing to sink a substantial amount of money into your “business,” work three times as hard, and only get little to no reward.

(I’m sure there’s more I could say, but I don’t want to waste anymore time on this company than I already have.)

Even after working a decent amount of hours for more than minimum wage, my paycheck is STILL not where it needs to be. I just can’t.

I. Just. Can’t.

I. JUST. FUCKING. CAN’T!!!

I’m a hopeless romantic in “like” with a robot.

Leave it to me and my stupid luck to drop my brand new two day old Snow White travel thermos from the Disney Store on the asphalt getting out of the car. Now there’s a lovely dent along with chipped away paint on the bottom not allowing the thermos to properly stand alone.
Great.

Do you have a scent that brings back memories?
Well, not only does this line of Olay products smell God-like, but it takes me back to a pretty splendid time in my life. I dunno, I just literally can&#8217;t get enough of this stuff. It&#8217;s a little on the expensive side, but when I get the chance to purchase some, I get so many compliments (because you literally don&#8217;t need perfume if you have the lotion on) and constantly am reminded of a great time. 

Do you have a scent that brings back memories?

Well, not only does this line of Olay products smell God-like, but it takes me back to a pretty splendid time in my life. I dunno, I just literally can’t get enough of this stuff. It’s a little on the expensive side, but when I get the chance to purchase some, I get so many compliments (because you literally don’t need perfume if you have the lotion on) and constantly am reminded of a great time. 

Due to my extreme gullibility, I cannot tell if this is laced with sarcasm or not. Haha.
By that post, I mean I wish to hang out with all of you and go shopping, go to Disney World, or something of that magical nature.
My dear, we are friends, but sadly it&#8217;s only virtual. If only they had perfected teleportation by now! D}:

Blog owners I wish I were friends with irl.

There are a number of blogs that I follow that I wish I were friends with irl:

I’m more than sure a missed a few in there somewhere. Anyway, I’ve admired your posts, personalities, and/or blogs for a while now, and I just wanted to tell you all how awesome you are.

Hope this doesn’t make me seem creepy,
Jamie Alex

A summary of my oh-so-boring day (basically a day-in-the-life of me.):

  • Woke up at 1:00pm (I really need to get on a better sleeping schedule)
  • Was late to my 1:30pm doctor’s appointment
  • Had lunch with my boyfriend
  • Realized how much of an ass he can be and found out he finds being romantic a “waste of time and emotional focus”
  • Came back to my apartment with said ass-like boyfriend
  • Picked up where I left off on my math exam review
  • Said farewell to my boyfriend who feels the need to get away from me any chance he gets because he finds me and the things I do boring and needs to go find better things to do because hanging out with me isn’t enough for him because staying in one place for too long drives him up a wall
  • Finished my allotted amount of math homework for the evening
  • Watched a very insightful movie about the business side of porn
  • Cranked some music up and spruced up my room
  • Started some laundry
  • Wondered where the hell my boyfriend could be because he said he’d be back before dinner
  • Made myself a full pot of coffee knowing it’ll keep me up tonight when I have to work tomorrow morning, but I really wanted coffee and I didn’t have decaf
  • Discovered my ass-like boyfriend didn’t take his tea bag out of the coffee maker (but it didn’t seem to change the taste of my last bit of coffee)
  • Wondered around a little more still knowing my boyfriend is more satisfied hanging out with his friends because I’m just too boring
  • and now I’m sitting here with my first of many cups of coffee reflecting on how much I really need to change my life and stop writing run-on sentences.

Word of Advice: Abnormal men will not understand when you’re trying to be spontaneous. It will piss you off, and they then won’t understand why you’re pissed.

Kelly, Dorothy has official (friend)shipped us&#8230;Thank you, Dorothy. ;{D
Also, that day-in-the-life of us is basically perfection. Perfection.