A few weeks ago, I made the decision to give up dating apps, and it’s actually been a pretty big adjustment. Who am I supposed to text when I’m bored in class with no boyfriend AND no Bumble? Who am I supposed to hang out and drink bad martinis with on Tuesday nights if not a stranger from the internet? (I maybe need to consider getting out more/making more real-life friends…)
On the bright side, though, now that I’ve stopped swiping my phone battery lasts more than 3 hours and my parents have stopped yelling at me about using all of the family data. Silver linings, ya know?
Why is “Blank Space” playing?
Who the eff listens to Taylor Swift this early in the morning
Literally STFU Taylor. I’m busy dreaming I’m married to Deacon Claybourne.
As my mom/only reader pointed out to me the other day, I haven’t written for LifeOfZo in a while. While I would like to pretend it’s because my grandpa told me he was “concerned about how much I’m drinking and sleeping around” (@mom- PLEASE stop sending my blog to my grandparents and dad’s coworkers; @grandpa- I WISH I was having as much “fun” as you think I am), really it’s because I’ve been suuuuuper busy doing other things, like getting my Master’s degree and listening to depressing country music on Spotify.
Here, in no particular order, is literally every single thing I’ve been doing the last seven days instead of right swiping and writing for my blog.
Like most kids, when I was little I dreamed of growing up and becoming a veterinarian. I loved animals, and the fact that we had 5 dogs and 3 cats throughout my life only solidified my obsession. The difference between most kids and I, though, is that I never grew out of it.