Brutally Honest

Why do I use Instagram? Is it to update millions of followers about my life? No. I have just over 700, (which is not a lot considering I’ve had my account for 6 years). Is it to become an influencer and tell people to drink kombucha and oat milk? No. Kombucha tastes like sh*t. Is it to show my 700 followers (most of them are probably inactive, anyway) my #ootd, or #wcw, or #mcm, or #throwbackthursday, or other #nonsense? Nope. So why do I have Instagram? Baby goats. I promised I would be brutally honest on this blog. At 8:00 am this morning, I followed four separate accounts featuring baby goats. *exhale* The picture that started it all was an adorable toddler (just to clarify, he’s human) snuggling a newborn goat. #adorbs. I usually keep my Instagramming pretty normal, if somewhat quiet. Usually pictures of me and my family, or my friends. I love that Instagram lets me discover other niche groups and look at pictures of baby goats. Most of my pop culture know

I love pretty things. I love pretty art with lots of history, hidden meaning, and being transported to the artist’s side at a point in time when they created something beautiful from raw materials. I have never been good at painting or drawing, or really anything artsy at all. I just like looking. I love color schemes, patterns, and designs, but I cannot create them. When Dr. K said to make a logo for our class blogs, I was excited but apprehensive. Does Canva have these same capabilities? Can I make something beautiful with meaning? Well, I tried… I am familiar with using Canva for flyers, emails, and social media posts, but I never made my own logo. I found a logo template that caught my eye and then totally scrapped it. I used my Blogger Theme Designer to find the exact colors I used in my blog background: #733640 and #e76d80. Oooh, how exciting! Practically paint by number. My theme was flowers, so I played around with the flower prints on Canva until I found one

Happy Fall! Warning: this blog does not have an assigned topic, and therefore might not have much structure. Much like my life. Fall break is right around the corner and I am gleefully awaiting Friday at 1:50 pm when my Catechism class ends, and I can call it a day. Actually, I will end up calling it, “my final first half of the Fall semester probably ever.” I graduate in December, so this is my final semester entirely. It is bittersweet. I look around campus and notice things for the first time. They are really simple things like the flowers encircling the huge tree outside of the Immaculate Conception chapel. Or who is the bust in the Philips Library (it’s St. Joseph the Worker). I want to spend as much time as possible with my friends before I leave this campus as a graduate and it seems so hard to do—especially midterms week when my life feels overwhelmed by exams, presentations, papers, and the tutoring sessions I had scheduled. I especially want to take advantag