Free At Last… Kind Of

It is the end of the semester and seemingly what should be the end of my blog. Throughout these past couple of months I have learned so many different things about promoting yourself and having an online presence. I’ve learned that there is a fun way to navigate the internet while still maintaining a professional air about yourself. If you are running such a personal blog like mine, it is okay to share your experiences and quirks, but there is a line as to how much information is too much. 

I found WordPress to be a very effective blogging medium – everything was easy to understand and the layout was manageable. Something that I would improve, with WordPress, is the Gallery option. While it enables you to have a slideshow embedded into your post, it doesn’t offer a direct slideshow; you have to click on the first picture to get things moving. 

This experience will definitely benefit me in the future as I move on to my career and try and maintain an online presence. Blogging is the perfect way to connect with an audience and to get your name out there. In the field that I am planning on going into it is all about the connections that you make and the “big” ideas that you have for properties. By having a blog I can keep up with my community and give my clients a taste of what I’m about and of the vision that I have. 

Overall the blog project was a huge success and learning experience for me… But I’m not finished with it yet.


This is not the end.

So stay tuned for more oddities in Apt 626.


PS: check out this website that is totally rocking my world

Love Was Made for Me and Me

Living in a house where 3/5 people are undeniably in love comes with a cornucopia of different feelings for those that aren’t. This is something that I am sure most people can relate to at some point in their life, and can raise the third-wheel flag in surrender. As this semester is coming to an end I am reflecting on not only the relationships that I have watched blossom, but also the ones that I have watched crash and burn, fade away, or oddly seem to take form in my own life.

I spent months watching Samantha and Haley, unknowingly, take notes from John Green. They fell in love the way that you fall asleep, slowly and then all at once. Clay spent all of his time with Samantha whether it be at our house or his; they cooked together, laughed together, and even obsessed over video games together. Zac lives in Lubbock so Haley doesn’t get to see him as much as she would like, but the distance truly has only made her heart grow fonder.

The question could not help but be begged… Where was my prince charming?

Well, I have come to find out that not all princes are charming, and sometimes the frogs are better kissers.

As vague as it all seems, the point of this story is that all of this time that I spent wanting what my roommates had I forgot how beautiful it is to simply love yourself. Forming a relationship with myself is the most significant thing that I have learned to do this year. If no one wants to hang out or doesn’t have the time, that’s okay, I can hang out alone. If there is a new movie that I want to see, I can take myself on a date. In other ways I have focused on my career goals and began getting my Real Estate license, I’ve gotten back into running regularly, and I’ve realized that if I want to eat sugar then I can eat sugar (hints the utter adoration for my Easter basket… a depiction of true love.)


After it is all said and done I am left with this: I am my own best friend.

Carrie Bradshaw said it best when she said “But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.”

And after learning to be okay alone, well, my life has become fabulous.

PS An anon on twitter that I have found that truly seems to understand what it means to just live every day life (and tells you about hers) and seems to genuinely understand everything that I just talked about, is @fierceandlittle. Go follow her:

Society today is in a very digital age. We are constantly refreshing our timelines, putting our thoughts out on the world wide web for anyone to see, and reading what others have to say. I know that in my house we tweet about, or to, each other constantly (Mostly @jennebroccoli and I). So for this post I decided to search the depths of twitter for things that other people around the internet have to say about their roommates. Some have proved to be hilarious and in good humor, and others… Well, let’s just hope they’re sleeping with one eye open.


Check out this storify post that sums it all up:

Continuing the Girly-ness Digitally…

Have you ever wondered what other people are wearing, doing, or saying when it comes to all of the things you and your roommates talk about? From GNO’s to boys to ugly snaps you receive and screenshot, why isn’t their a place that you can find all of it and compare your life with other college girls throughout the world? Well, with my new app “That’s What Girls Do” you can! 

ImageShare your outfits, fun times, and the places that you went on your Girls Night Out! Image

Let everyone know how nice it is to stay in and binge on Netflix and ice cream when everyone decides to stay in!

Ever have those moments where you just go “oops”? Let other people know that they’re not alone and laugh about the things that make other people go “oops.”

Got school pride? Is studying taking over your life? Share it with the world! 

Boys, boys, boys. Have a screenshot of a funny pickup line or something disgustingly sweet that your boyfriend sent? I know you do. Hide their name and let everyone laugh or swoon with you.

The test of true friendship these days seems to be the receiving of mind-bending, horrifying Snapchats to your closest friends. We all have that one friend who takes it to a whole new level and leaves it visible for too many seconds giving us the perfect opportunity to screenshot it. Share the embarrassment and hope that you don’t ever see yourself!


The best part of an app like this is there are so many different ways to use it, but the most useful way is satirically. Enjoy the app!

Finding the Time to Dance

In life there is a time for everything under the sun: A time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to laugh and a time to cry, and even a time to tear apart and a time to sew together. With college comes a wealth of life lessons from mistakes made and chances missed. The hard part is sometimes getting through all of the noise to find hope and clarity.

At the start of this semester my life had gone from a blissful walk in Central Park to a whirling tornado that continued to spiral out of control. My uncle was pulled off of life support and passed away the week before the first week of the semester so I missed that crucial time due to the funeral. (Here’s a cool article honoring his life: As I finally made my way back into town I never got the chance to settle into a groove because for the first time in my life I had my heart honestly broken by a boy who couldn’t stick around. Then as the weeks progressed, I continued to digress; making decisions that ultimately were causing me to self destruct.

It’s a funny thing living on your own, making your own decisions, and trying to find solid ground to catch your breath on. I wasn’t prepared to be thrown for such a loop, but every day I thank God for my roommates and my friends.

Jenne and I at my Uncle Will's benefit concert

Jenne and I at my Uncle Will’s benefit concert

When I missed that first week of classes Jenne went to all of mine that she could to make sure I got a syllabus and the notes that I needed so that I wouldn’t be too far behind. From heartbreak to a quick digression my friends held my hand reminding me that even if it is not okay today that one day it will be, and there is no shame in letting yourself feel what needs to be felt. If it weren’t for their encouragement, support, and accountability I wouldn’t be able to be standing with my back straight and head high. They have kept me together even when I swore that I was unraveling at my seams.

In college you don’t always have your family around, so thank God when he creates an extra one for you.

Now that the storm seems to be subsiding they still offer their strength, and are helping me find that time to dance.

Pics or it Didn’t Happen

As the digital age continues to grow there has been more and more definition given to the term “white girl.” There are twitter accounts dedicated to the idea (cc: @commonwhitegrl), Starbucks has become a staple icon for reasons other than it’s dedication to keeping people caffeinated, and every moment of every day is recorded via twitter or Instagram.

Jenne and I are apples that do not fall far from that tree. Yesterday we decided to go on a hike; it was a beautiful day and our muscles were yearning to be moved. The excitement began as we made our way to Jacob’s Well in Wimberly. We had a backpack full of snacks, sandwiches, and water, our hiking shoes were on, and of course our phones were fully charged. As we parked and made our way to the well that is when our inner White Girl made her appearance. It started with pictures of us standing in front of the well, then progressed (or digressed, pick your poison) into pictures on the rocks, on top of the things that we had climbed, action shots, and posed “best friend pictures.” It was a theatrical hike to say the least.

Later that day we all tweeted about our adventures at some point and made sure that all of our favorite photos made their way onto some kind of social media site, to be seen by all of our friends.

We can rag on ourselves for being so typical because we know that we’re a product of a technological age – and I’m sure that most girls from teenagers to young adults and even to parents can agree that this is something they have done or do regularly. Reflecting on the notion it is a shame that we don’t always live in the moment when there are phones around, but as a common white girl I also won’t apologize for the awesome pictures we got.

So in what may very well be the whitest thing I’ve said so far, “sorry not sorry.”Image

Here’s a well-humored article of things that “white girls” hate:

What to do When Life Hands You Lemons

It is a common occurrence that life hands us lemons that are not refreshing nor similar to the color of sunshine, but resemble more of a dilapidated trailer that’s seen too many tornadoes. In my house life hands us all kinds of lemons – sometimes we are feeling generous and pick up dinner for each other or help with the pressing weight of homework. Other times we get those dilapidated lemons, maybe like a spilled margarita or eggs tumbling like humpty dumpty to the ground.


A couple of weeks ago we decided that it was a good idea to make some strawberry margaritas. It had been a long day and we were ready to relax, but as Sam tried to pour the drink the top of the blender fell off overflowing the cup and letting the frozen treat fall onto our freshly cleaned counters. Now we were in the midst of a dilemma. Do we nix someone’s margarita or do we share what is left and get a lesser amount? Well, life handed us the lemons and we chose to save them. Why waste a perfectly good margarita when the counter is clean? So out comes the plate and the day is saved.

Then there are other times where you are trying your hardest to continue to save something with fear of waste, but it does not turn out the way that you planned it:

As you can see even though we try our best to keep things economical, sometimes the lemons are too rotten to be used.

Why, why, why?

Haley Lauren Jenne

Haley, Myself, and Jenne

For my Fundamentals of Online and Digital Media class we were given the assignment to create, and keep up with, a blog of our choice throughout the semester. As I scavenged my brain for a good idea to choose as my topic nothing seemed to jump out and scream, “Lauren, this is it!” I am an avid advocate of classic fashion, reading, and living a healthy lifestyle, but I knew those were things that I didn’t necessarily want to write about continuously. I kept asking myself, what would you want to read from someone else? I wanted an inner monologue that wasn’t an opinion being shoved down the readers throats; something funny, sometimes serious, and most of all relatable even if it is in a backwards sense. That’s where the idea for this blog was born. Why not write about all of the oddities that happen within my own home and town? Living with roommates in college produces not only the rawest stories, but odd habits, uncoorelated events that somehow still end up running into each other, and advice for what to do when you see that boy that you accidentally gave your number to. So here’s to a semester of blogging about what-did-you-just-say’s, tweets sent out about the obscenities we hear/see on the bus, and all of the times we drink wine out of coffee mugs.

Lauren and Sam roommate

Samantha and Myself

Here’s the link to my twitter to see the things that I see on the bus, from my porch, or just in every day life: