Hi. Hello. If you somehow managed to creep far enough and find my blog, thank you. And, also, sorry. Congrats though, the only person more creepy than me is you since you found this. (Hi, mom.) My grammar isn't super stellar, nor do I care enough to make it perfect. So if you are Erin Lorraine Broberg, an english major, or the like, please, please, go easy on me. I know I use commas inappropriately, but I make semi-decent latte art so cut me some slack.  And I like to think I'm cute so the rules don't apply. Mmkay? K. 


Its been suggested to me by more than one person that I start doing this blog thing. Usually I don't listen to advice, but I'm trying to be a less crappy person so I'm starting with this. It might be a little cheesy and over-sharey, but I myself am cheesy and over-sharey by nature, so here goes. 


(Note a the theme that will probably connect all of my posts together: "you're most likely gonna regret this") 


Once, my dad, a lifelong (and damn good)...(s'cuse the french) salesman of many things, asked me, "do you know when the best day to sell a car is?" Of course I thought too hard about the answer and said something like, "Friday.. or... payday!" And he chuckled and said, "no, Margaret, my dear. Today is the best day to sell a car." 
So, as I do with many things, I will take wisdom out of context, convince myself I'm right, and say what better time to start than now! That is why today, April 12, 2018, I write my first blog post,right before finals and thirty minutes before my next class! ;)


This semester(and last), I have been more of a hot mess than I have ever been. For instance, I recently ran out of gas two days in a row. Two weeks ago I left my windows open the night before it snowed 8 inches, and last night left my windows open before it rained.  Last month, I sat on the 32 oz root beer a strange man bought me at the gas station because I was fumbling around for quarters in my wallet for too long. Also very recently I accidentally layed on my horn at a kid crossing the street in front of me on his bike. Oh yeah, and I might've creeped on a cute boy and accidentally followed a couple of people in his family on insta. AND I've consistently spilled coffee on myself everyday.*shrug emoji* I know. I'm a mess. 


Basically, I feel like Jess from the first episode of New Girl when she first moves in and watches Dirty Dancing and freaks out all her new roommates. So you could say I might not be the most emotionally stable to do something like this, but its pretty funny so I'll let you in. A little. 

Thanks if you read this far. See you soon. Or not. You just do you. 

Love, Mags.