I just signed up for three workshops at school. They are entitled:

-Resumes that Rock

-Internships 101

-Interview to Impress

I’m scaring myself.

Also, I’m going to Arizona for five days in March and I couldn’t be more excited.

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Radio Monday


Radio Monday

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Here’s a clip of the first single off Born and Raised, called “Shadow Days.” I’m excited to share the first bit of sound from the album… Been looking forward to a post like this since October 14, 2010, the first day I started writing this group of songs. Enjoy.

Cannot properly convey how excited I am for this……..

12:25 am, BY bexmerker[7,480 notes]


I haven’t been on Tumblr in a long while.

I should update this thing more.

Unfortunately, I have class tomorrow.

My days of insomnia have (mostly) come to an end.

I’m just a regular old nerd now.

Man, I’m boring.

Thankfully, I’m pretty stoked on that.

Buenos noches, mis amigos.

P.S. how do you non-Mac people do it? My MacBook is digging its own grave right now so I’m using this tiny little Windows laptop thing (it’s adorable but I don’t know if it counts as a computer or WHAT) and I forgot how many popups and how much stupid crap goes on in Windows.

P.P.S. I got nominated to be a peer mentor at school. Like, someone, on their own free will, submitted me to be in charge of a group of 18 year olds. This is hilarious to me and I fully plan on doing it.

P.P.P.S If this fucking tiny computer tells me Windows is going to restart in 14 minutes and 59 seconds again I swear…

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I miss the good old days, when music wasn’t tinted by experiences and was just that: music. Almost every song I listen to has some sort of memory or person attached to it. In some cases, it makes me grin and fondly recall the times, but in a lot of cases it either makes me embarrassed or upset.

My life is a series of songs that are hard to listen to.

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Confessions of an annoyed waitress.

The following is not my fault:

1. When you forgot your ID at home and you look under 30. No, I will not serve you, even if your parent is with you.
2. The price of food. I don’t set it.
3. How long it takes said food to come out. I don’t cook.
4. That happy hour is only at the bar, and no, you can’t order a drink at the bar then sit down.
5. Looking young. I know I look like I’m still in high school, but I am 22 years old. Please don’t treat me like a teenager.

I do love my job but seriously. Can’t wait for my vacation to Philly and Florida. And for these finals to be over and done with.

04:26 pm, BY bexmerker[3 notes]


For an amazing family. For the best friends anyone could have. For college. For a delicious dinner and a roof over my head. For Andre champagne. For opportunity, for happiness, and for all the love in my life.

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There’s always something so tragic about a hopeless romantic.

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