~1 Week in 1 Post~

GEEZ Sheradyn! Is it really that hard to keep to a simple schedule?! You haven’t posted in over a week!

Well alternate Sheradyn who is pretending to be her own readers, as you may know I’ve been sick this past week. Quite disastrously so. Seriously I couldn’t possibly count how many pieces of tissue I used in this past hellish week.

On the plus side I was able to lounge on the couch and binge watch lots of shows on Netflix!

So to make it up to you my oh so loyal readers I shall write each post I missed starting with last Monday!

MONDAY ♫~Stuck on Repeat~♫

Do I Wanna Know by the Arctic Monkeys (GREAT BAND!)

TUESDAY ~Movie Tuesday~

After my extensive relationship with the couch and Netflix this week I have new arsenal of mediocre movies but one film I watch was absolutely tremendous!

A Long Way Down.

This movie takes you on a journey of depression and suicide without making you feel depressed. It has the perfect blend of quirky, feel-good, sad, and heart-warming. I definitely recommend this movie! It’s on instant streaming on Netflix!

WEDNESDAY ~Hey Sheradyn, How’s Life?~

I was sick.

nuff said.

THURSDAY~Currently Reading~

I am/was currently reading The Help by Kathryn Stockett.

A little late on the bandwagon, eh?

Actually, it’s not really my choice to read it since it’s required reading for my English class (It never really interested me).

FRIDAY~Miscellaneous Friday~

Well, I enjoyed this quote quite thoroughly.

I’m gonna do my movie review in a separate post. Easier for me to organize. As it is, I have no clue how sort this post…

I hope this makes up for my lack of posting the past week. :)

Have a marvelous day!



~Hey Sheradyn, How’s Life?!~ I Danced With a Stranger!~

Life is great, so sweet of you for asking!

I’ve actually had a pretty awesome week!

I’m notoriously known for being an incredibly peppy morning person, especially on Mondays. This last Monday morning I was much more peppy for reasons I’m actually not quite sure of.
So I woke up, did my normal routine, went to classes, studied like crazy during lunch for a midterm, and as it turns out, the class I was supposed to be having a midterm in got canceled! SCORE!

So then I’m making my way home and decide to take the longer route through Historic Folsom. So I’m sitting at a stoplight in the middle of Old Folsom listening to some tunes when all of a sudden the guy who was in the car behind me starts dancing by my passenger door! My windows are already down and I hear him, as he is still dancing, say, “hey, how are ya?!”
Naturally I start dancing with him and respond, “hey! Yeah, I’m fantastic!”
And then he ran and jumped back in his car.

This event seriously made my entire week.

Random stranger dude who danced next to my car, if you’re reading this, I love you and your crazy dance moves. :)

Anyway, I hope your week has been as great as mine!


~Hey Sheradyn, How’s Life?~


What is life but a series of events or the reactions of chemicals? #deep

Besides my occasional existential crisis over the meaning of life, everything is as good as it can be. Especially since I’ve been swamped with an essay in almost all of my classes.

I think I’ve always taken for granted the lack of harshness in grading from high school. For example, bibliographies. In high school you could literally take some random website, even Wikipedia, and put the info into Easybib.com and BAM! a working bibliography that’ll get me an A.

In college, however, you must cite all the sources yourself and if any quote or period is out of place, BAM! Redo. It’s all quite disheartening. To go along with these crazy and impossibly tedious citations, the sources you cite must also be “scholarly”. WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?!

I miss the simple days when students would use Wikipedia and the instructors couldn’t care less.

Anyway, that is my life of endless citations and WAY too many essays.

I hope your life is much less stressful than mine. :)


~Hey Sheradyn, How’s Life?~

How’s life you ask?

Well I haven’t anything to complain about  so that’s a plus!

It’s a very different experience being given the ability to choose what classes you take in college. Granted, in high school you are usually given the choice of classes but that’s like choosing between eating thawed goose liver or canned snails; very limited options. Oddly enough, that comparison made me hungry.

This semester I’m taking my very first Art History class; Art History 309: Medieval to Renaissance time.

Considering I only chose the class because it filled a requirement in General Ed, I had a few reservations:

“Cue the bored train, all aboard are bored!”

But since attending the class for the past 5 weeks my reservations and prejudgments have been proven wrong.

Are there endless notes and useless information that I’ll forget at the end of the semester? Absolutely.

But I still find it endlessly fascinating to look at pieces of artwork, even if only in digital form, and learn the history, emotions, and societal backgrounds to each work.

In a perfect example, take Leonardo Da Vinci’s works.

Da Vinci is most famous for his painting The Mona Lisa. Now, I’m not going to go into some stereotypical, “Yes. The Mona Lisa is so mysterious because we have no idea who she was!” or “Her eyes seem to follow you!” and, “Mona Lisa’s smile is just so utterly perplexing.” I swear I’m not. Instead, I’m going to focus on Da Vinci himself.

I learned just this week that it was rumored that Da Vinci’s daughter helped with the majority of his paintings, including The Mona Lisa. In fact, when his daughter was married, one of his stipulations was that her husband, his daughter, and Da Vinci, all had to live in the same house. That was quite odd in that time period.

As further evidence, Da Vinci stopped painting when his daughter died.

Obviously Da Vinci was worthy of his Master’s status and a genius when it comes to the arts and probably none of these rumors are true, I just found the idea fascinating that his daughter could have helped him.

This has been my life, not terribly exciting I suppose.

Anyway, That’s all I’ve got for the night. Next time I’ll lay off the conspiracy theories :)

I hope everyone had a great day and I’ll post again tomorrow!


~Hey Sheradyn, How’s Life?~

I’m 18 now!

I can legally vote,


buy cigarettes,

be charged as an adult if I murder someone,


get a tattoo,

or maybe even change my name!

As glamorous as it is made out to be, turning 18 is extremely overrated. I feel no different now than I did when I was 17 (obviously). The only difference is how society sees me.

So on my actual birthday, September 16, I accomplished my new basic right of passages. I bought scratchers (didn’t win anything), and I bought cigarettes for my mom (no way I’d ever start smoking).Oh and I also registered to vote!

When I went into the gas station to buy these said cigarettes, I was almost denied service!

The man behind the counter carded me, as he should considering I have been told I look to be about 15 years old… lucky me. So I happily handed over my ID and he had to pull out a calculator to see if I was actually 18.

Naturally I said, “It’s my birthday today…the big 1-8” and to that he replied, “You’re not 18 until tomorrow, I can’t sell you this.”

At this point the smile dropped from my face and I told him he couldn’t be serious. OF COURSE I WAS 18! I was born at 1:32 in the afternoon, it was then 6 or 7 at night, and so technically I am 18 and he can just shut up and sell me the cigs.

I my or may not have become irrationally angry that he would deny me this passage in my life.

Anyway, he did end up selling me the cigarettes and now I’m never going to buy another pack again.

So my general conclusion is that the only thing that comes with being 18 is legal bad habits, possible jury duty, and if you’re lucky, some cake :)

This is my life. . .

I hope everyone is having a great day!

Now officially an adult,


~Hey Sheradyn, How’s Life?~

Day #3 of my new schedule!

I totally kick ass at this whole commitment thing!


I’m in my 3rd week of college which is super exciting!

One of the biggest differences I’ve noticed since starting at a junior college is the atmosphere. People actually want to learn and are, for the most part, interactive in class. There isn’t this anxious vibe that I had become accustomed to in high school. Though with this desire to learn comes the silence. Apparently when attending a JC nobody talks or bothers socializing and getting to know each other.

Just go to class, go home. Go to class, go home. Don’t make eye contact. Go to class, go home.

It’s all quite disheartening.


My teachers–professors? Instructors?– are all nice, thankfully. I have yet to see any unreasonable sides to my instructors which may actually show up later on in the semester.

My Art History professor has an extremely thick Korean accent and she even mentioned that it may take a few weeks to get used to how she speaks. Great.

If you’d like a brief synopsis I’m taking six classes: Communications in Mass Media and Society, English 300, Political Science, Astronomy Lecture and Lab, and the aforementioned Art History.


I’ll admit, the idea of attending a JC instead of going to a State or University was very hard on my ego. Before graduating high school I’d have conversations that went like this:

Some Adult: “So where do you plan on going after high school?”

Me: “Oh I’m going to a local junior college.”

Same Adult: “Oh hey, that’s alright. A lot of people do that.”


But now that I’ve started classes and met some pretty cool people I’m feeling a lot better about my decision. I’m actually kind of looking forward to my two years here!


This is my life at the moment.

If you’d like, leave a comment about where you went to college, what you did after high school, or where you’d like to go after high school! I’d love to see your responses and if you’re happy with your decision!


Anyway! Have a great day :)