Becoming a Morning Person.

Is anybody really a morning person? A month or two ago I thought not, but today I assure you it’s a possible feat. The best mornings are prepared for the night before. To start, you need to get to bed early; this is the hardest part, but in the morning it makes a monumental difference–the difference of actually getting out of bed when your alarm goes off the first time. On school nights, I aim to get in bed at 9 p.m. and wake up at 5:30 a.m. for 8 & 1/2 hours of sleep. I suggest this amount of sleep, or more if you can afford the luxury.

Before you fall asleep, lie in bed for a few minutes and think about everything you need to do the next morning.  Premeditating on the idea will help you remember all your responsibilities and go through your routine with ease. Also, set one alarm and do not give yourself “five more minutes” of sleep.  The time from when you wake up to when you get out of bed is like taking off a band-aid, and the slower you do it, the more it hurts. Plus, mornings are somewhat of a time crunch, therefore every minute is valuable.

When you set your alarm, keep in mind that rushing taints your morning vibe. Think about your favorite mornings, mine are Christmas morning and Sunday mornings when I would wake up and watch cartoons when I was little. Both of these mornings I was relaxed and felt absolutely no time pressure.  Though on a daily basis time awareness is critical, minimizing that pressure in the morning will wildly improve your day. Give yourself 20 extra minutes to get ready, even if you don’t think you will use them.

Once you are out of bed, I highly recommend working out.Working out and showering will improve your morning by at least 50%. When I started exercising in the mornings, it totally flipped my perspective on the whole day. It gave me a sense of accomplishment before I even left for school, and the endorphins gave me this positive rush and sense of confidence. I exercised from 5:30 to 6:30, and after a few weeks I actually noticed a difference in my body. I had no intention of loosing weight or gaining muscle, I just wanted to feel good, but luckily the hard work comes with some extra benefits.

Right after I finish working out, I hop in a cold shower and wash my body and my hair. I never took a morning shower until this year, and there is nothing more refreshing after a sweaty workout. Showering takes me 10 minutes and getting dressed takes me 5. At 6:45, I sit down at my vanity and put on a small amount of makeup and marvel at my skin’s post workout glow.

Putting on makeup takes me 15 minutes, and I go downstairs at 7 to eat breakfast. If you prefer, you may eat pre-workout, but that makes me feel sick and I tend to get hungry after exercise, so I recommend eating afterwards. Eating a healthy breakfast fills you up and fuels your brain. It may take a couple extra minutes to make, but a nutritious meal will benefit you for hours. My healthy breakfast go-to is two eggs (hardboiled or over easy) with a piece of toast. When I’m on a time restraint, I eat a banana with peanut butter. Whatever you eat, make sure it contains protein to keep you full.

When I’m finished eating, I brush my teeth and leave at 7:15 to pick up my best friend and drive her to school. I pump the jams in the car and sing at the top of my lungs because I feel great. I am ready to take on the day. What a difference waking up one hour earlier can make! It may not be easy, but the best things never are.

xx, Morgan

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A Sound to Remember

I was going to start this article saying that everyone here on Earth is so different, and mention the contradiction of how we all seem to share the similarity of enjoying music.  I was going to pose this statement to you in a rhetorical question and then explain to you why we all enjoy music, but I realized I don’t really know why. I think it is because it reflects the adversities and joys we experience in our lives, and then connects them with our emotions. This is my theory, not a fact. Wow, I am really just giving you my stream of conscious today aren’t I? If you wanted to see inside my mind, here it is!

So, I wrote this lengthy introduction to tell you about a band named M83. I don’t actually listen to their music, except for one song, but the song is exceptional. You’ve probably heard it before, it’s in a lot of movies, and it does have one of those sounds that is perfect as you watch the main character who just resolved his or her major conflict fade into the sunset in a “in the moment nostalgia” type way. Do you ever have that? Nostalgia for the moment you are living in? Like you know you’re going to look back on a moment and smile and get those happy feelings you get just from remembering it all before you’ve even finished experiencing it.

This song, “Midnight City”, gives me that feeling every time I listen to it. It makes me look at the world around me with newfound wonder and gratitude. When I listen to it, I feel like “Wow! This is my life, I’m experiencing this now!” and it’s profound, deep, meaningful, not how it sounds when your reading this article. A feeling always sounds stupid until you feel it. In one word, “Midnight City” is the sound of resolution.

As I’ve been writing you, I’ve been listening to M83 in the background. “Oblivion” and “Wait” are also both really good. I mean they are good in the truest sense of the word. They aren’t fabulous, but they are better than mediocre. Good. Maybe even somewhere indefinite between good and great. It’s a scale, you know.

One night, I was driving on the highway alone in my car, listening to Spotify with the windows down and my left palm out the window, waving against the pressure of the wind. I was in a quiet kind of sad mood, and “Midnight City” came on, and I had a revelation: sad Morgan enjoyed it in her sad vibes almost as much as happy Morgan did. It appealed to both moods, and furthermore it applies to any mood.  It’s sharp beat satisfies anger, its electronic sounds satisfy the raw energy of excitement, it’s fading, ephemeral voice lends to nostalgia. It lives, almost as multi-dimensionally as a human, but even more so, like a big city; It can be more than one thing at once. Taxis with their shining red tail lights are honking, a heavy, old gray-haired man in a leather jacket takes a long drag on his cigarette, a young couple strolls while holding hands, a laugh echos in the distance. It’s so dynamic in every way, and it all fits together in a symphony. It shouldn’t all fit togeather so perfectly, yet it does. And that is what distinguishes a good song from a great song.

To be honest, I didn’t think this was going to get so deep or personal, but I’m glad it did. I believe, with my whole being, that music is essential for the human race. A man named Robert once told me “Music is a higher state of consciousness” because you can “be sad but see the beauty in it, and we don’t do that in real life.” Yes, Robert does sound like an old wizard, and yes he is a real man I know who said this to me. What he said impacted me, because I had recognized the feeling of experiencing more than one emotion simultaneously while listening to music, but never had been able to move the thought of it from my subconscience to my conscience, much less analyze it. Music tells you who you are and aren’t. It puts you in touch with yourself by relating your life to your emotions. Sometimes it lets your emotions take control, but it’s safe. You’re not damaging anyone by screaming the lyrics of a song, but you’re getting to display how you feel. It externalizes your internal self. It is of monumental importance.

To be in touch with that side of yourself, rarely presents itself in an everyday opportunity. That’s the beauty of art, you explore your mind in relation to your emotions, you discover things you never knew were there. I discovered things I didn’t know until I wrote this article. That is art.



Covet Fashion

I’m not a huge fan of games. I’m talking game apps. While they’re generally fun, I usually find them time wasters and I prefer to spend my time working towards a goal or being productive with my time. But, (there’s always a but) I found an exception to the rule (there is always an exception). Time after time, I keep going back to the app store to get my fix. Since it’s release in 2013, I’ve downloaded the app about 7 times, never creating a personal account, starting from scratch each time. This time I’ve decided I’m there to stay and made a username and such because the game is just so fun! Here’s a breakdown: you begin with a set amount of money and diamonds with which you purchase clothing. Then, you enter themed contests which require some item such as a piece of jewelry by a certain designer or from a certain year and season. If you obtain a certain number of stars (usually 4 or higher), you win a prize of diamonds or a piece of clothing. After increasing your closet value to x amount of dollars, you then “level up” and win money/diamonds and unlock new hair and makeup styles. You can also join a house, and I have yet to do this, but I think the idea is you can borrow clothing from other users in that house, which would allow you to level up faster (by having more options to use to enter contests) and expand your wardrobe (if others allow you to borrow from their closets). I’m on level two right now, but since I downloaded it last night and have played it for about four hours, I expect to climb up these levels pretty fast hahaha. Moderation is key 😉 These are some of the outfits I’ve created so far:

Try it out sometime, you won’t regret it!

xoxo, Morgan

Money Money Money

What’s the Space Bag’s worst enemy and your wallet’s best friend? Money, Mula, cold, hard, cash. Everybody wants it but it seems to be perpetually in short supply. You know what is not in short supply? Stuff. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about; I know about that stuff that collects dust under your bed, in the back of your closet, and even those useless knickknacks that take up space on your shelves or desk. But don’t feel guilty, we all collect things that we just don’t need, and that’s the beauty of it– somebody else would be more than happy to take your useless items off your hands.

So this past weekend, I wanted to make some extra money, and I decided to clean out my closet. I won’t lie, it was a painful experience. First of all, it was a grueling process (I own a lot of clothes), second, I realized I don’t like or wear 65% of my clothes, third of all, it led to me cleaning out my jewelry and cleaning my room, but this spring cleaning paid off– literally.

When I was finished, I had two large laundry baskets of junk that I should have disposed of long ago. I looked up places to sell, and Plato’s Closet came up, so I went there. I’ll never go again. It was a laughable experience how bad it was, but don’t stop reading here, I’ll convince you why you should sell your stuff to consignment a little bit later.

So I get to Plato’s Closet, and carry in my bag and the very nice girl at the register tells me it will take 20 minutes and I can either leave and come back, or look around while I wait. Since there was nobody ahead of me and it would “only take 20 minutes,” I looked around, which rendered fruitless. I then sat down and checked Instagram, Snapchat, Twitter, my texts, my emails, googled summer jobs, summer internships, summer music festivals, and got the app SeatGeak. It had been an hour and 45 minutes when I looked up to see an employee making fun of my stuff to other employees! So I was pretty angry, but managed to contain myself and wait for them to finish up. At about two hours, they told me they were ready for me. They didn’t take much but I ended up making $43, so I was content with that.

The next day I was both older and wiser, and I knew how this worked. I went to a local consignment store and carried my two hefty baskets of stuff in two trips to the car. There were 3 people ahead of me in line to sell clothes, yet the wait only took about 10 to 15 minutes and this time I brought In Cold Blood to read. I gave them my stuff and then looked around and tried on a couple of pairs of shorts, but didn’t purchase anything. They had sorted through all my stuff in 30 minutes and took a whole basket full. I made $117 and I was ecstatic!

So even though selling to consignment shops may not be as amazing as I thought when I began this article, I still urge you to participate in it, because you can make money, clean out your house, shop, and get a good workout carrying all your baskets to a store from distant parking lots! Also, a pro tip: don’t put your stuff in garbage bags, many stores want it to be easy to sift through, so use baskets. I made $160 total! It’s a good way to make money if you’re in a bind, but if not, it is somewhat time-consuming and a hassle. So maybe consignment isn’t the great opportunity I was trying to convince you it was, but at least I’m honest!

xoxo, Morgan

A Blogger

A while ago I was surfing Instagram’s suggested page and I came across a picture of a fashionable girl named Justine Cuenco. After stalking her Instagram I decided to follow her @cococuenco. I loved her aesthetic and being a junior in high school and all, wanted to figure out what she did for a living. To be completely honest here, I am still unsure. I found out she works at Gypsum, which basically is a blog, and Revolve, a company that sells multiple brands of clothing to consumers.  Gypsum Style says she’s an “influencer specializing in social media content creation, creative production, and entrepreneurial endeavors. Her creative imagination and focused branding talents led her into catalyzing her own brands; Gypsum Style, an online retailer, and Blvnk Pvge, a production company, which has pushed her into her current role as a Lifestyle Blogger.” So I really like Gypsum and wanted to let you guys know about it. Here are a couple of her posts:

This post kind of sums up what her blog is about:


she’s so freaking cool and her style and vacations are enviable


Want this bikini!


This article really motivated me to workout! Also her exercise apparel is v cute.

This is her Instagram:

Blvnk Pvge Instagram:

xoxo, Morgan