100 Subscribers and the Persistent Stache

  
Hello friends! If you’ve been following me on any of my social media accounts, you may have noticed something different about me. A hairier thing about me. A lip eyebrow if you will. And that thing needs to GO! 

I promised a friend a week or two ago that I wouldn’t shave my mustache until my YouTube channel reached 100 subscribers. 

We were at 50ish when the deal was struck. As of right now, we’re at 95!!!! Just 5 away. I’m sure my friends on Facebook are thinking, “Jesus shut this kid up.” 

So now that we’re only 5 away, these last 5 subscribers have been the hardest to get. Let me shave my mustache, please! I implore you to check out my channel. If you like it, subscribe and share with friends! If you hate it, share it with your family. Here’s a link for ya: CLICK HERE FOR YOUTUBE CHANNEL

Thank you, and spread joy and love to fellow humans! 

Cory Scott  

 

A title that makes you want to read more. (A tale of food poisoning)

Okay, I had no idea what to title this thing. I was going to film two videos today. Then danger struck. And now I will be in bed (or on a couch) cat nestled right next to me, not filming, with a bottle of pepto bismol at the ready.

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my current salvation

But since I just cancelled my Happy Hour video this week, and another surprise video for whenever the hell I got it finished; I thought I’d at least blog. Don’t want you to miss me too much! *hair toss*

So as I’m sitting here I’m thinking (don’t fart! don’t fart!) about a few things. And then I lost them. Completely blanked.

This might be an interesting thing to share, and only mildly appropriate. One time I had food poisoning. (I promise, today isn’t that nor is it anywhere NEAR that bad.) It. Was. Terrible. I would not wish it upon my enemies.

I was in Chicago on a day trip (yay trains!) and doing a job shadow at a PR firm with a friend. We went out to lunch and had some really great food, although I must admit-I did question the appearance of those chicken sliders. Shoulda trusted my judgment. But I didn’t want to be rude. (PS-if I ever question the appearance of my food again, next time I will be rude.) the only reason I have it pinpointed on that lunch, is that both of us got food poisoning at the same time. We didn’t have any other meals together. And the odds are pretty low for food poisoning usually, unless you’re cooking in your uncle’s shed. But that’s another story.

I get home from a long day and a long commute. I had a meeting that evening for an organization I ran, and I had to be on time. I got to my apartment. Dropped off one backpack and picked up another. (See dad, I learned some stuff! Pre-packed and all!)

The meeting goes well. Boring enough. And then I’m suddenly hit with a gurgle. I take a bus back to my place and am suddenly wiped out.

The first symptom that hit me was exhaustion. Other than that gurgle. I was supposed to hang out with my then boyfriend at the time. I texted him that I was exhausted and might be sleepy. But come on over. It was sometime before he got there that I ran to the bathroom, white as a ghost (details from my roommate. -thanks Anna!) and let it fly.

I swear to God, I have never in all my life felt so relieved, defeated, exhausted, and ready to give up all at once as I did in that moment. I’m pretty sure I was pushing one hand against the wall and the other on the counter, probably was afraid I’d take off in flight or something. The jet streams were that powerful. Then something changed.

Suddenly I’m hit with the urge to spew chunks. Whether or not it was the fumes from below, or symptoms of the food poisoning, I’ll never know. I think I’d prefer not to. So I’m sitting there thinking to myself, “sweet Jesus. If I make it through this, I’m going to go back to church.” …sorry, I didn’t keep my word on that one. But in my defense, Sunday’s are supposed to be rest days. The bible even says so!…so I’m gonna rest my saved behind in that memory foam bed until it’s ready to wake up. See? resting…just doing the Lord’s work.

So here I am on the toilet, firing from both ends (thank God for trash cans), and someone knocks on the door. It was my boyfriend. I’m pretty sure he deserves a medal or something for putting up with the fumes that were creaking through that door, and I’m also pretty sure that’s why I didn’t get my full security deposit back. Anyways, he calls my mom, and she tells him to get pepto bismol, sprite, and something else I don’t remember. I was clinging on for dear life at the time. Details weren’t important. Just. make. this. stop.

Thankfully, boyfriend and my roommate took good care of me. Because I hardly wanted to clean myself, let alone the bathroom at that time. (Remember the exhaustion?…yeah, I was tempted to just lay down in defeat and snooze it off.) So, thanks you two!

On that note, I’m off to watch some Netflix, and nap away this stomach thing. …you know what…I did have a fiber one bar last night after dinner…

Cory Scott

Bill Cunningham New York

This past weekend I went into a fashion film craze. I scoured Netflix for more fashion and more films, and in my search wound up stumbling upon Bill Cunningham New York (link to IMDb). Having very little knowledge of who this man is, and what he does, I immediately fell in love with his story, his passion, and his drive. Bill works for the New York Times and publishes articles of his photos of fashion on the streets of New York. He’s ballsy too, running backwards into on coming traffic just to get the right shot; let alone walking the streets of a city with a camera pointed at seemingly unexpected strangers. He does what he wants with his vision and just goes for it. Guts. I would highly recommend this film; and have done so to a friend I though would enjoy this due to his love of photography (you can follow him here!). 

 

Lately I’ve been so inspired, I hope you can feel some of that and spread it! 😀

Love,

Rey

 

Paris is Burning

I just finished this film today after my classes, and I have to say I loved it. I highly recommend it. It’s fierce. It’s fabulous, and it’s real. The film also had a great way of making you connect with these people, and learning their hopes and dreams. So naturally, I started to look them up to see if they’d achieved their dreams or what they’re doing now. What’s so strange is the sadness I felt when I discovered that many of them have passed away. I didn’t know them personally, but I wanted to see them to succeed in their goals. That is something to be said of the filmmakers and the people represented. They captured their essence and what the queens wanted to project so well that I felt as if I knew them. I won’t spoil it for you, just in case you decide to watch it; but the entire film was inspirational and informative. Check it out! It’s even on Netflix! 😀

YAAAAS

There is such an air of celebration of self, and others that I really want to explore further. Stay tuned.

Love,

Rey