What’s In My Bag (for back to school)

I’m honestly pretty excited to start school this semester. I got some new supplies, which I’m super eager to use. The past school year was a hot mess. It was just constant running around and forgetting things. It seemed that no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t get organized. And if it wasn’t for me taking duel credit courses this year, I would be behind. So over the summer I decided to buckle down for real this semester and start taking care of my business. 

Having your supplies organized and having a specific system in place can help a lot. In high school, I memorized everything. I have a great visual memory, so reading or rewriting the same phrases over and over again helped me pass all the tests. However, in college, the whole structure is different. A lot of the work is on your own, the note taking is continuous, and since you don’t get to see your instructor every single day of the week, you have to investigate some of the questions on your own. 

I did not realize any of that last year, but I have now and it’s time to redeem myself. So anyways, let’s get into what I’m keeping with me everyday to keep me well structured. 

(I didn’t include my school bag because I’m pretty sure I will be getting a new one.)

The first thing I want to show y’all is this makeup bad that I’m using as a pencil bag. This little egg guy is so inspirational. Whenever I’m feeling overwhelmed in class, I just look at it, and I’m like “yeah, me too buddy”.

And it’s literally the exact size I needed for my pens and prncils. Makeup bag for the win. 

This little rectangular box is kind of like my organization station. I got this pretty thing from Staples, and it comes with post-it notes, an eraser, binder clips, paper clicks and magnets. I really love this, the only problem is that it isn’t secure. The little pieces keep falling out. I’m going to need to do something about that. 

I like having the post-its being the same design. And I used them to label my $0.25 notebooks by class. I got 4 of these spiral notebooks, and a little journal one that I’m turning into a bullet journal for school. Here’s a peep inside:

I’m new to bullet journaling, but with everything going on now, with school and my first job, my somewhat second job, this blog, and just everything else that comes with life, saying I’m busy is an understatement. But I think this would be a cool way to keep me really organized. I want to do an entirely separate post about my bullet journal, so I won’t go too much into detail here.

Not pictured is the tiny stapler I bought myself, my hygiene kit that I bring with me that has an extra toothbrush and hand sanitizer in it, because honestly I just never know where I’m gonna end up these days. I’m thinking of getting more tiny bags to keep things in, because I hate when there’s a bottomless mess in my school bag. I’m hoping to develop a system that works well for me, and to keep this blog up and running on its feet. 

I’m sorry for the late post. I thought I was going to have enough time yesterday to post, but I was mistaken. I know better now, and will keep adjusting to make sure I bring y’all the best content I can muster up! 

Thanks for everyone’s support. Thank you for reading, liking, commenting, sharing, all of it really means so much to me. I’ll let you know how this new system goes, and share whatever tips I gain. 


Emma Katy 

Personal Poetry (No. 2)

Not so long ago I posted a Personal Poetry  (No. 1) and it was pretty successful. I had people reaching out to me to tell me how touching the poems meant to them, and that honestly made a huge difference in me. Writing and stuff, everything I show y’all here, are very deep passions within me that I’ve carried around all my life. To see people I know and people I don’t have such a positive reactin to it is a reward I didn’t anticipate being such a huge deal for me. So because people enjoyed my poetry, I’ve been writing a few more that I wanted to share with y’all. Don’t forget to subscribe to my blog with your email to get updates when I post! I hope you like these:
Be There or Be Square 

Little miss guided
Walking straight lines
Little did she know
It was really a square
She gets excited
While she passes the same sign
Just like a minute ago
As if it wasn’t there
She doesn’t fight it
She feels just fine
On this path she follows
She doesn’t really care
Little miss quiet
Running out of time
She breaks the flow
To sit in a chair
Little life lived
If only she could find it
It all feels hollow
It really isn’t fair
Little miss guided
Didn’t live life
Waiting for tomorrow
For moments to share

(Okay, so I kind of think this one needs a little explanation. Basically it’s in A,B,C,D rhyme scheme, which was pretty hard to do. But it really is just about being focused on one goal so much that you miss the life going on around you. I am a workaholic and I always feel like I never have enough time to accomplish anything, so I’m always busy. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, but I relate to this poem very much because of it.)

Ode to Blue

His eyes may be blue
But they stain my cheeks red
and his hands may be strong
But they hold me so gentle
There is a calendar in my head
Of dates, pictures, and events
Has it really been so long
Or have I gone completely mental
His cologne smells like home
I hoard his shirts in my house
His love fills up my phone
As much as storage allows
His mouth may be quiet
But his body really speaks
He may be surrounded by valleys
But that’s because he’s at his peak
There is a heart in my chest
That was once very sore
There is a man that’s confessed
His love for me and more
I have fallen down a long well
Of wishes that have come true
I’ve fallen madly in love
With those eyes that are blue

(This one is dedicated to the best boyfriend in the world -in case you couldn’t already tell. He is such a support system for me and we are a great team. It will soon be two years for us and every now and then we return back to those butterfly days. I had that feeling when I wrote this poem at like 3 in the morning while he was sleeping and wouldn’t text me back!) 

For my Parents

11 years old and we played in the snow
Picked us up from school early
And your hands held the world steady
13 years old and my life was your newspaper
You gave me advice about everything
You hid the hard things and smiled at us
15 years old, and I’m constantly on your nerves
High school problems, I know everything
You’re fighting battles I don’t see
17 years, and my attitude’s worse
Honestly, I just want to make you proud
And you don’t know I care what you think
19 now and I got secrets
And you know that but you trust me
I don’t know how to express how much I appreciate you
We’re getting old now but I feel like I’m 8
Sitting the back seat watching y’all laugh
Eye contact through the rear view
These fights are becoming few
Although they’ve etched their way into our hearts
It helps the love flow
And I know you don’t want to let us go
But truth is, you will always be with me
Because I’ve formed myself from the shape of you
And that is the best thing I could ever do

(Alright I know that last one is a little rough in the beginning because it doesn’t rhyme and the rhythm is ehhhhhhh, not really present but the message is there. Funny story about that last one though, I actually wrote it in the car on the back from NOLA and I started crying. I was like hiding my face in my pillow, trying not to let my parents know because I was just back there writing a little gushy poem for them lol.)

Okay, so that’s all I got right now. I do have some more tucked away that can be a little vulgar based on the language and on the tone of them, but I’m just waiting to share those with y’all until we develop a better relationship lol. I do hope you like these, and they wedge their way into your hearts somehow. Thanks, as always, for reading and don’t forget to subscribe. It really helps to subscribe so that way I can see your support and you can get updates every time I post. 

Personal Poetry 

Happy Friday everyone!!! Finally, the weekend. I hope everyone has had a good week. 

Today is Friday, so that means it’s time for another lifestyle post. And for this one, I wanted to get really personal with you guys and share some poetry I’ve been working on. 

Now writing just sort of came easy to me, from a very young age. And old friends can tell you that it was just a part of me. I used to have a stack of different notebooks constantly in the corner of my desk just waiting for my free time. I wrote a fantasy novel at the age of twelve, and competed in competitions, but as the years went on, I lost my touch. I developed other hobbies, tried other things. 

But here we are. Emma’s back on track and ready to share. Here we go. 


A broken clock
Mirrors my inside
Piece by piece shattered
Over the past
Broken hands
That tremble by the second
A transparent surface
You can see inside me
I just exist
Because you created me
But destroy me you do
Every time I call for attention
A broken clock
Ticking all night
Tick tock
Make it stop

A broken clock
Lays by my bed side
And every now and then
I hear it’s ticking
And know it’s my soft heart
That it’s mimicking
Reminding me
I can still go on


Painted and prime
Curvy and Devine
Smooth as a rock
Ageless as a clock
How many men does it take
To appraise a piece of art
That doesn’t want to be sold
Subject matter
Broken and tattered
As still as a house
As quiet as a mouse
How many artists does it take
To paint enough female bodies
To realize what they’re worth
Made of ceramic
Completely dynamic
Shiny as a pearl
Beautiful little girl
How many poems does it take
For you to realize
That you’re marble arms can move


I am okay.
I’m sitting here trying to think of something I’m upset about
In order to find something to write about
Because that’s all I used to do when I was 13
But I’m okay
I’m 18 now and things are going good
I mean, yeah politics suck and people are dying
Have you ever thought of that?
At this very moment I’m typing a sentence while someone else is finishing a test
And someone else is being yelled at for failing a test
And a teacher out there is thinking of grading the tests when really all he wants to do is call his ex wife
So he counts a few extra points wrong because it makes him feel better about himself
And here I am
Trying to remember why I used big words to describe how I was feeling back then because it made me feel more important
But really I just didn’t want anyone to understand what I mean,

 because I wasn’t ready to share my feelings 

5 months ago I was in a very different place
5 months ago I was forgetting to eat and losing sleep
And 5 months ago that teacher was sleeping with his new ex wife
and 5 months ago you didn’t like poetry but look at you reading it now
And for the first time in my life I’m struggling to find something to struggle with
I’m sure if I sat here long enough, I could find something wrong
Like the fact that a lot of animals I think are really cute are going extinct
And right now while I’m smiling, someone else’s house is burning down
Maybe 2 years from now, my house will burn down
I hope somebody will be smiling then 
I am okay
And there will be days where I won’t be okay
Or weeks
Or months
But while I’m not okay
Someone will be delivering a baby
And someone else will be moving into their new house
And somebody else will be reunited with their birth mother
And they will finally be okay
So I’m alright with taking turns

Alrighty everyone, that’s all I got. They all mean a lot to me. I figure when I look back a few years from now I’ll think they’re garbage, but they sound pretty good to me now. Please let me know what you think. And go check out some of my friends’ poetry. 

My friend Chelsey has some poetry on her blog : Evolutionarysimplicity.wordpress.com 

And Katherine  (my photographer) also writes: okokaty.wordpress.com

Everybody have a great weekend and stay on the lookout for my Haul post coming up on Monday. Here’s a sneak peek.