
millennial blog project
I won’t sit idly by and watch my life pass before my eyes
A millennial’s coming-of-age story

My name is Emily and I’m 30 years old. I’ve been writing on this blog in fits and spurts since I was 14, originally as “Blackbyrd” on blackbyrd.wordpress.com. I’ve long been enamored by the written word and have scribbled poems and sonnets in countless notebooks since I was 7.
Today I’m a classically trained journalist who has built a successful career in corporate marketing. On this blog I write about my musings while traveling all over the world and riding my bike.
Welcome to my never-ending coming-of-age story.
Thanks for visiting!
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Two Words: Serious Spit
Have you ever seen the movie Waiting? Starring Ryan Reynolds, Anna Faris, Justin Long and a hint of Dane Cook, you’re welcomed to Shenaniganz, a stereotypical family restaurant. Among the wait staff the basic mantra is: don’t mess* with people who make your food. They’re not kidding. They hauck loogies in, shake dandruff flakes on and do Read more
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My justification
“I’m nuts, huh?” I asked my mom an hour ago. An hour ago, I sat in my pink rotating chair in front of my desk, staring at two different computer screens. Both have been in limbo all day. My fingers itched. Today I finally reaped my reward for working my ass off all summer. I Read more
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Favorite quote
“I’m not even going to get mad anymore. I’m just going to learn to expect the least out of the people I thought the highest of.” ~Unknown Read more
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I have found you a seeker
Brand yourself. Set yourself apart. That’s what I am in training to do. But. The world is populated by billions of people. How the hell do I stand out in a crowd without clearly crying for attention? How the hell do I come up with new ideas when new ideas are scarce? Chances are, my so-called Read more
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Going somewhere? Didn’t think so
Have I ever expressed my extreme dislike for cigarettes? …no? Here we go. Welcome to St. Bonaventure University, a beautiful campus with mountain views and historic buildings. Friars walk around in their habits, smiling lazily as students scurry to class. You might even spot Sister Margaret if you’re lucky. Oh, you’ll smell fresh air, sure. Read more