It gets better I promise....well thats what I've heard.

                "Losing you was like losing a tooth, I feel the hole where it once was
                                                       but I got used to it"


Those were the saddest words I've ever read in my life, and I just couldn't understand how it was so easy for my ex-best friend to dismiss our friendship so well. Ehh well I mean shit went down and I take full responsibility but I had always hoped things would come around, like it just had to happen. But unfortunately it didn't, and looking back at the situation now I can say things worked out the way they needed too. It wasn't entirely healthy for us to hold on to our friendship. Now I find that same quote running through my mind a lot these days, because my boyfriend and I are currently on a break. In the beginning I was a complete and utter mess. I couldn't listen to any type of song, sad or happy. I didn't want to tell any one because I didn't want it to be real. I was miserable for a week, until I finally told a friend about it, and it was such a relief. She advised to keep myself busy, to get my mind off of it. Recipe for success, I've come to love my space, being alone to do whatever I want. Leaving the light on at night to read without worrying about keeping my boyfriend up all night. Don't get me wrong, we did not break up on bad terms, and he was an amazing boyfriend, but it was his choice for the break up. It's hard being the dumpy as opposed to the dumper, I didn't know how to deal. But like every other problem we have, it eventually passes. And like losing a tooth you get used to it's absence, and then fill the hole with something better. What do you guys do after an awful break up, I'm still not entirely fixed,ha.


Love ya'll,
Monique Tiara

Whats in a Name

So I threw three at you poor souls. Confuzzled? Sorry. I'm currently finding myself at the moment. You'd think after all these years in school I would have a pretty clear view of who I am, but it's foggy. First off my birth name is Monique, pretty french name. But I've met so many with the same name, and most people will say oh I thought you was going to be ghetto, Monique is a black name...I wont even get into that.

Also there was a girl who I grew up with that "looked similar" and started calling herself by Monique because it was her middle name. Don't get my wrong she is beautiful inside and out, and we are good friends, but I want my own identity. In high school I was going to start going by Tiara, because that's my middle name which I've always loved more, but I chickened out. Now that I'm out of college I want to recreate a new identity or at least find my true self.

And we're left with "Mumbling Mermaid", why? Because I am, and always will be, in love with mermaids. I've always fantasized about being Ariel, shes my favorite, and there are a lot of similarities between our memoirs. Mumbling is one of my fatal flaws. I'm constantly repeating myself because I speak really fast, but very quietly. I'm such a shy person. Through this blog you'll be able to decode my rants, and people (well whom ever stumbled upon my blog) will finally GET ME!

Love you all,
Miss Tiara

Oh Heeyyyyyy

I'm Monique, a recent college graduate. Last semester I made a blog for class, but was forced to write boring intellectual posts. Well not necessarily forced, but I can't write about boy problems, menstrual cramps, or how to correctly save your V without getting razor bumps. Those posts would have been readily available for my teacher to see. YIKES!! And it's not that these were dire subjects I wanted to discuss, but what if? Yah know? Now I have all this free time on my hands and complete freedom to write about whatever whenever.

Welcome!
Monique Tiara