How I Accidentally Got A Victoria’s Secret Pink Angel Card

I’m about to talk about something that I usually would never dare speak of.

Credit cards.

Here is the story of how I “accidentally” applied for – and got – a Victoria’s Secret Pink Angel Card:

The night that I applied for the glittering pink debt collector, I was sitting on the floor of my living room with my roommates talking about how I had just about maxed out my one and only credit card.

Nothing could have prepared me for the financial strain of living on my own with only a part time job to satiate my already expensive lifestyle. I was eating out quite often, buying unnecessary dollar items at Target (cursed be the Dollar Spot) and going out more that I probably should have been.

However, when my roommate Karla had mentioned that she hadn’t been able to successfully apply for the VS Angel Card, curiosity got the best of me. I logged onto the site, filled out some information about my address, income, social security number, yada yada yada.

Then, BAM.

“YOU’RE APPROVED!” In big pink letters, my fate was sealed. Like an unsuspecting boyfriend, I was now the parent of a newly born VS credit card. Somebody call Maury.

I didn’t think that it would happen that fast. One minute I’m seeing if I’m even I’m even eligible and the next it’s being shipped to my mailbox.

When I finally got my card about a week-and-a-half or so later, I opened the (again, pink) envelope to find my sparkly (PINK) credit card, with little Pink Dogs patterning the surface and the words “PINK ANGEL” across the front. On the back, my name was  embossed in black letters, finalizing the reality of the situation.

With the card, I was also given a $15 coupon off of my first purchase with my card and a “little book of goodies” that gives me coupons for various free things (with a purchase using the card, of course).

This month, I get a free Pink panty. However, I can’t combine that with the $15 off coupon, so that’s a shame.

Currently, I have $0.00 on my card and $0.00 of accumulated interest. I’m hoping to keep it that way until I have my greater financial situation figured out. But I’m in need of new bras, so we’ll see how long that lasts.

If you are interested in getting this card, or if you have been asked by one of the many VS and Pink workers about applying for one and “saving ‘x amount’ on your purchase today,” I would definitely look into the fine details.

It may look glamorous to get discounts and coupons every month in the mail. It probably also sounds good to save money on your purchase that day. However, credit lasts forever. Starting bad credit early can impact buying a car, a house, even trying to get student loans or a phone plan.

Take it from me, because I’m a professional after a year of adulting, right?

Yours truly,


Guess Who’s Back, Back Again…

Hey there.

So, I’m going to admit that these last few months have not been the strongest as far as content goes. Heck, they haven’t had ANY content except for my sorry excuse for a Travel Diary (which if you haven’t read it, you should). I think it’s time to change that.

It is finally summer – the time for accidentally falling asleep on the beach, wasting half the days watching Netflix and excessive amounts of sunscreen. Or, lack thereof if you’re like me and forget to put it on.

However, summer for me means that 86% of my daily routine will consist of making my blog as pretty and interesting as possible. The other 14% is reserved strictly for eating and sleeping. And, you know, maybe working.

I’m also thinking about rebranding a lot of my current social media and such. As we speak (or as you read) I just changed my Instagram. Go follow me @ journalistonajourney! Honestly, this is a really short post, just something to get the word out and make you, my readers, a promise that there are good things ahead! Some things that you can be on the look out for are reviews, rants and raves, exclusive interviews and a whole lot of the things you want to read.

So, there you have it. The much-needed “I’m back” post that I’m sure was very overdue. I’m back, and the best is yet to come.

Yours truly,


Spring Break 2017 – Travel Diary

IMG_0288Today marks day four five (by the time I finally post this) of my Spring Break adventures in Knoxville, Tennessee.

Yes, yet again I am spending another break in The Fort and this time around I helped Jacob clean out his years worth of engineering papers. It was a blast, let me tell you.

While the boyfriend was in class from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m, my butt sat at home redoing the layout of the blog and binging on a fruit bowl I bought at Publix. Lately, my medicine has been making me less and less hungry throughout the day. However, I now savor any appetite I do have and indulge in a full plate when I have the chance.

After Jacob’s class, we sat around for a while before going out for dinner. During those two-to-three hours, I threw a full blown temper tantrum because someone wouldn’t go to the P.O.D. Market and get me a bag white cheddar Smartpop popcorn.

Mature, I know.

We had my favorite SoCal Mexican for dinner — Oscar’s Taco Shop. I switched it up from my usual fish tacos and tried their steak fajitas. Aside from their guac that I’m not super crazy about, everything else was absolutely delicious. It’s fresh made, to order and reasonably priced for a quick dine-in meal.

We popped over to Insomnia Cookies for a sweet treat that I had been craving since the last time I was in Knoxville last spring. I’ll admit, I went a little sugar crazy and got the “Sugar Rush” box of 12 assorted cookies. I picked three of each — peanut butter, chocolate chunk, M&M and sugar. Once home, I instantly dove straight into the box for pictures of the beauties. Can you blame me?

My personal favorite was the peanut butter, but I’m also the type of person who gets sick from eating warm chocolate chip cookies right out of the oven. Jacob capped his sugar quota after one cookie. Like I said, the “Sugar Rush” was probably overshooting it by like six cookies (as Jacob had suggested in the first place).

Tomorrow, I’m planning to have said boyfriend bring me to Downtown, where I can go get some cold-pressed juices from a local juicery. Pictures and the like on those later.

For now, it’s time for sleep. Well, for me at least. Jacob is still doing finite element analysis homework.

Yours truly,


The “New Year, New Me” Curse

I don’t believe in the perpetual cycle of “New Year, New Me” that January 1st always brings around. I used to make false promises to myself that a new calendar would bring about a better me, a healthier life and a fresh start.

That, however, I have debunked after nearly five years of wishing for things to just “magically” happen.

We barely have time to take care of ourselves in the fast-paced society that we have become accustomed to. It was on a trip to Cades Cove in Tennessee that I realized how far and few those important moments of internal bliss have become in my life. I was looking out at acres on acres of rolling hills and mountains, with no cell phone signal and near silence (other than the cars driving slowly past behind me). I told myself, “This is what I want to feel all the time.”

Once my boyfriend Jacob and I got in the car to leave after that day in the mountains, I began to sob uncontrollably. Mostly because I knew that it was my last day in Tennessee, but also because I knew that I wouldn’t have a moment like that again for a very, very long time. It was a point in my life that all the stress I had didn’t matter, and I think that’s what experiencing true inner realization is.

The grind quickly returned and I got caught up in the daily hustle and bustle which turned into the next 365 days. Nothing changed. There was no great prophetic epiphany that made me want to change my life and, as a result, it went on as usual. I was always waiting for the right time to start a diet that would ultimately fail, or a workout routine that would burn me out before I’ve even really begun.

That changed when I started my Yoga Theory and Practice course for the fall semester.

I was beyond excited to begin a regular yoga practice. It was something that I had always wanted to do, but did not have the time, money or travel expenses to drive to and from class every other day. By taking this class, I was literally forcing myself to spend an hour and fifteen minutes of my time investing in me, myself and I. The class was more than about doing funky poses and chanting “ohm.” It was an opportunity to shut myself out from the world and just be.

The things that I learned in my yoga class have helped create a better life for myself. I didn’t need the first day of the first month of a new year to change. I didn’t have to wait for rock-bottom to switch my lifestyle. All I needed was an instructor that was passionate about sharing her love of helping others and an hour out of my week. Of course, it wasn’t all about the practice. We still had presentations and papers to do (our professor was the head of the English department, after all). But those 75 minutes each Thursday had an impact on how I saw myself and how I dealt with everyday situations.

One of my favorite parts of our weekly practice was the guided relaxation. Our instructor would have us lie down in Shivasana – the sanskrit term for Corpse Pose – and close our eyes as she talked us through a winding down period. More times than not I would fall asleep and wake up extremely refreshed.

I opened each practice by embracing the energy surrounding me and closed with allowing the energies to come over my body and carry me through the rest of the day. This simple and repetitive action made me want to propel myself down a better path.

No, I don’t believe in the almighty “New Year, New Me” superstition. What I believe in is that you can change at any time.

Yours Truly,