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Soooo… I’m a lazy bastard who hasn’t blogged all summer. Enough said. Moving on.

I just got back from a vacation on the beach, where I got sunburned, gained 4 pounds, and accidentally bitch-slapped a life guard.

I have never had so much fun in my life.

See, this is the beach I went to all the time as a kid. I remember learning to boogie board there, trying birthday cake ice cream for the first time… It was a blast. Whenever we would leave, my older sister (who is now 17) would cry every single time. It was a kid’s heaven.

We hadn’t gone in a few years. UNTIL NOW!

Now that my dad’s youngest daughter is going into high school and his oldest is leaving high school, he decided it was time to go back.

We packed our bags and left on the 6 hour drive to our favorite beach.

We arrived on a Friday at our little apartment that we rented for the week. There was one bed, so me and my sisters shared a pull-out couch and chair. Cramped, yes, but it was on the beach! Totally worth it.

It felt a little odd being back. I wasn’t a child anymore and it was no longer a running-around-like-a-crazy-person experience. We just lazed on the beach, walked to the lighthouse… it was nice, actually. Really nice.

Don’t take over the world without me.



It’s Not My Thing

Sooooo I think I’ve talked about my hatred of math and science on this blog before, but screw it, I’m doing it again.

Actually, I think ‘hatred’ is a little strong.

I liked math and science up until the 8th grade. That’s when things got messy. See, I like understanding numbers and concepts and things I hadn’t even thought about before. What happened when I got to high school was everything just went wayyyy over my head.

I’m not a dumb person- I know that. I make above-average grades and have an above-average way of thinking. I JUST DON’T GET THIS.

The end of the semester is stressful anyway, with teachers panicking when they realize they don’t have enough grades in and AP exams and grades drop and all that bs. But combine a teacher who doesn’t teach with a subject I don’t understand and… you’ve got disaster.

We all know the feeling of “Oh crap my grades” at the last second in the school year. It’s a fact of life… I think.

What is it supposed to teach us? I mean, clearly I’m not going to go into the field of physics, so pardon my angst but why am I expected to learn in-depth mathematics and concepts of organic chemistry?

I get the whole idea of becoming well-rounded and being forced to learn this crap(sorry) is beneficial in the future, but is the depth necessary? What am I going to do with extensive knowledge of kinetic reactions when I want to work in publishing?

Anyway. I wish you all luck on your finals and exams, you’re all beautiful and smart and your scores do not define you.

Don’t take over the world without me.


My Current Favorite: Rumble by Ellen Hopkins

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If you’re not familiar with Ellen Hopkins, here’s a basic run-down:

She writes in a very unique style- all poems. Before you go running away, I hated this format too, but for her it just works. You don’t even notice after a few pages.

Also, all of her books circle around really rough things- drug addiction, suicide, alcoholism… You get it.

I’ve read a few of her books before, her Crank trilogy being my favorite. Sooo when I was book-store binging (again) and I saw that she released something new, of course I had to get it. (My cover is different though…. I’m not sure which one I like better, this image or my own)

This book tells the story of a senior in high school who is dealing with the suicide of his younger and only brother, Luke, who died after the bullying of his peers and parents of his coming out. Like I said, Hopkins writes about the rough stuff.

This book is a freaking roller coaster. It was confusing at the beginning, and in the middle I was wanting to rip my hair out and scream, and at the end I was crying and smiling and hating on how horrible some characters turned out to be.

Now, if you’ve never read Ellen Hopkins before, I wouldn’t recommend this one as your first- I started with the Crank series, and that’s what got me hooked on her. After you’re introduced to her style, then get this one.

Also, if you’re not at least in high school, don’t read this. Major no-no for y’all.

Other than that…

10/10. Thank you Ellen Hopkins! You have yet to let me down. Please don’t cuz I love you.

Don’t take over the world without me.



We made it to a year!!!!

Today- April 17th, 2016, is the one year anniversary of Soul of Stories! One full year of failed cooking, book rants that were way longer than they needed to be, and, of course, the infamous irrelevant profound conclusions.

This is the start of a new year for this blog. Screw January 1st.

I’m kind of really excited. I had no idea how fast a year could go, but as far as this blog goes, it’s been great.

This past year and a half has been a really rough one for me- I’ll spare you the details. Part of the reason why I created this blog was to get out all the the pent-up crap I had inside me. Just to share some of myself with a community of creative people and teens who seem to get me more than I do, even.

In celebration of this first year, I want to give you the mic. Tell me what YOU want- I doubt I would still be blogging without your kind (mostly lol) comments and emails. Send me anything, and I’ll see what I can do.

Until next time,

Don’t take over the world without me.

<3- Amber Faith


What It’s Like To Not Wear Makeup For Forty Days

I am a 100% die-hard makeup person. I love putting it on, wearing it, experimenting with new looks, trying new products, etc. Absolutely in love with it.

For Lent this year (yes, the bizarre liberal chick who swears too much is in fact a Christian) I gave that makeup up. (You don’t know what lent is about? Just google it. I don’t feel like going into it. I’m too lazy.)  

I don’t wear it out of insecurity or desire to look prettier (even though I probably should… O.o)- I wear it simply because I like it. It’s somewhat of a creative outlet for me.

I remember my initial reason for wanting to give it up being that I felt like I was wearing too much and wanted to give myself (and my acne) a break.

Walking into school that first day, clean-faced and natural, I was more scared than I’d like to admit. Some of my friends are the type who are not afraid to tell you when you look bad, and most people agree with them. I didn’t want anyone to hate my face!

So I walk into first block aaaand….. nothing. No one cared. I even got a couple compliments that day.

Since I stopped wearing it, I’ve noticed a couple of things. First, my acne has finally begun to clear itself up. Second, dry skin has gone bye-bye. Third…

I miss it. Winged eyeliner is an art and mastering a red lip is talent of the purest form. I feel almost as if I gave up something that benefits me and my mindset. There’s nothing quite like stepping out of the house with an on-point contour.

So, with Easter right around the corner, by makeup fast is almost over.

I won’t miss it.

Don’t take over the world without me.


Red Queen and Glass Sword by Victoria Aveyard

So, I’m not a huge fan of fantasy/dystopian novels- I feel like it’s been done to death, and honestly I’m just bored with it.


I was in a book store when an employee came up to me and just kinda started talking. She started hollering about Red Queen, a book where normal people (red bloods) are divided from god-like people (silver bloods).

I’m always down to try out something new, so I grabbed it and started reading. It starts off a little slow, but once you’re into it…. let’s just say that my parents didn’t know if I was still living for while because of how long I spent motionless in my room reading it.

Once I finished it, I got all my friends into this book as much as I could- I WANT TO SHARE THE STORY. I was so so so excited for the next book and I wasn’t even at all prepared to wait.

Give or take a few days, I found myself at a different bookstores. Wandering through my fave section (Y/A IS LIFE) when I saw something…

An oddly familiar author.

Say… that cover… that font…


Naturally, I sat down, started to cry, started to read, and called the friends who are into the series.

It took me a while to finish it… I had heard nothing of a new book, so I wanted to savor that world as long as I could.

I did finish it, cried like a baby, then like any respectable fan, took to the Tumblr world. I found the author, and discovered… THERE’S GONNA BE MORE BOOKS. NOT JUST ONE. BUT MULTIPLE.

This series has made me so so happy and angry and confused and every other emotion out there. You fall in love with the character and their quirks. Sudden twists that there is no way in heaven or hell you saw coming keep you whispering ‘Just one more chapter..’ at two in the morning.

Well done, Victoria Aveyard.

Don’t take over the world without me.