Annnnd piggy-backing on the last post… my 2013 Bucket List! A primer for those who are new. My senior year of high school, I sat down with my friend over sparkling cider and we wrote 20-item long bucket lists for the year. Not life-long, someday-I-will-get-around-to-doing-all-this-ridiculous-shit lists, but an annual list...
Another year has come and gone… And a better year than the one before, I’ll grant her that. In looking over the past 12 months, there are numerous highs that stand out. In 2012, I worked one of the best jobs I could have dreamed up, I rekindled relationships with...
So I did it. I’m done, finished, finito. I’m actually sitting in a Starbucks in London waiting for the sun to come up. And late last night, as I cabbed across Paris to catch a bus to the UK, I felt… not sad, per se. But just kind of calm....
This is what happens when one plus one equals one (LOL). ** This is completely random and off topic (though I’m always random and this blog has no set topic), but I came to what I deem a significant and belated realization last night when I couldn’t sleep. For as...
The first week of my sophomore year, my roommate came home to find me half asleep in the bathroom, my head resting on my arm, while my stomach kindly emptied its contents into the porcelain abyss. The gem that she is, roommate went out and bought me Pepto, and chicken soup. Contrary...
Cursive won out on this day. I also listed Essie “clambake” nail polish among my gratitudes. Priorities. Woah. Woah… I think I’m usually a pretty difficult person to buy for… unless you’re a close girlfriend and know how much I’m in dire need of a book on dirty French phrases,...
Remember these? (If not, you’re new. That’s okay, just play catch up.) I stopped doing daily obsessions because I felt like I was too “commercial,” like posting about materialistic things somehow cheapened my other writing. Annnnd that might be true, but whatever. Sometimes a girl just gets a little obsessed...
Told you I’d be back. I’ve been so inconsistent about blogging since I moved to Paris, but I noticed that I’ve been really great about journaling. Some things just aren’t the same when I try to share them with other people. So instead I leave details for myself, to read...
The night before my initiation into Kappa Kappa Gamma It’s that time of year again, when people are overflowing with happiness and love and pride. They decorate their dorm rooms with colorful posters and goodies, give and get loads of presents, and eat lots and lots and lots of cake...