Thursday, January 31, 2013

Dork. For. Life.


As an adolescent, I was a mess. I had big, thick, curled 90s* bangs, an unfortunately acne-prone face, and a nose that was two sizes too big. Also, I wore dorky glasses and carried around the fourth Harry Potter book to hit people with.**

Then I grew into my nose, my mom let me wear make-up, I grew out the bangs, and I started reading Agatha Christie, whose books are much slimmer than J. K. Rowling's. I also "forgot" to wear my dorky glasses so often that teachers complained and my parents finally relented and let me get contacts.

Fast forward a decade and I just started wearing glasses again. Also, I ran out of contacts and was too lazy to order more. So I've been wearing glasses for two months...and developed that classy habit of pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose with my pointer finger.

I wore contacts for the first time in a while yesterday. And I repeatedly tried to push my phantom glasses up my nose. Repeatedly.

I was pushing my "glasses" up my nose all day and I wasn't even wearing them.


MINUS THE GLASSES.

*Spellcheck doesn't recognize this as a "word." Spellcheck wants me to correct it to "BS." GO HOME SPELLCHECK, YOU'RE DRUNK.

**WHY AM I ENDING THIS SENTENCE IN A PREPOSITION whyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

NOT COOL, ROBERT FROST


In case you missed the internet exploding phenomenon that is THE Kid President:


And I LOVE Space Jam.


Monday, January 28, 2013

Texts from last night


My best friend, Becky, and I last night:

Becky:
Sarah (mutual friend) taped Downton Abbey!
Mary:
holla!

Annnnd I finished The Book Thief.

DOUBLE HOLLA

Yupp. Now I'm going to finish Crazy Love and then I get
to read Divergent! Pumped.

"A dolla makes me holla" - honey boo boo child

Did you just quote honey boo boo...

wut.


Saturday, January 26, 2013

Words that describe me


hungry (huhng.gree):  having a desire, craving, or need for food; marked by a scarcity of food; strongly or eagerly desirous; me, all the time.


Bonus Points: My friend Emily and I did a project on I Love Lucy when we were freshmen in high school. This is what our project looked like when we finally made it to nationals. #SUPERPROUDNERDalert



I didn't wear makeup yet. Or know that drawstring jorts are abominable. 

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

I thought I was hot stuff


My mom's cleaning out old CDs of photos. Here's Em and I in California in 2000:

















Cute, right? Look at how mature I look, with my hair up and my little collared shirt tucked in to my cute little skir...




HOLY CULOTTES, BATMAN.

Please also notice my late-90s 3-inch platform sandals.


Monday, January 21, 2013

That's my president


"It is now our generation’s task to carry on what those pioneers began. For our journey is not complete until our wives, our mothers, and daughters can earn a living equal to their efforts. Our journey is not complete until our gay brothers and sisters are treated like anyone else under the law – for if we are truly created equal, then surely the love we commit to one another must be equal as well. Our journey is not complete until no citizen is forced to wait for hours to exercise the right to vote. Our journey is not complete until we find a better way to welcome the striving, hopeful immigrants who still see America as a land of opportunity; until bright young students and engineers are enlisted in our workforce rather than expelled from our country. Our journey is not complete until all our children, from the streets of Detroit to the hills of Appalachia to the quiet lanes of Newtown, know that they are cared for, and cherished, and always safe from harm. "

- Barack Obama during today's Inaugural address

 



Quote courtesy of Upworthy. Image from BET.

Friday, January 18, 2013

T-2 months


I leave for Albania in exactly 2 months. We're gonna see some of this:




aaaaaaaaaand some of this:



Walk into the bookstore...Part Deux


Erasmus #litspo

When I walk into a bookstore, I'm all:



And I spend way too much money but in return for that money I get BOOKS and KNOWLEDGE and CULTURE and ENTERTAINMENT and:


#shameless

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Walk into the bookstore...

...and I feel all giddy, 

Got my wallet, I hit the stacks, the books are ALL SO PRETTY.

Before I choose, scan the shelves, think and plan my attack,

But when I leave for the night, I know I'm coming back.


I'M TALKIN'


Agatha's on a roll, roll

Tolkien's talking trolls, trolls,

Lewis dissertates on souls, souls.





KEEP READIN'


Scout and Jem meet Boo Radley,

Hagrid: "Yer a wizard, Harry,"

Everyone loves Jay Gatsby.....


'To Kill a Mockinbird' by Harper Lee book cover


DON'T STOP
reading, ever. 

P.S. Looking for something good to read? Those are some of my favey faves up there.


Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Things I've said that I shouldn't have


"Holy balls!" - referring to a crazy move-in mess, in front of a roommate's father, whom I had met just 5 minutes earlier.

"Cliff diving sounds fun!"

"GIVE BIRTH STANDING UP." - to every female I've ever met. Well, almost every. And I'm not even sorry. 

"Exclamation points are for plebeians." - yeah, that happened over here.

"Like popping a zit!" - my favorite metaphor.

Things I don't say, but my mother does:

"Oh my stars!"

"Let's get humping!" - She means "going" like, "let's get going on this project."

"Hi ho!" - she just sounds like she's greeting a prostitute. She's actually just trying to say "hello."

SORRY MOM I LOVE YOU DON'T BE MAD.



Monday, January 14, 2013

Kids say the damnedest things*


*Hi Mom, no, I'm not swearing for no reason, it goes with the story. 

While I was growing up, any time my dad whacked his thumb with a hammer (not too often) or almost cut his toe off with a chainsaw (more often), a few choice words would slip out. But my parents made sure I knew that they were bad words that I was under no circumstances permitted to say.

One summer day when I was a toddler, my extended family was all gathered on the porch at the family farm. I somehow hurt myself and said "ow!" and everything was going along just swell-ly until I turned to my father and opened my mouth again.

"Daddy! I didn't say damn it! I didn't say dammit, Daddy! Because dammit's a bad word! So I didn't say dammit!" I'm sure I threw in a few more "dammits" for good measure. Just to make sure, you understand. I was a classy two-year-old.

Also, this one time when I was six and mad at my friend I said "damn" in my head. I felt so guilty that I confessed to my dad, who awkwardly patted my head and said, "Well, um, don't...think it... again...?"

Saturday, January 12, 2013

205love


Tonight, I miss my 205 family. For two and a half years, I lived in a fantastic house with marvelous friends. (Our address was 205 - you can check out some of our old shenanigans at our house blog.) I'm used to five-girls-to-a-couch, back rub trade-offs, "anybody want hot water?," untweetables, inside jokes, tap water so hot it burns, constant knocking on the front door, hair braiding, "sorry I'm not sorry" ... and I miss it all. Except for that last one - sorry not sorry Melissa & Claire! And now, waiting for March 18th, I'm home at my mom's, separated from my 205 family, and three people in one room is just too quiet.

Thus, a reflection on some of my favorite moments in 205 history. Not even remotely a comprehensive look at all that is wonderful about 205 (actually, just the photos sitting on my desktop - too lazy to download any more right now. Haters gonna hate.) (And girls from this past semester....you'll show up in pictures soon. I miss you all too.)

















   




I'm rarely sappy, but here it is: wow. I love you girls. So much it hurts. And I already miss living with you. 

Friday, January 11, 2013

This will make your day.




Aaaaaaand, to prove that marketing works, I totally donated here in lieu of Christmas presents to my parents (because they have everything, and there's a limit to the number of crocheted washcloths my mom can pretend to appreciate).




Sunday, January 6, 2013

Words that describe me



bibliophile (bib.li.o.file): from the French, first used in 1824; 1. a lover of books, especially for qualities of format, 2. a book collector, 3. my whole existence, namely, I would be a great amount richer if I didn't spend all my money on books.

Most recent book purchase:



Lots of Christians kind of hate Rob Bell - he's pretty controversial - but I love him. And love wins, right?

Saturday, January 5, 2013

eat ALL the food!

My life revolves around food. I'm like a small child that needs to be fed every two hours. I also have no self control.

So, me, the last two (holiday) months:



My very favorite thing to eat in the whole world = ginger molasses cookies. I make them ALL. THE. TIME, but the holidays are an especially apt time to make them in copious amounts and consume them in same copious amounts. Here is the recipe:


I always, always promise those around me not to eat all the dough before I bake it, but they're usually all


Because then I eat a lot of it because it's DELICIOUS AND (emotionally) NUTRITIOUS. In my defense, the majority gets baked. And ends up in my stomach.



But now it's January and time to be healthy-ish again. 

Especially after looking at the number on the scale.