Just a thought...

Someone who thinks logically, provides a nice contrast to the real world.


I am not young enough to know everything

In Love....

I love this sassy little boy! I'm excited/terrified that my children will be exactly like this...

LOVE IT

I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!!!!

Plain and simple, it is the most wonderful time of the year!

Just a thought...

People are amazing and most of the time can be so inspiring. I need to remember this.

Shoe Fancy

 I love a little whimsy in the mornings, especially now that I AM FREE!!!! I made my Biomedical exam by biznitch. Anyway, ELLE has a new feature article  about fun and whimsical statement  shoes. I probably would never wear any of these in real life but I would most definitely love to try them on.  See more style at the ELLE website.

My love of everything peacock certainly carries over to these funky shoes.

Peacock sandal, Pierre Hardy, $2,400, 

How fun is this?!? So creative 

Chewing gum heel, Kobi Levi

Drama. Love it.

Lipstick heel, Alberto Guardiani, $410

Just a thought...

Don't kill a person with kindness. That's no fun. Kill them with excessive sarcasm. Or Avada Kedavra. Whatever.


Deep thoughts today, folks. I'm  not feeling particularly pretty, witty, or silly right now. 8 am  Biomedical exam and then I'm FREEEE.  I wonder how long it's going to take to regain some semblance of a normal sleeping schedule and a diet that consist of more than coffee and hummus. Speaking of which.......

Finals....

I thought senior year was supposed to be a breeze but these finals are most likely going to be the death of me. I'm almost 100% sure I'm filled with more self-doubt than blood, but I'm too scared to find out I'm wrong..... :)
I can't wait to break out of this popsicle stand. Only Philosophy and Bio Med stand in my way

Just saying...

I love dogs. I think it's because I relate to their wide-eyed fascination with the world, their distraction with sparkly objects, their fierce loyalty, and their silly dispositions. And because they are just so freakin adorable.
This video below is amazing and makes me want a dog even more. Only click on the link if you want your mind to be blown......watch it

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=de3uzRiABNU&feature=player_embedded

Just a thought...

I have come to love my commute to the city. A whole hour to just relax, read, think, or catch up on the schoolwork I always seem to be behind on. I've met a handful of really interesting people-some more so than others. The gorgeous indian guy with an English accent and the hilarious older gentleman I found myself being entertained by today certainly battle it out for first place; while the man I had the displeasure of sharing a seat with who sniffed his fingers the ENTIRE trip pulls some low marks. (Seriously,  he held his hands in front of his face right under his nose and would audibly sniff them every so often.  I found myself on the edge of my seat filled with feelings of disgust and morbid curiosity watching this man out of the corner of my eyes, just waiting for his next action. "Surely he must have a reason for doing this?! Am I the only one seeing this? I wonder what he is smelling.....do they smell good.... Wait, what am I thinking?!").

Anyway,  on one particular train ride I got to thinking about an old friend of mine who I'm sad to say has changed a lot. For once being so close, I feel like I barely know or recognize them anymore. I think I'm finally accepting that if this person chooses to live their life a certain way and represent themselves to the world in a particular light that I find unfavorable and distasteful- then so be it. Who am I to try and change what they seem so content with despite my best  ( and sincere) efforts to bring about positive change in this person. They choose to be this way. And that brings us to the word of the day, brought to us by the letter "S" for shallow.

Shallow. I'd just like to go on record as saying that still waters do not always run deep. Often times something that appears to be a puddle, a beautiful and charismatic puddle at that, is just a puddle.  Simply no more than it appears to be at first glance. It is the foolhardy friend who attempts to dive into that puddle to find substance and meaning, only to come to a tremulous halt as the the bottom rushes up at you much too soon. It is with surprise and sadness that we come to realize that the puddle is just a puddle, and nothing more. But perhaps I expect too much...
So the moral of the story, my friends, is that if you dive into a puddle you should accept the  dangerous possibility that the bottom may come up to greet you more swiftly than you had imagined.

Design Junkie

Blogging and looking at beautiful pictures is way more fun than writing this research paper.  So, I'd like to introduce one of my great loves to you. Readers, meet design. Design, these are the readers. Great, now that we're all acquainted I can gush about how few things in life (other than Harry Potter) give me such a rush as design does. Interior design, Architecture, Urban design, Landscape Architecture... all of it! 
I run the risk of sounding super lame by saying that design gives me that new relationship feeling. You know, that feeling where you obsess over it, think about it all the time, want to stay up all night talking (in this case researching and reading about) it,  and planning your future with it. Annnnnddd I'm officially a weirdo- I'm very ok with that.   It's a sickness, but in the grand scheme of things to obsess over and be addicted to, a pretty tame and safe one.
This past summer I started this (now massive) folder on my computer to save all of the images and articles related to my love called: Design Inspirations.  Some girls make folders of their dream wedding day, but I have a  file full of beautiful images of rooms, architecture, houses, locations, fabrics, colors,  and accessories. These are all images that I've gathered from the lastest issues of House Beautiful,  Elle Decor,  House of Turquoise, Apartment Therapy or any of the other design blogs I follow. I don't know what it is but I absolutely love the happiness that comes with finding images of a creatively and wonderfully decorated/built room. I just know it when I see it.  When I find something I love, I imagine the joy on my face slightly resembles that of Gollum's when he is holding the ring.  (I don't really rub my hands together saying "My precious. My precious"...Yet. )
Anyway, I often indulge in a slideshow of these images and it never ever fails to lift my spirits and make me feel crafty and creative. I've taken on and accomplished several projects this year in my apartment that drew inspiration  directly from these images.
I don't expect anyone to get this quirk of mine. I'll happily admit that I'm a design junkie. But I would like to share some of the images from my "collection".  Hope you enjoy!

My beauties:

Monday Morning Introspection

Recently, I find myself unable to express a lot of things in a coherent and sensical manner. I guess that this is the plight of one who tries to make sense out of a non-sensical situations.  How can you fight off something you have absolutely no control over? Love does not always conquer all. Welp.
 I think it's taken me 21.3 years to finally realize and be able to say that I can't control a lot of the things that seem to happen in my life. I don't mean this to sound as morbid as it seems. I think  I need to become more of an idealist because this whole reality thing kinda sucks :) But, ultimately life isn't about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.  So screw you universe, I'm gonna dominate you just to rub it in your face.

Between two lungs it was released
The breath that carried me
The sigh that blew me forward
Because it was trapped between two lungs
It was trapped between two lungs
And my running feet could feel it fly

Each breath screaming, "We are all too young to die"

Gone! All the days of begging--the days of theft
No more gasping for a breath

The air has filled me head to toe

And I can see the ground far below

I have this breath and I hold it tight

And I keep it in my chest with all my might

I pray to God this breath will last

As it pushes past my lips.

As I gasp - Gasp!

Here's to the night...

Here's to the cold December night that found me so consumed and overwhelmed with work that I reached a breaking point. I think it was a combination of the vast amounts of delicious hazelnut coffee that I had essentially been consuming intravenously since November and the stress of juggling school, work, and my life that lead me to the realization that I needed to take a break and do something for myself or my head would explode. I'm no doctor but despite this process always appearing humorous and colorful in cartoons-I'm almost sure it's somewhat painful if not deadly...but I digress. ( get used to this my little internet friends)


So, there I was, moments away from emailing my professor to inform him that I will not be submitting my research paper, in fact, not even attending classes anymore because I have decided to give up my educational pursuits in my senior year so I can travel, join the circus, become a movie star (my plans were vague and irrational at this point). My best friend and vent session partner was in class and things were getting pretty desperate. (note: I tend to be a bit dramatic, it makes life more exciting. Sometimes.)  It was then that I had one of those "ah-ha!" moments. Much like in cartoons, the room dimmed and became blurry and suddenly a light bulb appeared brightly above my head, I had an idea. 



I had been playing around with the idea of starting a blog for about a year. I am a bit blog obsessed and read my favorites religiously. The concept of just putting myself out there though was a bit daunting and intimidating. Not that I expected anyone to stumble upon my blog and read all of my thoughts and musings, just what if they did?? 


So in a conscious effort to keep in line with my resolution that I made for myself a year ago (more on that later. maybe) to try out new experiences and people-I made this blog. After a few controlled breathing exercises to lower my heart rate I indulged in some personal back-patting. I have always found creative writing and journaling to be cathartic. I'm at the point in school now where I've finished my majors and minors and have to take weird classes just for the credits. I've been battling with the boredom I am feeling towards school as well as feeling creatively sapped. I miss the enthusiasm, excitement, and innocence that the early years of college brought on. I miss the free time that everyone seemed to have to go out or sit around connect with those around us.I really enjoy having those in-dept conversations about life, current events, music,  love, and everything in between with friends that last until the early mornings (ok, so maybe 1am at the latest recently). 


I see this blog as the opportunity to ebb the tide of a million though buzzing  around in my brain while at the same time sharing some of the things that interest me and really get my creative juices flowing again (ick, i've always hated that phrase but it seems most apt). So bear with me and my inevitable spelling mistakes.


SO, here's to the night that I took a chance, here's to the night that will hopefully start something productive and rewarding, here's to the night that I finally finished my research paper, and most importantly- Here's to the night that I felt alive!