5 hour bus + 7 hour bus + 9 hours of plane travel + two 5-hour buses plus a 2 hour flight + 2 hour train… in one week. the only way i’m getting through this is by convincing myself i’m on amazing race…by myself…with a cat. oh, and a mimosa. forgot that one. be back soon, loves!
my mother is a well-loved lady. when i was little i was always so startled by how many people would stop her in the grocery store, and told myself if half as many people stopped me in the grocery store to talk to me, i’d be content. ’cause then i’d be technically half as cool as my mom. achievable goals, ya’ll. she’s a sassy little lady. and the source of 80% of my brother and i’s jokes. recently the forces of my older brother and mother collided with boston. hilarity ensued mostly because we all can drink and my mom has a habit of thinking of the worst {but best} business ventures and ideas for projects ever. some include the following: 1. glow-in-the-dark toilet…
hey ya’ll. if you couldn’t tell already, this blog has been needing some serious r&r. it needs a face lift of sorts. maybe a tummy tuck. maybe a juice cleanse. who knows, but i’ve been thinking about doing it for months. inspired by my dear friend jenna’s recent blog overhaul, i realized i can re-brand this space as much as i want. whenever i want. often i’d think i had something to “owe” to someone, but that’s a bunch of baloney. and uber self-righteous. and i’m not down with that. —- if anything, i feel like i’ve outgrown this little space like an old, dried out cocoon. or one of those shells that $5-side-of-the-road hermit crabs live in. in a way, i…
Tagged: adventures, dreams, girl why you gotta be so deep, goals, happiness, lessons, ramblings, yay
{old orchard beach, maine} basically, ya’ll, my wanderlust is going crazy enough to make me want to say “ya’ll”. luckily, a one bedroom in manhattan is my destiny this summer, so thankfully i have some place to walk my new mom-ish shoes around {baby girl loves sensible shoes, even if they age me ten years}. never have i been more excited to kiss my little floridian weiner dog, or buy mass amounts of mangoes in crates on a street corner in new york. these books are helping homegirl in the meanwhile. {berlin} berlin stories by robert walser {berlin + france + boston} my berlin kitchen by luisa weiss {the happiest places} the geography of bliss by eric weiner {britain + america} i’m a stranger here myself by bill…
Tagged: adventures, bad jokes, book lists, books, confessions, dreams, happiness, inspiration, life, loveliness, ramblings, reading, silliness, travel, yay
this is edie. her original name was princess, but we thought that name was lame. so around these parts we call her “princess edie dalek caan cybermen“. actually only two of us call her that, but my best friend lately has been a plump cat, so we’ll forget that for now. she is my new kitten friend. she is ten years old, which technically makes her a dame. { guys, i’m so excited to be able to exploit my cat on the internet. i finally feel like i belong in the blogging world.} she enjoys the following: -farting. -showing you her butt. -clamping on to your shoulder when you hold her. -having her belly fat rubbed. -wheezing heavily {she has cat herpes, which is sort…
Tagged: awesome, bad jokes, cats, college life, confessions, creep, doctor who jokes, dork, edie, hi i am a cat, life, nerd, ramblings, silliness, yay
guys, i am a lady of many dreams. most people chuckle at my many varied aspirations. “firewoman?! and you want a great pyrenees dog rescue? and a vermont cabin?! and learn how to sail? and you want to write books?! and learn german? …but wait, firewoman?!” many people think you can have only one dream in your brain, can only hold one close enough in your heart. and i just think that’s a load of baloney. for as long as i can remember one of those dreams was to have a bakery. it’s gotten more elaborate over the years. it now has a name (“eclair de lune”, and if you steal it i will fight you, and i am pretty scrappy.) i also have…
{my “eff you, winter” shoes.} i’ll be honest. i’m not one to do the cutesy blog q&a tagging rituals on this space. i think it’s mostly because i’ve had a blog since i was 12 {thank god blurty is defunct and livejournal mercifully deleted my 13 year old blog, to the betterment of the world. i think i wrote an entire entry on weaves when i was 13, and i wish that was a joke} and did those deliriously long surveys that only slightly chubby middle schoolers do when their “the sims” characters are sleeping or peeing in a corner. meaning 12 year old chubby me, of course. you know the ones. the ones that are 96 items long and ask you what deodorant…
{this past valentines day weekend i got myself on a greyhound and traveled all the way to montreal. for other itineraries, click here.} get to south station at 7am after a valentine’s date of romantic egg sandwiches eaten under the glow of subway lights and alfred hitchcock, which is to say i was under a pretty hefty bagel coma. promptly down the largest mcdonald’s coffee and delight in all of the artificial sweetener, fake cream, and ambiance. then, take two melatonins. but actually don’t, because that’s like a big LOL to your body. if you feel the need to shake your right leg in place and scratch your head, but also fall asleep, you’re doing it right. allow seven hours of talking to patchouli-scented…
Tagged: adventures, bad jokes, creep, dreams, favorite things, favorites, girl why you gotta be so corny, happiness, itinerary, life, loveliness, montreal, nerd, ramblings, silliness, travel, yay
guys, the time has come. my fangirling has reached a comedic height. new vampire weekend jams, or what i usually call them, vampy weeks. i am beside myself. does anyone have a paper bag? black and white. bold fonts. scenes from new york. what seems to be a monster as a background singer. i am just can’ting all over this. i might stuff a homemade guinness whoopie pie (you heard right) in my mouth to stifle my happy cries to the musical gods for newly released jams. yeah, that sounds pretty good. i think i’ll do that.
as is usually the case when my body runs on only starbucks double shots and bagels for weeks during the semester, i got the flu… a birthday flu. as i turn 22 on thursday. (whaaaaaat?!) guys, this much snot should not exist within one human being. guys, i have constant “sexy voice” right now. i’m not complaining, only when it squeaks peter-brady-style . guys, i’ve texted more than just a few people asking casually “hey, what does pneumonia feel like? just curious.” so if things get a wee bit quiet on here for the next few days, just know that i am watching doctor who episodes and popping dayquil tablets like they’re skittles. if you have it in your heart to do so, please send…
