I would never send these to him. But I've gotten pretty good at singing along to them when I'm driving. As I pretend I'm in either a 2009 Mustang with my best friend or a jet black Lambo Diablo with the crew. When really, I'm by myself in the ole opal sage 2002 Honda CRV with an awkward dent in the back. And I'm generally not wearing leather. Or exposing my full shoulder tattoos. Got my air conditioning fixed though. So. Sup summer.
Here's me and C being girls about it-
And here's how I really feel-
Thank you Chris. And Taylor. That was beautiful. You're welcome back anytime.
Monday
Put a ring on it
Single girl task of the week: Buy yourself a ring.
I like boys. I like rings. But rings and boys together... ok no. Are you thinking about JWT's "Raise your right hand" campaign? It's ok if you're not, even if you took JOMC 137.
It doesn't have to be a rock. Or even a $39 sterling piece with turquoise courtesy of the Mayans. I won't ever, ever over my dead body disclose to anyone where I find half the rings I ownClaires so I clicked around some other cool places that sell cool jewelry and picked out several cool rings that I'd love to wear even if you didn't drop down on one knee and gush about how great they'd look with my jeans. I chose one for you diamond princesses who stunt that pretty girl swag. One for you girls who wear Lucky Brand bras and need a bronze piece to match the bronze tag on the front part between the boobs. I found a real winner for all ya'll corn-hole playing gals with great hair because fingers wrapped around koozies are much cuter when something original compliments the Yurman wrapped around them. And I found another that I can't think of a stereotype for so I decided any of you would probably like it. There's no order here, you decide which is for you. Only rule: If you like it then you better get your Visa card out and put the damn ring on it.
The Knuckle ring
Sits about as perfectly above your knuckle as your favorite J brands sit above your hips. This one from Nasty Gal is 25 bucks. So like, get a cute someone to buy you a couple Blue cups and consider this cutie a steal.
The Grasp
I like this one because it makes you look like you have a precious baby dragon pet that holds onto your finger wherever you go because she doesn't want to let go. The claw concept says "I got you, girl" and "I'll kick your ass" all at the same time. Pretty sick- and only $15. That's 2 Old Well Whites and a tip. Or 3 and no tip. Don't not tip.
The Katniss
I hate to alienate my non-Pi Phi readers, but even if your not Pi Beta Phly you're likely still a Katniss girl. I mean, my mom's not a Pi Phi but every time she answers the phone when I call now it's-"Katniss? Is that you?" Basically how could you not be a Katniss girl. She's enviably smart and genuine and can shoot an arrow straighter than I can shoot whiskey. And that's saying something.
The Rock
....Literally. If you're like me and can't help wearing neutrals and jeans every single day of the week, you need to wear this because of the delicious pool of color it'd bring to an outfit. Blue because you're a Carolina girl. But you can get it in fuchsia because pink is summery and it's almost summer. I've seen this geological style ring a lot of places and sometimes they look too bulky on my finger. But this one from Urban is small enough while still maintaining its "Holy shit did you dig that up?" factor. Again, color is everything here. I'll let you figure out how much it is on your own because if you see how much it is then you'll probably think that money is everything here. But don't think that.
The Big Eared little friend
If you know me in real life, which is like, two of you, you know I have a sweet little elephant ringthat I got from Claires that gets more compliments than my ass. -not really saying anything. It doesn't even have a name but he has so much personality I've never been able to let him go. Anyway- this one from artfire.com is sold out. WAIT NO IT'S NOT. The lady just emailed me back. Check here. The point is- animal rings are cool and people will comment on them. You don't even have to get an elephant. There are foxes, birds, octupi and other miniature creatures to keep you company on your ring finger. My suggestion: A lot of good ones live at Etsy. Run wild, animal child.
Now that you have some idea of what kind of rings are out there besides the Albion and the Citrine Wheaton, go spend a 1/4 of the price and find yourself a pretty piece. You probably think I'm bitter about not havinga boyfriend who bought me a Yurman. And I kind of am, but I've made peace with my God and those around me and I'm just fine ogling yours. Now go treat yourself to a little mid-week pick-me-up in the form of a ring you can be proud to say you bought for yourself.
Sources:
1,2: Nasty Gal
3,4: Urban Outfitters
5: artfire.com
I like boys. I like rings. But rings and boys together... ok no. Are you thinking about JWT's "Raise your right hand" campaign? It's ok if you're not, even if you took JOMC 137.
It doesn't have to be a rock. Or even a $39 sterling piece with turquoise courtesy of the Mayans. I won't ever, ever over my dead body disclose to anyone where I find half the rings I own
The Knuckle ring
Sits about as perfectly above your knuckle as your favorite J brands sit above your hips. This one from Nasty Gal is 25 bucks. So like, get a cute someone to buy you a couple Blue cups and consider this cutie a steal.
The Grasp
I like this one because it makes you look like you have a precious baby dragon pet that holds onto your finger wherever you go because she doesn't want to let go. The claw concept says "I got you, girl" and "I'll kick your ass" all at the same time. Pretty sick- and only $15. That's 2 Old Well Whites and a tip. Or 3 and no tip. Don't not tip.
The Katniss
I hate to alienate my non-Pi Phi readers, but even if your not Pi Beta Phly you're likely still a Katniss girl. I mean, my mom's not a Pi Phi but every time she answers the phone when I call now it's-"Katniss? Is that you?" Basically how could you not be a Katniss girl. She's enviably smart and genuine and can shoot an arrow straighter than I can shoot whiskey. And that's saying something.
The Rock
....Literally. If you're like me and can't help wearing neutrals and jeans every single day of the week, you need to wear this because of the delicious pool of color it'd bring to an outfit. Blue because you're a Carolina girl. But you can get it in fuchsia because pink is summery and it's almost summer. I've seen this geological style ring a lot of places and sometimes they look too bulky on my finger. But this one from Urban is small enough while still maintaining its "Holy shit did you dig that up?" factor. Again, color is everything here. I'll let you figure out how much it is on your own because if you see how much it is then you'll probably think that money is everything here. But don't think that.
The Big Eared little friend
If you know me in real life, which is like, two of you, you know I have a sweet little elephant ring
Now that you have some idea of what kind of rings are out there besides the Albion and the Citrine Wheaton, go spend a 1/4 of the price and find yourself a pretty piece. You probably think I'm bitter about not having
Sources:
1,2: Nasty Gal
3,4: Urban Outfitters
5: artfire.com
Saturday
HEY
OK
I couldn't leave you hanging there with a lame ass melodrama queen post.
I'm going to the He's Not Sweetwater Tap Takeover to try and have some fun.
I barely have anyone to go with because everyone's studying/taking/crying about exams.
But this one friend I got.
Yeah he's got exams.
He tries to pretend like he's not crying about them.
But he is.
Luckily he likes beer almost as much as I do.
Said he'd go with me.
If you're studying, try and go for another 4 hours. See: 8 tracks
I'm going in on some outdoor blue cups.
Cheers to a happy little Chap afternoon.
"Life has many ways of testing a person's will. Either by having nothing happen, or by having everything happen at once." -Paulo Coelho
I need to let my anger out somewhere. I can't let it out on a particular person, because I don't want to have anything to do with him. I can't let it out on anyone else, because I care about too many people too much. Letting it out at the pool only made it more clear that I need to let it out in words. Typed words. My favorite kind.
I am so angry. Not even at him. Or maybe. Mostly, I am angry about his immaturity. I am angry about his cowardliness. I am angry about his inability and refusal to communicate even in the slightest, possible way. I am angry he has no desire to. I am angry I gave him a second chance so easily. I am angry I wanted to. I am angry I told myself with no reservations that he was the one. When so clearly, so unbelievably plainly, he is not. Not even close.
On that note, I am okay. I am satisfied my anger has not consumed me. I am satisfied it has allowed me to see all of this. I am satisfied it has made me able to recognize qualities he lacks in other guys. Qualities that help me remember what it is about boys that I just can't get enough of. Like getting up during a commercial and freestyling a beatbox rap to me. Like wearing a snapback backwards just because I think it's adorable. Like bringing me an M&M McFlurry when I'm studying for no reason at all. Like yelling out to Franklin Street "I LOVE THIS GIRL" over and over again at 2 o clock in the morning when everyone is walking home from bars. It doesn't matter that it's not "true love" with another guy. Or that it's real or not or whatever. It matters that after this mess of the past couple months, it's still possible for me to look at a guy and laugh and hang on to that little reminder that that one guy was not the only guy in the world. That there is still the hope of finding someone else. That there is still the possibility of perfection.
I don't know if I'm ready to meet someone else. I don't think that's what I want right now. It's been so refreshing these past few weeks just focusing on me and treating me and flirting with me that I'm not sure I have anything right now to give anyone else.
So today, April 28, the day I was supposed to go to Triangle Beach Music Festival with the guy who checked out on my 21st birthday and pretended to give me tickets to it a week after but never actually did........ I will turn on my favorite music while I put on all the cool bracelets I have and go out and do Chapel Hill things like drink Sweetwater Blue and buy myself YOPO and spend too much money at Lightyears and watch a movie at the Varsity with a glass bottle of Coke.
And leave all the annoying anger swimming like snakes through my heart right here in this annoying little blog post because frankly, Franklin Street is too damn pretty for it.
I am so angry. Not even at him. Or maybe. Mostly, I am angry about his immaturity. I am angry about his cowardliness. I am angry about his inability and refusal to communicate even in the slightest, possible way. I am angry he has no desire to. I am angry I gave him a second chance so easily. I am angry I wanted to. I am angry I told myself with no reservations that he was the one. When so clearly, so unbelievably plainly, he is not. Not even close.
On that note, I am okay. I am satisfied my anger has not consumed me. I am satisfied it has allowed me to see all of this. I am satisfied it has made me able to recognize qualities he lacks in other guys. Qualities that help me remember what it is about boys that I just can't get enough of. Like getting up during a commercial and freestyling a beatbox rap to me. Like wearing a snapback backwards just because I think it's adorable. Like bringing me an M&M McFlurry when I'm studying for no reason at all. Like yelling out to Franklin Street "I LOVE THIS GIRL" over and over again at 2 o clock in the morning when everyone is walking home from bars. It doesn't matter that it's not "true love" with another guy. Or that it's real or not or whatever. It matters that after this mess of the past couple months, it's still possible for me to look at a guy and laugh and hang on to that little reminder that that one guy was not the only guy in the world. That there is still the hope of finding someone else. That there is still the possibility of perfection.
I don't know if I'm ready to meet someone else. I don't think that's what I want right now. It's been so refreshing these past few weeks just focusing on me and treating me and flirting with me that I'm not sure I have anything right now to give anyone else.
So today, April 28, the day I was supposed to go to Triangle Beach Music Festival with the guy who checked out on my 21st birthday and pretended to give me tickets to it a week after but never actually did........ I will turn on my favorite music while I put on all the cool bracelets I have and go out and do Chapel Hill things like drink Sweetwater Blue and buy myself YOPO and spend too much money at Lightyears and watch a movie at the Varsity with a glass bottle of Coke.
And leave all the annoying anger swimming like snakes through my heart right here in this annoying little blog post because frankly, Franklin Street is too damn pretty for it.
Thursday
Dating Cal and why you should spend $100 on a bathing suit (top) this summer
If it's summer for you, too, which it probably isn't because I seem to be the only person who had an obscure semester that ended even before the last day of classes, I bet you are like me and the only thing on your mind is:
new bathing suits.
And figuring out how you're going to date Cal from Timeflies.
And figuring out how you're going to date Cal from Timeflies.
There are so many new styles and trends for bathing suits this season so I'm going to pick out a few of my favorites and tell you why. This post was inspired by a girl yesterday (LDOC) who wore a wonderfully trendy neon-lace-layered one-piece not only just down the waterslide, but while dancing, standing in line for bbq, playing cornhole, etc. It was kind of inappropriate because most everyone else was wearing clothes, but she was so confident, I wasn't going to be one to say anything.
I can't ever get enough of bikinis, which is a shame because one-pieces are really pretty cool these days and I think girls who wear them are badass, but to avoid unattractive crotches and posing for pictures kind of hunched over because the neckline stretches too low due to an abnormally long body shape, I'm just going to stick to bikinis for this one. And not the triangle tops with removable padding from Target. Oh no, my little two-piece princess. We're seniors now. It's time to graduate.
1. The Zip-Up
BUT WHY? It's like a zip-up sweatshirt, but you can swim in it and not look like a droopy bat. The full frontal zipper adds some edge to an otherwise fairly conservative top. You could also come up with suggestive ways to flirt with guys about what would happen if it got unzipped.
2. The High-Neck
BUT WHY? This is top boasts trendsetting suave. I like the crochet material best because it makes the pattern even more interesting, but these tops are going to be sold in all kinds of fabrics and patterns this summer. And look- a chest full of sun protection! Bet you knew I was going to say that! I think what's coolest about this top is it works with big boobs and small boobs- equality at last! Cleavage is totally masked for mysterious coverage, but the side cut leaves just enough exposed. Make sure you tie it tight in the back though- don't want those girls jumping off the edge. Haha that could either be incredibly embarrassing or actually really hilarous. You decide.
3. The Spaghetti Straps
BUT WHY? Well for one, what was cooler in 6th grade than wearing spaghetti strap tank top to a slumber party on a Friday night? Not much, besides maybe a jean jacket with some American Girl doll pins. Now I know we're all college girls here, but the darling yet sexy spaghetti strap tank has lost pretty much lost none of it's luster. Not to me at least. The fluttery cut of this top is so flirty it makes me blush, but the support of those straps won't keep you from winning a game of beach volleyball, or chicken fight, or if you're me, a 25 yard freestyle race to the other side of the pool. Haha man, how attractive. This must be why I have so many boyfriends. Anyway, if you didn't already notice the pushup element of this top, and still haven't fallen in love with it, maybe you should check out the fact that it's $58. I dare you to say no.
4. The Fringe
BUT WHY? I feel the same way about this top as I do about puppies. I want one... I'm pretty sure I need one... and there's probably going to be nothing stopping me from getting one. The fringe top this season is hotter than your 4th hour at Dayglow, sexier than any guy in a tank and about as gotta-have-it as cowboy boots and a sundress at Carolina. Find these anywhere- FP, Nordstrom, Urban Outfitters, and so many boutiques you really don't even need my help at all.
Happy Summer to those of you who have it, and best of the best to those of you still studying your smart little brains off. Beach trip immediately following your last final encouraged. With or without any of these bathing treasures.
Sources
Photos 1, 2, 3: Free People
Photo 4: Kiss of Life
Wednesday
Here are some last words that define what today actually means to me
GRILLED FOOD
WATER SLIDE
NEW IPHONE
CAROLINA BLUE NAILS
WEARING A WHITE TANK TOP DOWN A WATER SLIDE
LIQUID PLEASURE
POINTLESS INSTAGRAMS
OBAMA CAME YESTERDAY
SO DID DAVE MATHEWS
BURTS BEES LIPS
EATING ALL THE TRADER JOES COOKIES IN YOUR PANTRY LAST NIGHT
CUTE EMOJIS LIKE THIS
SNOW CONES
SHAG
SHAG
SHAG
SUMMER
starting today.
at last.
And while that's that for my junior year-
This is this for my summer year.
Let's get this party sTaRtEd
Literally love this song more than any of you
WATER SLIDE
NEW IPHONE
CAROLINA BLUE NAILS
WEARING A WHITE TANK TOP DOWN A WATER SLIDE
LIQUID PLEASURE
POINTLESS INSTAGRAMS
OBAMA CAME YESTERDAY
SO DID DAVE MATHEWS
BURTS BEES LIPS
EATING ALL THE TRADER JOES COOKIES IN YOUR PANTRY LAST NIGHT
SNOW CONES
SHAG
SHAG
SHAG
SUMMER
starting today.
at last.
And while that's that for my junior year-
This is this for my summer year.
Let's get this party sTaRtEd
Literally love this song more than any of you
Sunday
Easy girl living and how to be a morning person
First, press play. Read on and be easy.
1. Upon waking up, start thinking about nothing but the voices of the following individuals. This is pretty middle school to do, and you shouldn't tell anyone you do this, but it's not like you're thinking about Shane West's hot bod or anyone with the name Shane. You're thinking about:
a. Loggy b. Cal
c. Josh Bowman
and they way they laugh. I guarantee they'll make you smile.
2. Make tea when you go downstairs and put it on ice. Even pour it into a tumbler you can take with you out the door. This is a recent phase of mine because it gives me a refreshing boost like coffee does, without the jittery crash.
Plus, flavors like "coconut mango" or "pomegranate raspberry" are more appealing to me right now than ones like "cozy caramel apple." The brand Stash is one of my current favorites and SO CHEAP.
3. Wash your face with cold water and rub this moisturizer into your cheeks. I usually don't have a particular favorite when it comes to daily moisturizers, but I just bought a second bottle of this because I loved everything about it (SPF 30 guys) and it lasted like, my entire spring semester. It smells like sun and leaves your face with that dewy glow so you can pretend you have Katniss Everdeen skin. Because looking like you spent 2 weeks surviving in the woods is actually really sexy. Ask Gale.
He'll tell ya.
4. Stop expecting to wake up to "Good morning baby girl" texts from anyone but your mom.
Or if it's from my mom: "GMBBG" (Good morning best baby girl) ...Nice
5. Wear cute underwear and sunglasses. Nothing says "I'm a badass" like this winning combo. One of which no one besides you will know about.
Hopefully you will have a nice Monday morning that will turn into a nice Monday afternoon and maybe you'll even get out of work early enough to catch the sun set.
But if not, rinse, repeat, and try again tomorrow morning.
She'll be right up with you again on Tuesday.
That's the best part about mornings. They wont give up on you.
Photos:
Woman's Health
Tea with Grace
Taste of Home
Timeflies
This Sound Goes Around
Nasty Gal
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