This weekend oops

I was home alone and iced in.

There were multiple sittings of eating tortilla chips out of the bag and salsa while lounging on my couch. Yum  

I also successfully flooded my bathroom every time I showered and I'm still not sure what my shower curtain has against me.

A little self-conscious about whether or not my neighbors were able to hear all the questionable music I found to blast through the place. See: Timeflies goes Disney and every 2011 remix of Pumped Up Kicks. 

Oh and the 5 gallons of Northland cranberry juice I bought because they were buy 2 get 3 free. Harris Teeter does this thing to me where I decide 5 is an appropriate number of bottles of cranberry juice to buy. Crushed bottle #1 within 8 hours. 

The way the boy says "thank you" 

Myspace.com has become a longstanding tab on my browser but i swear it's the only way to listen to The Tallest Man on Earth repetitively and uninterrupted this side the Mississippi.  (You see talking Southern is my coping mechanism for the -86 degree weather going on outside. That and making smoothies inside and cranking the heat up so I can wear tank tops) 

Came to an understanding with myself that walking home from the studio today counts an overall workout for the entire weekend. I was wearing sneakers so it counts.  

Ohmygod I can't get the way he looked in his gray pants last night out of my head. 

Or the warm, fluffy biscuits we had for breakfast that he called "little clouds." AW  

Earlier I realized the unattractive smear of gesso on the leggings I'm wearing, but not sure exactly which day of the weekend that happened. Soooo I'm taking it as some kind of sign to go ahead with the lululemon shopping cart I started this weekend.......? WOULDN'T YOU 

Help I'm wearing his thermal as if I think I'm some precious girlfriend or something but the sleeves are extra long and it smells like legit magic and I actually don't plan on ever taking it off. WHY IS IT SO DELICIOUS  

Just. This is all.

http://www.thetallestmanonearth.com/

couldn't be more obsessed

Cool videos and hot tea

Made it another week without blogging but at least I'm consistent! Here we are Monday again, and all I can think about is how thankful I am right now. That's so cheesy and I know it, but after this weekend, I'm on such a high I can't help but share. So I'll make it short, in case you really are going to read this, then that way you can still catch up on all the good inauguration tweets, in case you were accidentally watching the Bachelor instead. 

Thank you life for grandparents and the sunny afternoons with them that relieve all my stress from a rapidly beginning semester while tricking me into thinking they don't live 3 whole states away, at the bottom of the 3rd one. 

And for the hot tea made by the roommate I can never take life seriously with.

And lastly for the book I never find time to read, but waits around so patiently for nights like this when I do. 

Since this is like thanksgiving, can we get a feast? Maybe I can interest you in last night's box of leftover nachos and philly cheesesteak still sitting on the floor next to my bed? Jokes aside (I know no one would really be interested in eating that) I am forming a particularly adorable habit of eating out of take-out boxes in my bed.  Funny thing is, so far it's all been brought to me by people who actually did the getting dressed and going out to eat part. Good thing I don't have a TV in here yet or else I am certain we'd have ten times the fun. 

Goodnight blog, and thank you for not thinking I am a man, even though I'm not too convincing sometimes.  That's what all the LOVE PINK is for.

Venus did blow my mind and it was everything I wanted to find

Now that I'm back in the atmosphere (America at least) I've got all these things to tell you about!

Like winter break, which was amazing, and wasn't supposed to be a break from blogging but when you get a new iPad from your grandparents with your name engraved on the back, you really, realllyyyy don't want to break out the old Lenovo like, ever again. And then I remembered about the Blogger app and now don't have any excuse at all.

BUT, I didn't forget my Blogger password and now that I'm back from that soul vacation, all you really missed were Harris Teeter days and Red Box nights and my beautiful mother who likes to listen to country with the windows down (or heated seats) and my cuddly little brothers who make me laugh, literally all the time, and my best Cary friends that you wouldn't get all of our inside jokes with anyways. Did I mention my dad who will do anything to make me happy, including but not limited to walking into Urban Outfitters and waiting for me at the cash registers? Well there you have it folks, spoiled girl blog moment of 20...13! But it was Christmas and I did spend the entire day prior to that running around the triangle with him looking for the perfect thermos for my mom.

And as good as home is and always will be, I couldn't be happier to be back at school, in the best of all those best places in the world, Chapel Hill.

So here I am, I've traced my way through the constellation, and this is my reality. Which is not that I am partying in Florence or that there are any more drops of Jupiter in my hair. But that I'm in our tiny little flat we call ~The Bungalow~ sitting in my bed eating chocolate ice cream out of a wine glass, realizing I missed The Bachelor earlier, still needing to shower, take some antibiotics still left from a nasty sinus infection and finish some illustration work.  I do have class tomorrow and I do recognize the lack of sleep I'll be getting this semester, but I couldn't imagine no love, pride, or deep fried chicken for that matter. So yes, I am fully aware of the glamour of my life right now. And there's none. But I'll tell you what, I love it.

And I'll tell you what else.

I did, I fell head right over heels for a shooting star, and I missed him, oh how I missed him while I was looking for myself out there.

^I could have done something romantic and cute to this picture in Photoshop or something, but then you wouldn't be able to tell how it's actually in a grocery store at 2 a.m. while getting stuff to make sandwiches. And that we're on a motorized scooter for handicapped shoppers because his ankle was sprained... 

We're no plain old Janes. 

(Had to)