Tuesday
Saturday
Ways to fake a summer
7 AM
Blend up strawberries you put in the freezer the night before, 2 peaches,
cup of Mango Lemonade and a handful of blueberries.
15 minutes to look like you didn't wake up 15 minutes ago
Use
1. Fekkai Summer Hair beach waves spray, smells like mermaids and works like heaven. $25
Not the ."Not Your Mother's" brand. It literally smells and feels like you've been at the beach. But it is $8..
AND
3. Pssssst! dry shampoo. Fools em every time. $5
The Commute
Listen to Spotify radio stations based on tracks your crushes send you.
The [one of several] Water Fountain Breaks at Job #1
Send tropically-themed Emojis.
The [15 minute] Lunch Break before classes
Trick yourself into thinking you're eating on the patio at a trendy cafe
while sitting in the shade of Chick-fil-a umbrellas eating chicken n' waffle fries.
The Commute to Job #2
Listen to this:
while you drive with the windows down and sing loudly enough to keep yourself from falling asleep at the wheel (not kidding).
Optional pause when you get to stoplights.
Disclaimer: You might not look as attractive doing this as I do.
Other disclaimer: This photo is a still from a music video I made and sent
to a group message of several friends.
file under: my friends are cooler than yours, other ways to keep yourself awake driving at 4 pm
7 PM
Have a cold beer and paint your nails a new summery color.
You can't have this exact color because my little brother brought it back for me from Italy.
But Carolina blue is always a good choice.
By the time (10 pm) you fall into bed, you'll feel like you've actually just spent the day on Oahu.
Just remember: Summer is not a season, it's a state of mind.
Damn.
I think I just made that up.
yo skrill drop it hard
This is me being depressed that all my friends are leaving for our annual OIB week vacation this morning and I can't go. With 2 classes and 2 jobs, it's just not going to happen. Now if you're equally stranded this summer in your commitments to paychecks and educational requirements, maybe you can whine with me. You have two options. you could either accept the fact that you just don't have a summer this time around and put on your working girl pants and revel in the chaos of your endless 7-7 days. Or, you could sit on the floor with your dalmatian and put on your dolci follie mask and wallow in the sad and mentally challenging schedule that has become your life. Whichever you think is the more responsible thing to do.
If you choose the second option-
Friday
Friday, you really are the happiest day of the week
I wrote this in Panera earlier and had a [welcome] distraction, so I never posted it. So.. posting it now.
Sorry for the post delete last night. I hate doing that. But I also hate seeing the next morning how manythousands couple of you read all my heart spillage last night. I'm in Panera getting breakfast coffee before this map quiz. (So nervous I can barely eat!) Jk, I had a free coffee from those Panera rewards so had to maximize the resources. On my second cup. Really think I might be drunk. Coffee buzzes are so much different than tea caffeine -not used to it. Anyway, this is like the weirdest Panera experience in all my life. Read:
1. I'm listening to a guy at the register tell the register lady how he's going to propose tonight. She's asking where they met. He says at a gym in Canada; they were both boxing. He said she had a cute sweaty face so he went up to talk to her. I'm not making this up. He'skind of heavy-set. But man, what a dreamboat.
2. The register lady and I keep making eye contact. It's getting really uncomfortable because it's getting very apparent that I'm listening to every conversation she's having with her customers.
3. This doesn't have to do with Panera, but I'm typing in the African capitals to the countries in a Word document to study, and it keeps recognizing that I'm spelling them wrong and correcting the spelling for me. I'm not talking about like Kenya or Bamako. I'm talking about like Ouagadougou and Yamoussoukro. Touche, Word, touche.
4. A Panera worker ran out from behind the counter sobbing hysterically into to her boyfriend/friend/husband's arms. But it's a few minutes later now and I just casually glanced back and she doesn't look like she was crying at all. Maybe she was laughing really hard or something. Mysterious..
5. A group of elderly ladies and gentlemen are sitting near me and it's appearing as though they are a breakfast club that meets here every week/day? I like them a lot, right now they're talking about a crossword puzzle word they can't figure out. I'm secretly playing along, but they must be playing a really advanced puzzle because I don't know any of the answers. Also, one of the men is wearing a golf shirt embroidered with his fraternity letters and it's the letters of the fraternity of one of my crushes.
6. Another old man, about 75, sitting by himself over to my right is talking on his phone that's something like a Jitterbug and he just said, "Yea, her ex husband is a real douchebag.."
.....I've got nothing to say.
OK, here goes the final study practice:
Algeria- Algiers (so easy)
Tunisia- Tunis (also easy
Morocco- Rabbat
Libya-Tripoli
Mauritania- Nouakchott
Mali- Bamako
Nigeria- Abuji
Niger- Niamey
Chad- Ndjamena
Senegal- Dakar
Gambia- Banjul
Guinea Bissau- Bissau (easy)
Guinea- Conakry
Liberia- Monrovia
Sierra Leone- Freetown (favorite one)
Ghana- Accra
Togo- Lome
Benin- Porta Nova
Burkina Faso- Ouagadougou
Equatorial Guinea- Malabo
Congo Republic- Brazzaville
CAR- Bangui
DRCongo- Kinshasa
Ethiopia- Addis Ababa
Sudan- Khartoum
Ok so this is where I stopped because right then, one of my crushes walked in. All I could think about was how I had coffee breath and that I was wearing my brother's cologne because I didn't feel like showering after my lessons this morning. I hope he smelled the man cologne over the coffee breath. We sat and talked and afterwards we both admitted we felt kind of high off all the caffeine. Questionable state in which to go into my map quiz.
I am seriously so buzzed, it's like we got beers after work.
But it wasn't even 10 a.m. and all we had was coffee.
/rebel
Sorry for the post delete last night. I hate doing that. But I also hate seeing the next morning how many
1. I'm listening to a guy at the register tell the register lady how he's going to propose tonight. She's asking where they met. He says at a gym in Canada; they were both boxing. He said she had a cute sweaty face so he went up to talk to her. I'm not making this up. He's
2. The register lady and I keep making eye contact. It's getting really uncomfortable because it's getting very apparent that I'm listening to every conversation she's having with her customers.
3. This doesn't have to do with Panera, but I'm typing in the African capitals to the countries in a Word document to study, and it keeps recognizing that I'm spelling them wrong and correcting the spelling for me. I'm not talking about like Kenya or Bamako. I'm talking about like Ouagadougou and Yamoussoukro. Touche, Word, touche.
4. A Panera worker ran out from behind the counter sobbing hysterically into to her boyfriend/friend/husband's arms. But it's a few minutes later now and I just casually glanced back and she doesn't look like she was crying at all. Maybe she was laughing really hard or something. Mysterious..
5. A group of elderly ladies and gentlemen are sitting near me and it's appearing as though they are a breakfast club that meets here every week/day? I like them a lot, right now they're talking about a crossword puzzle word they can't figure out. I'm secretly playing along, but they must be playing a really advanced puzzle because I don't know any of the answers. Also, one of the men is wearing a golf shirt embroidered with his fraternity letters and it's the letters of the fraternity of one of my crushes.
6. Another old man, about 75, sitting by himself over to my right is talking on his phone that's something like a Jitterbug and he just said, "Yea, her ex husband is a real douchebag.."
.....I've got nothing to say.
OK, here goes the final study practice:
Algeria- Algiers (so easy)
Tunisia- Tunis (also easy
Morocco- Rabbat
Libya-Tripoli
Mauritania- Nouakchott
Mali- Bamako
Nigeria- Abuji
Niger- Niamey
Chad- Ndjamena
Senegal- Dakar
Gambia- Banjul
Guinea Bissau- Bissau (easy)
Guinea- Conakry
Liberia- Monrovia
Sierra Leone- Freetown (favorite one)
Ghana- Accra
Togo- Lome
Benin- Porta Nova
Burkina Faso- Ouagadougou
Equatorial Guinea- Malabo
Congo Republic- Brazzaville
CAR- Bangui
DRCongo- Kinshasa
Ethiopia- Addis Ababa
Sudan- Khartoum
Ok so this is where I stopped because right then, one of my crushes walked in. All I could think about was how I had coffee breath and that I was wearing my brother's cologne because I didn't feel like showering after my lessons this morning. I hope he smelled the man cologne over the coffee breath. We sat and talked and afterwards we both admitted we felt kind of high off all the caffeine. Questionable state in which to go into my map quiz.
I am seriously so buzzed, it's like we got beers after work.
But it wasn't even 10 a.m. and all we had was coffee.
/rebel
Thursday
Between work and class, I pause to share these thoughts
I have an Africa map quiz tomorrow I should be studying for. A map quiz! I thought I passed 5th grade the first time around.
I hated the camera store for charging me 150 bucks on film and the syllabus for being serious and intimidating and the dark room for being dark. 6 weeks of this madness while I could just as easily snap a pic on my way to work and put that s#!4 on Instagram. What did I get myself into?
Then yesterday happened and we got to the hands-on part of it all- the part of these classes that made me fall for the studio in the first place. So I get in there with my film and do everything I think right, and take my print outside to check it out. And there it was. My first print! It was exhilarating, like seeing a painting come together. And rewarding, like getting everything right on a map quiz. I wanted to parade it around town and show everyone what I'd done and isn't it great? Just look at that fine grain detail!
Showing it to my professor (the Australian) brought on it's own list of mmm-no's and try-that-again's, but that wasn't the point. The point was that I got this motivation to want to do more, learn more, mess up more, try it again and again and really attempt to master the foundations of black and white photography. So while I expect more emotional troughs of frustration and contempt for this incredibly complicated skill, I'm also prepared to fully appreciate the darkness of the dark room and marvel at all the good photographers of the world. Hats off to you, Ansel Adams!
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There she is, in all her resin-coated paper glory!
Monday
Baby you're a song, you make me wanna roll my windows down
One of my professors is African and the other is Australian. Such a world-class education.
My mom recently said she liked Imagine Dragons. She didn't actually say that specifically, but everytime an Imagine Dragons song comes on my speakers, she yells from the other room, "Who's this singing!" So that's why I think that.
My African professor says "great" the way one of my brothers always says it... like "gret" ha I can't explain it but makes me miss him sooo bad. He gets back Wednesday and I can't waaaait.
My chipped polish was annoying me in my first class so in the fifteen minutes before the next one I bought this. Splash of grenadine. Personally I like the color better in the bottle than on my nails. But it's that good brand everyone likes, so.. not mad.
Using my family's old 35 mm for class. And I bought this magazine on impulse at the register- $5 for all but 3 measly (yet glowing) pages of Blake. The register lady looked at my lithium batteries and the camera hung around my neck like I was from 1991 or something. But shouldn't you be allowed to look like that if you are actually from 1991?
This picture of my mom and her friends came up on my news feed. No filter. (haha). But really.
This song to wake you up:
This song for the afternoon:
My mom recently said she liked Imagine Dragons. She didn't actually say that specifically, but everytime an Imagine Dragons song comes on my speakers, she yells from the other room, "Who's this singing!" So that's why I think that.
My African professor says "great" the way one of my brothers always says it... like "gret" ha I can't explain it but makes me miss him sooo bad. He gets back Wednesday and I can't waaaait.
My chipped polish was annoying me in my first class so in the fifteen minutes before the next one I bought this. Splash of grenadine. Personally I like the color better in the bottle than on my nails. But it's that good brand everyone likes, so.. not mad.
Using my family's old 35 mm for class. And I bought this magazine on impulse at the register- $5 for all but 3 measly (yet glowing) pages of Blake. The register lady looked at my lithium batteries and the camera hung around my neck like I was from 1991 or something. But shouldn't you be allowed to look like that if you are actually from 1991?
This picture of my mom and her friends came up on my news feed. No filter. (haha). But really.
This song to wake you up:
This song for the afternoon:
[insert song lyric about it being 2 am and I'm still awake/must be lonely?]
How can you be lonely with an iPhone chalk full of social media and a stuffed dolphin tucked in to the sheets next to you?
Not every day you think to blog from your phone, now is it? Hope you enjoyed the live blogging action I was doing today from the beer capital of North Carolina itself.
I'm so tired from this weeknd (you like that?) that I actually fell asleep on a tangled mound of sheets and comforters on my bed mid-text earlier tonight. You know how tired that is? Tired as sheet! (haha) So now I finally gathered up the layers of blankets and sandwiched myself in here ready for a crazy night of unconscious ecstasy (music festival? Naaah, sleep) and decided I'd get back on the ole mobile blogger to say:
1) hello
2) ask if youre ready (not ready) for one hell (literally) of a Monday, too?
3) goodnight
4) Hope you're sleeping more than I am right now.
Also that C and I stopped for Zaxbys on the way home today and that place is one forgotten gem. Drove a whole four miles off the highway just for some of that chicken tender love.
Also that brownie milkshakes are so much better when you split them and that rain on your windshield is the best soundtrack to good conversation and that I don't think I could make a three hour drive home take a whole six with anyone else. (Charlotte- Cary for us means Charlotte- to the next couple snacks/don't feel like driving anymore stops -to Cary. So that's like 6 hours right?) Google maps doesn't even know what he's talking about.
Not every day you think to blog from your phone, now is it? Hope you enjoyed the live blogging action I was doing today from the beer capital of North Carolina itself.
I'm so tired from this weeknd (you like that?) that I actually fell asleep on a tangled mound of sheets and comforters on my bed mid-text earlier tonight. You know how tired that is? Tired as sheet! (haha) So now I finally gathered up the layers of blankets and sandwiched myself in here ready for a crazy night of unconscious ecstasy (music festival? Naaah, sleep) and decided I'd get back on the ole mobile blogger to say:
1) hello
2) ask if youre ready (not ready) for one hell (literally) of a Monday, too?
3) goodnight
4) Hope you're sleeping more than I am right now.
Also that C and I stopped for Zaxbys on the way home today and that place is one forgotten gem. Drove a whole four miles off the highway just for some of that chicken tender love.
Also that brownie milkshakes are so much better when you split them and that rain on your windshield is the best soundtrack to good conversation and that I don't think I could make a three hour drive home take a whole six with anyone else. (Charlotte- Cary for us means Charlotte- to the next couple snacks/don't feel like driving anymore stops -to Cary. So that's like 6 hours right?) Google maps doesn't even know what he's talking about.
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