Wednesday

I put more than enough ketchup on my plate just so I'd get to eat more tater tots. And then I ran out of ketchup but still had 3 more tater tots. So I squirt more ketchup.  And the cycle continued until I was like ok 42 tater tots is enough stop now and I just had to suck it up and eat the last 3 dry tater tots without ketchup and they tasted like burnt crust.
MY LIFE IS SO HARD BUT SO TASTY

Happy happenings

If you happen to love music:



And if you happen to be interested in how my photography class is going/how my roommate is doing:

And if you happen to crave summer just as much as I do:


Daydreamers bracelet, $30, Kristin Cavallari for GLAMboutique

Cheese and Pasta

I destroyed my left foot this weekend tripping over a small stair. Like, perpendicularly jammed it into the step right in the part I had surgery on and face-planted on the ground. It hurt so bad I can't even walk normal and thought wearing uggs today would be comfortable and protective, but I just ended up tripping over my bear paw feet more than usual.  In other news I put lotion on my face after I got out of the shower and maybe I didn't dry my face of all the way but it's running into my eyes, stinging like lotion should when it gets in your eyes, and making me squint fiercely at the computer screen. 

This song would come on in Conad (the grocery store in Florence) last semester and I am feeling extra nostalgic about last semester today. The walks home from class, in particular. I would be so hungry and know I didn't have any food at the apartment so I'd stop in just for stuff to make dinner that night. Sometimes I'd get a muffin at the bakery on the way in because I'd be too hungry to wait til I got home to eat. There were 'albicoca" muffins which were like buttery vanilla with a little mango filling and white chocolate shavings on top. And there was also chocolate. I got the albicoca more times than I'd get the chocolate, but both were delicious.

Inside would be crowded and chaotic and foreign and scary and I couldn't use my vic card and I never, ever thought I'd miss it like I do. And I mean Harris Teeter is nice and has clean floors, packed full with all the good brands and I can actually see what kind of cheese I am buying like Sargento or the colby-monterey jack kind instead of just picking one that seemed somewhat provolone-like. But I miss when I had to pick a random seran-wrapped block of cheese from the pile of assorted blocks of cheeses and it ended up being the best cheese I ever had. It sliced nicely and tasted not too sharp, not too mild. And all my roommates would agree about how good it was. But when we wanted to go get more of it, we couldn't remember what the make-shift label had said, much less be able to pick it out again. So that would be the first and only time I'd ever have that cheese again. And we'd say stuff like "remember that cheese you got that one time that was so good!!" and next time anyone went grocery shopping, try to pick out the same kind of cheese. I'd pick one up and hold it in my hand like "hm, was this it? I don't know! What if it's not! I hope it is!" And it usually wasn't.  But then that time I'd pick out a different brand of pasta, and it'd be this thick, homemade kind that filled me up with one bowl. And the next day I'd be so excited for dinner to go home and eat more of this good kind of pasta. So it didn't matter that I didn't get the good kind of cheese that time because the kind of pasta I happened to get was so good I didn't care about what kind of cheese it was.

I'm still squinting from this god forsaken lotion in my eye. Gotta go wash this out.

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)