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May Favorite Things

Before you read this and decide that I am now a rambling psycho,
just know that I'm going through sporadic anxiety attacks,
because I have just realized it's June 1 tomorrow.
June 1 is in the same month as June 12,
which is technically the last day of sophomore year for us.

No.

I refuse to admit that I am 12 x 24 hours (I can't do math, so I won't give you the answer) away,
from being halfway done with college,
and from being only two years away from the real world.

I also refuse to believe that Finals are next week,
because if I start believing that,
then I'm going to be tempted to jump out the window,
or to calm myself with an entire tray full of brownies,
and neither of those options are necessarily good ones.
DEEP BREATHS.

For now, let's focus on prettier, better things from May.

1. Marc Jacobs Laptop Bag


Isn't she a beaut?
Because I am my sister's only baby sister,
she spoils me to no end.
She came into town to visit me on Memorial Day,
and included this in a huge bag of goodies.
My friends don't even question it anymore;
whenever they see me show up with something shiny and new,
they always say: "your sister?"
And I nod, and they tell me that when I tire of it to hand it down to them,
and I nod back graciously, but ha! ha! ha!
Little do they know I'm a hoarder and never tire of anything.



Creepier than a creepy grad student,
but it's oh so catchy.


3. Juicy Couture yo day parfoom.


Alright, I actually have not a clue which fragrance it really is,
but I'm going to go ahead and guess that it's the one in the link.
A sample roll-on was also included in my sister's "Care Bag for Care-Bear."
(just kidding, no one ever calls me Care Bear except me)...
Sometimes I wonder why she's so nice to me because I'm a huge brat,
but then I remember it's because my parents gave me to her in place of a puppy,
and who doesn't love puppies?
Especially a baby pretending to be a puppy?

(This scent actually rocks though. It's sweet and feminine, but "professional."
That's what my suitemate Leah told me after she dissed the smell of my hair products,
saying that they smelled too child-like and un-professional, I guess.)
4. Clueless.


I watched Clueless for the first time last night, and my thought the entire time was:
How have I missed out on this for so many years?!
I always think that I won't like older movies, when I actually really love them.
This is like the Mean Girls of the '90s,
and I. Am. In. Love.

(Young Paul Rudd's in it.)
(Go, go, go.)

5. My best friends meeting each other.


I tell my friends from home all about my friends from school,
and vice versa. Both groups are so incredibly important to me,
and this marks the first time they've intersected in person in any way.
(This is a lie - Mollie met them first, but Mollie lives in SF now,
so I don't count that.)
When everyone met Brina, they all kept on saying:
But I feel like I already know you!
And now, they do know each other and love each other (I hope),
and I'm the happiest little clam in the world.

Now, time to go freak out.

TTFN,
Rambling Psycho.
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A College Student, I Am

As much as I like to fool myself into thinking that I'm either:
a five-year-old child (why be an adult when being a child won't kill you),
a twenty-eight year old high roller (because I go to Starbucks on the daily),
or an eighty year old (see: bedtime = best time),
I'm actually a college student and loving it and am terrified of the day 
that the university drags me out of my dorm room, forces a cap and gown on me,
and then shoves me across the stage in 2015.

I'm milking college for all that it's got,
because when else in life am I going to get away with:


pretty much.

+ Housing being the most stressful thing in my life.
Nope, not apartment hunting or figuring out mortgages,
or even landscaping, or whatever else you do with a real property.
My dilemmas: picking suitemates, a dining club, and rooms.
(Although, this got figured out today -
woohoo, SUITES two years in a row!!!)

+Starting a psychology paper four hours ago. It's due at 9AM tomorrow.

+This is my room right now:



+ Attending a last lecture for a communications class,
and not even feeling guilty for not listening to 80% of what he was saying.
Prof, you're great and all, but... learning about Angry Birds for 2 hours? 
Roommate and I had a European dream cruise to plan {emphasis on dream}.

+ No matter how hard I try (which granted, isn't very hard), I can't feed myself nutritiously.
When else can I get away with eating a plate full of french fries for lunch?
{To my credit - I also ate two strawberries.}

+ And c'mon, this is how I dress myself:



On a good day.

Clearly, your argument is invalid.

Thank you, college.
Don't ever let me go.
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Memorial Day Weekend: It Wasn't Wasn't The Best Ever

If combustion by happiness was a thing,
I'd be a puddle of a rainbow of glittery, bedazzled confetti right about now.
This weekend, it was poof! I may or may not have peed my pants. A little.
Poof! I was twirling in graceful circles in a poppy field.
Poof! Poof! Po- you get the point.

Here's why: I got to see just about 97% of those on my list of favorite people in the world - those special beings who don't even need to constantly feed me gourmet meals with a gold spoon and compliment me on my every aspect for me to like them.

A brief (ha!) rundown of the highlights of the past four days:




FRIDAY: Celebrated our reunion with Michelle with some major grease and cheese // went and picked up Brina* from her hotel // came home and introduced her to everyone and anyone and did my best to prove that she actually is my best friend from home and not a look-a-like I hired to trick everyone into thinking that I might have friends at home. // had a eventful jolly night with old friends, new friends, and very new friends. Started off with Tim Tam Slams, and ended at 7am when Brina and I finally dozed off after spending the entire night talking. I love best friends.// 





SATURDAY: bid adieu to Brina // long-awaited Starbucks play-date w/ Michelle // a yummy lunch, where it was acknowledged that Cassandra and I act even more twin-ly than the twins do // went on a mission to find a famous sculpture on campus (because that's what you do when you feel like death), but instead we found a secret garden complete with a pond and ducks // went out** together for the first time ever, and reunited with loads and loads of our very favorite people // CASH CAB, Stanford Edition***



SUNDAY: went to the library to get a group project done, but convinced my partners to work outside in the sun instead because then I could put my sunglasses on and sneak a few Z's // devoured mac and cheese and a scrumptious sandwich at Pluto's with the roommate and the twins AND THEN went on to conquer Yogurtland directly after // unzipped pants because they were cutting off my circulation // told everyone we would go to the gym, but instead went over to our guy friends' suite to watch Arrested Development & weird Netflix test videos.





MONDAY****: Woke up within 5 minutes of our designated meeting time with the twins.  Being prompt - it ain't no thang // Found this waiting for us***** // Met up with my (real) (biological) (I wouldn't-have-it-any-other-way) sister and walked around Palo Alto, noshed on dimsum and noodle soup at Steam, and then ate gelato in the rain // did nothing for the rest of the day except inhale the yummy cupcakes that my sister brought for me and then we all Skyped with our friend Pablo who now lives in a barn in Arizona with a family of owls (dead. serious.), and now hello! Here I am!

*Somehow, I managed to convince Brina's parents to let me kidnap her for one night of their family vacation.

**By "went out," I mean we pleaded with our friend Jake to let us into the kitchen, where we ate cereal for half an hour while we observed other people party.

***Remember all of the real-world, practical advice we learned in kindergarten? Stranger danger, don't get in sketchy looking cars, and/or don't take offers from people that seem too good to be true? I'm just here to tell you (sorry parents), that after a long night out dancing with friends & your legs seem to be falling off, and you still have twenty minutes to walk in the freezing cold with only a tank top on... all of that goes out the window. Into the sketchy car we go, and thank God we did - because this "Cash Cab" was the fun-nest 10 minutes I can remember - and we won an Oreo for our trivial knowledge!

****Thank you, veterans. Thank you, those of you currently serving our country. Thank you, to your families and loved ones. Thank you, for sharing your day with us. 

*****


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Hey, It's OK!

Happy Thursday!
I thought I'd join the "It's OK Thursdays" fiesta over at Brunch with Amber.
... on the last Thursday that she is hosting it.

{But hey, that's okay!}

IT'S {also} OK...

*To bawl like a baby after watching this -
you bet I was full on ugly crying my face off the entire time,
but it's more than worth the scary mascara eyes and red, blotchy face.
RIP Zach, you have truly been an inspiration.


*To - after getting an innocent "Bi-Rite?" text from the roommate -
get up in the middle of our assignments,
put on sweats, walk out, drive into the city, and get ice cream.

(Sweats and the City, that's how we do.)

*To secretly be gleeful {and outwardly sympathetic} when you and your roommate
get incredible housing, while so many of your friends are either living in no-man's-land,
or worse - were unassigned {guaranteed} housing. The odds were indeed ever in our favor.

*To go grab Starbucks,
just because it's below 70 degrees a little bit chilly outside.

*To, after having a (literally) 20 minute stare-down with a spider, 
finally deciding my weapons of choice: a mini-vacuum, and my career planning handbook.



*To stay up until 2am reading Bossypants. That Tina.

*To have had three bowls of chicken noodle soup plus a bowl of tomato basil soup,
and a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch...
(It's Not-So OK?)
(Stop giving me that look; we never ever ever get soup!)


Its Ok Thursdays
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The One In Which A Whole Lotta Nothing Happens

In high school, I was the biggest goody-two-shoes there ever was.
Hours of my free time in the afternoons were spent not at Sonic Drive Thru 
sampling a rainbow of drink options with friends (I did that on weekends... duh.)
not going to friends' houses to do I-don't-even-know-what-because-I-never-went,
but on classroom couches, grilling my teachers about their weekend plans 
and kids and how do you really feel about us?

I was ... special.

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But through all those weeks of helping teachers grade papers,
or arranging meetings with other nerd-friends on how to save the environment,
I'd always be thinking "high school's setting me back. When I'm in college..."

I'd party till dawn.
Live the rockstar lifestyle.
Be the biggest social butterfly who ever fluttered the earth.

After still being completely knackered from last weekend,
when I stepped out of my suite socialized with a few friends,
you know what I did this weekend?

I didn't change out of my pajamas at all;
I set a personal goal of watching an entire season of FRIENDS,
and knocking out a few movies while I was at it;
I drew the blinds and shunned the sunshine,
and laid happily in my down blanket cocoon and refused to ... flutter,
except to go grab a humongous burrito because 
hey, I'm in college - I do what I want. (YOLO.)

I'll give you a second to process my wild ways.


Now, wait for it.

It was toga party this past weekend.

-My high school self is slapping my current self right now-

The most quintessentially college-party-life you could get.
And the entire duration of the party, I was a zombie in my room,
sobbing hysterically (happy tears! happy tears!) to The One With The Proposal, thinking: 
Chandler and Monica and Rachel and Phoebe and Joey and Ross
never had to go out (okay, at least they didn't show it - and what's not shown, is irrelevant).

Moral of this story about nothing:
When forced to choose between sweaty frats/making an effort,
or this:


I don't have to tell you the answer.

Off to work on my Vitamin D deficiency,
and to remind my friends that I (somehow) still exist.
Practice being a recluse in moderation, people.
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Friday Letters


Dear Crepevine,
I'm glad we found each other.

Dear sizable mountain of junk accumulating on my bedroom floor,
take care of yourself, yo. Ever heard of the phrase, "stay classy?"

Dear lack of a social life this weekend,
looks like it'll be you and me and Netflix! Maybe study-time can third wheel it?

Dear macaroni & cheese w/ buffalo chicken and snowballs of feta,
you are so delicious I had you for lunch and dinner. And on that note,

Dear spiced carrot cake that no one really seems to like for dessert,
don't you worry about a thing. I got this under control.

Dear Spotify iPhone app that I was jamming to at work even though I probably wasn't supposed to,
you. are. amazing. I may or may not have done a happy dance,
when I discovered all of your new features. iTunes schmi-Tunes - who is that anyway?

Dear roommate and suitemates and softball friends,
I want you to win. I really, really do. But I also want you guys to come home and hang out with me.

Dear midterms,
if you insist on existing, please make sure your name is accurate-
midterm implies ONE test in the MIDDLE of the term.
Check yo'self before you wreck yo'self.

Dear favorite TV shows,
why'd you have to leave me? Why'd you have to go?


Cheers to the freakin' weekend, mates!
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The Rite Way: BiRite Creamery

How do you know if a place has good life-changing ice cream?
A) If you are willing to drive two hours total to get to it.
B) If you withstand bone-chillingly cold weather in just shorts and tee's for it.
C) If you patiently stand in a twenty minute just for an itty bitty taste of it.
D) All of the above.

The answer is D), people.
The answer is also, if it's called Bi-Rite Creamery... just go.

{hi mom, stop spazzing - we were parked.}









My choices: ricanela & malted vanilla.
I swear, it might've been one of the top 10 favorite moments alive on this Earth,
right behind the very first time I tried Bi-Rite.

Take that however you want.

Memorable events of the day to note:

*Woke up at 6:30am to take Skyler to the airport,
drove about 1.5 hours w/ the roomie in the morning,
had breakfast,
and made it in the nick of time to class.
Holla.

*Happy birthday (yesterday!) to Skyler & Leah!
Crepevine & a candy store with Skyler,
and Yogurtland and boba tea w/ Leah.
Is it their birthday or mine?

*As a psychology major,
I majorly geeked out today.
Philip Zimbardo {of Stanford Prison Experiment fame}
guest-lectured my Social Psychology class,
in the classroom right next to the location of the experiment.
It was incredibly surreal - what an occasion.

Happy Wednesday!

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Weekend Snapshots










+ long walks on the beach by the fountains
+ I don't do hot dogs or nachos at ball games. I do chicken pesto crepes.
+ last home game for Stanford Softball - forever winners in my heart.*
on 90 degree days, there is no way but the feet-in-the-water way.
+ snaps for new friends! Skyler, you are amazing and red lipstick was made for you.
+ when planning to drive into SF in shorts and tanks for ice cream,
it may or may not be a good idea to check the weather first...
+ but nothing stops us from getting Bi-Rite. Not weather that looks like a hurricane 
is coming, not a twenty minute line, not the possibility of our car being towed.
+ midnight shenanigans: climbing lamp posts, and some shameless posing.


*Last year at this time, I only knew three girls on the softball team {and two of them only barely}. I still attended the last home game, but oh how different it was to be in the stands hearing unfamiliar names up at bat, forgetting even my roommate's number at times, and wondering why everyone was groaning when I thought something amazing happened. This year, I've got everyone's names and numbers down pat, and even know most of their individual cheers. I know their positions, most of the rules, and only flinch slightly when I think the ball's coming at me ha just kidding, I scream bloody murder and glare at my roommate in the outfield for not leaving her post in the middle of the game to run to me in the stands and swat the ball away from me, even if it wasn't anywhere close to hitting me at all. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that - I'm emotionally invested in this team, these people, their games. During the extra two innings on Saturday's game, my heart raced faster than when I watched J. Law win Best Actress at the Oscars. ANYWAY, I'm always going to pretend that they accept this fact: this team is my team; I have never believed anything more than I believe in the heart of this team - they are the strongest, most hard-working, genuinely kind and incomprehensibly smart girls on and off the field. Thank you guys for always including me, thank you seniors for putting the roomz in her place because I'm scared of what her strong arms can do and can't do it myself, and for always inviting me to your get-togethers. 

Good luck in Nebraska. You got this.

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Before I forget, I'm linking up with Chelsea over at lost.in.travels today for
I Love BlogLovin'. {Her blog is so cute - she makes me want to walk out of class,
and head to the airport for a one way flight to Korea(n BBQ).}

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To My Mama...


Well mom, you did it.
Years and years of tears,
and of arguments and tantrums on my part,
and "you'll thank me later"s on yours...

I am thanking you now.
For twenty years' worth of advice,
and discipline and lessons,
for the laughter and the conversations,
for all of the fun outings and for hours and hours at home,
for the hugs and the kisses,
for the most lovely home and family you've created,
and most importantly of all,
for the forever endless amounts of unconditional love.

I love you.
I miss you & will see you soon.
And thank you.

Love you, mama!