August 29, 2011
i feel like i've fit an entire lifetime into the last few days. it really is such a crazy awesome beautiful life. i'm all moved into my dorm now, so i'll have pictures of that to put up in the morning, but for now, my favorite pictures from the weekend, and a prayer of gratitude for safety through the hurricane (although it did take out the electricity at my school for a good 16 hours and wanted everyone to sleep in the gym overnight ... but that's another story).
August 25, 2011
on things with boys.
i suck at relationships.
not in a cute way, either.
i just straight-up suck.
i am so obtuse, so oblivious, that i can't see what's going on under my own nose, half the time.
more than half the time, when i finally realize what's going on, it's too late. or messed up beyond repair.
somebody, tell me - is it possible for your feelings to change in the space of three weeks? can you go from really liking someone to suddenly only being able to see their flaws and your own and the long, long list of why you wouldn't work together? is it giving up if you're really just changed your mind - or it was changed without your approval? is it a lie if you meant everything you said and said everything you felt?
i don't mean to hurt people. but i seem to be really good at it.
not in a cute way, either.
i just straight-up suck.
i am so obtuse, so oblivious, that i can't see what's going on under my own nose, half the time.
more than half the time, when i finally realize what's going on, it's too late. or messed up beyond repair.
somebody, tell me - is it possible for your feelings to change in the space of three weeks? can you go from really liking someone to suddenly only being able to see their flaws and your own and the long, long list of why you wouldn't work together? is it giving up if you're really just changed your mind - or it was changed without your approval? is it a lie if you meant everything you said and said everything you felt?
i don't mean to hurt people. but i seem to be really good at it.
Up A Tree
Hurricane season is so not my favorite.
Dear Irene,
I'm over you. Please stop ruining my last week of vacation with your dreariness and torrential downpours that make having decent hair at work a pipe dream. I guess I should thank you though, because when I look out my office window and see rain it isn't nearly as bad as watching a perfect sunny day go to waste. So, thanks for that. Kinda.
Love,
Emily
We did have a few gorgeous days though, and tomorrow promises to be the last one before we get hit for real on Sunday (college move-in day, of course). I get to go to the beach one last time with my blue-eyed guy, which is super exciting because I am such a beach girl. Or, I would be, if I didn't have an 8-5 M-F real-life grownup job (what's with that, anyway?).
Pictures from gorgeous sunny Wednesday, when the BFF and I went to the museum grounds to take advantage of the sun:
(We took a lot more, but they're on my laptop. At home. Which is helpful to precisely no one.)
I was hoping to have something witty to close with ... but nope. It's my last full day of work so all of my energy is elsewhere. Or just non-existant. You choose.
If it's sunny where you are, go climb some trees for me, and be happy :) It's a waste of time to be anything else.
Dear Irene,
I'm over you. Please stop ruining my last week of vacation with your dreariness and torrential downpours that make having decent hair at work a pipe dream. I guess I should thank you though, because when I look out my office window and see rain it isn't nearly as bad as watching a perfect sunny day go to waste. So, thanks for that. Kinda.
Love,
Emily
We did have a few gorgeous days though, and tomorrow promises to be the last one before we get hit for real on Sunday (college move-in day, of course). I get to go to the beach one last time with my blue-eyed guy, which is super exciting because I am such a beach girl. Or, I would be, if I didn't have an 8-5 M-F real-life grownup job (what's with that, anyway?).
Pictures from gorgeous sunny Wednesday, when the BFF and I went to the museum grounds to take advantage of the sun:
(We took a lot more, but they're on my laptop. At home. Which is helpful to precisely no one.)
I was hoping to have something witty to close with ... but nope. It's my last full day of work so all of my energy is elsewhere. Or just non-existant. You choose.
If it's sunny where you are, go climb some trees for me, and be happy :) It's a waste of time to be anything else.
August 23, 2011
let's play a game
i like this game. i play it all the time. it is always changing, never stagnant, always full of life and vim and so very, very many ideas. it doesn't have an official name, but if it did, it would go something like this:'This Time Next Year I Will Have My Own Apartment With the BFF and Holy Cow I Get to Decorate!'
oh yes.
see, i am an adventurer, but under all that i am also a nester. a hardcore, unapologetic nester. moving into college every year, decorating is one of the high points. my half of the room will change many times throughout the course of the semester, but those first few weeks are the roughest. many times my roommate comes home and things will be completely different than when she left. she just laughs.
now, i know that decorating an apartment will be much more challenging than one half of a dorm room. that's why places like urban outfitters have such a large share of my heart. so without further ado, things that are making my little nester's heart happy today:
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| an indoor hammock? seriously? yes. please. |
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| Alice in Wonderland shower curtain |
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| gorgoues lace curtain |
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| story of our lives |
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| how could you wake up anything but happy under this? |
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| this. 'nuff said. |
(all pictures are from urbanoutfitters.com)
August 22, 2011
Inflection Points
There have been many times that I've thought so, but I have the best boss in the world.
He is also one of the smartest guys I know. Not in a genuis, brainiac type way (though he is that too), but in a life kind of way.
Sometimes he likes to give me life talks. They usually come about as a result of discussing some project we're currently pursuing. He'll stop midsentence, look off into the distance for a few seconds, and go off on a completely different topic.
Today the topic was inflection points. Applicable both in math and in life experience, which I understood but let him explain anyway because that's how he likes to do things. And I enjoy listening to him teach.
He's sort of my own personal Grandmother Willow, if you will.
Anyway, he was talking about how life isn't always in a constant state. Sometimes you have good years, and sometimes not so good ones, and then sometimes, out of the blue, something happens that changes your direction completely. Without warning. You bend, but you don't break.
I'm having one of those right now. Those inflection point years. Back before I left for Scotland, I had my whole life figured out - at least I thought so. I was going to marry the guy I was seeing after graduation, we were going to find a house, and become missionaries in our own area. Try to find ways to be a light in darkness. This was his input too, just for the record. I'm not making this up. We were wild crazy in love, and we thought we had it all figured out. Then I wnet away, and things were fine for a while, and I got a promise ring in the mail for my birthday, and I was glowing in the reassurance of being loved and wanted and knowing where my life was going. Then in May something changed, and two weeks before I came home we broke up. I've heard from him twice since.
Talk about an inflection point. My whole future changed, and I had no idea what to do with my own life without him in it. I didn't understand it then, but now I'm convinced that God saw that we were putting each other before Him, and that it needed to change. I don't know what was, or is, going on in that guy's heart, but I've completely had to realign my own; bring it back to God. My life isn't my own, or anyone else's. It belongs to Him, and forgetting that can bring a good deal of heartbreak.
I'm changing, now. Inflecting. Trying to be better. I don't have a life plan anymore. I'm leaving it up to God. In the meantime I'm trying to do the best I can with everything I've been given, and to give more than I recieve. And I feel more "me" than I ever have before. It is a good year.
He is also one of the smartest guys I know. Not in a genuis, brainiac type way (though he is that too), but in a life kind of way.
Sometimes he likes to give me life talks. They usually come about as a result of discussing some project we're currently pursuing. He'll stop midsentence, look off into the distance for a few seconds, and go off on a completely different topic.
Today the topic was inflection points. Applicable both in math and in life experience, which I understood but let him explain anyway because that's how he likes to do things. And I enjoy listening to him teach.
He's sort of my own personal Grandmother Willow, if you will.
Anyway, he was talking about how life isn't always in a constant state. Sometimes you have good years, and sometimes not so good ones, and then sometimes, out of the blue, something happens that changes your direction completely. Without warning. You bend, but you don't break.
I'm having one of those right now. Those inflection point years. Back before I left for Scotland, I had my whole life figured out - at least I thought so. I was going to marry the guy I was seeing after graduation, we were going to find a house, and become missionaries in our own area. Try to find ways to be a light in darkness. This was his input too, just for the record. I'm not making this up. We were wild crazy in love, and we thought we had it all figured out. Then I wnet away, and things were fine for a while, and I got a promise ring in the mail for my birthday, and I was glowing in the reassurance of being loved and wanted and knowing where my life was going. Then in May something changed, and two weeks before I came home we broke up. I've heard from him twice since.
Talk about an inflection point. My whole future changed, and I had no idea what to do with my own life without him in it. I didn't understand it then, but now I'm convinced that God saw that we were putting each other before Him, and that it needed to change. I don't know what was, or is, going on in that guy's heart, but I've completely had to realign my own; bring it back to God. My life isn't my own, or anyone else's. It belongs to Him, and forgetting that can bring a good deal of heartbreak.
I'm changing, now. Inflecting. Trying to be better. I don't have a life plan anymore. I'm leaving it up to God. In the meantime I'm trying to do the best I can with everything I've been given, and to give more than I recieve. And I feel more "me" than I ever have before. It is a good year.
Weekend Highlights
My papa is the kind of guy who you can't buy anything for, so instead of trying, I got him a giant ice cream cake and went to visit him at lunch on Friday (we work for the same company). I wasn't expecting much more than a father/daughter lunch, but several of his co-workers stopped in and we spent a really nice hour laughing and telling stories and picking on each other, and especially on my dad. He is the youngest 50 year old I know, and I love him so very much.
I spent Saturday with this blue-eyed guy, hiking at Rickett's Glen, which is this breathtakingly gorgeous state park with over 22 waterfalls, 19 of which we got to see. We hiked the 7.2 mile loop, which isn't nearly as difficult as was described to us, but was mostly uphill. There is supposed to be a pretty sizeable population of black bear in that certain area, but thankfully they stayed to themselves on Saturday.
After we got home we spent hours on the couch watching really stupid B movies (think Swamp Shark and Megashark vs. Crocosaurus) and laughing hysterically. I think I like him a little more than I was planning on.
Sunday turned out to be one of those days where you don't plan anything, but the best things just kind of happen. I skipped church, slept in, and then spent a couple hours out in the sun, reading Love Wins by Rob Bell. If you haven't read it yet, I would definitely suggest reading it. It's currently taking the world of Christianity by storm, so of course I had to pick it up. I may not agree with all the conclusions that it comes to, but it makes me think ... and after all, isn't that the point? We're never going to understand God, but he wants us to keep searching for Him and challenging ourselves. It's a beautiful process.
The rest of the day I spent with my family ... and we actually all got along (if you knew my family, you would understand that this is a minor sort of miracle). I'm so grateful that we could have a good day together before I head back to school next weekend.
Oh yeah, and I got a refund check in the mail from my school! I am very aware that it will all be sucked by up by them very quickly, but for now? It's a good start to the week.
Happy Monday!
I spent Saturday with this blue-eyed guy, hiking at Rickett's Glen, which is this breathtakingly gorgeous state park with over 22 waterfalls, 19 of which we got to see. We hiked the 7.2 mile loop, which isn't nearly as difficult as was described to us, but was mostly uphill. There is supposed to be a pretty sizeable population of black bear in that certain area, but thankfully they stayed to themselves on Saturday.
After we got home we spent hours on the couch watching really stupid B movies (think Swamp Shark and Megashark vs. Crocosaurus) and laughing hysterically. I think I like him a little more than I was planning on.
Sunday turned out to be one of those days where you don't plan anything, but the best things just kind of happen. I skipped church, slept in, and then spent a couple hours out in the sun, reading Love Wins by Rob Bell. If you haven't read it yet, I would definitely suggest reading it. It's currently taking the world of Christianity by storm, so of course I had to pick it up. I may not agree with all the conclusions that it comes to, but it makes me think ... and after all, isn't that the point? We're never going to understand God, but he wants us to keep searching for Him and challenging ourselves. It's a beautiful process.
The rest of the day I spent with my family ... and we actually all got along (if you knew my family, you would understand that this is a minor sort of miracle). I'm so grateful that we could have a good day together before I head back to school next weekend.
Oh yeah, and I got a refund check in the mail from my school! I am very aware that it will all be sucked by up by them very quickly, but for now? It's a good start to the week.
Happy Monday!
August 18, 2011
Awkward & Awesome Thursday
I've been seeing this idea on a lot of blogs lately, and it is super rad.
So yes. Here goes.
So yes. Here goes.
Awkward
(This could be a really, really long list - but I'm going to abbreviate it, for all of ours sakes)
1. Yesterday, shopping in Wet Seal with the BF. I find a cute dress, hold it in front on me, and start doing my "sexy dance." Turns out this includes a lot of awkward movements. Turns out too, that there was an older lady behind me. Staring disapprovingly. Turns out my best friend would rather pretend she doesnt know me than tell me about the lady, who probably went home and prayed for my ever-loving soul.
2. This shirt:
... like, come on, dudes.
3. The BF"s poor stalkee was not at the Best Buy. We would know, because we circled the entire store three times while trying not to look suspicious, then left without buying anything. This is not an easy task. Please appreciate.
4. I fell on my face twice at work yesterday. In flats. I never fall in heels, but the second those flats touch my feet, it's like I'm wearing flippers. Or clown shoes. Someone please explain?
Awesome
1. Driving to work this morning, the rain suddenly stopped and out of nowhere, all this glorious sunlight came streaming out of the clouds. I'm pretty sure it was God saying, "Hey! I'm still here!"
2. Glozell's videos on YouTube. Have you seen them? No? Then get over there and check them out. Pronto. "Is you okay? Is you? Good, cause I wanted to know."
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This gem is from the video where she tests hair removal strips. She is a brave, brave lady. I suggest you not be eating or drinking anything while watching, because you will spit is everywhere while laughing your ass off. This is from experience.  |
3. Cute boys with blue eyes and guitars. I have a good feeling about this one, and our date tonight. (Then again, I've never liked anyone with blue eyes before. They aren't usually my type ... So who knows.) (Totally kidding.)
4. Saturday is my papa's 50th birthday. He will be officially over the hill. I have big plans in the works ;)
5. Um, hello, it's Thursday! 32 hours until the weekend; is there anything better?
Happy Thursday kiddos :)
August 17, 2011
choices, choices
There are a lot of things that I could let get me down today - if I wanted.
I could be upset that one of my best friends is sort of in love with me (at least he thinks he is), and for that reason, is refusing to speak to me.
I could be upset that as a result of the above drama and emotional eating, there are several (more than several?) unwanted pounds hanging out in my hip / ass region (so not cool).
I could be upset that I'm stuck in an office on the first sunny day we've had in a week.
I could be upset that school starts in a little over a week, and I am so not ready.
I could be upset about how I don't have nearly enough money to get through the school year.
I could be upset about a million other, stupid trivial things.
... But why would I want to dwell on them?
Instead, I've made it my mission today to find things that make me smile. And you know what? They're everywhere.
Exhibit A: Emails from coworkers.
Exhibit C: Best friends
There's no picture for this one, but I get to spend this evening with mine,stalking making friends with the cute salesman at Best Buy. He is so not my type, but he's hers and she's creepy like that. The girl wants what she wants; you gotta give her credit for that.
So today, instead of letting the little things get into your head (hips?) and weigh you down, look for the things that make you smile. Make the choice to be happy and find joy.
It is so worth it.
I could be upset that one of my best friends is sort of in love with me (at least he thinks he is), and for that reason, is refusing to speak to me.
I could be upset that as a result of the above drama and emotional eating, there are several (more than several?) unwanted pounds hanging out in my hip / ass region (so not cool).
I could be upset that I'm stuck in an office on the first sunny day we've had in a week.
I could be upset that school starts in a little over a week, and I am so not ready.
I could be upset about how I don't have nearly enough money to get through the school year.
I could be upset about a million other, stupid trivial things.
... But why would I want to dwell on them?
Instead, I've made it my mission today to find things that make me smile. And you know what? They're everywhere.
Exhibit A: Emails from coworkers.
From: Daryl ----
To: Emily ----
To: Emily ----
Feeling better today?
From: Emily ----
Much J thanks!
From: Daryl ----
Good to hear… now get back to work.
Exhibit B: Inspirational pictures from Pinterest (anyone else completely obsessed?)
Exhibit C: Best friends
There's no picture for this one, but I get to spend this evening with mine,
So today, instead of letting the little things get into your head (hips?) and weigh you down, look for the things that make you smile. Make the choice to be happy and find joy.
It is so worth it.
August 15, 2011
10 Monday Confessions
1. I spend far too much time looking at other people's lives and comparing them to mine. Also looking at Flickr. I wish I had a smidgeon of the talent those people do.
2. It has taken me 21 years to like my body, be comfortable with it, and think of myself as beautiful. There are a lot of things that I would like to change yet; they bother me some days more than others (example: I hate my butt. and being flat chested - it sucks. big time.).
3. When it comes down to it, I have an incredibly difficult time making decisions, especially when the feelings of other people are involved.
4. A guy at work told me that I was intimidating until he got to know me. It hurt a little, because I try to be friendly and nice to everyone here. Then I realized that it probably has to do a lot with how I present myself. I wear a lot of black, and when I focus on something, my demeanor gets really intense. Unfortunately, I love black (I think it's one of the classiest colors around!), and I'm not sure how to change the other.
5. I am not a talker. I'm a listener. I can listen to other people's problems forever, but when it comes to discussing mine? Nope. I shut down like a clam. I have problems getting too close to people. It bothers my friends and it bothers me too, but that's just how it is.
6. I love rain! Looking at it out my office window is making me soooo sleepy.
7. I have a sick obsession with split ends. Not that I like them, but that the second I see one, I have to do something about it. And then I have to go through and make sure there are no others hiding anywhere.
8. I am a hopeless romantic. What girl isn't? I love holding hands and inside jokes and sweet messages (even better - letters!) and that dizzying "first kiss" feeling.
9. After graduation, I'll be getting an apartment with my best friend in the whole world. It's one of the things I'm most excited about.
10. I can't wait to have kids. Obviously I have to, and I will, but whenever there are babies around it's like my body is entirely focused on them, saying "I want one! Get me one!" So I have to remind it that now is so totally not the time, and that good things are worth waiting for. But I've known my whole life that I will be an excellent mom, and whenever I date a guy one of my greatest prerequisites is whether he would be a good father. If he doesn't make the cut ... well, he's gone.
(** Note: this makes normal college dating extremely difficult. I don't advise it.)
This is kind of a depressing list, now that I look at it. I'm not depressed.
I swear.
In fact, life is really good right now. Rain just makes me introspective.
Happy Monday <3
PS. Found this today. What could be cuter?
2. It has taken me 21 years to like my body, be comfortable with it, and think of myself as beautiful. There are a lot of things that I would like to change yet; they bother me some days more than others (example: I hate my butt. and being flat chested - it sucks. big time.).
3. When it comes down to it, I have an incredibly difficult time making decisions, especially when the feelings of other people are involved.
4. A guy at work told me that I was intimidating until he got to know me. It hurt a little, because I try to be friendly and nice to everyone here. Then I realized that it probably has to do a lot with how I present myself. I wear a lot of black, and when I focus on something, my demeanor gets really intense. Unfortunately, I love black (I think it's one of the classiest colors around!), and I'm not sure how to change the other.
5. I am not a talker. I'm a listener. I can listen to other people's problems forever, but when it comes to discussing mine? Nope. I shut down like a clam. I have problems getting too close to people. It bothers my friends and it bothers me too, but that's just how it is.
6. I love rain! Looking at it out my office window is making me soooo sleepy.
7. I have a sick obsession with split ends. Not that I like them, but that the second I see one, I have to do something about it. And then I have to go through and make sure there are no others hiding anywhere.
8. I am a hopeless romantic. What girl isn't? I love holding hands and inside jokes and sweet messages (even better - letters!) and that dizzying "first kiss" feeling.
9. After graduation, I'll be getting an apartment with my best friend in the whole world. It's one of the things I'm most excited about.
10. I can't wait to have kids. Obviously I have to, and I will, but whenever there are babies around it's like my body is entirely focused on them, saying "I want one! Get me one!" So I have to remind it that now is so totally not the time, and that good things are worth waiting for. But I've known my whole life that I will be an excellent mom, and whenever I date a guy one of my greatest prerequisites is whether he would be a good father. If he doesn't make the cut ... well, he's gone.
(** Note: this makes normal college dating extremely difficult. I don't advise it.)
This is kind of a depressing list, now that I look at it. I'm not depressed.
I swear.
In fact, life is really good right now. Rain just makes me introspective.
Happy Monday <3
PS. Found this today. What could be cuter?
August 12, 2011
*insert Rebecca Black reference here*
Dudes.
It's 1:30 in the afternoon and I have just realised that it is Friday! Which doesn't say much about my brain today, perhaps, but it means I will be thiiiiiiis much happier for the rest of the day! Also, it means that I'm going to have that soul-sucking failure of a song stuck in my head, but that's okay.
The chart-topping hit "Friday" came out while I was in Scotland. I thought it was a joke when I heard it being played on the radio, until a friend sat down and explained it to me ... and then it became sort of our own inside running joke. The student club we used to go to on weekends (The infamous Big Cheese, known for playing current hits and all cheesy chart toppers in the history of radio) would play it weekly, and it got to the point where we knew every. single. word. We hated it and loved it, simultaneously.
... Writing this is really making me miss Scotland. Of course there are plenty (more than plenty, really) things to keep me occupied here, and I find that the busier I am, the less I think about where I would rather be. But I miss it. I miss it like woah.
I miss waking up in the middle of the night to drunken fights outside my flat window. I miss being able to walk to 2 different H&Ms within 15 minutes. I miss the crazy accents. I miss my Early Modern Scottish History lecturer, who was genuinely crazy, and one of the coolest people I have ever known (he was old and played in a folk band, and thought that fairies and witches were real). I miss radom trips to Glasgow or London for the weekend, or North Berwickshire for the day. I miss the "bubblies" - the pocket storms that would come out of nowhere and disappear within an hour. I miss sitting in the library for aimless hours, reading the most unbelievable things about Celts and Romans and pillaging and the defiling of nuns (inside joke). I miss getting excited about finding American things like barbeque sauce and pringles. I miss 'my spot' on top of Calton Hill, in the middle of the city, where you can see the sea and all of Edinburgh and (apparently) Norway on a very clear day; it's where I was always happiest. I miss all the culture and feeling of belonging to a place. I miss the jagged beauty and the harsh winds and the wonderful people that I was surrounded with.
I do like having the sun, though. That is one thing Scotland will never be able to compete with the United States in.
Tonight I'm off to a local fair to get my redneck on. Monster trucks and carnival games and fried foods, yes please.
xxxx (scottish way of signing off)
It's 1:30 in the afternoon and I have just realised that it is Friday! Which doesn't say much about my brain today, perhaps, but it means I will be thiiiiiiis much happier for the rest of the day! Also, it means that I'm going to have that soul-sucking failure of a song stuck in my head, but that's okay.
The chart-topping hit "Friday" came out while I was in Scotland. I thought it was a joke when I heard it being played on the radio, until a friend sat down and explained it to me ... and then it became sort of our own inside running joke. The student club we used to go to on weekends (The infamous Big Cheese, known for playing current hits and all cheesy chart toppers in the history of radio) would play it weekly, and it got to the point where we knew every. single. word. We hated it and loved it, simultaneously.
... Writing this is really making me miss Scotland. Of course there are plenty (more than plenty, really) things to keep me occupied here, and I find that the busier I am, the less I think about where I would rather be. But I miss it. I miss it like woah.
I miss waking up in the middle of the night to drunken fights outside my flat window. I miss being able to walk to 2 different H&Ms within 15 minutes. I miss the crazy accents. I miss my Early Modern Scottish History lecturer, who was genuinely crazy, and one of the coolest people I have ever known (he was old and played in a folk band, and thought that fairies and witches were real). I miss radom trips to Glasgow or London for the weekend, or North Berwickshire for the day. I miss the "bubblies" - the pocket storms that would come out of nowhere and disappear within an hour. I miss sitting in the library for aimless hours, reading the most unbelievable things about Celts and Romans and pillaging and the defiling of nuns (inside joke). I miss getting excited about finding American things like barbeque sauce and pringles. I miss 'my spot' on top of Calton Hill, in the middle of the city, where you can see the sea and all of Edinburgh and (apparently) Norway on a very clear day; it's where I was always happiest. I miss all the culture and feeling of belonging to a place. I miss the jagged beauty and the harsh winds and the wonderful people that I was surrounded with.
I do like having the sun, though. That is one thing Scotland will never be able to compete with the United States in.
Tonight I'm off to a local fair to get my redneck on. Monster trucks and carnival games and fried foods, yes please.
xxxx (scottish way of signing off)
August 11, 2011
Whaddup, Thursday?
So, because I haven't really introduced myself at all, here's a really fun A to Z quiz that I found. I love quizzes!
Bad Habit: swearing. Being vain. Sometimes I can have a really bad temper. Running only when I'm angry. Not staying in touch with people I love nearly enough. Talking to God only when I want something.
Education: working on it. Next spring I’ll have a bachelor’s in international relations, with a double minor in politics and environmental studies. No, I do not have a life plan.
Guilty Pleasures: Jesse McCartney. Pride & Prejudice. Dancing in my underwear.
Ice Cream: Mint chocolate chip. Moosetracks. Bing Cherry. It’s so hard to decide.
Kryptonite: Boys with guitars, or holding babies. Boys with beautiful eyes. Boys in general. Cute and wildly unpractical shoes. Bathing suits and chocolate anything.
Look-a-like: I was told last week that I look like Anne Hathaway. Ridiculous.
Nickname: Rabbit, Eeemahlee (from my roommate), Mrs. Boo (from my papa), Sugar Eyes (from my friend in high school), Jellybean (from a friend).
Obsession: Channing Tatum. My Nikon. Being in love. Being 21. Tennyson's poetry. Punctuation.
Quirk: My nostrils flare when I lie. It’s a dead giveaway, once people realize it.
Regret: Not giving everything I have to everything I do. Not knowing the difference between giving up and letting go. Waiting so long to love myself.
Starbucks: Coconut Frappuccino. So. Much. Energy.
Thrift Find of the Year: My beautiful soft brown leather knee high Clark boots that I found in Edinburgh for 10 quid. Even when I have children, I cannot imagine loving them more than I love those boots.
University: Ursinus College, class of 2012! University of Edinburgh (1 semester).
Vacation: Spring Holiday in Italy last semester, resulting in the worst sunburn of my life. That, or the week I spent in OCMD and Assateague Island with some of my closest friends.
Wine: I’ve never had it.
X: ... Well, this is a useless letter. Um, exasperating? Boys. Boys are exasperating.
Zen: the ocean on a quiet night. Not the boardwalk, just the waves going on forever and ever. So many stars that feel so infinite, and I feel so small.
Ambition: to be a hippie! To wear aviators every day, and tie dye, and live out of a volkswagon microbus. To quit my office job and take millions of pictures and be free.
Bad Habit: swearing. Being vain. Sometimes I can have a really bad temper. Running only when I'm angry. Not staying in touch with people I love nearly enough. Talking to God only when I want something.
City: Edinburgh, Scotland. It’s the only city I’ve ever lived in, and within a month it felt like home. I miss it every day. Venice was incredible too, but I wouldn’t want to live there.
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| My beautiful, beautiful city. Can your heart belong to a city? Mine belongs here. |
Drink: Green tea. Scottish breakfast blend tea. Any kind of tea. I could live off of tea.
Education: working on it. Next spring I’ll have a bachelor’s in international relations, with a double minor in politics and environmental studies. No, I do not have a life plan.
Food: everything. No, seriously. Except for brussel sprouts.
Guilty Pleasures: Jesse McCartney. Pride & Prejudice. Dancing in my underwear.
Hometown: Birdsboro, Pennsylvania. Except not, because I sort of live in the middle of nowehere between three different towns.
Ice Cream: Mint chocolate chip. Moosetracks. Bing Cherry. It’s so hard to decide.
Jonesing for: Some time away. My semester abroad spoiled me: I am resultantly obsessed with travelling and chaffing at being stuck in southeastern Pennsylvania (at least for now).
Kryptonite: Boys with guitars, or holding babies. Boys with beautiful eyes. Boys in general. Cute and wildly unpractical shoes. Bathing suits and chocolate anything.
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| Example of wildly impractical shoes. I'm still waiting for a reason to wear them back home. |
Look-a-like: I was told last week that I look like Anne Hathaway. Ridiculous.
Movie: She’s The Man. Last year I watched it once a day for about a week straight. My roommate knew exactly what I was doing when I would bust up laughing for no obvious reason. Despite this, she loves me and does not judge me for it.
Nickname: Rabbit, Eeemahlee (from my roommate), Mrs. Boo (from my papa), Sugar Eyes (from my friend in high school), Jellybean (from a friend).
Obsession: Channing Tatum. My Nikon. Being in love. Being 21. Tennyson's poetry. Punctuation.
Perfume: Daisy by Marc Jacobs.
Quirk: My nostrils flare when I lie. It’s a dead giveaway, once people realize it.
Regret: Not giving everything I have to everything I do. Not knowing the difference between giving up and letting go. Waiting so long to love myself.
Starbucks: Coconut Frappuccino. So. Much. Energy.
Thrift Find of the Year: My beautiful soft brown leather knee high Clark boots that I found in Edinburgh for 10 quid. Even when I have children, I cannot imagine loving them more than I love those boots.
University: Ursinus College, class of 2012! University of Edinburgh (1 semester).
Vacation: Spring Holiday in Italy last semester, resulting in the worst sunburn of my life. That, or the week I spent in OCMD and Assateague Island with some of my closest friends.
Wine: I’ve never had it.
X: ... Well, this is a useless letter. Um, exasperating? Boys. Boys are exasperating.
Years: 21. It seems like so many and so few, all at the same time, and it’s the happiest age I’ve been yet. I would love to be 21-feeling forever.
Zen: the ocean on a quiet night. Not the boardwalk, just the waves going on forever and ever. So many stars that feel so infinite, and I feel so small.
see, how fun was that? Happy Thursday, lovebugs!
August 10, 2011
Hey! Hi! Hello! I’m Emily.
This is me. There, on the right.
I also really love inspirational quotes. My life is wallpapered in them. So here's one to brighten your day (and mine):
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On the left is my best friend. We were in |
I had a blog while I was studying abroad in Scotland
So, about me, I guess.
First off, I’m really good at transitions (that’s a lie). I also really love grammar (not a lie). My 7th grade English teacher instilled that in me. She was a crazy little Italian woman who used to lie on the floor when we messed up, telling us to go ahead and walk all over her because we were already breaking her heart. We never really knew how to react.
Secondly (but most important), I love Jesus. I got baptized 4 years ago but it wasn’t until this last year that I actively started searching Him out. It’s painful at times, but every step is worth it. More on this later.
August 29th marks the first day of my last year as a college student. Terrifying, amiright? By the time I graduate I’ll be an International Relations major, with a double minor in Politics and Environmental Science. Yes, it is a weird combination. No, I have no idea what I’m going to do with it. It’s cool.
I like to eat. Scratch that. I L.O.V.E. to eat. Truly madly deeply. There are a lot of other things I like, but that tops the list.
During the summer I work at a plastics company, in the water technologies department. It’s a great job. I spend far too much time talking to my co-workers. But when I focus and get down to it, I’m a machine. I’m at work right now. Obviously not in machine mode. I need to be, though, so this is it for now. Do I fail at first posts? Probably.
I also really love inspirational quotes. My life is wallpapered in them. So here's one to brighten your day (and mine):
Doug Horton
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