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One of a Kind

This past weekend I went to the artfair in my hometown (Birmingham, MI). I’ve been trying to save money for New Zealand, but naturally, my mom has been wanting to buy me things left and right (only child, need I say more?). I balked until I came across this jeweler. I tried on a few rings, they were all too big, then I saw this magnificent beast a few feet back in the booth and I swear when I slipped that beauty, I felt like Harry Potter when he picked up his wand and Ollivander goes (in his British accent of course) “,curious, verry curious.” (I’d like to think Ollivander was calling that magical glowing light from the ceiling curious).

 

So. Without too much persuasion from my mom, I got money out of the ATM – she doesn’t believe in ATMs – and she wrote me a check…. Needless to say I promptly snapped a picture with my coffee cup.

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In case you’re wondering, yes, she did have more rings in the style of mine, but nowhere near as massively awesome. Nevertheless, she’s known for a different technique than my ring, so check her out. She’s very nice, and loves what she does. (She asked me when I bought my ring if I was ready to wear a sculpture on my hand).

Tana Acton

 

Have a good week! Hopefully I won’t be too busy and can do another post.

xx

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Failed Spring Rolls and Shopping Lockdown Gone Awry

Dear Readers,

I think I’m slowly dying for inability to go shopping. Really, seriously, I think it’s happening. On a side note, I don’t think my attempt at making fried spring rolls the other night helped me. They looked good, and tasted like mush. I am forever buying my spring rolls from now on 😦

I know I’m on shopping lockdown until spring break (3 weeks, WOO), but I may or may not have cheated this weekend when I went to Target to buy Valentine’s Day cards for my mom, dad and hair stylist…. I saw a hat. The most magical hat in the world, and I don’t do hats. I just don’t. I think I do now… It was only $15? Does that make it any better?

I’m trying to be responsible I swear, but I think I’m losing my mind a little bit. Once again, I blame the sad, crunchy on the outside, and soggy on the inside spring rolls. Really, this weekend/week has been quite full of fails and good things. I got my hair cut on Friday, see Ms. Witherspoon below. And then went to Ann Arbor to see a friend (he had the chance to be more than a friend)…. It was not so good. Nice guy, but he wouldn’t know how to make a move if it hit him over the head. and he’s a model/actor!!! You’d think he had an ego of some size to work with. No. And I just wasn’t that interested, he seemed to be lacking something… Oh, yes, a personality.

 

Sadly, my hair isn’t as naturally wavy, and my face is rounder and I can’t help but worry it makes my face look fat. But my roommate said it’s “edgy” (which is not a word in her vocabulary. She’s quite the little prepster you see, so I take it as quite a compliment).

More to come soon, I promise 🙂

xx

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Oh the Best of News! [and Other Things]

My missing camera has been found! While driving to breakfast yesterday morning, my roommate found it in the backseat of my car under the driver’s seat. So instead of it being right under my nose, it was right under my butt… There’s some irony hiding in there somewhere I’m sure.

So, as soon as my physics homework and biology homework is done, I shall be back! With at least 2 posts today. Get excited. But since I’m here bothering you anyhow, I shall share things! I’ve had one of those weeks where I feel like I’m just not doing that well (the mono is gone by the way), and I’m kind of unwanted to be totally honest. I hate it. So, I’ve made a new playlist called “Yeah, I’m Hot as Fuck,” because sometime you just need that boost.

“Keep looking my way, my head is held high. You wanna bring me down? I dare you to try.”

xx

ps. this is the playlist, but it’s being quite rude… This is the best I could do, but the link works fine 🙂

http://www.hypster.com/flash/player.swf?id=3579963:4472074:1&autoplay=false

What Higher Education Does to Us:

This is by no means a post slamming college education, I’m in the middle of mine and A. loving it, and B. really quite excited to be here in general. But, there are some things I see people do, or hear stories of from my friends, that makes me want to stereotype them all. Not in a bad way, but in a funny way. Sorry, there’s no other way to put that.

1. The Professor with No Degree – This guy is honestly quite scary. Luckily, there’s only usually ever one of these guys in a lecture hall at a time, but that’s all the professor or the rest of us students can take. He sits up perfectly straight, answers every single question that the professor asks, even if it’s “Oh, where did I set my whiteboard marker?” If he doesn’t yell it out, it’s because he’s creepily whispering the answer under his breath. This particular character sounds like something from a bad 80’s high school movie, but I swear they’re out there. For example, freshman year, my friends had a kid in their chemistry class that would have arguments with the professor in class (and always be wrong). He also happened to be obsessed with the American TV show NCIS… So that was his new secret nickname. By the end of the year my friends were grumbling how “if NCIS says one more thing in class today, I WILL throw my calculator at his head!”)

2. The Jitterbug – This girl ends up getting glares from the whole class by then end of the lecture. She needs something else every single moment of class. First she comes in late, has to take out her papers, and pen and cell phone, and laptop. You think after a few minutes she’s done rustling. Nope. No such luck, now she needs gum, and has to rustle around for that for another three minutes, and in her frenzy to find gum she drops a very loud notebook off her desk. This girl is usually done removing and finding her life in her oversized tote bag about 5 minutes before class is over.

3. The Prom Queen – There’s generally not too much wrong with this girl, but none the less she disgusts me. On an average day, she flounces into class just on time in black leggings, Ugg boots, and a Northface jacket with some generic white v-neck tee shirt underneath carrying her sorority’s customized greek letter tote bag… wearing way too much makeup. Dark makeup, in the middle of the day. She then spends the whole class texting her ‘friends’ with wayyyyy tooo many vowellsss in herr wordss. In her defense, most of the time she’s really a nice person. I just need to get her to agree to let me give her a makeover, that’s all.

4. The Reader – This one I’ll never understand. I honestly saw her more in high school than now in college but, this girl comes to class and honestly looks like she’s ready to learn. She comes on time, sets out all her various materials and then…. cracks open a book? Not even a school book, a fun reading book that, in most cases, I’d like to get my paws on as well. But you’re in class! You cannot multitask that way my dear, I’m very sorry. In the case of college, why come to class when you’re going to read anyhow?! This girl only bothers me because I love to read, and on a given day if I had a choice that’s what I’d be doing. She makes me jealous and re-think my priorities basically haha.

5. The Sleeper – More often than not, an average guy that likes video games way too much. The new COD (Call of Duty) came out so how is he not supposed to play it? He can be seen slowly falling asleep throughout class, though occasionally waking up to glance around the room, as if afraid he teleported somehow in his sleep. I actually witnessed one of these guys today! He woke up just in time to answer the questions each student gets points for. In his defense, he was cute, I like video games (a lot), and he held open the door for me on the way in and the way out of the hall.

xx

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Dear Younger Self

I really want to share this letter I wrote to myself my senior year of high school (3 years ago), to my 13-year old self. If I can say anything about the letter it’s very clear I had a one track mind, that I Needed myself to know. For anyone wondering, this is an amazing way to let things go or make you see facets of yourself you didn’t before. Here it is:

Dear younger self,

            In middle school I know you were going through a rough time: your mind was surrounded by confusion with yourself, school, friends, trying to figure out what you stood for in life, and your beliefs. Frustration was a huge part of this awkward time, as well as anger at never being good enough, smart enough, pretty enough, etc. Fear at what was to come in high school was a huge component of this constant frustration, and we can’t forget the chronic anxiety. At. Everything. Small things that never should have mattered, especially to a middle- schooler, could make you break down and cry the moment you got home and safely into your room. Getting a “bad” grade (maybe a B on a test), or fear that your friends were gossiping about you when you got up from the lunch room table. In fact, anything that could possibly be said that was bad about you scared the hell out of you- even comments your teachers or parents said, not to mention what the “popular” people were possibly saying about you.

            All I have to say is DON’T WORRY. I know that when you read this, you won’t believe me, even though I’ve been through everything you’re experiencing right now, you just won’t. You will grow up, you will make it through middle school without having anything terrible happen to you (or said to you), and the fears and worries about growing up are completely irrational. You won’t disappoint your parents and they’ll be proud at everything you’re going to do in life. Now, the anxiety, that actually is a problem, but you get some medicine for it and things will no longer be as worrisome, especially what people could be thinking about you, because let’s face it, they can think what they want. Worrying doesn’t help you accomplish anything. Like I said, I know you’re still going to scrunch your forehead and frown when you read this, disbelieving what I’m telling you, but yes! It is true. I absolutely despise how much you worry, and for all the stress, tears, anger, frustration, and sadness it has caused you. I know you had anxiety about such irrational things partially because you didn’t know how else to react, or maybe you just didn’t understand yourself and where you were going in life yet. Even knowing that, I still despise that middle school became such a mess for us. But really – worrying so irrationally about things that are NOT going to affect your entire future, but instead fearing small, minor, miniscule things is just plain stupid!! Don’t be concerned that I’m mad at you though, I know you are.  I understand everything you went through, and yes it is hard, but you will get through it. You’ll discover soon enough the amazing strength you have, and people will recognize it in you too. I forgive you for anything I’ve ever held against you.

            I am so proud of you. One of the things that make me most proud of what you have done so far is your perseverance. It’s hard to be strong when you’re an only child and you have such anxiety at such a young age, and no one really understands you. People will grow to understand, as you will come to understand yourself. Your strength to continue fighting a battle that seems as if it could be lost as a moment’s notice is amazing, and people will notice that too. As your mother will say, you have “chutzpah,” and then she’ll break out in laughter about the Germans on her mother’s side of the family as you stand there confused. Without that strength, you would have given up, even in middle school when things seemed impassable.  Thank you.

            I’ve already given you the best advice I can: don’t worry, roll with the punches, let the cards fall as they may, que sera sera, take it one day at a time, and just take a deep breath…  You can do this, you will do this, just let things happen as they will, and relax. I can tell you if you listen to this at all you will learn how to relax. You won’t worry so much, you can do this, and you can be a vet. Just don’t worry so much. For now, take things at face value and don’t over analyze everything you’re told. You are truly beautiful, both inside and out, and you’ll learn to recognize it in yourself. You fall hard in love with a wonderful man who is still figuring out who he is in life and where he wants to go. You’ll be friends and lovers; at the least gain a best friend for life, and at the most, (possibly) something every girl dreams of too, I won’t give it away. Remember your mom and dad will always be there for you and support you. Yes, you will still be riding horses when you’re older, and you’ll love it just as much as you do now. The fear that I know is held in a tight little knot in your stomach will dissipate, and your anxiety will dull down. The greatest things in life (good or bad) are always unknown before they happen, so what’s the point in worrying about them?

Love & Happy Travels,

Lisa

xx

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