Sick In Bed

I should be at Harry Potter right now, but instead I am stuck, sick in bed.
Listening to Taylor Swift, Back To December.
That was a good month way back when.
Ha, I miss you.
Basically 5 months to go baby!
I get super nervous just thinking about it.
...
Here is some news that brightened my day today.
Robbie Keane is thinking about coming to the MLS.
Pointless to you, I'm sure.
Let me tell you the story.
In 8th grade I had math with Heather Williams.
In those long hours we found ways to entertain ourselves.
Like writing soap operas.
And coming up with our dream man.
Our dream man:

• Tall
• Brown hair
• Brown eyes (mine)
• Blue eyes (Heather's)
• Soccer Player
• Irish accent
• Super attractive
• Awesome

Heather went home that night and found us Robbie Keane. 

He was practically perfect in every way.

Except for the tall, but 5'9" is bearable.

He has blue eyes too...They are beautiful.

He was Ireland's top player, still is.

He was absolutely perfect.

We built our castles in the clouds.

The trip to Ireland.

The meeting.

The dates.

The conversion.

The wedding.

Perfection.

For years.

Then he got married.

We had a black Monday.

We wore black and green in mourning.

It was a very sad day.

We fell in love with others...moved on.

But our love never died out completely.

There has always a piece of our hearts just for our Keano.

Now he is coming here to play.

Heather's response to the news:

"Finally! Step one: wreck home."

It's on.

We'll settle for Polygamy.

This once.

Die Universität

School. It's going, thankfully. 

My least favorite class is easily biological anthropology. It's definitely not my forte. I don't enjoy learning about primates. I find it a bore, a legit bore. Plus the teacher reminds me of a parrot-rat hybrid, and she has given the same lecture about paraphrasing and plagiarizing almost every class period. Obviously all the people who were poorly paraphrasing and plagiarizing before are still doing it now. Face it, they don't care enough to stop. And no matter how many classes you waste on the subject, they are not going to. This isn't English class...it's Anthropology 1020. Ridiculous really. 

Math 1050 is math 1050. I'm not the biggest fan of math, but it isn't killing me. Oh wait...I don't even need math 1050 for my major.Yeah it's a little bit of a sore spot for me. Apparently stats 1040 is all I need for the anthropology major.

German 1010 has been pretty great. The instructor loves me...or maybe I should say that she loves my wardrobe. We have matching boat shoes now. Those boat shoes have saved my skin several times in that class.

P.S. I love my boat shoes.

World Archaeology is awesome. I've just started to really pay attention and it's so marvelous. I love archaeology. Which is important because that is what I am going into.We just learned about the Maya and their Hieroglyphics. Aw man, so cool. I came home and started copying them down. I really want to go into North and South American Archaeology. I get so excited about it. 

My institute class is the bomb. Every class is jam packed with the spirit and I leave on a spiritual high every time. Brother Jacobs is really an amazing teacher. I love it!

Now for my newest, deepest, darkest secret...

...

I am ADDICTED to Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Yeah, I just said that. Hulu had all of season 2 up so I watched it all. I spent all of last weekend watching it when I should have been studying for my math test. I seriously watched from about 11:30 pm Friday to 5 am Saturday with a 2 hour brake at 8. For the brake, I went to a little podunk indie venue where Bailey, Aubrey and I watched the Mermaid Baby, an awful sounding high school band full of adorable little freshman, and another band with an electric violin. It was fun and the Mermaid Baby was the best of the three by far. Anywho I finished season 2 that morning and swore the rest off. That is I swore it off until I found season 1 on our netflix that very night. And now I am bound with flaxen cords and I will be a slave to the next 5 1/2 seasons. May my soul be saved from this destruction...and yet I can't help but willingly go.

I (heart)

buttercream frosting.


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true story.

Stumbling About

I love fashion.

It's a serious addiction...

like dark chocolate...

...and letters from Chile...

...black licorice...

...fairytales...

...Prince Charming...

...slaying dragons...

...and building castles in the clouds...

...wasabi...

...shaved legs...

...summer dusk...

...old pictures...

...it's an addiction that I have reawakened...

...old hats...

...lace and leather gloves...

...fur stoles...

...the classic trench coat...

...scarves...

...antique jewelery...

...gold...

...heels...

...chiffon gowns...

Maybe fashion is the wrong word for what I love....

...for my addiction.

I don't love runway fashion.

I don't love models that look like aliens.

Or clothes that look like heinous crimes.

Or styles that make you wish you didn't have eyes to witness.

I love finesse...

...unity...

...natural beauty...

I love that I'm not going anywhere with this

because I can't figure out where exactly I want to go.

I love elegance...

...I love elegance.

I'm addicted to elegance.

Elegance captivates me.

I respect it.

I think everyone does.

...or everyone should.

It's grace and simplicity...

...refinement and honor...

...taste and gentility...

It's being born to wear ball gowns...

...and looking like you're wearing one...

...when you're really wearing an old sweater and jeans.

It's something I strive for...

...but will probably never attain.

I enjoy it anyway.

I love it anyway.

random...

The Impossible Dream

Little Women

... random.

I've been looking at fashion blogs over the last two days.

Hence the raving.

Here are a few that I found...

{this is glamorous} http://citified.blogspot.com/

http://www.sarahklassen.com/

http://www.absolutelyladylike.com/

http://fashiontitbits.blogspot.com/

...I wish I had the money...

...then again I'm glad I don't.