January 2012
11 posts
count your blessings
Three things I’ve prayed about for a long time that have finally come true in the past two weeks:
1) My dad finding a job.
2) My flatmate finding an internship.
3) The Big 3 giving me another shot with a first-round interview.
Trying to break the habit of only blogging when I’m sad. This seemed like a pretty good place to start. Even though I’ve got about 2734892735 other...
nope, i lied: two more things i want to share:
This is the burger place in Brixton Village that I went to last week while one of my best friends from home was here. Just needed to share with you the wonderfulness of it all. The line was out the door for ages, but we emerged, full of delicious, overpriced burger.
And this is a picture of my four best friends back home, having post-Christmas brunch and mimosas. (Plus one of my...
last few weeks
have looked like this:
View of the Thames and Parliament at sunset, from the top of the London Eye.
Freshly baked bread at Borough Market.
Fancy-ass Laduree macaroons from the little shop in Harrod’s (one of my best friends came to visit for a few days, so I got to use her as an excuse to do all of the shamelessly touristy things here.)
Caramelized onion and goat cheese tarts, from...
WHY IS IT SO FUCKING COLD IN THIS FUCKING COUNTRY.
Everywhere. Everywhere is drafty. And damp. So even though it’s supposed to be 45 degree Fahrenheit outside, I’m miserably freezing my ass off because it feel like it’s below 40 degrees inside. It’s so cold that it’s hard to type. And I’m not even in our cheap, poorly insulated flat. I’m fucking at school. At an overpaid institution that you would think,...
Confessions.
I hate Christmas music. (Nine years of listening to Christmas songs at the rink for four hours a day will do that to you. Fuck Christmas ice shows.)
When I’m sad, I go to the sandwich bar on campus and buy a huge box of french fries for less than a pound and scarf them down in less than ten minutes. With ketchup. And a little mayo. Because Europe is getting to me.
I have a two-pound bag...
thanks.
Me: Seriously? You never feel threatened by anyone? Any guys at all?
Boyf: No...not really. *thinks really hard* Well, I was a little worried at first about that DJ guy.
Me: And? And then you met him and realized that he's not a threat at all, right? You like him, right?
Boyf: ...yeah, that, and he's lactose intolerant. I mean, please.
December 2011
3 posts
new year's resolutions: 2012
Join the gym. And stick it out until all the other fools who’ve also just joined after New Year’s have dropped out. I ain’t no statistic.
Call my parents every day again. (I stopped doing this when I moved to London. Disaster ensued.)
Run a race. Any race. Preferably a 10K or longer, but I’ll settle for any 5K that I sign up for and get my ass to.
Stop reading my...
so this is christmas
before i start, lemme just tell you where i’m heading, all right? all right. first of all, i’m typing in lower-case. that’s when you know i’m about to get real. second of all, you know how some people only blog when they’re angry and need to vent? i’m beginning to realize i only blog when i’m sad. so there you go. there is your warning. it’s...
November 2011
4 posts
five things that make me happy
Ah, there we go.
1)
My new Dorothy Perkins oxford heels. No, they’re not comfy, and yes, I’m sure they’re on their way out in terms of being trendy. But do they make me smile a shit ton whenever I look down at my feet? Yes. And that is all that matters.
2)
Big mug of Wawa coffee (thanks, Mom!) and homemade carrot cake. Fo’ breakfast. Because I’m a grown-up, and...
on my radar
I know I’ve been slow to post anything recently, which is complete shit, given how many photos I’ve taken recently and want to share. But this post is not that. This post is more appropriately titled, “List of Shit I Want to Bake/Cook But Can’t Bookmark Because I’m on a Public Computer at the Fucking Library at 8-Fucking-AM.”
But why use the appropriate title...
October 2011
1 post
"You're ABSOLUTELY Sandra Lee...ABSOLUTELY, you... →
Gawker presents the best four minutes of Sandra Lee’s Halloween special, which included half a dozen costume changes and some of the best lines ever uttered on a “cooking” show.
Cannot stop watching this train wreck. Happy Halloween, kids!
September 2011
3 posts
dear girl who makes me gag:
hi there.
why am i up at 1:37AM on a saturday night, facebook-stalking the shit out of you? no, you didn’t sleep with my boyfriend. you don’t have really great hair or a cute baby or a sex scandal that’s hilariously/sadly public.
no. you’re just a girl i met one summer. at a fancy bbq in DC, held in a CNN hotshot’s backyard. we were introduced, and you gave me a big...
August 2011
15 posts
going back to my roots.
List of Chinese Dishes That I Crave with Severity (And Am Now Learning to Make!) :
Taiwanese beef noodle soup.
Mooncake. (Okay, this one I’m not learning to make. But I am stuffing my face full of it each day. And what.)
Dry-fried green beans (干煸四季豆)
Spicy Szechuan-style eggplant.
Pan-fried dumplings.
Hmm…beginning to realize that Chinese food is not exactly the most...
Seven Things Young Women Need to Stop Doing Right... →
Favorite lines?
Stop crying. You’re not Miranda July, your strife isn’t twee, and you’re too old for teenage angst. Everything is alright.
“today i sang to a stack of paper, muttered the name of one company in a scottish...”
– pahahaha this just cracked me up for a good ten seconds. nice job, cuz.
5 tags
sucker.
Can’t have too many .gifs of this dance (thank you, Tumblr community!) from my favorite hip hop/lyrical piece from this season of SYTYCD. I wasn’t a huge fan at first, but this version from the finale when she does this adorable finger-point/knowing smile at him…I melt.
Boyf, start learning your steps now. Particularly the ass-slide into the kiss. You think I’m kidding?...
5 Things I'm Hating This Week:
Finding the apartment of your dreams, only to have the landlady go MIA on you for two weeks, and then having to start the apartment hunt all over again. Did I mention I’m doing this all from across the Atlantic Ocean?
Having your potential roommate ignore your calls/texts/emails because freezing out everyone who isn’t in her zip code is the way that she copes when she’s...
Terrifying.
Last night, when I tried to order a Sam Summer, the bartender informed me that they had now switched over to the Sam Adams Oktoberfest.
Is this supposed to mean that my last summer break ever is finally over?!
went "unplugged" all weekend
Bussed down to NYC to visit my lovely roommate, G, for the weekend. She conveniently didn’t remember the password to her wireless network, which meant I went pretty much offline all weekend (only exception: I did borrow her laptop to check my email Saturday and respond to my future English landlady. I ignored all other emails.)
It was nice, and I’ve actually done this a few weekends...
from seattle:
Last night, during my brother’s wedding, I learned two brief things:
Some things in life are a bit overrated. Like my brother’s wedding reception, which I always imagined would be an amazing night full of dancing with my cousins. Instead, it turns out my cousins are all getting old (I’m one of the few unmarried ones left!) and leaving wedding receptions early with their wives...
July 2011
9 posts
5 Things I'm Enjoying This Week:
My new mint manicure. I’ve been dying to buy nail polish in this shade of mint green for ages now, so I was disproportionately excited to purchase this Sally Hansen polish in Mint Sorbet (it’s a little greener than in the photo)
I downloaded Chiddy Bang’s newest mixtape, Peanut Butter and Swelly. I can’t explain why I have so much love for this Philly duo, but when I...
dude,
not going to lie, but today, over skype, when we were arguing over whether we’re getting a puppy or an espresso machine, and you said, “you can’t keep the puppy; you’re leaving after a year,” and then you said, “but i’ll be here after you leave, i’ll just keep the espresso machine,” implying that i’ll be gone for good in a year,
...
From Me To You: A Day with Dogfish Beer →
fromme-toyou:
A road trip down to BEER MECCA Rehoboth, Delaware to the Dogfish Brewpub to spend a day where it all started with Dogfish founder and one of my personal idols Sam Calagione to brew by hand a new seasonal and gluten free beer: Tweason’ale
Local Fifer Orchard Strawberries delivered…
I think this is one of the coolest posts I’ve ever reblogged for two reasons:
My love...
TEDxBloomington
whatiwore:
WhatIWore: Last May, I was honored to be included as a speaker at TEDxBloomington, an independently organized event in the spirit of TED. I was absolutely blown away with both the national and local speakers and I’d like to encourage you to browse through the talks on your own!
My talk is called Look Good, Feel Good: The Case for Playing Dress Up. Minus my early (and...
My weekend in beer:
Friday: Victory Helios (22 oz.) in a friend’s room in the Quad.
Saturday: Harpoon IPA on the beach in Southie.
Sunday: Harpoon Summer Ale at the Barking Crab along the waterfront (a G+T in Central Square later)
Monday: Smuttynose IPA, Magic Hat, and Bud Light at a BBQ and on the rooftop of an MIT frat (guess which beers were consumed at which locations…)
Dear Tumblr:
What the hell do you mean, you can’t delete replies to posts on Tumblr? What is this? A public bathroom wall? This is the Internet. You can delete anything you want. Rude.
That being said, dearest biffle of mine on whose blog I’ve posted a fairly personal mailing address: if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, if you could kindly delete/privatize your adorable last post to me so...
June 2011
14 posts
my grandma likes cookies
I’ve been feeding her meals while she’s at the hospital, and my grandmother, all 94 pounds of her, can barely eat much when she’s perfectly healthy. So needless to say, after a few bites of mashed potatoes and a couple mouthfuls of carrots, that woman is done eating. And she will yell at you for trying to spoon more things into her mouth.
But today, after she insisted she was...
straightening my hair before bed
Probably not the best title for this post, but it adequately captures the bizarre factor here. First thing’s first: why am I straightening my hair before bed, you ask? So I don’t have to do it when I get up at 4:30AM tomorrow morning to catch a 7AM flight.
Why am I catching a 7AM flight, you ask? Ah, here we go.
My grandmother, who lives in Houston with my uncle, hasn’t been...