Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
"Let's hope I'm actually good at this shit, fingers crossed I guess."
"I plan on trying to be as invisible as possible since I'll be 25 in a room full of 18 year olds."
"I never could get financial aid the first time around but now that I'm an independent I can.
Free money? Fuck yes!"
Because I really am so unbelievably excited. I could go on for days, scratch that, YEARS about how much I think our educational system is screwed up and wasted on the indecisive young. But I'll save that for a later date. Just know that I think my time spent at college the first time around was an absolute waste. Because most 17 year olds don't have a damn clue what they want for breakfast, let alone what they want to do for the rest of their lives. Except society tells us we "need" to go to school and thus we rush into it and drop bucket loads of cash to do so.
I'm getting carried away.
Anyway, now I'm just crazily thrilled to finally have a real direction, a passion, something that I'm over the moon excited about learning, something that I need to learn in order to be able to live out my current goals and dreams. And on top of that, the ability to go back and only take the classes I find interesting, those I know will further my skills in the areas that I want furthering, not gen-ed crap that I won't remember two weeks after the final.
So it all begins tomorrow. I'm nervous to shit, but I'm excited as all hell.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
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Friday, August 15, 2014
Labels: About Me
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Sometimes I try to be a fashion blogger when boutiques send me clothing to be a fashion blogger with. Every single time this happens, shit hits the fan. I don't understand how any of you do this so many times a week. I turn into THEE most awkward turtle there ever was to grace this planet and end up doing weird things with my hands. Like where do you even put them? Your hands that is.
And how does one learn how to not smirk like a six year old? Because that's what I did in every single picture that my mother took of me yesterday. And that's why there isn't a single picture of my actual head in this blog post.
Plus the lighting - there is none. Do you plan outfit posts by your weather channel app? And the location - this is my deck after a nice downpour. Do you get in your car and scope out cool places that actually match your outfit? Good lord, I think I should just give up on this here and now. If anyone has tips for this game, I'd greatly appreciate it. Maybe next time I should just do this after twofer Tuesday instead of dead sober in the dawn of the morning? There, problem solved.
But P.S. this lace kimono cardigan thing is so fun to play with. My brother even complimented me on it! So go get yours today and use TWOTHIRDS15 for 15% off your order. Oh and be sure to enter this giveaway to win a gift card to In Bloom Boutique while you're at it..
Tuesday, August 12, 2014
If you follow me on the Insta, you probably saw an engagement go down over the weekend. Obviously this engagement not being my own, since you know, that probably won't be happening until 2030 at this rate. But, for my little broski, it happened on August 9th. Here's how it all went down.
So for starters, he's in the Army. He just finished basic training and AIT last Friday and was on his way home for the week before he heads to South Korea for an entire year. His girlfriend, Brittany, lives here in my house with my parentals. He was flying in really late last Friday night, but instead of showing up at midnight, he told Brit that he wasn't getting in until 6:00pm on Saturday. Lies are fun when they turn into surprises.
He hid out at his friend's house Friday night while the family and I planned out Saturday morning. The "plan" (at least to Brittany) was that my parents and I, Brit, and my parents' friends were all going out to lunch to celebrate my parent's anniversary on Saturday. But we wanted to make a quick stop at Taughannock Falls first to take a picture of my rents because it was their anniversary and they had gotten engaged at that very spot. Aka the same spot my brother would actually end up proposing to his girlfriend. Cue the cuteness.
Meanwhile, we were never actually going out to lunch. We were only using that as an excuse to have a reason to stop at the falls on the way so that we could get her to the place where Chris (my little broski) was going to surprise her and propose. So we arrive at the place where all the magic was going to happen and quickly texted Chris that we were there so that he could show up.
As soon as I saw him in his uniform getting out of the car my legs turned into straight jello. I'm still shocked that I could even hold myself up at this point because my heart was also moving at the speed of a freight train. I have absolutely no idea how I'll manage when I'm the one actually getting proposed to. Holy Hotlanta.
We were all down at the bottom of the stairs while he was making his way down. My dad had turned Brittany away from the stairs and towards the falls so that she couldn't see him coming. Miraculously, she decided that she wanted to take a few selfies. The one below ended up having my brother right smack dab in the middle of her and my dad.
Except for she hadn't even realized it, so my dad was like "hey pull that picture back up there, who is that between us?". And then all hell break loose. She said something along the lines of "Are you fucking kidding me?!" and everyone immediately started crying as they hugged and reunited and were so excited to finally be together again.
Surprise #1: success. Little did she know that she was about to receive another one. Because my brother wasn't the only one making his way down the stairs. He had also brought their dog, Dutch, along for the adventure too. And while they were reuniting, we slipped a bandanna around his neck that had a diamond ring tied to it that read...
And that was her reaction to seeing it on him. Dutchy boy for the win!
Then Chris got down on one knee, told her the story about how my parents got engaged in the same exact spot 20 something years earlier, said he asked her dad for permission, had both of her parents there for the actual proposal, used her FULL name (you go bro), and asked her to be his wife.
And they all lived happily ever after.
I couldn't be any prouder of my brother for getting his life together, fighting for our country, and now for giving me a real life sister. It truly makes me so happy to get to call him my little broski and I can't wait to start planning a wedding while he's away. I love you soldier!
After all the shaking, tears, excitement and pictures were over, we all headed back to my house to cook out and celebrate. A bunch of friends and family came over, we drank way too many beers, and then played the most epic game ever created: SLIP CUP!
There are two teams that have to race each other in a game of flip cup. Except for you don't just all stand around the flip cup table like the basic bitches do it, instead, you have to face the slip and slide in order to get there. So two opposite team members race each other down the slide, then drink and flip their cup, and as soon as you get your cup over the next teammate goes. It's pretty much the best time I've had in quite a while so I highly suggest making your own this weekend. Here's the video:
Monday, August 11, 2014
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It's Monday. Mondays suck. So here's a heavenly freaking recipe to help ease you back into your week. Except for it does the opposite for trying to get your ass into a pair of jeans, so proceed with caution because there is absolutely no easing there.
I think this might just be my own subtle way of trying to give myself hints to get my ass to the gym? But anyway, I've been wanting to make some homemade ice cream for quite a while now. Minus I didn't want to shake things around for two hours with rock salt. And I also didn't want to have to use a machine to make it sense, well, I don't own a machine to make it.
So what exactly is a girl to do?
She consults Pinterest, of course, and searches for ways to make homemade ice cream without an ice cream machine. Ten minutes later I was on my way to the store to buy the two ingredients (seriously that's basically all you need) to get this ice cream party started.
What you're going to need to make the heaven:
2 cups of heavy whipping cream
1 cup of sweetened condensed milk
1 teaspoon of vanilla
1/2 cup of crushed peanuts
A couple squirts of caramel sauce
As many pieces of chopped up Snickers as your little heart desires
How to actually make the heaven:
Pour the whipping cream into your stand mixer bowl.
Whip things into shape for about five minutes until you develop some stiff peaks.
Pour the condensed milk, vanilla, and toppings into a separate bowl.
Fold the whipped cream into that mixture until everything is all uniformly spread around.
Put the concoction in a tupperware container.
Put the container in the freezer to chill (literally) for six hours.
Go run a few miles while you wait so you don't feel guilty about what you're about to do.
After the time's up, devour the whole damn thing.
And then once you're done and your hands are stickier than a piece of gum stuck to a shoe on a 98 degree (oh hey Nick Lachey) day, grab a Wet-Nap to clean yourself up. They're softer and stronger than ever, they moisturize with aloe, and on top of that they don't smell like you just stuck your head in a bottle of vodka, yet they still sanitize perfectly. Oh and if you head to Walmart like I did, you can use this coupon to get 55 cents off of any Wet-Nap product while supplies last. Just head to the napkin aisle to find them and you'll be well on your way to being less sticky!
Now go get yourself some whipping cream and condensed milk so that you can enjoy a bowl of heaven with me at my nonexistent party. That's an order. Over and out.