Not getting out of bed until well past noon even though you've been up for hours talking and cuddling. Walking through the Fan, hand in hand, on a warm, sunny February Sunday. Getting unexpectedly kissed on the cheek while browsing through books and buying an old art book for your dad's birthday. Eating an incredibly late brunch at a delicious, cramped, buzzing restaurant that he's never been to before but instantly loves. Spending the rest of your evening writing about AACR2.
Almost perfect.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Link love
I have gotten very little sleep over the last week or so thanks to a new boo in my life. I would like nothing more than to be lazy and lie in bed with him for hours, but school and work are making that fantasy utterly laughable. I have an ungodly amount of assignments to take care of before my spring break starts in two weeks. Sigh. Life's unfair, I tell you.
For all those Angry Birds fans out there, enjoy this playable cake.
So sad, but so true (but hoping it's wrong this time around).
Recreating old pictures by mimicking them today. Brilliant.
A very harsh, but hilarious article on why you're not married yet.
Y'all have a great weekend. I'll be spending mine immersed in libraries, catching up on sleep, and maybe, if I'm lucky, spending a few spare hours with the boy.
For all those Angry Birds fans out there, enjoy this playable cake.
So sad, but so true (but hoping it's wrong this time around).
Recreating old pictures by mimicking them today. Brilliant.
A very harsh, but hilarious article on why you're not married yet.
Y'all have a great weekend. I'll be spending mine immersed in libraries, catching up on sleep, and maybe, if I'm lucky, spending a few spare hours with the boy.
Saturday, February 19, 2011
By golly
"You're absolutely beautiful and I've always wanted to tell you that."
I think hearing that alone makes my severe sleep deprivation today worth it.
I think hearing that alone makes my severe sleep deprivation today worth it.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Less than three
I treated myself to some Whole Foods hot bar for lunch and some much needed shopping on Valentines Day. I love myself so much that I broke down and bought myself my first pair of skinny jeans. I will be wearing them out in public tomorrow. Watch out, RVA, can you handle the hotness? But seriously, I will probably be ultra self conscious for most of the day.
Why is it that it is so satisfying to wear new clothes? You're still the same person and yet a thin layer of cloth can make your day. Today I wore a new shirt and another new pair of jeans that I bought and it was as though I was wearing armor.
Buying clothes for myself has some added meaning as shopping with my mother was usually a self deflating event. She would insist I wear a size or two bigger than was needed for my rather slight frame. Even to this day, my mother will ask what size jeans I'm wearing and she will make excuses for why I fit into them: "Oh, they must make those big." Or she'll ask if I tried on a size bigger before I bought what I'm wearing. Thanks for making me feel like a fatty and projecting your insecurities on to me, Mom. She's lucky I don't have an eating disorder. She refused to buy anything that cost over $30 for me unless it was a winter coat. Anything over $20 required arm twisting. She would insist on the cheapest, baggiest clothes for me. Of course I like to get a great bargain, but I'm more concerned about the quality of the item I'm buying. All my mother can see is the price tag. And apparently the fat rolls that are invisibly clinging to my sides.
Purchasing an article of clothing for myself that fits and that is made with quality fills not only a physical need, but an additional emotional void that's been gaping since I was old enough to understand how backwards my mother approached clothing me.
Why is it that it is so satisfying to wear new clothes? You're still the same person and yet a thin layer of cloth can make your day. Today I wore a new shirt and another new pair of jeans that I bought and it was as though I was wearing armor.
Buying clothes for myself has some added meaning as shopping with my mother was usually a self deflating event. She would insist I wear a size or two bigger than was needed for my rather slight frame. Even to this day, my mother will ask what size jeans I'm wearing and she will make excuses for why I fit into them: "Oh, they must make those big." Or she'll ask if I tried on a size bigger before I bought what I'm wearing. Thanks for making me feel like a fatty and projecting your insecurities on to me, Mom. She's lucky I don't have an eating disorder. She refused to buy anything that cost over $30 for me unless it was a winter coat. Anything over $20 required arm twisting. She would insist on the cheapest, baggiest clothes for me. Of course I like to get a great bargain, but I'm more concerned about the quality of the item I'm buying. All my mother can see is the price tag. And apparently the fat rolls that are invisibly clinging to my sides.
Purchasing an article of clothing for myself that fits and that is made with quality fills not only a physical need, but an additional emotional void that's been gaping since I was old enough to understand how backwards my mother approached clothing me.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Happy Caturday
In honor of Caturday, I present you with these adorable raining cats.
I will also delight you with the following:
I own a black VW Golf named Betty and found a lot of enjoyment watching the following commercial:
Some small changes can make a world of difference:
Lastly, so many things about this post from The Simple Dollar explain how and why I've been living my life the way that I have recently, including my eating habits. I love how Trent moves beyond the discussion of fast food to the real heart of the problem.
Life is back to a more manageable pace, at least for now, so I'm hoping my neglect will not be so apparent as it's been recently.
I will also delight you with the following:
I own a black VW Golf named Betty and found a lot of enjoyment watching the following commercial:
Some small changes can make a world of difference:
Lastly, so many things about this post from The Simple Dollar explain how and why I've been living my life the way that I have recently, including my eating habits. I love how Trent moves beyond the discussion of fast food to the real heart of the problem.
Life is back to a more manageable pace, at least for now, so I'm hoping my neglect will not be so apparent as it's been recently.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Apologies
My darlings, my brain has been on the edge of exploding for most of the week thanks to the deadly combination of work and school. Forgive me for neglecting my writing. I've been lucky to breathe, eat, and sleep everyday, let alone string words together in pretty ways. I'm going to watch an episode of The Office and read Harry Potter until I fall asleep instead of forcing myself to work on schoolwork or attempting to squeeze out an iota of creativity tonight. I think I deserve these small pleasures.
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