Hi, hi, hi!
Okay so, March 5th--thank God. That means it's almost spring.:) Hopefully all this snow business is donzooo. It's actually been really nice for the past 2 days: Sunny, and high 30s. I even went outside in just a sweatshirt. It was glorious. :) Ugh, but how sad is it that it feels so warm to us?! Ohhh the life of an Ohioan.
But seriously, I have so many things going on this semester. It's kind of a love-hate thing. But I have a lot of things to look forward to, so hopefully it will make these next 2 months fly by in time for summer.
1. Lip Sync, March 13th- Getting classy and fabulous with my fabulous Delta Zeta sisters, while raising money for a good cause. What could be better?!
2. Spring Break, March 28th-April 4th- Do I need to explain why I'm excited for this? It's spring break aka no school for a week.
3. March 20th- NEW MOON out on DVD. LOVE. LOVE. LOVE.<3
4. March 21st- FIRST DAY OF SPRING. Alleluia. I love spring.
5. March 31- Release of The Last Song. I am beyond thrilled to see this movie. Been waiting for it since I read the book! I'm going to need a box of tissues. I know I am a nerd.
6. April 25- State Day at OU! I get to spend an ENTIRE day with DZs all over Ohio at the place where I originally became a Delta Zeta.
Then only two more weeks in May, then SUMMER,SUMMER,SUMMER TIMEEE!
Can not wait.
That is all for now.
Ciao ciao.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Here's the story of a stressed college student...
WARNING: THIS BLOG IS GOING TO BE USED TO VENT, IN ORDER TO KEEP MY SANITY. I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE.:)
Okay, so is it Thursday yet?! No, I couldn't be that lucky. So I seriously hate this week already. Two of my worst classes have a test in the same day, one directly following the other. Ughhh, I am going to be miserable. I hate, hate, hate getting bad grades, but I seriously just spent 2 hours working on part 1 of my history test, and I have no clue whatsoever what to do. And the thing is, I normally LOVE history. And it's not that the teacher is bad, she just teaches a way that I don't learn well from. So I am basically screwed. Plus, she's super particular about the format of our answers, which I always tend to screw up. And I'm just so stressed because I have two other tests this week: science, which I do HATE (same day as history), and Poli Sci--which I will deal with later on this week. I just feel so overwhelmed. Ugh. I don't mean to complain, I know this is the life of a college student. But sometimes you just need an outlet for your frustrations, right? And okay, a lot of students have to worse than me. I know. But I get stressed overwhelmed so easily. I am trying to relax, I know it's not the end of the world--but it just doesn't work for me. I feel like I'm just not doing enough, Ugh, I am just freaking out. I am trying to fall asleep so I can spend my morning studying, but I am too wound up. So I'm sitting in the dark, spilling my guts out on the computer. And you know what else is weird?! I think I was more relaxed on finals week, when I had more things to do. It's probably because these are the first two tests and I don't know what to expect. But I know my history teacher grades so hard. Which, of course, she is entitled to, but it's not good for me.
I do not just want spring, I NEED it. I need the warmth and sunlight. Seriously, I am really starting to get depressed. Which, sunlight helps diffuse. Just my luck that I live in Ohio...which had 3 cities on the most miserable in the US. Yeah, I know. Cities like this are only appealing if Edward or Jacob lived here. :) ...Okay, sorry..I had to say that. I'm obsessed.
Moral of the story: College gives me anxiety, and I need sunlight. Also, I need to move.
The end.
Okay, so is it Thursday yet?! No, I couldn't be that lucky. So I seriously hate this week already. Two of my worst classes have a test in the same day, one directly following the other. Ughhh, I am going to be miserable. I hate, hate, hate getting bad grades, but I seriously just spent 2 hours working on part 1 of my history test, and I have no clue whatsoever what to do. And the thing is, I normally LOVE history. And it's not that the teacher is bad, she just teaches a way that I don't learn well from. So I am basically screwed. Plus, she's super particular about the format of our answers, which I always tend to screw up. And I'm just so stressed because I have two other tests this week: science, which I do HATE (same day as history), and Poli Sci--which I will deal with later on this week. I just feel so overwhelmed. Ugh. I don't mean to complain, I know this is the life of a college student. But sometimes you just need an outlet for your frustrations, right? And okay, a lot of students have to worse than me. I know. But I get stressed overwhelmed so easily. I am trying to relax, I know it's not the end of the world--but it just doesn't work for me. I feel like I'm just not doing enough, Ugh, I am just freaking out. I am trying to fall asleep so I can spend my morning studying, but I am too wound up. So I'm sitting in the dark, spilling my guts out on the computer. And you know what else is weird?! I think I was more relaxed on finals week, when I had more things to do. It's probably because these are the first two tests and I don't know what to expect. But I know my history teacher grades so hard. Which, of course, she is entitled to, but it's not good for me.
I do not just want spring, I NEED it. I need the warmth and sunlight. Seriously, I am really starting to get depressed. Which, sunlight helps diffuse. Just my luck that I live in Ohio...which had 3 cities on the most miserable in the US. Yeah, I know. Cities like this are only appealing if Edward or Jacob lived here. :) ...Okay, sorry..I had to say that. I'm obsessed.
Moral of the story: College gives me anxiety, and I need sunlight. Also, I need to move.
The end.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Converse, pearls, and a little Frank Sinatra
Ciao, ciao!
Sorry for the lack of updates. Lately, I haven't found inspiration to write one. I suppose I could have just given you a pointless post of me going on about useless thoughts no one cares about, but I wouldn't do that to you.
Which leads me to the subject at hand: inspiration. I get inspired by anything and everything-from music, to movies, to books,to cities, to eras- you name it.
Normally when I'm extremely inspired by something, it is incorporated into my life somehow. Either by channeling a certain look, making lyrics mantras to live by, or trying to adjust to a new attitude. The things I'm inspired by make me into the complicated mess of a person I am today, beginning just when I was a little girl.
I don't remember exactly how old I was, but I do remember this scene perfectly. My mom,dad and I were in the kitchen with the stereo alternating between Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra. My dad was telling me how when he was younger, this was the music my grandpa would listen to. I then danced with him. Ever since then I have had a love affair with Frank Sinatra, and Italian music. So much so, that my room at home is filled with Frank Sinatra pictures, books--and they even got a Frank impersonator to surprise me at my grad party. I would marry him. He has this aura of coolness that surrounds him. I believe I should have been born in this era-- the late forties and fifties. I just appeals to me. The style, clothes, music, and all around attitude. The women acted like ladies, and the men were proper gentlemen. Like in the movie The Notebook. I can't tell you how many time I tried to mimic Ally's style, or dream about finding a man like Noah Calhoun. I know it all sounds cheesy, but I like it.
Another is Audrey Hepburn. I believe I was a junior in high school, when I had decided to have a movie night. I was searching for a Frank Sinatra film, when I came across Breakfast at Tiffany's. I had always been a fan of Audrey--but to be honest, I wasn't well acquainted with her work. All it took was for me to watch the opening scene: gracefully walking down the streets of New York in a beautiful black dress, with Moon River softly emphasizing the greatness of it all. I knew I wanted to be just like her. I soon watched all her movies and learned as much as I could about her. I knew I wanted to be just like her--from her impeccably classic fashion sense, to her kind works with UNICEF, to her endearing personality. She just seems to exude an elegance. I want people to see me that way.
The thing I love about life though, is that there is no ONE thing that defines me. One day I will channel Audrey with an elegant little black dress, complete with flats and pearls. The next day I'll channel a hippie look: a t-shirt, jeans and converse. Then the next day I'll channel a beachy look. The list can go on. It is weird how thing impact me. Everything I love and anything I see that I like will show up in my life someway. One inspiration will lead to another.
This is the beauty of life--we are are just products of our passions, the things we love and inspire us. They are the things that make this life a little easier.
Sorry for the lack of updates. Lately, I haven't found inspiration to write one. I suppose I could have just given you a pointless post of me going on about useless thoughts no one cares about, but I wouldn't do that to you.
Which leads me to the subject at hand: inspiration. I get inspired by anything and everything-from music, to movies, to books,to cities, to eras- you name it.
Normally when I'm extremely inspired by something, it is incorporated into my life somehow. Either by channeling a certain look, making lyrics mantras to live by, or trying to adjust to a new attitude. The things I'm inspired by make me into the complicated mess of a person I am today, beginning just when I was a little girl.
I don't remember exactly how old I was, but I do remember this scene perfectly. My mom,dad and I were in the kitchen with the stereo alternating between Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra. My dad was telling me how when he was younger, this was the music my grandpa would listen to. I then danced with him. Ever since then I have had a love affair with Frank Sinatra, and Italian music. So much so, that my room at home is filled with Frank Sinatra pictures, books--and they even got a Frank impersonator to surprise me at my grad party. I would marry him. He has this aura of coolness that surrounds him. I believe I should have been born in this era-- the late forties and fifties. I just appeals to me. The style, clothes, music, and all around attitude. The women acted like ladies, and the men were proper gentlemen. Like in the movie The Notebook. I can't tell you how many time I tried to mimic Ally's style, or dream about finding a man like Noah Calhoun. I know it all sounds cheesy, but I like it.
Another is Audrey Hepburn. I believe I was a junior in high school, when I had decided to have a movie night. I was searching for a Frank Sinatra film, when I came across Breakfast at Tiffany's. I had always been a fan of Audrey--but to be honest, I wasn't well acquainted with her work. All it took was for me to watch the opening scene: gracefully walking down the streets of New York in a beautiful black dress, with Moon River softly emphasizing the greatness of it all. I knew I wanted to be just like her. I soon watched all her movies and learned as much as I could about her. I knew I wanted to be just like her--from her impeccably classic fashion sense, to her kind works with UNICEF, to her endearing personality. She just seems to exude an elegance. I want people to see me that way.
The thing I love about life though, is that there is no ONE thing that defines me. One day I will channel Audrey with an elegant little black dress, complete with flats and pearls. The next day I'll channel a hippie look: a t-shirt, jeans and converse. Then the next day I'll channel a beachy look. The list can go on. It is weird how thing impact me. Everything I love and anything I see that I like will show up in my life someway. One inspiration will lead to another.
This is the beauty of life--we are are just products of our passions, the things we love and inspire us. They are the things that make this life a little easier.
The saddest people I've ever met in life are the ones who don't care deeply about anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there's nothing to make it last -Nicholas Sparks, Dear JohnBuona notte.:)
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Random thoughts and thought out changes.
So yesterday, in my boredom before bed, I was contemplating whether I wanted to write a new post. Then I remembered that this is not the first blog that I've had. I used to have a xanga blog. So with this little revelation, I took a little trip down memory lane. It's so funny to re-live the daily drama of my 15- and 16-year-old life. I was struck by two things: how much I have changed, and how I am still very much the same. Sure, I've grown to mature, and obviously each of these experiences has shaped me into the person I am, but I think the essence of me has remained the same. I guess that's a comforting fact.
Anyways, another week has ended, thank God! And now that I dropped my Friday class, I'm home free for a month. I did, however, pick up a new class. It's an easy A elective. I just go see museums for two Saturdays in March, two in April, and one in May. I'll take that.
I also have decided that next fall I will be changing my major. I will officially be an English major, with a minor in writing. And let me tell you, I am beyond pumped. An English major just has so much more freedom, I can actually write and be elaborate. Don't get me wrong, journalism is a cool profession, I just don't enjoy the journalism style of writing: to cut-and-dry for my taste. I like to put my own spin on things. Now I can become a writer, or work for a publishing company. I honestly cannot wait to start these new classes. Then I will move to North Carolina and live in a quaint little house. A least that's my aspiration. It would be nice to have a man as well, but if things continue as they are, I don't see how. Kent men, in general, are a tad shallow. Okay, not all of them...but I haven't actually witnessed that yet. I guess a quote could sum this up:
Can I get an Amen?!
But maybe someday I'll find that guy? Maybe...
Okay, moving on. Tomorrow my DZ sisters and I are going to see Dear John, and I cannot wait. It is just what I need. It will be fabulous. And I think I'll need some tissues.
Okay. Enough for now.
Ciao, ciao!<3
Anyways, another week has ended, thank God! And now that I dropped my Friday class, I'm home free for a month. I did, however, pick up a new class. It's an easy A elective. I just go see museums for two Saturdays in March, two in April, and one in May. I'll take that.
I also have decided that next fall I will be changing my major. I will officially be an English major, with a minor in writing. And let me tell you, I am beyond pumped. An English major just has so much more freedom, I can actually write and be elaborate. Don't get me wrong, journalism is a cool profession, I just don't enjoy the journalism style of writing: to cut-and-dry for my taste. I like to put my own spin on things. Now I can become a writer, or work for a publishing company. I honestly cannot wait to start these new classes. Then I will move to North Carolina and live in a quaint little house. A least that's my aspiration. It would be nice to have a man as well, but if things continue as they are, I don't see how. Kent men, in general, are a tad shallow. Okay, not all of them...but I haven't actually witnessed that yet. I guess a quote could sum this up:
"Though we adore men individually,we agree that as a group they're rather stupid."-Mary Poppins
Can I get an Amen?!
But maybe someday I'll find that guy? Maybe...
Okay, moving on. Tomorrow my DZ sisters and I are going to see Dear John, and I cannot wait. It is just what I need. It will be fabulous. And I think I'll need some tissues.
Okay. Enough for now.
Ciao, ciao!<3
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Birthday Celebration and Realizations
"The most important thing in your life is family. There are days you love them, and others you don't. But in the end, they're the people you always come home to. Sometimes it's the family your born into, and sometimes it's the one you make for yourself."
I don't think I could begin this with a better quote.
Today --okay, it's 12:47--yesterday was my 20th birthday. And to be honest, it was one of the best I can remember. I knew it would be good when the whole DZ house called to sing to me at midnight. I woke up to countless facebook notifications that continued throughout the entire day. Although classes seemed to drag on from my lack of sleep the night before, knowing I was going to celebrate my birthday. I had an amazing night with my family and my best friend in the whole world; full of laughs, stories, and good food--the essentials for any Italian famiglia.
After dinner it was off to the DZ house I went to see my lovely sisters, and was surprised by cupcakes and candles. The rest of the night was spent hanging out with them and laughing until my stomach hurt.
So what does this all add up to?
Well, today made me realize how lucky I am to have such amazing people in my life. I love Kent, I love family, I love my friends.
It wasn't about the gifts or the hype. Although I was in love with all of them: a great shirt, The Last Song, and Glee! :D:D
I'm finally content with where I am in my life. It was the perfect passage to a new decade in my life. Although I know that this realization did not just come from merely turning a number, I do believe that this is the perfect time to let go of the insecurities of my past, and face the world head on.
And I would never, ever have the confidence to do this if it wasn't for my family and friends.<3
Hey, 20s. :)
La vita bella.
Love, peace, and hair grease. <3
I don't think I could begin this with a better quote.
Today --okay, it's 12:47--yesterday was my 20th birthday. And to be honest, it was one of the best I can remember. I knew it would be good when the whole DZ house called to sing to me at midnight. I woke up to countless facebook notifications that continued throughout the entire day. Although classes seemed to drag on from my lack of sleep the night before, knowing I was going to celebrate my birthday. I had an amazing night with my family and my best friend in the whole world; full of laughs, stories, and good food--the essentials for any Italian famiglia.
After dinner it was off to the DZ house I went to see my lovely sisters, and was surprised by cupcakes and candles. The rest of the night was spent hanging out with them and laughing until my stomach hurt.
So what does this all add up to?
Well, today made me realize how lucky I am to have such amazing people in my life. I love Kent, I love family, I love my friends.
It wasn't about the gifts or the hype. Although I was in love with all of them: a great shirt, The Last Song, and Glee! :D:D
I'm finally content with where I am in my life. It was the perfect passage to a new decade in my life. Although I know that this realization did not just come from merely turning a number, I do believe that this is the perfect time to let go of the insecurities of my past, and face the world head on.
And I would never, ever have the confidence to do this if it wasn't for my family and friends.<3
Hey, 20s. :)
La vita bella.
Love, peace, and hair grease. <3
Saturday, January 23, 2010
New Blog
Okay, so even though I just started this blog business, I have already decided to switch websites. Why, you ask? Because with this website I can have a cute little background. Shallow reasoning, I know. But it makes me happy, nonetheless.:)
For January, it is unseasonably warm, which I couldn't be happier about. However, since I have lived in this state for my entire life, I know that the worst hasn't even started. I wish it would just come, so that spring can finally make it's appearance. And when it does snow, I better get a snow day out of it, that all I have to say.
Before this miserable season is over though, I have to endure one more thing: Valentines Day, aka the day that reminds me I'm single. Awesome. But I do really want to see that movie. It looks so cute. Plus, it has two of my favorite people in it: Taylor Lautner and Taylor Swift. Adorable, I wish they we still together. Anyways, who wants to see it with me?!
So I'm watching the SAG Award show right now and I definitely have a crush on Cory Monteith from Glee (aka my FAVORITE show). Not to mention the two other male leads, Mark Salling and Matthew Morrison are very good looking as well.;)
For January, it is unseasonably warm, which I couldn't be happier about. However, since I have lived in this state for my entire life, I know that the worst hasn't even started. I wish it would just come, so that spring can finally make it's appearance. And when it does snow, I better get a snow day out of it, that all I have to say.
Before this miserable season is over though, I have to endure one more thing: Valentines Day, aka the day that reminds me I'm single. Awesome. But I do really want to see that movie. It looks so cute. Plus, it has two of my favorite people in it: Taylor Lautner and Taylor Swift. Adorable, I wish they we still together. Anyways, who wants to see it with me?!
So I'm watching the SAG Award show right now and I definitely have a crush on Cory Monteith from Glee (aka my FAVORITE show). Not to mention the two other male leads, Mark Salling and Matthew Morrison are very good looking as well.;)
Um, hiiii.:)
PS. Glee just won a SAG award. Yay.
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