In the library at Cal State Fullerton doing gasp homework. I'm actually proud of myself because I am almost, almost done with the paper I have due a week from today.
I never study on campus. To say the least, I'm a homebody and take any chance I can get to stay home, or get home as fast as possible. So usually on Monday morning, I get to class and leave campus by 10 AM getting home and staying as least productive as I possibly can. You know, watch recorded shows, drinking coffee, catching up on gossip(Kim K. is ALREADY divorcing?!) and doing anything that does not involve school.
Today is different.
I'm meeting with a professor to talk about Grad School...if I even still want to pursue it, and had a few hours to waste (although doing homework is not time wasted). I thought about going home and coming back, but parking would be horrible and gas is expensive these days. I thought about utilizing the extremely nice, state-of-the-art student gym (there's a rock wall!) but I didn't want to get sweaty and not take a shower for a few hours (I don't use the school showers because I hate using anything communal) so I opted to do my homework.
I should stay on campus more often, because even though I have people watching as entertainment, I don't have much entertainment (Okay, I did catch up on my gossip, where I found out about the divorce, thanks laptop and Perez Hilton!) and I just surprised myself getting the majority of this pain in the ass paper done!
Monday, October 31, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Rachel.
WWRW? (What would Rachel wear?)My motto.
I know why I'm obsessed with her style. She loves denim, just like me. I call her my 'go to'. She's cute, hip and always looks on point. So this post is dedicated to her and her fabulous style. She's my style inspiration and here are a few of my favorite outfits:
I know why I'm obsessed with her style. She loves denim, just like me. I call her my 'go to'. She's cute, hip and always looks on point. So this post is dedicated to her and her fabulous style. She's my style inspiration and here are a few of my favorite outfits:
Friday, October 28, 2011
Brothers
I have two. And they. are. awesome.
I grew up with Roberto. I was the older sister that would tease and push Roberto's buttons until he would literally come physically fight me. We weren't really close growing up because he was the younger brother and I was the older sister, I definitely had a power trip.
Now both being in our twenties, we have a better understanding of the world around us, and have a mutual respect for one another. Sure we have our disagreements from time to time, but we discuss and talk like adults why we disagree and listen to each others point of view, rather than wrestle to the ground and get in trouble by dad whenever one of us cried first. We would always hold back our tears, because no way did we want to get in trouble. Roberto, I laugh thinking about those days. Back then they were a big deal and pissed us off, but now it's funny to think how we handled our arguments as kids. Roberto's awesome. He's such a kind, loving person. I laugh so much with him, and really enjoy his company.
Bradford was born when I was 12 years old, so we have a big age difference and he's kind of growing up on his own. Brad is a really cool person. I really look up to him. He's now the age I was when he was born and the way he is, is so different than the way I was at 12. Maybe it's because he has two siblings in their twenties and he's growing up a little faster than other kids his age, but he's really got a good head on his shoulders. He's got so much talent, so much personality and so much intelligence I definitely look up to him. He's into so many things and it's so cool that at 12 years old he really strives to do the things he loves. That kid is going to be extremely successful when he's my age, and it's awesome I'm able to call him my brother.
I'm lucky I got stuck with the brothers that I have. I love them!
I grew up with Roberto. I was the older sister that would tease and push Roberto's buttons until he would literally come physically fight me. We weren't really close growing up because he was the younger brother and I was the older sister, I definitely had a power trip.
Now both being in our twenties, we have a better understanding of the world around us, and have a mutual respect for one another. Sure we have our disagreements from time to time, but we discuss and talk like adults why we disagree and listen to each others point of view, rather than wrestle to the ground and get in trouble by dad whenever one of us cried first. We would always hold back our tears, because no way did we want to get in trouble. Roberto, I laugh thinking about those days. Back then they were a big deal and pissed us off, but now it's funny to think how we handled our arguments as kids. Roberto's awesome. He's such a kind, loving person. I laugh so much with him, and really enjoy his company.
Bradford was born when I was 12 years old, so we have a big age difference and he's kind of growing up on his own. Brad is a really cool person. I really look up to him. He's now the age I was when he was born and the way he is, is so different than the way I was at 12. Maybe it's because he has two siblings in their twenties and he's growing up a little faster than other kids his age, but he's really got a good head on his shoulders. He's got so much talent, so much personality and so much intelligence I definitely look up to him. He's into so many things and it's so cool that at 12 years old he really strives to do the things he loves. That kid is going to be extremely successful when he's my age, and it's awesome I'm able to call him my brother.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Work. It. Out.
I feel guilty for not going to the gym. I didn't always feel this way, guilty, but now I do.
It took me awhile to get where I am today. Back track a few years and I hardly stepped into a gym. I got a pass when I was a senior in high school and my mom splurged and hired me a personal trainer. It was nice, because someone kicked my ass and even though it was hard I did it because I was told to do it. And then the personal training stopped because it became too expensive and I fell off the wagon.
Mom pushed me, "I'm going to the gym today, come with me", and I usually would, but I'd hardly go by myself. And then I just kind of gave up and quit because it was too hard. Mom canceled my gym pass and I became lazy.
Fast forward a year and I remember sitting on the couch in the middle of the day feeling extremely lethargic. I had a good night sleep, I ate that morning, had coffee even but still felt tired. I remember thinking, "I probably should not feel like this as a 20 year old, I should have more energy". I told my mom about how I was feeling and she told me I should try to work out again, because she noticed she had so much energy from working out. So I tried to hop back on the wagon.
It was hard at first, getting back into the routine. It took me awhile to even just go. Fortunately I had a buddy, my mom, to work out with when I wasn't feeling motivated. But then after awhile I started doing it on my own and pushing myself to go a little longer. It was tough but I just did it. I started out with once a week, then twice and so on. It wasn't until about a year later that I finally hit a solid five times a week of working out. It felt good.
My energy was back and I felt like my age. I actually enjoyed working out, believe it or not. I'm much healthier now than I have ever been and it feels really good. I've lost weight and feel proud of myself. I've also developed the habit of eating better.
So I feel guilty because I have only gone twice so far this week. Today technically should be my fourth day. But if I look back at everything I have accomplished I realize I shouldn't feel guilty, but proud and it's okay to take a day off every now and then. And plus, I've got homework to do!
It took me awhile to get where I am today. Back track a few years and I hardly stepped into a gym. I got a pass when I was a senior in high school and my mom splurged and hired me a personal trainer. It was nice, because someone kicked my ass and even though it was hard I did it because I was told to do it. And then the personal training stopped because it became too expensive and I fell off the wagon.
Mom pushed me, "I'm going to the gym today, come with me", and I usually would, but I'd hardly go by myself. And then I just kind of gave up and quit because it was too hard. Mom canceled my gym pass and I became lazy.
Fast forward a year and I remember sitting on the couch in the middle of the day feeling extremely lethargic. I had a good night sleep, I ate that morning, had coffee even but still felt tired. I remember thinking, "I probably should not feel like this as a 20 year old, I should have more energy". I told my mom about how I was feeling and she told me I should try to work out again, because she noticed she had so much energy from working out. So I tried to hop back on the wagon.
It was hard at first, getting back into the routine. It took me awhile to even just go. Fortunately I had a buddy, my mom, to work out with when I wasn't feeling motivated. But then after awhile I started doing it on my own and pushing myself to go a little longer. It was tough but I just did it. I started out with once a week, then twice and so on. It wasn't until about a year later that I finally hit a solid five times a week of working out. It felt good.
My energy was back and I felt like my age. I actually enjoyed working out, believe it or not. I'm much healthier now than I have ever been and it feels really good. I've lost weight and feel proud of myself. I've also developed the habit of eating better.
So I feel guilty because I have only gone twice so far this week. Today technically should be my fourth day. But if I look back at everything I have accomplished I realize I shouldn't feel guilty, but proud and it's okay to take a day off every now and then. And plus, I've got homework to do!
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Stressed
It's Tuesday and there is no room for fun. (I'm adding blogging to my homework list.)
School has become overwhelming. I'm not sure if it's because I'm this close to graduation and trying to think of future plans or because my work keeps piling up and up and just trying to catch up.
my piles of homework, and calendar to help keep me sane.
I feel like I am constantly writing a paper one after the other, APA style which if you're not familiar with is a pain in the ass itself. With all that said I am also trying to figure out what needs to be taken next semester, where to intern at because you must intern before you get your diploma, and if scheduling will work out so I can still work while going to school and interning and trying to have a social life.
It's tough being 23.
I look up to my mom, I have no idea how she did it. She was married by 23, still in school trying to get her bachelor's degree to eventually become a teacher.
At 25 my mom and dad had me. By choice. My mom was still in school still trying to pursue her bachelor's all the while trying to be a good mom and have a great marriage. My parents switched their schedules. Mom would go to school all day while Dad and I slept or played and then Mom would come home while Dad worked the graveyard shift trying to provide for the family. I really give them a ton of credit.
I'm just trying to find time to do homework but still live life and have fun. I'm not married and I don't have kids. I should probably just enjoy the ride, because come summer I'll probably be bored I'm out of school and don't have anything to study for...until I try to pursue grad school anyway and then I'll have a batch of new stresses.
School has become overwhelming. I'm not sure if it's because I'm this close to graduation and trying to think of future plans or because my work keeps piling up and up and just trying to catch up.
my piles of homework, and calendar to help keep me sane.I feel like I am constantly writing a paper one after the other, APA style which if you're not familiar with is a pain in the ass itself. With all that said I am also trying to figure out what needs to be taken next semester, where to intern at because you must intern before you get your diploma, and if scheduling will work out so I can still work while going to school and interning and trying to have a social life.
It's tough being 23.
I look up to my mom, I have no idea how she did it. She was married by 23, still in school trying to get her bachelor's degree to eventually become a teacher.
At 25 my mom and dad had me. By choice. My mom was still in school still trying to pursue her bachelor's all the while trying to be a good mom and have a great marriage. My parents switched their schedules. Mom would go to school all day while Dad and I slept or played and then Mom would come home while Dad worked the graveyard shift trying to provide for the family. I really give them a ton of credit.
I'm just trying to find time to do homework but still live life and have fun. I'm not married and I don't have kids. I should probably just enjoy the ride, because come summer I'll probably be bored I'm out of school and don't have anything to study for...until I try to pursue grad school anyway and then I'll have a batch of new stresses.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Us
We met over four years ago. It never really occurred to me that we would be together. I met him through one of my really good friends and they would always hang out, and I'd tag along many times being the "third wheel". It was fun though, the three of us would just hang out, talk, laugh do whatever.
I started to develop feelings but brushed them off. "No, we're just friends", would go through my mind. I heard he thought I was cute but again I brushed it off. "We're just friends." This went on for sometime all the meanwhile I'm realizing "I do like him, he's cute, he's funny, he's so nice!" and then it just happened.
It was out of the blue, like all my friends had told me in the past. "It will come when you least expect it". Our relationship just started off as fun. We'd hang out and talk and get to know each other, but it was never anything serious. I think we both thought, "this is fun for now, but I'm sure we'll both move on." But we kept hanging out, and our feelings kept developing. I remember asking him what we were. "We're hanging out, friends, like each other, into each other and only seeing each other." "Okay" I said, "but I want to be your girlfriend." "Why? It's just a title, we both know what we are."
I never had a boyfriend. High school was just high school. I hung out with my friends, never got to know anyone on a boyfriend type level. This was the closest thing I had to it, and I wanted that title, I guess I was a typical girl, so I braved it and asked him out.
We went to the movies that night and it was on my mind more than ever. I figured after the movie I'd bring it up. The time had come. "I really want to be your girlfriend, I know we're both committed and not seeing anyone else, but I really want that title, I've never had a boyfriend before, and I really want to call you mine." "Ha, Ha, alright, let's do it then. We're boyfriend and girlfriend." And that was that. We drove home, as boyfriend and girlfriend.
We haven't looked back since. We've fallen in love, we've had our fights, we've made up, we're living our lives. Chris and I have officially been together for 3 years, he's made the last three years really, really good and I truly love him.
I started to develop feelings but brushed them off. "No, we're just friends", would go through my mind. I heard he thought I was cute but again I brushed it off. "We're just friends." This went on for sometime all the meanwhile I'm realizing "I do like him, he's cute, he's funny, he's so nice!" and then it just happened.
It was out of the blue, like all my friends had told me in the past. "It will come when you least expect it". Our relationship just started off as fun. We'd hang out and talk and get to know each other, but it was never anything serious. I think we both thought, "this is fun for now, but I'm sure we'll both move on." But we kept hanging out, and our feelings kept developing. I remember asking him what we were. "We're hanging out, friends, like each other, into each other and only seeing each other." "Okay" I said, "but I want to be your girlfriend." "Why? It's just a title, we both know what we are."
I never had a boyfriend. High school was just high school. I hung out with my friends, never got to know anyone on a boyfriend type level. This was the closest thing I had to it, and I wanted that title, I guess I was a typical girl, so I braved it and asked him out.
We went to the movies that night and it was on my mind more than ever. I figured after the movie I'd bring it up. The time had come. "I really want to be your girlfriend, I know we're both committed and not seeing anyone else, but I really want that title, I've never had a boyfriend before, and I really want to call you mine." "Ha, Ha, alright, let's do it then. We're boyfriend and girlfriend." And that was that. We drove home, as boyfriend and girlfriend.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
my interesting collection
I understand it, but people may not, I have a weakness for collecting clothing catalogs. Interesting, right? But there’s a reason why. It’s not even about the models, who are just as beautiful, but the clothes, the shoes, the whole outfit put together! I subscribe to a few, ok many and I kid you not when I get one in the mail I get really, really excited like I just received a personal letter from a long lost friend.
First let me just say I love, love capital L-O-V-E clothes. Ever since I was young I have just fallen in love with clothes. I suppose I’m the average girl that loves feeling pretty and looking cute, which I do, but clothes call to me. I love putting together outfits and looking just perfect from head to toe. I suppose that’s why I love fashion catalogs, they always look so put together.
My favorite: J.Crew. Let me just say that I go through that catalog multiple times and study the outfits and decide how the stylist put what and what together and how they nailed it so perfectly. I used to dream about being a stylist, my dream keeps reoccurring and I believe I want to go back to being a stylist, particularly for fashion catalogs. They give me inspiration on how I want to dress and they give me plenty of ideas. I fall in love, in so much love with the glossy print FREE pages of these catalogs. That’s the second best part, they’re free and offer so much advice without words! The first best part are the photos of the clothes, obviously. For some reason I just can’t stop smiling when I look at pages and pages of catalogs. You should see my closet, I’m pretty sure I have over a hundred, and they’re not going anywhere because they’re my collection, and I like looking at pretty things, and I’m always into being inspired when it comes to putting an outfit together!
Friday, October 21, 2011
"It's my first time!"
I wanted to start a blog because honestly, I'm not really sure why because I consider myself a private person but I think it's because I wanted something I could talk about other than the usual and boring work and school. What pushed me really was my boyfriend, Chris. He's currently in the midst of trying to do something productive like kick ass projects and killer jams and building amazing websites. I wanted something like that to show off too, so I decided on the blog.
My mom also helped me. She currently has a blog (I'm going to shout out...mydistanthusband.blogspot.com) about life and struggles on being a mom and wife here in California, and my dad being a working citizen there, in Arkansas. Her stories are filled with love and amusement, and I thought I could also contribute something fun into the internet world as well.
And Rebecah, my great pal (another shout out: strippedfromthreads.blogspot.com). She's a fashionista and I look up to her, and she has this amazing blog that shares her inspirations through fashion and art and she inspires me to shout out my inspirations.
So this is my first time! and I hope to humor you and make you smile sometime and share to you my world of being a 20 something still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life and trying to have as much fun along the way!
My mom also helped me. She currently has a blog (I'm going to shout out...mydistanthusband.blogspot.com) about life and struggles on being a mom and wife here in California, and my dad being a working citizen there, in Arkansas. Her stories are filled with love and amusement, and I thought I could also contribute something fun into the internet world as well.
And Rebecah, my great pal (another shout out: strippedfromthreads.blogspot.com). She's a fashionista and I look up to her, and she has this amazing blog that shares her inspirations through fashion and art and she inspires me to shout out my inspirations.
So this is my first time! and I hope to humor you and make you smile sometime and share to you my world of being a 20 something still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life and trying to have as much fun along the way!
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