5/15/12 10:13 AM
I am SO bummed right now, and its because I tried to get some sleep between 5am and now, and did not at all. So I did another rewrite for Grodsky, but I’ve been saving the worst for last so hopefully I get this shit done even today. Holy crap I’ve been slow with everything related to schoolwork this semester/year.
Honestly, I don’t know why I can’t stop being sad that I didn’t register in John’s brain between his shower and bed even though he promised.
This is me presenting my independent research study titled “Implications of the Arab Spring on Women’s Rights” at Undergraduate Research and Creative Achievement Day (URCAD) 2012. Behind me to the left is the reporter from the Baltimore Sun, Childs Walker, who featured me in an article in which you can go to read here:
http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/maryland/baltimore-county/bs-md-umbc-research-fair-20120425,0,4999050.story
(Source: umbcurcad.wordpress.com)
Real love hurts so much sometimes, because really you can’t have one without the other. For all of the sublime moments of happiness I experience in love, I did some thinking while breaking down and crying finally at the last rest stop before home, and I realized it hurts this much because it is that good. I love my boyfriend with an intensity that leaves me stunned. He literally takes my breath away and I am not kidding. During one separation anxiety attack, I got really close to hyperventilating before my mind said to me, “stop being so fucking crazy emotional right now, you short sighted idiot”. (word for word btw) I just need more of these a-ha moments where I can think beyond today. Today, my head hangs heavy, my eyes are burning, and I am bereft of my boyfriend’s presence. He’s not here. He’s not right here where I can touch him, squeeze him, laugh with him, and just talk forever about anything. Life back at home seems to suck even more now because I have gotten a taste of the sweet life. Having this incredible partner who is my counselor, life coach, de-stresser and pain killer all wrapped into one human being, makes the pangs in my chest stab me harder when I go back to my house that feels so empty, cold and withdrawn from the outside, without the vitality and presence it has John is there. He literally makes my house come alive. It seems like I just started feeling alive again. For the first time in months, I actually feel passion for living again: to be healthy, to live long, to love and be loved, to succeed, and to make my love proud of me. I hope I do. (Taken with Instagram at Maryland House Travel Plaza)
The Good & Weird Collective’s Spring/Summer 2012 look: NO HEELS. NEVER HEELS. DISCOMFORT RULES.
That middle one is what actually happens in about seven minutes, when we’re like, Fuck These Shoes.
SERIOUSLY, these shoes are not uncomfortable. I own a pair and if I could afford more, I absolutely would in a heartbeat. They’re more comfortable than any 3 inch stiletto out there guaranteed.
I love Daphne Guinness and Natacha Marro. #awesome #comfortable #gorgeous shoes
I feel terrible if people don’t ever get to experience this type of bliss, whatever that means for them….
Its like I got whacked upside the head with the love stick and all I see are hearts everywhere. Somehow nothing sounds bad when looking at life from this perspective. Things don’t seem to worry me as much, and given my neurotic semester, this is one reprieve I never thought I would enjoy.
It’s like hearing the exact perfect chords being struck against a piano, well, in my head a harpsichord, since I love the way music boxes sound. But instead of music these are the steps of my life, or those few seconds that constitute moments. They say nothing lasts forever, so I’m glad that this can only evolve into something even better.
—Amy Winehouse “Our Day Will Come”
(Source: ladybugjuice)
Daphne Guinness was looking badass in Paris on Thursday.
The lover of all things fashion was dressed in head to toe black and was even carrying Beats by Dr Dre headphones.