Wednesday, September 30, 2009


I don't think there is anything worse in the transition of seasons than when your waking up early to get a shower and you have to turn the water off. Its that immediate chill that hits you in your steamy bathroom. Its like being doused with cold water even though the water is no longer running. Even your plush, fluffy towel is not enough to alleviate the goosebumps and desire to sprint down the hall and put on every pair of sweatpants you own.
That was me this morning. Unhappy and shivering hurrying down the hall and cursing the change of seasons in Athens County.

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Bed Time

After a hard, long week of never ending work, classes, and school (yes, it's only Tuesday) all I want to do is collapse in my bed. Actually, these beds from Anthropologie are looking mighty tempting. Colors and patterns are fantastic and make everything more appealing.

Sunday, September 27, 2009


One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree.
"Which road do I take?" she asked.
"Where do you want to go" was his response.
"I don't know" Alice answered.
"Then," said the cat "it doesn't matter."

Saturday, September 26, 2009


I love after the start of a new school year or moving to a new place when all the things that were so new and unfamiliar begin to become normal. I love knowing all the little shops in Athens around my house, I love having a new routine for the new year, I love cooking dinner with Perry and learning new recipes as we scour Athens for the proper ingredients.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009


What is Love?

Love is my dad texting me knock knock jokes while I walk home from work at midnight so that I'm not alone.

Monday, September 14, 2009

French Cinema

I have fallen in love with French film, and almost everything inspired by it. <3
In comparison with recent American films I have seen, Amelie and Paris, je t'aime provided an artistic relief through an almost storybook world which is vibrant and richly colored, surpassing most creative illustrations I have seen in the United States.
Everything is portrayed in a heightened sense where each screen shot is perfect enough to paint a portrait and the plot line is more engaging and entertaining than real life.

I plan on adding both movies to my small collection as soon as I get the money.
I discovered these films through the canceled TV show Pushing Daisies which is just as fantastic, and largely inspired by Amelie.
I highly suggest checking out all three.

Ziegfeld Girls

I happened to stumble across these fantastic pictures of the Ziegfeld Girls, appropriately, after my post about classiness. I think they are charming and beautiful though a little less clothed. The Ziegfeld girls were show girls in the very early 2th century in New York City and loosened the literal and figurative corsets of the day.

Enjoy. More pictures can be found at

Week 2

It is week 2 of school. After the long and mind numbing break it is almost a relief to feel my brain slowly pushing itself back into extreme stress and overload mode again. It feels like I woke up to a fire alarm only to find that half the building has already burnt down. That’s what my brain feels like right now. That “Of my f*cking God. I need to get moving”
I pray to god I can move fast enough

Monday, September 7, 2009

And All That Jazz

I think classiness is sexy. It’s a powerful aura of charm, wit, and respectability that is being slowly lost to the crowds of vulgar language and demeaned morals. The aristocracy and the bourgeoisie and proletariat are being washed out and replaced by liberals and conservatives. Nothing is as proper as it once was. The flow and charm and enigma of society have been debased to a crude and coarse manner of everyday being. I miss men who take pride in wearing a tie or a nice hat, tucking their shirts into their pants, women who change out of sweatpants and don’t utter “like” every sentence. It’s the lost charm of style and living with sips of brandy and pocket watches, a jaunty tip of the hat and a subtle glance. It is mysterious and it is sexy, it oozes sex. Its that intangible quality of taking pride in yourself. It’s an aura of bygone years drifting away on the powder and smoke of dress ties or hats and the whispers of pretty language. It is elegance in a degraded state, which is now itself in a state of degradation.

Sunday, September 6, 2009


It's the waft of old beer that hits your face while walking down the streets in Athens that splinters my indifference to my local and gives my brain a splash of reality. I could be walking down any street in the United States when I'm not focused on my surroundings, until that odor of old, spilt beer reaches your nostrils.

Other than that I have been inexplicably happy in my transition back to OU after the summers festivities. Perry and I have been experimenting with Manacotti and stir frys and other wondrous food on our poor college budget.

I think part of my complete happiness comes from knowing that these are a precious few days where there is no worry of school or work and no pressing deadlines. These are few hours that will be quickly gone and I will long for them repeatedly throughout the year.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009


My bedroom in Athens has been a series of works. I am finally moved in and loving it. I still need to get some storage and maybe a dresser, but for the most part everything is where it is supposed to be and I no longer have to live in fear and dread of awful room mates. My dad and Perry helped me do a ton of work on the room to make it livable. Without my dad's truck not a single piece of furniture would have ever made it out of Cincinnati.

So everything started how the pig girl who lived here before me left it- disgusting and dilapidated. Nothing looked clean or nice, the paint was so thin you could see where it had run down the walls as it dried. So the first task was a new coat of paint on the walls and ceiling as well as quarter round on parts where the ceiling and walls don't quite mesh.

This past Sunday was the third and final trip to Athens and I moved in for good. The truck was jam packed with all the stuff from my room and my bed and mattresses ect. I can't believe everything made it up, and I don't even want to think about having to pack it up and move everything at the end of the year. I don't even think it will be possible. I should start downsizing now...