School starts en dos dias. YIKES! And though I am sad to leave behind lazy days and beautiful sunshine, I look forward to a fresh start of my junior year. Straight A's here I come (.... hopefully... probably not... it would be nice... already dreading the thought of papers... and pop quizzes... and difficult tests... AHHHH). But I do love the beginning of the school year, when it's easy to have an optimistic outlook on all the hills that lie ahead (is it lay or lie? I'm an English major and it still throws me through loops trying to figure that one out. That's probably not good.) But I am most excited about... FALL WEATHER!!! Being outside with the leaves falling, wearing comfy sweatshirts, drinking apple cider or hot cocoa, bonfires, Badger football games, the smell of autumn air, cool breezes, and the list goes on and on and on...But before getting into major fall mode, I mustn't forget to scribble down some highlights from summer that I have neglected to record. Oh summer, I love you... just not as much as I love fall. No hard feelings.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Undocumented Happenings of Summer that Deserve Documentation
Monday, August 24, 2009
Going Downtown with my ma
"Entering the solid, gray, building, mom would repeat the name of the floor our car was parked on. May. Floor number five. Before Bloomingdale's entrance was the shop with all the headpieces. So many pretty things that would never be bought. But we bought something. The crown of flowers. Tiny, white flowers. You had them put little blue beads in the crown to match my dress, the dress I'd wear to crown the blessed Virgin Mary the following week. We finished off our day of shopping at Tucci Benucch. It's closed now. We ordered bruschetta and just kept each other company. I was so happy that day. I hope you were too."
This is my dresser and the back right photo is one my mom took of me the day of May crowning. I'm wearing the crown of flowers we bought. I still have it and hope to maybe wear it on my wedding day.
On our latest excursion downtown, we didn't get to all the shopping, but we did go on the Wendella Boat Ride and took the Architecture Tour on the Chicago River. We've done it twice before, but it never gets old. It was a beautiful day outside and needless to say I snapped away at all the humongo buildings we passed. Enjoy!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
1970s Irish Suburbia
Friday, August 14, 2009
Lazy Day
Monday, August 10, 2009
Little Nuggets & Au Revoir Kevin
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Find a Penny...
Monday, July 27, 2009
Dear Sleep, Why do we have such a complicated relationship?
This was written at 1:54 a.m. on July 23rd. Naturally, I should've been either finishing my homework or sleeping.
Lately I have gotten into this really, really weird trend of waking up early. And I mean, I’m talking early. The past 5 days I have woken up at 6 at the latest (4:05 at the earliest). And if anyone who knows me is reading this (probably no one is reading this), then they know that I am not an “early bird gets the worm” kinda girl. I enjoy my sleep. Very, very much so. So anyway, there of course is reason to this madness (and madness to the reason). My summer school class has me reading these articles that are fairly interesting, but they are SO DARN LONG. Like 30 pages in tiny, tiny print and it’s the sort of article that has like 3 columns per page making it extra dense. (Hey Charles-Dickens-wannabe, you aren’t getting paid by the word. FYI). And I have to read 4 articles each night. And then write a paper on one of them for the next day. And I have a quiz on them every morning so I can’t really slack on the reading or skim it. Ok, ok so you’re reading this (again, I understand the “you” is an abyss and that actually no one is reading this. That’s cool; I’m still going to rant) and are thinking stop complaining and just do it. And that’s why I really need to get someone to sit next to me and like every 10 minutes make sure I am not daydreaming, because that’s exactly what I’ve been doing. I’ll “read” a paragraph and then take a subconscious 20 minute break where I contemplate what people in Switzerland think of Swiss Miss hot chocolate; Or I imagine which flowers would be in my hypothetical wedding bouquet; Or I take a trip down memory lane to 2nd grade and reflect on how sweaty and red Timmy D. would look after playing some intense crab-soccer in gym class; that boy sure did share a striking resemblance to a tomato (a sweaty tomato. Yes, I know those don’t exist…but for the sake of the story, go wit it).
And so, the moral of the story is don’t daydream. Because it causes you to lengthen (by hours) the time it takes to do your work, and then you feel guilty about not finishing your work so you stay up to obscene hours and try to finish it. But then you realize that you aren’t actually reading because it’s 3 in the morning and your eyes have this feeling that they have a film covering them, making it nearly impossible to keep them open. And then you pray for a snow day. And then you remember it’s summer and the chances of snow are pretty slim. And so then you also realize that you haven’t even started your paper that’s due the next morning and kinda freak out. So you set your alarm for 5:30ish. You go to sleep. You wake up at 5:30 and the first thing that crosses your mind is “OH HELL NO!” and you hit the snooze button and sleep for another 15 minutes. You wake up, rub your eyes, splash cold water on your face, make a lil Dunkin Donuts Coffee, and get down to business.
You arrive to class feeling/looking like a zombie. You are pretty pissed off at your current state. You look at the clock and see it’s 10:15 and get nostalgic about the days when you were a kid and summer at this hour meant watching Scooby Doo with your brother and hearing the voice of your mom call you down for breakfast. And then you remember that you don’t have any milk and need to pick that up after class (you of course forget). You then quickly read over your notes because you are about to take a quiz. You have bittersweets thoughts in your head regarding your teacher: damn you for assigning all that reading…but I guess I can forgive you because you are like the nicest guy ever and have this geeky, black framed glasses look going on. And then you think “oh dear I have a haphazard crush on my 28 year old married professor”. And then you take the quiz. And then you sit in lecture for 2.5 hours. And then you repeat all the above for 4 more days until the weekend.
This was taken at 4:15 in the morning last week. An hour I really do not like to see. But it did kinda look pretty outside. The sun was just starting to peek through.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Allan's Centennial Garden and Farmer's Market
