Saturday, December 17, 2011


Things I learned about myself while packing for Christmas Break

    So I've been packing for break for a few hours now and I've found myself really lost as to what I'll actually need. I mean, I'll only be away from school for three weeks, and I plan to be away from home with my friends and what not for at least 50% of that time, so I've found myself thinking, like, how much stuff do I actually need? I mean, somehow with the way my brain is reacting to my finals sleep schedule, no socks and 12 pairs of sunglasses seems like a totally logical way to pack for DECEMBER. Sure, Larra, yeah, whatever. 
    SO anyway, the good news is, packing has caused me to actually do some cleaning. My floor still needs swept, and if you're my Facebook friend, you may have seen that I discovered that between me and Morgan (my roommate from Freshman year) I was definitely the messy one. On another note, I'm hopped up on enough coffee that I'm basically tweaking out and nothing is making very much sense except, oddly enough, JennaMarbles videos, of all things. Basically I'm running around my room at 3:30 AM in a state of OMG WHAT IS HAPPENING TO MY LIFE RIGHT NOW I NEED TO STUDY BUT I ALSO NEED TO PACK BUT I ALSO NEED TO CLEAN AND IM NOT SURE HOW TO PRIORITIZE ALL THIS. 
    But as I was saying, actually the truth is, I have no idea what I was saying and I'm way too lazy to read over everything I just typed, so I'll leave you with this:

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Bangin' tesshirt-to-racerback tank tutorial.

So instead of sorting my laundry this afternoon, I started exploring DIY teeshirt recon.
This link from showed me how to turn a regular teeshirt into this bangin' tank top:

Fabulous, right? And I love that it's racerback, because I have such narrow shoulders that regular tank tops slide off all the time! Check it, out, it's great!

Monday, December 5, 2011

Happy Birthday to Me.

    Okay, so as I'm writing this it's not technically my birthday, not yet anyway. But it will be in 2 hours and 44 minutes, and I'm not totally sure how I feel about it. I feel like there's so much left to do, and 2 hours and change is not enough time to do it in. Tomorrow I won't have the "crazy teenager" excuse. Tomorrow I will have successfully avoided being a teen parent. Tomorrow I will go from  being a Teen to being a Twentysomething. It's all a little weird, I guess. 
    Birthdays in college are highly anticlimactic. You go to work and you go to class and if you're lucky you go out with some friends to get cheap food and talk about how old you feel. I remember so vividly being 7 or 8 or 9, thinking about how 13 seemed so old, and that 16 was practically an adult. 21 seemed forever away, and now it's right around the corner. Now I look back on thirteen and think, "I was just a baby." I look back on sixteen and think, "If only I knew then what I know now." I look back just a year and a half ago. I was eighteen, just starting college, thinking I was grown up, out "on my own." Oh, how little did I know.
    So now I'm staring twenty in the face, and it looks good. Twenty looks like losing weight and finding myself. Twenty looks like a summer full of music festivals and bare feet and happiness. Twenty look good, and while I'll miss Nineteen, I can't wait to see what's coming.
    2 hours and 19 minutes. Hello, Twenty.