Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Future Plans

These are PERFECT for a baby shower (which will not be for a long time for me, but still). Can you guess why?

Via Zukr Boutique on Etsy

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Help me out by VOTING!

I'm trying to raise money to study abroad. Please help me by voting on this essay! If I make it into the finals I might just win $5,000!

Help me win a $5,000 college scholarship. Vote for my essay!

Tuesday, January 17, 2012


You've heard about it, you know what it is. On January 24th SOPA will come up for voting, and if it passes the internet will die. They say it is only to stop piracy, but it's only a matter of time before it is used to stop much more than it was intended to.

The bill will already shut down huge sites where communities flourish on parodies and sharing their favorite things. Imagine what will happen when someone with a bit of power doesn't like someone's idea? Banned. And think of all the organized protests in Egypt that couldn't have happened if it weren't for Facebook. This bill will not only take away our daily dose of funny pictures, videos, and blogs but it will also eventually take away our greatest way to communicate and express ourselves freely.

The only people pushing this bill are the ones who stand to profit. A bill driven by greed will never stop at just its outlined use. Tomorrow thousands of websites will strike in protest.

(If you want to know how to strike, go here:

Friday, December 9, 2011

What if...

What if this is true? Quick! Someone invent a cat mind reader thingy! Then again, they would probably just say something like, "Get it off, get it off, GET IT OFF BEFORE I DIE!!!" And they would never actually share the secrets to life with us anyways, so there's no point. Never mind, geniuses of the world, just stick to trying to cure cancer.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

May the Force be with...

This made me smile, so now it makes you smile too!

On another note, today I discovered that one (only one) of the public transit buses in San Luis Obispo is not like the others. Oh no, one of the buses is not the same. And of course I would notice. Most of the buses are bilingual and their seat covers have a pattern of red and blue alternating bars (just the thing to liven up those boring ol' gray interiors!). But this one particular bus is a rebel. It has rainbow bars (it's a fashion statement), and it has only English signs. I began to wonder about the implications of this and what sort of statement the transit people were trying to make, but then I got bored and ruminated on how much I feel sorry for the poor person who had to design the pattern on those seats.

Also, at the bus stop, there was a homeless man with a DVD player. And a bunch of sketchy guys talking about something very seriously, but I don't know what because they always dropped their voices right as they mentioned whatever it was. I was very disappointed, I wanted to know what the "stupid bitch" had done to mess up everything.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

This is Living

I went to the kitchen to get my cherry pie (which my boyfriend kindly bought for me as a surprise) from the fridge. I ignored the dishes stacked in the drying rack like a terrible game of Jenga gone wrong, the white counters that are covered in appliances, food, towels and crumbs, the pile of cardboard boxes stacked to the ceiling, and opened the fridge. My pie was not where it had been, it was hidden behind the Arizona Iced Tea bottles, which were hidden behind the numerous root beer bottles, which were on behind the mayonnaise, which were on top of the tortillas. When I had happily eaten another piece of my pie I placed it back where I found it.
Living with five guys really makes a girl feel good about her own habits.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

The Definition of Fun

After everyone moved to SLO to begin school we all went to farmers market. We spent hours in a coffee shop called Kruezburg, CA, our favorite place. We were there until nearly midnight playing chess and scrabble, having the time of our lives and laughing so hard we were hoarse by the end of the night. Next to us was a group of people who were also laughing, but it was because they were getting drunk. Walking back to the car I saw so many people around our age flooding the bars, or leaving them. It made me happy to know that my group's idea of a good time didn't involve alcohol. We weren't stumbling home and we can actually remember how much fun we had.