Moment #59 to #74

Does sleeping in and watching Netflix count as raging during Spring Break?

As a college student, one of the questions that my family members, specifically my grandparents, always ask is, “Are you going to have a crazy spring break like they do on reality television?” The answer is no. Absolutely not. Aside from the fact that I’m TRYING to be smart about how much money I spend and what I spend it on, I’m an incredibly old soul. The thought of running around on a beach all day and partying all night makes me want to take a nap. Instead of going home and making more dents on my parents couches, I decided to stay at my apartment at school. So far, being here has given me the 3 things that I want most in a vacation:

1. Silence
2. Silence
3. No one around so it’s ABSOLUTELY QUIET

Being on campus when people are on break is a totally new atmosphere. There’s no hussle and bussle, no crazy parties at all hours of the night, and I get to sleep in because I don’t have any classes. So, since I’ve gotten to relax and clear my head, I’ve gotten some much needed work done (at my own pace of course):

1. Cleaned my apartment. I cleaned everything. Literally everything. It was the best 7 hours of work I’ve done since….well….the last time I went on a cleaning spree.
2. Sleep in. My body is officially hard wired to wake up at 6 am. And yes I’ve still been waking up pretty early. But this week, I’ve gotten to doze off for a few more hours before I get out of bed and that has actually made me the happiest person in the world.
3. Work out. I haven’t done enough of it this semester, but I almost exploded with joy when I went back and realized that I can run faster and for a longer amount of time than I could this summer. Here’s to improvement!
4. To do list. I make lists almost daily and over this past break, I’ve gotten a HUGE chunk of my work done. I still have a bit left but between the rest of today and tomorrow, I should be all done.

So, those are my moments in a nutshell. Now I have to run. My afternoon nap is calling. GOD I love spring break.

Happy Birthday Dr. Seuss

I found this video on Google+ and I couldn’t help share it. Today marks the 109th birthday of a man who has fascinated, inspired, and delighted me ever since I was a little tot. When you’re younger, you never realize how powerful his words are. You think that “One Fish, Two Fish” is just about aquatic animals and “Oh, The Places We Will Go” is nothing more than a nursery rhyme. It wasn’t until I got older that I realized that every Dr. Seuss tale was a small life lesson. He taught me to never stop dreaming, never stop moving, never stop trying, and, most importantly, never stop believing. So, Happy Birthday to you, old friend, and thank you adding a pinch of magic to my younger years.

Moment #43 to #58

Have you ever realized that moment where you think, “Holy crap I have NO IDEA what I’m doing with my life.”

Short and sweet: every moment that I’ve had for the past however many days above has been sleeping. Why? Because that’s the only time that my mind is going NUTS trying to figure out what to do with itself. I don’t know what internship to apply for, whether or not I should go to grad school, what field I’m going to enter, nfjkdslanfjasdl;nf. So, to take my mind off of things, I bring you the Top 10 cutest pictures of the day. Just say awww…..

Moment #40 to #42

How long have you spent inside without seeing the light of day?

This weekend was quiet. That’s definitely going to change starting today, but this weekend was the perfect break…

Moment #40: Spent my Saturday night watching my favorite movie with one of my Partners in Crime. Gotta love quiet nights.

Moment #41: I had the best lazy morning ever. I woke up, made a cup of tea and an English muffin, and just laid in bed.

Moment #42: It was perfectly sunny when I walked to class this morning. As a Cuse student, any time the sun comes out, it’s like a holiday.

Moment #15 to #39

When was the last time you scared the s*** out of yourself?

I took an unintentional hiatus because the past few weeks have been too crazy to fathom. Classes, homework, work work, meetings, events, cleaning, removing snow from my boots, getting my car fixed, applying for internships, breathing, eating, sleeping (not), keep a social life, attempting to cook, working out again, EVENTUALLY getting my wisdom teeth removed, starting research, figuring out what I want to do with my future, looking at grad schools, grading papers, and trying not to trip on a daily basis.

That actually looks heinous.

But it’s 1 am, I’m playing my “Relax” playlist, and I have no class tomorrow so I figured I should take the time to reflect. Every single item on the list above has been on my mind since I returned to Syracuse. I’ve heard from MANY people that your junior year will always be your hardest, I never really figured out why until now. If I could describe my junior year, thus far, in one word, I would say “changing”. There is nothing that I have done or been a part of that has remained the same since the year started

Last semester I was an e-board member, potential law school applicant, and a veggie burger addict who never seemed to really catch her footing. This semester, so far, I’ve become a head OL, e-council member, and possible MBA applicant who is constantly plagued with anxiety. I’m not going to lie I’m scared. I’m more scared now than I have ever been of anything in my entire life. It’s not the change that scares me: I can deal with that. It’s the uncertainty.

I’ve realized that my junior year has been and will continue to be so difficult because it’s like the beginning of the end. This is the part where I have to start seriously thinking about my future as opposed to just sitting at Starbucks and talking to my friends about how one day, we’re going to apply to our dream internship and spend the summer away from home. That day is today and it’s scaring the s*** out of me. I feel like I’m not ready yet. For anything.

The thought of applying anywhere, whether it be an internship or eventually grad school, gives me the worst anxiety I could imagine. And yet, for some reason, the world has decided that I’m ready for it. I realize that there isn’t much that I can do considering that it’s impossible to stop a moving train, but something in the back of my mind is telling me that I’m just not ready to grow up yet.

This is my big moment. Next destination: completely undecided.

Moment #8 to #14

Have you ever missed someone so much that you didn’t realize it until you saw them again?

Moment #8 to #14 is all grouped together in one wonderful package and wrapped in an orange polo. This past weekend, I got to see some of my favorite people on campus. We spent 4 days laughing, eating, helping, and leading. They got me through every tired moment and without their support, nothing that happened within those moments would have been possible. 

Moment #5

What do you do when someone tells you something that you don’t want to hear?

My best friend gave me a good mental a** kicking today. She’s the type of person who knows when I beat myself up and forces me to see things from a different angle. I hate it when she’s right, but today, she was. Now I’m back to square 1.

Inked

What are you obsessed with?

I have a secret (sort of) obsession with something that has officially taken over my life. It’s something that I don’t have, would probably never get, but that I cannot live without. It’s tattoos. I first fell in love with them when I was in high school. There was this guy (there’s always a guy) that I went to school with and I guess you could call him a “bad boy”. I thought he was a complete a**h***. He was rude to everyone, vulgar, and an all around schmo  The only reason that I could stand the sight of him was the fact that A) he was RIDICULOUSLY HOT. B) he had a tattoo.

It was this weird design that almost seemed cult like, but I would always stare at it. As time went on, I started to notice other peoples tattoos, Google tattoos, etc. I even went to get one once but I chickened out and bought myself Starbucks instead. Luckily for me, I have Pinterest (my second addiction), so I can look at as many tats as often and for as long as I want. I’ve also developed a “tattoo taste”. When looking at tattoos, there are 3 things that I automatically notice:

1. Placement: I love tattoos that are in peculiar places. On the collar bone, running down the forearm, or behind the ear are my favorites.
2. Color: I HATE COLOR TATTOOS. I don’t really know why but I have yet to see one that I think was tastefully done.
3. Intricacy: In my opinion, a tattoo is as cool as the meaning behind it. As much as I LOVE tattoos that look almost like Aztec patterns because they are so detailed, I’m a sucker for any tattoo that has a real meaning behind it. And not just a peace sign because you think it’s cute.

I would love to sit with a tattoo artist and just come up spend hours taking my thoughts and turning them into tattoos. Weird? Maybe. Do I care? Not at all. Here are some of my favorites….

Moment #4

Have you ever been stuck between a rock, a hard place, and a brick wall?

I had a pressure moment today. It was one of those moments where you have a slight slip of mind which slaps you in the face with a minor panic. I decided that if there was ever a time to meditate, the time was now. It took me 2 hours and countless deep breaths, but I finally calmed myself down.

Moment #3

Why is it that it’s so easy for people to count what they don’t have rather than be content with what they do have?

I had one of those moments where I had to force myself not to do what my mind convinced me was right. I’ve been looking at applying for internships recently, and my mind is telling me to apply for jobs that will do more for me financially; while my heart is telling me that I should try what I love because there’s no value that I can put on an experience that lets me pursue my passions. This is one battle that I can honestly say I don’t know the outcome of, so until I figure something out, I keep searching.