Girl's Night Out!

Hey, ladies! I just wanted to let you all know about this AWESOME pamper night! This Saturday, May 22, Mary Kay is hosting a Girl's Night Out party. They have reserved the Los Hermanos restaurant on Center Street. It's just $15 per person from 6:30-8:30 and it includes appetizers, a massage, an eyebrow wax and a facial. All for just $15!! It's an amazing deal, and it's going to be SO much fun! If you're interested in coming, send me a text to let me know by Friday the 21st at 2:00 PM so that I can make sure that they have enough resources for everyone!

I hope to see you there!!

Mind My Own Business

It's true! I have started my new business in Mary Kay Cosmetics! And the fact that my finals will officially be over tomorrow (WOOHOO!) I will officially be in full swing on Wednesday. I'm UBER excited about it, already have a bunch of orders to place, and two weeks full of facials to do.

If anyone is interested in a facial, let me know. They're AMAZING. I forgot how much I love Mary Kay products.

Anyway. That's my big news as of late, and since I've been caught up with school for the last two months, I figured I'd post something, despite its shortness.

PS Yay for summer!! Goodbye, snow!

Closet Nerd

It's been a while since I last posted, and there is a reason for that. It's because I knew that, inevitably, this post was going to have to come out. It is a confession. One I have been swallowing back for many a day now.

I am a closet nerd.

Think of something you think is nerdy and I probably like it. I have been sucked into shows from the nineties that I swore to myself I would never watch. Shows with ridiculously named people wearing ridiculous things while they perform ridiculous tasks.

And I like it.

My friend K, who came out of the nerd closet (or perhaps was never really in there to begin with) has introduced me to my nerdy side. The side that watches reruns of Firefly and Buffy the Vampire Slayer. (Hey, don't judge.) The side that reads (I'm dying here, people) fan fiction. If you don't know what that is...good for you. The side that carries around her journal everywhere making lists of things she wants to do before she dies and events in history she wishes she had been present for.

And I like it.

For many months...if not years...I have been exploring this nerdy side. The side that, really, I always had but whose existence I emphatically denied. I assured myself that I was really cool because I still love to read classical literature and watch Bones (I would marry David Boreanaz if he asked. I'm just sayin.) and Grey's Anatomy. You know, the "cool" shows. I still love to play the piano and sing. That makes me cool, right?

And then THAT came crashing down around me too. Classical literature? Isn't the first basic sign of a nerd other than the wearing of glasses the fact that you have your nose stuck in a book 24/7? And TV? That's just one step above video games! (Although seriously, people. DAVID BOREANAZ. You can't blame me.) And yes, I WAS in four choirs my senior year of high school, thank you very much. They don't call us choir nerds because we're cool.

But the more I think of it? The more I love it. I'm unique. I can reference quotes that the majority of the world's population has never heard of. And that's cool to me. I can defend to the death that Austen's Mr. Darcy is worlds above Gaskell's Mr. Thornton. And that makes me feel intelligent. And I can sing (well...I COULD sing) higher than anyone in my dorm building my freshman year of college. Awesome.

I always admire people who embrace themselves for who they are, regardless of the opinions of others. And I'm trying this new thing where I try to do that too.

So yes. I am officially coming out of the nerd closet. I'm sayin' that I'm a nerd.

And I'm sayin' that I am proud of it.

Nerdy Girls

This was shown to me by a friend and it gave me a giggle, so I thought I'd pass it along.

http://theparkbencher.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-meet-and-woo-nerdy-girl.html

Enjoy!

Oh, Jerusalem, Jerusalem...

...here I come! Well, hopefully.

Everyone cross your fingers that my attempt for the Jerusalem Spring/Summer study abroad works out!!

Cry For Help

Ok, my pathetic cooking not-skills have been indulged long enough. I am determined to learn how to cook! This new determination has one flaw: I have a very limited budget and no recipes that will suffice for just little ol' me.

This is where you come in:

HELP!

I need recipes that can be made to feed just one or two people that won't break the bank. And healthier food is encouraged, but not necessarily required (yeah, I'm desperate). Whoever gives the best recipes will get free cookies or brownies or better-than-se - oh, I mean...um...Heath Bar cake! Or something else that's good.

Please and thank you!!

A World Of My Own

I love books. I always have. Since I was a little girl, books were an essential part of life. I read them, wrote them, had imprints of their covers on my face from falling asleep with them. I constantly had bruises all over from running into things because my nose was stuck in the pages of a good book. Neighbors laughed as I walked to school because, chances were, I was about to run into a) the light pole or b) a parked car. True story.

In my Human Development class last semester my professor told us that parents should be worried if their children got to be older and still got lost in their own imaginations too often. He was talking about when children choose to play with imaginary friends rather than real ones, but it got me thinking.

I never stopped getting lost in my imagination.

That's not to say that I'm a loner or that I'm underdeveloped. But it is a fact that, growing up, many of my heroes and greatest influences were characters that came from books I loved (as a twelve-year-old I was in such distress because I didn't want to name my daughter Elizabeth, but I didn't know how else to name her after Jane Austen's best-known heroine). My love for books has not diminished over the years. Contrarily, it has flourished.

There are many more things to be said about why I love books, but the one that I've been thinking about most today is how books provide me a place to escape to. When life gets to be too dramatic, if somebody says something that really gets under my skin, or I'm feeling particularly lonely or whatever, I can escape into a book where my problems no longer exist (consequently, this is also why I have a passion for writing, but that's beside the point). It's no longer about the bad grade or the roommate argument. Now it's about finding the beast before the rose dies, catching the snitch when you can't see through the rain, or saving the husband of the woman you love from Madame Guillotine.

It's about creating a world entirely your own, where you can get lost in another person's problem without actually having to solve it, or finding magic when it seems to have taken a temporary sabbatical from your life. Getting lost in a good book is getting lost in relief - a world all of my own.