I guess it’s only appropriate after so long a blog hiatus to write how things have changed. Which is opportune considering my last g-chat to my good friend over at Ideeli (hi, Suzy) describing my day really does sum it up: “i mean ive been working on updating a new blog today. that is, when i…
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find out what i’m doing post-abroad and post-grad
This is post-grabroad life! So as they say: new start, new blog. Now you’re probably thinking to yourself, no one says that. And they probably don’t. But now maybe they will. Who knows? I’m still trying to make fetch happen.
Either way! Follow along on my new blog: www.yesmynamerhymes.tumblr.com
The world is vast around us. Enough dwelling on the negatives – they will always be plentiful. Instead, let’s live!
this was too fantastic not to reblog.
The Huffington Post’s 2011 State of the Union Drinking Game
Guaranteed black-out.
i wish i had a tv and time to get drunk!
“First Day of School!”
Fish and friends everywhere, it’s that time again: Day 1 of classes. And on this cold morning in New Orleans, I want nothing more than to pull up the covers, put on my hoodie and cuddle up for an in-home marathon of Vampire Diaries and trashy morning talk shows. I clearly don’t share Nemo’s enthusiam. *Sigh* I guess this means the vacation’s over…Happy First Day, Tulanians.
“Prenez un peu de distance…”
And it’s when you look at things from far away that it’s easier to appreciate them. For me, it’s taken being far away from Tulane to realize just how many great things there are about it: the city in general, but more importantly the people that make it the wonderful, living, breathing thing I’m so in love with. Now, this is not a bearing on France – this place is wonderful and has done well by me – but I’m coming to see that there’s just something about a Tulane Student state of mind that is just impossible to recreate anywhere else and in any other group of people. And it’s for that that, while it’s going to be a tearful good-bye to Aix and the people who have lived it with me, I couldn’t be more excited to go back to a place where – no matter how tired you are – Thursday means F&Ms, Friday means Happy Hour, Saturday means any and all of the above and Sundays bring a day of PJs coffee, Favori’s, home work and the return to being a real human being for the next 4(ish) days (no matter what).
DQY TZO
What I meant was: Day 2. As I sit here in the AUCP computer lab I find myself overcoming yet another obstacle – a different arrangement of letters on the keyboard. Aut§ — I mean Zut! M has replaced L, Q has replaced A and I am left very confused. So excuse any and all spelling errors in these few sentences that took me forever to write. While hip hop might have saved Lupe, the only hope for my Internet is an ever-so-hard-to-buy/find WiFi Stick (pronounced wee-fee, here in France). Thus, I remain disconnected for another day. Oh the difficulties of equivalent technology in Europe…
When I took the TGV here a little over a week ago, I was filled with apprehension, fear of the unknown and hundreds of questions piling up in my throat and stifled back down by a barrier of language. And so to quiet my mounting fears I did what any normal 20-yr old would do: asked a question and hoped for the next song on my iPod to provide the answer. The wonder of Shuffle… And so I asked with great sincerity: Will I be O.K.? The gods responded with the song “Keep It Together” by Guster. (I know some of you are judging my music taste right now.) I was cal,ed -albeit not by much- by the answer I received and I thought it made sense. I was, afterall, talking to my iPod. But in another way, I got the answer I was looking for: “Im singing a new song now” in a new place with a new language and new friends. So its true, I need to keep it together through these first few weeks of crazy keyboards and new words and foods. And for me, with my first day of classes in session, ”everything starts today.”
rootless in hawaii
I am the luckiest homeless person in the world.
I should clarify: I feel homeless with the amount of place hopping done in this one month of August. From NYC to the consistent bore of the suburbs, from surprisingly chilly San Francisco to the sound of palm leaves in the breeze of the Big Island, my roots have been torn from the ground. The month then finishes in, I think, the greatest finale known to me: a five month stay in Aix-en-Provence, France. A place to lay down temporary roots, bond with a new family, new friends, new destinations and landmarks. I feel the month’s last journey overseas is, in a way, overshadowed in my mind by all the mindless tasks that go along with travel. The robotic pack, unpack, rinse and repeat has cluttered my mind more with questions of how many pairs of socks do I bring? than what are the top 5 places I have to go, without question, when abroad? I’ll get back to you on that one – the places, not the socks. I already know I need at least 8 pairs…
Eventually, the travel winds will lay me down right back where I started – but until then, I’m going to take some good ol’ country advice and put my toes in the water. The water looks delicious this morning and I’m just about done looking at it and I’m ready to dive-in. Life is good today, life is good today.
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