Wednesday, December 3, 2008


After finals next week, I will move out of Allen and head to D.C., and Niki will get settled in her big-girl apartment. Olivia has been long gone, but having the remaining Allenites move out feels like the official end of the Bad-Baby-Hairdo-Era. No more late night rendezvous in Unit One. No more Sunday brunches in the dining hall in Becky outfits. No more Robin. It's kind of really sad and awful.

See you on the quad I guess.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

I'm returning to Urbana in admittedly 2 days but I'm leaving NYC today which makes it feel so immediate and awesome. I miss the grasslands and my girlfriends. We are gonna brunch so hard on Sunday.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

oh no

sometimes, when it is very late at night (or 3:21 am), i find myself rereading old emails or in the case of tonight, blog posts stella, olivia and i had written during the school year. mostly, i've been putting off thinking about olivia being a million miles away next year. everyone asks me what i'll do next year without her, which upsets me because: one, i can handle myself thankyouverymuch and two, they may have a valid point. i keep trying to imagine early sunday mornings next year but they end up being memories of last year. stella curled up in her orange sweatpants, not waking for several more hours while olivia and i eat jelly doughnuts and discuss the events of the evening prior or run errands to walgreens for false nails or listen to marlo thomas while i drift in and out of sleep on olivia's bed. i know things will be fine, but they will be different and it makes me kind of anxious. there is comfort in knowing that olivia is the best pen pal and i'll actually have something to look for in my mail box next year.

sorry this was kind of a love letter, but i do love you truly, olivia.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

all done

i did something really stupid today. it was called 'sleeping through your 8AM final, realizing it and then crying in bed for ten minutes.' there was grilled cheese for lunch though and now freshman year is over forever. hi summer, i missed you.

Saturday, May 3, 2008


My roommate and her boyfriend make noise when they sleep and they closed all the windows so I woke up gasping for air in this room that smells like two gross bodies from Macomb that love each other. I'm going to go sleep by the retention pond.

Monday, April 28, 2008

oh hello

I just discovered this was still in working order. And girls, I don't think anyone reads it but us. Niki, you should christen your bike "Stella Mary" and paint it yellow. Olivia, you should come home. Pesto cavatappi on reading day? Good, it's settled.

new now

I am about thirteen years behind, but I have finally learned how to ride a bike. I can make wobbly turns and coast. It's only been one day, but I am so pleased with myself and have been looking at pretty vintage bikes online all day. College girls bike adventure one day?

Sunday, April 27, 2008

good idea

If someone you know is mourning a dead person, don't give them a pound cake because they already ate a lot of that and now they're sad about their own health as well as the recent death. Make them a big green salad and put dijon mustard in the dressing.

Well anyway I made a salad for all of us myself. It turned out fine. I'm just saying, coffee cake and brownies really suck. I just practiced my splits to feel better about myself with minimal effort. Still got it.

Miss you, college girls. I'm going to pack us a picnic and we will eat it on the quad in bikinis.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

i'm confused

this day's been tumultuous.
1. i spent the whole thing listening to "odb, don't go breaking my heart", which is the wildest song i've heard in a while and is the official summer jam 08 (ODB died three and a half years ago, whatever I don't care)
2. i got into my top school and that was strange
3. niki and i went to japanese class (we aim for 50% attendance) which was weird enough, and then we rode an emotional rollercoaster playing Destiny and finding ourselves very appropriately .... destined
4. my grandpa died which is miserable
6. while i found out, "odb, don't go breaking my heart" was playing which was a bummer for about two thousand reasons.
7. now i'm in chicago and it is not going to be fun.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008


often times, olivia and i set out to do homework in an empty unit one classroom and these little work parties quickly turn into a youtube spree consisting of dolly parton music videos and reba/kelly clarkson duets. then we write little poems about the people who are in the room with us and talk to each other on gmail chat. finally once the place has cleared out, we try video chatting with emily. it never works out and our homework is never done.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008


Tonight Niki and I are working in a Unit One classroom on some papers. I told her I would buy her two Sparks this weekend if she finishes her Japanese assignment before 2 AM (I had to up that number from one when she kept insistently facebook creepin/ reading the Illio from 1952) and she's still only marginally amped. College makes girls jaded and drunk.

Lifestyle inspo:

Sunday, April 13, 2008

very much

When I looked at my fellow college girls over our steaming bowls of pesto cavatappi today, I got this swell of sentimental warmth that I'm pretty sure is just like my dad's story about the moment he knew he was going to marry my mom: all the sudden I could see the houses we'll keep and the children we'll raise and the way we'll dress when we're old. My mom thinks she is getting uglier and my father is getting more handsome as they get older but it doesn't matter because if you believe her, she wishes she went to Smith and never met my father. I'm not going to go to Smith because I'd be missing on my existing collegiate sisterhood in favor of a forced and foreign one. I don't totally know what I'm doing but I swear I'll figure it out in the next seventeen days. Goodnight, very much love to Urbana, Illinois.

bucky done gun

bucky friended me and i actually lol'd until i started coughing. i guess there is something appealing about a drunk girl who insists you walk her home. then she ditches you and blames you in the morning for not looking out for her safety.