Friday, October 31, 2008


via ffffound (of course)

4 days!


Happy Halloween all you ghouls and goblins!

Send me pictures of you in your Halloween costumes and I'll post them!

I hope you have a lovely night and feast on candy and green and orange-colored drinks.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Yogi Teas

Most of you who know me know that I am very high strung and anxiety prone. I've been trying to get my anxiety under control for a little while now, but it has recently dawned on me that I need to do everything in my power to combat it, because it's sending me on a downward spiral.

I live a mostly healthy lifestyle, though some times are busier than others. I generally get 8 hours of sleep, I exercise, I tend to eat healthily (minus the massive amounts of candy), and I have an active social life. However, I never feel like I slow down. Some of this is genetic, so I know that no matter how "healthy" I am, I'm still not going to feel completely under control. However, I realized that there are several simple little things that I can do to combat the anxiety.

One of these things is to stop drinking caffeine. I'm very sensitive to caffeine, so even a small cup of coffee will make me vibrate and sweat like I'm about to have a heart attack. However, in the past couple months, I've become completely reliant on it. I have a cup of coffee for breakfast, a diet coke or two in the afternoon, and, when studying late, another cup of coffee at a cafe. This is way too much caffeine for a girl who claims to be extremely sensitive to it. Drinking all that caffeine made me constantly on edge.

So last week, I made the decision to stop drinking caffeine. And the funny thing is, in the past 5 days, I've felt a lot more under control, AND more awake. I started to drink caffeine-free tea and decaf coffee (because I like the taste of coffee) instead of the fully caffeinated stuff. My favorite tea? Yogi Teas. Sure, they're expensive, but they're worth it, and I swear they work.

John constantly makes fun of me for being completely "New-Agey", but I am a firm believer in natural remedies. Don't get me wrong, I don't think that these remedies can cure anything, but they certainly don't harm you in any way.

Yogi Teas create more than 50 organic and made with organic herbal and green tea blends that are grounded in ancient wisdom and a simple, natural way of living. I don't necessarily believe this part, but a few days ago I purchased Yogi's Calming Tea and Breathe Deep Tea, and have felt a difference.

I don't really know if this is in my head enough, but I swear these two teas have helped balance me in the last few days. The Breathe Deep helps to clear your breathing passages during cold weather, and the Calming Tea is pretty much self-explanatory. You should try them out! I'm a big fan.

You can choose from 4 different types of teas: Spirit Teas, Mind Teas, Body Teas, and Green Teas.

Yogi Tea

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

That Damn Toffee

I started out with twelve English toffees. I have four left. I feel sick.

Sticky Toffee for Breakfast!

When I got in to work this morning, I found a lovely surprise waiting for me on my desk. Some lovely Christmas wrapping paper and some Helen Grace English Toffee! It occurred to me that the name of this blog is named Sticky Candy, but I've never actually written a post about my favorite thing to eat: candy.

My love affair with candy didn't start until I was about 17 or 18. I wasn't allowed to have many sweets as a child, but once I became old enough to realize that my parents couldn't dictate my diet, I started eating every single piece of candy I could find.

I'm not your usual sweets girl. I'm not that into chocolate, but I love anything that has electric colors not found in nature with names such as "Tropical Twist" and "Berry Blast". In essence, I am a 7 year old trapped in a 24 year old body. Some of my favorite treats to eat? Gushers. You probably all had them as children, but growing up, I was forbidden to touch them without specific instructions from my mother. The first box of Gushers I ever bought for myself was when I was 19 years old. I ate the entire box. All 6 packs.

Suffice to say, I have a bit of an addiction.

I had two of the toffee squares this morning for breakfast. They were delicious, coated in chocolate with just the right amount of crunch. The peanuts on the outside were a nice touch. Plus, they come in a pretty purple box and make you feel all special when they appear at your work desk...even if you bought them for yourself.

I got my Helen Grace English Toffee from my Office Manager's daughter (one of those school drives, thus the mention of the wrapping paper), but you can get them at Yum!

Feeling a little uneasy.

With the election only 6 days away, I admit, I'm quite nervous about how things are going to turn out. For all of you Obama voters out there, please don't get complacent now! We still have 6 days to make sure that this election turns out the right way.

Even though the polls suggest that Obama is miles ahead of McCain, I don't think that we should assume that Obama's got it in the bag. Stranger things have happened, especially on Election Day.

The New York Times has an article about the unease amongst black voters that their early votes won't be counted. There's a rumor going around Jacksonville, Florida that early voting is nothing more than a disenfranchisement scam.

Could this possibly be true? Well, in West Virginia, people are sending out fliers saying that Republicans vote on November 4th, and Democrats vote on November 5th. While most of us know this is untrue, what about members of the underserved population who don't have access to important information?

Racial bias still lingers in this country. I'm worried that people who vote in minority areas will be subjected to rolling blackouts or that the bus line won't work. Is this paranoid? Maybe so, but I'm not convinced that "something" won't happen on Election Day.

And how post racial are we? A few days ago, two white supremacists plotted to go on a national killing spree, decapitating black people and ultimately targeting Barack Obama. They planned to shoot 88 people- 14 by beheading. 88 and 14 are symbolic numbers in the white supremacist community.

Sometimes reading this stuff makes me never want to leave my house again.

Anyway, don't give up hope. Change is upon us!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Some Color

To make you smile.

It's time...

...for a real vacation. Far, faaar away.

The GOP ticket's appalling contempt for science and learning.

Palin's contempt for science seriously disturbs me.

Read the article on the always brilliant

LSAT Fears

I'm signed up to take the LSATs on December 6, 2008, and I am terrified. You see, I'm not your ordinary standardized test taker. Most people can take it and generally get away unscathed, and some folks even do well (lucky little buggers). Me? I have to try and try again to get a halfway decent score. I also suffer from test anxiety that tends to get away with me RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TEST. I'm talking sweaty palms, throat closes up, hyperventilation; yep, that's right, severe drama. It's not like I haven't tried every single calming method in the history of the world. I do yoga, I practice breathing exercises, I take practice tests in busy areas, but all of these things don't seem to work.

I know these tests don't measure your intelligence level, but let me tell you, it certainly makes you think twice about your intellectual capability. And to think that these tests are the "great equalizer". I am going to need a great tranquilizer to get through this. I swear, the LSAT is like a crossword puzzle, and that's perhaps the one thing I hate more than standardized tests. I don't need a crossword every single day to tell me that I don't know anything, and why would I want to subject myself to that kind of mental abuse? I totally have an allergy to any sort of test that requires a pencil and filling in words down and across and/or bubbling in the letters A, B, C, D, or E.

BUT, since these sorts of things determine your future, I realized that I have to suck it up and stick myself with an LSAT Epi-Pen. I've been studying regularly for the past month and a half and I have already TAKEN the LSAT as a sign of devotion to this test (and by that I mean, yes, I have to take it again). I am taking yoga classes, and I am severely limiting the amount of fun I have for the next month.

If any of you have tips on how to take this test and "not let it take me," please send on your wisdom!

Block Island

What a great time.

Monday, October 27, 2008

This afternoon's gchat conversation

me: i am on and she has all of these dessert recipes for cupcakes
Sarah: asdhfldjskj
me: ps i had 3 packs of swedish fish today
Sarah: i was thinking about cupcakes today!
me: and i was trying to be good
Sarah: im getting my p either today or tomorrow ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS SUGAR and im so bloated
me: omg me too. wait. WE HAVE THE SAME P! ahahhahaha
Sarah: OMG haha
me: hahahha
Sarah: thats awesome
me: that is so awesome
Sarah: we surpassed pheromones
Sarah: and happened get on the same sched. thats friendship
me: omgsh that IS friendship

AHAHAHAHAHHAHAH. It's the end of the day. We're incoherent. I LUB YOU SAWAH.

A Love Letter

I Love Barack Obama

via fffound

Social Experiment Alert!

I'm no social media expert, but I've been trying to educate myself slowly about different social networking tools that are focused on or around the internet. I recently joined Twitter (follow me at dani_seaton); I know it's been around for a long time, but I have to admit that I wasn't sure how Twitter worked before I joined it. I still don't know how it works, but I like it as an outlet for the very many random thoughts that pop and sputter in my head throughout the day.

Anyway, today I stumbled across this website called Twistori, a website handcrafted by Amy Hoy and Thomas Fuchs as an ongoing social experiment based on Twitter. It provides a dynamic stream of tweets that center around the words love, hate, think, believe, feel, and wish.

It's like some sort of voyeuristic experience for those who are looking at human behavior via how they tweet. I'm also hoping that it will help me further understand how and why people use Twitter to communicate.

Why do I use Twitter? For the same reasons I write this blog: It's nice to know that people are interested in hearing your voice.

It's Monday.

Good morning lovely friends! I hope you had a fantastic weekend! I am back from Block Island, which was the most wonderful, relaxing mini-trip ever. I highly recommend going in the off season. Because I couldn't get my act together this morning, I haven't gotten the pictures up, but they're coming!

What did you do this weekend? Create something beautiful? Take a walk? Give someone a kiss? Apple picking? Dance in dizzying circles? I hope it was something that made you deliriously happy.

Anyway, I'll leave you with my latest Etsy find, Showpony.

I want the bag above.

Friday, October 24, 2008

Have a good weekend!

John and I are headed to a romantic getaway on Block Island this weekend, and I won't be back for a couple of days. Pictures will follow.

Have a lovely weekend dears!

Thursday, October 23, 2008

My brother, the photographer

I had NO IDEA my brother Adam was so talented. These are beautiful, Adam.

Palin as President

I'm sure you've all seen this before, but I think it's funny.

Palin As President


I love this photo.

Via The Selby

I want to create something beautiful.

But I'm scared.

I want my apartment to look like this.

I wonder how I can convince John?

Via Design*Sponge


I think I like this trend, but I can't tell.

On second thought, I think I only like the rain boots.

If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?

This is my list:
Peru (from Machu Picchu to the coast)
Africa (Kenya or Malawi)
Sweden (Stockholm)
Croatia (Dubrovnik)

Who wants to go with me?!?!

Photos courtesy of the NY Times

Good Morning!

Good morning lovelies! I'm sitting here at my desk, trying to prepare myself for the day ahead. I can never come to work and start directly. I have to sit down, open my gmail, skim the NY Times, drink some coffee and generally decompress before I start.

You see, I work as a paralegal, which means that my responsibilities range anywhere from getting a partner's shoes shined, to running to court to file something. Mostly, I sit at my desk and file paper. Talk about the ultimate boring job, but at least it's not data entry. Not that I'm not grateful, because I don't have it nearly as bad as some other paralegals. I haven't had anything flung at me (except a piece of paper, but that was an accident), I get home at a relatively decent hour, and everyone's nice. I also work in a "boutique" law firm, which essentially means that it's a small, really specialized law firm.

I also think it's slowly sucking my soul dry.

You see, I suffer from "Save the World Syndrome," or SWS, which means that I have visions of being a lawyer for marginalized people. This is not a bad thing. Race and ethnicity have been the primary focus of my studies and my life for a very long time, probably due to my confusion about my own mixed racial background. I discovered that I wanted to be able to give a voice to people who normally wouldn't have one. Maybe this is a selfish goal, because on some level, I think I'm secretly hoping to find out more about who I am through other people's experiences. But I also know that I'm very serious about being a resource for the underserved and unappreciated.

I'm conflicted, because I work in a law firm that specializes in Employment Law. We get some criminal matters, which the lawyers have been kind enough to give me, but sometimes I feel incredibly guilty working for a place that primarily represents big businesses who (in my opinion) want to crush the individual (however, most of these individuals are extremely rich and have the means to fight these big corporations). Part of me feels like I should just leave and find another position to fill my time.

What am I going to do about this situation? Go to law school. LSATs December 6th, applications in by March 1 for the fall class of 2009. And I'm scared as hell.

Why am I telling you this? Honestly? I don't know. I know that this is an extremely mundane post, but I'm still trying to figure out my blogging style. I'm new at this, so I'm not exactly sure in what direction (if any) I should take this blog. If you have any tips, please send them over!

Anyway, enough of my silly little diatribe. Have a good day!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

A Mercy

I LOVE Toni Morrison and all of her books, even the bad ones (ahem, Love). I was introduced to Toni Morrison at a very young age. My mother would sometimes weep as she read The Bluest Eye, for reasons that I couldn't understand.

I was afraid of that book for a long time. So afraid to crack it open and see what was inside. Have you ever had that feeling while reading a book? In fact, as a grown woman, if I open The Bluest Eye and read for a few pages, I end up in tears, but I'm also in awe. How could a book have so much power over one person?

Throughout the years, TBE had a profound effect on me for reasons unrelated to the content of the book. Yes, the content disturbed me and made me angry, and my heart broke a million times over, but this was the first book that most of my all-white classmates read that had a black protagonist.

I was angry at my teachers for having us read this book. I thought that they had assigned this book as an attack against me, and that I would forever be labeled as something that I was not, or worse--that I would be pitied. I still haven't worked out my feelings on this. Often it was awkward when I raised my hand to provide a viewpoint that seemed so obvious to me, but to nobody else. It was horrible when I felt that nobody could really understand what the characters in the book had to deal with because they were socialized so differently from me. I rejected that book, and many other books that dealt with the phrase "African-American Literature" throughout high school. I didn't want to be looked at for guidance, or have to provide my opinion as the "only African-American in my class."

I may sound bitter, but I'm not. You see, I had to read this book to grow up, and to face the issues that disturbed me so. In college, I became so fascinated by Toni Morrison that I took a class on her and read every. single. book. she ever wrote.

Morrison is a great writer. Yes, she might rehash several themes in her novels, but you know what? They're important, especially the theme of the collective black identity.

WELL, enough about how I felt like an outsider in my high school class and how TBE saved me and my identity. I already speak about that way too much (identity, that is). What I'm really excited about is that Ms. Morrison has a new book, coming out in November 2008.

A Mercy is a novel about what lies beneath the surface of slavery- a favorite topic of Morrison's- and mine. And like Beloved, focuses on the story of a mother and daughter- a mother who casts her daughter off to save her, and a daughter who can't get rid of her feelings of abandonment.

I'm really excited to read this book. If it's anything like Beloved (and it sounds like it might be dangerously close to being Beloved II), then it can either be a very good thing or a very bad thing. I'm hoping that it will be a great book. As I said earlier, I'm not a big fan of Morrison's previous novel, Love, so I hope that she is able to redeem herself with A Mercy.

I think she will. Putting this on the Amazon list.


Ladies and Gentlemen,

My brother Adam just completed his very first homemade meal EVER. What did he make? Tilapia tacos! And he only had to ask me one question and call me once from the grocery store (to find out what scallions were).

A round of applause (clap clap clap clap)!!!

What John and I are going to be for Halloween

I'm Ernie, he's Bert.


This is why we should clean our apartment.

A Taste for Blood

It's Getting Closer...

I think that this is a really cool print.

Via Design*Sponge

Monday, October 20, 2008

How did I not know about this?!?!?!?!

Candy Blog!
I am so behind the times.


I can't believe I forgot to blog about the best night I had last week! John, my friend Marion and I went to see Yelle, this amazing electropop French singer on Wednesday night. We may have been the oldest people in the crowd, but the show was full of energy from start to finish.

I have a giant girl crush on her. Her songs are infectious, and very cheeky. It's a shame if you don't speak French, because some things are lost in translation, but she's still enjoyable. She is also super cute and has killer style.

Hilarious moment of the night: Marion bought a CD "for her French class" on her school's budget, asked for a receipt and was handed a piece of paper saying "Yo, you just bought a Yelle CD for 12 bones."

Check her out!

Highlight of My Day

Being asked to take a partner's shoes down to be shined by the shoe-shiner. NOT IN MY JOB DESCRIPTION.

I can't stop laughing.

Word of the Day


Main Entry:
New Latin sylphus
1 : an elemental being in the theory of Paracelsus that inhabits air
: a slender graceful woman or girl

Drug Killings Haunt Mexican Schoolchildren

"The little boy, his school uniform neatly pressed and his friends gathered around, held up 10 little fingers, each one representing a dead body he said he saw outside his school one recent morning. He was not finished, though. He put down the 10 fingers and then put up 2 more. Twelve bodies in all."

This is what I read this morning when I opened the New York Times. In Tijuana, Mexico schoolchildren found 12 bodies outside of Valentín Gómez Farías Primary School. Mexico's drug-related violence has now come to the childrens' attention. Or rather, drug-related violence has become a regular occurrence in the lives of Tijuana's children.

Can you imagine the kind of trauma this would cause anyone, let alone children? The article states that across Mexico, the carnage is impossible to hide. I can't stop thinking about the huge impact that these images will have on these children. I don't know what's worse: the children bragging about the bodies they've seen, the ones bound and toungeless, or the fact that these bodies were disposed of at a school.

Are these children going to grow up thinking that this kind of violence is normal? Are they going to perpetuate this kind of violence when they grow older? In my opinion, a traumatizing image, or an experience, stays with you forever. You may try and bury it within yourself, but it will come back to haunt you later in life. You cannot get rid of your life experiences, no matter how hard you try. What does this mean for Mexico's children? This violence is not normal, but if killings like this keep happening, these children are going to grow up thinking that violence is the answer to everything.

These children already know the names of certain drug traffickers, not only from the news, but from songs praising their heroism.

Oh my God, this disturbs me so much.

NYTimes article

Sunday, October 19, 2008


This is what I want to eat right now.

Via ffffound


I had what was ultimately the most low-key, uneventful weekend this weekend and it was glorious. Friday night I went to go see the movie Happy-Go-Lucky, a small movie about a 30 year old woman who is determined to see everything in life through rose-colored glasses. Perfect kind of Friday night movie. Of course I was the only person who cried through the entire movie and had no tissues. I used John's sleeve instead.

Saturday I studied for the LSAT at a wonderful little cafe down the street, Cafe Andala. For those of you in the Cambridge area, check out Andala. They have the most delicious Arabic coffee (strong coffee with cardamom ). Sarah joined me as she's applying to med school. We had a lovely little study session. Oh, to be in school again (I shouldn't pretend that I'm not excited because I'm so looking forward to it).

On Saturday night I drove to West Hartford to have dinner at Barcelona for Morgan's birthday dinner. For any of you in the Connecticut area, it's a great tapas place. Very nice and cozy. Came back and went to bed.

Sunday started out with another study session at Andala, followed by Indian food and a lazy Sunday at home with John. We're on the couch watching Mad Men now.

I know this is a boring post, but this weekend was the kind of weekend that I really needed. No pictures, no going out, and some time at home. Sometimes I forget that running around during the week takes its toll on you.

I hope you lovelies had wonderful weekends too!

Surprise in My Inbox

When I opened up my inbox this morning (well, okay, this afternoon), this was waiting for me from John. I can't tell if it's creepy or really cool.

Go create your own. I'm going to have to find a way to get John back. Maybe with a Blingee?

Bling Bling!

sparkle plenty
Build your own Blingee

I mean, how could I not love this?! Don't judge, just try.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Morgy Porgy Pudding and Pie

On October 17, 1984, Morgan Lee Cadwell was born. She happens to be one of my loveliest friends in the world.

Those eyes!

Wish her happy birthday!

Some Happiness for the Day

So, after my giant rant about the Obama article, I felt bad and needed to see something light and cute and fluffy.

Like a kitten!

Obama's Face on a Food Stamp. Disgusting.

My friend Ijee just sent me this article about an Inland GOP mailing that depicts Obama's face on a food stamp, along with tired racial sterotypes surrounding him such as fried chicken, Kool-Aid, watermelon, and ribs.

People like to brag about how this world is changing, and how Obama is going to bring about a new era, not only in American politics, but in American society as well.

Well, the woman who stated that she "wanted to deride a comment Obama made over the summer about how as an African-American he 'doesn't look like all those presidents on the dollar bills'", clearly doesn't want change. Instead she uses archaic racial sterotypes to get a laugh. Haven't we gotten past that?

I think what's most ridiculous about this whole thing is that:

1.) Diane Fedele argued that it was "strictly an attempt to point out the outrageousness of his (Obama's) statement." (um excuse me, what sense does that make, the only bill he'll ever be on will be food stamps? are you kidding me?)

2.) Fedele didn't see the was it was taken. To her, it was just food. Yeah right. She's not blind, nor does she seem stupid. The innocence card is bullshit. You are not innocent.

3.) Also, Fedele was angry because Obama drew attention to his own race? He drew attention to his own race, so Fedele decided to reprint a a racist illustration. Good plan. And for the record, how dare Obama state the obvious?

4.) She claims to have one black friend. ONE BLACK FRIEND DOES NOT NOT MAKE YOU RACIST. Or ignorant.

5.) She claims to have NO IDEA about some of the most well-known stereotypes in U.S. history. Yeah fucking right.

I am so angry right now.

However, my faith and hope rests with the other people my age who see the world differently from our elders. And you know what? I expected to see these types of incidents happen, and now the have.

But people aren't sitting back and taking it. They're fighting back.

America, I still have faith in you. Please keep fighting.

Experiment May Explain Origins of Life

I just stumbled across this article on Wired titled "Forgotten Experiment May Explain Origins of Life." I'm fascinated by all types of science, but have never had a great aptitude for it. However, I do remember making the "volcano-in-a-bottle" experiment, much to the dismay of my poor parents whom, of course, had to clean up after the mess. Come on, you all remember those science fairs where at least one child created a masterpiece- a volcano complete with craters and a great deal of vinegar and red ooze. I always used to think (yes, even when I was 7) that there was NO WAY those children could have done it by themselves. My experiment was much simpler- something to do with the shells of eggs and how they dissolved in certain substances (I was a smart kid back then).

Anyway, what I'm getting at is that the volcano-in-a-bottle experiment actually may have been right on target. This old experiment, widely considered a bunch of bunk, may have brewed essential components of life on this planet.

Wired says that Stanley Miller, a scientist who is famous for his experiments on amino acid formation in said jar full of primordial soup, was the one who discovered the key. However, his experiment was widely accepted as a general example of how the first molecules may have formed.

Miller died in 2007, but Jeffrey Bada, a biochemist and Miller's former student, came across his original experiment, only to find something new: the latest results, derived from Miller's old samples, mimicked volcanic conditions believed to have existed 3 billion years ago.

The amino acids could have been formed when lightning struck pools of gas on the flanks of volcanoes. Basically, areas near volcanoes could have been hotspots for organic chemistry on early earth.


Read the article here.

Happy Friday!

Thursday, October 16, 2008


I want I want I want.



I just came upon this beautiful shop on Etsy called OrangeBeautiful. Etsy will be forever bookmarked on my browser because you can buy and sell beautiful handmade products. OrangeBeautiful is a paper shop that creates cards, prints, boxes, calendars, even handmade books!

Not only that, but most of the paper products showcase my favorite word of all (cheese alert!): Love.

I think I'm going to order their calendar and one of their beautiful prints.

Global Handwashing Day!

Today is the first annual Global Handwashing Day, according to my friends over at Good Blog. Global Handwashing Day is a new holiday established by the United Nations to raise awareness about sanity and public health.

Why is this important you ask? The health disparity between first-world, developing, and third-world countries is not something we normally think about during our day to day lives, but the correlation between serious disease and hygiene is a very real danger. Nearly half the world's population does not have access to sanitation.

Sure, this is an "awareness holiday," which might mean nothing to you, but please spread the word.

And please, wash your hands :)


Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Dia: Beacon

I have been DYING to go to this museum. Today, the New York Times did an article about all what Dia:Beacon has to offer. Tucked away in Beacon, NY, Dia houses a large collection of contemporary artists' work such as Louise Bourgeois, Andy Warhol and Max Neuhaus.

My favorite artist at this museum? Louise Bourgeois. I think she's brilliant, but I'm terrified of her spiders. Some of her designs haunt me in my dreams.

For exhibitions, the NY Times mentions Zoe Leonard's "You see I am here after all", but I'm more interested in Imi Knoebel's "24 Colors-for Blinky".

NY Times Article

Dia: Beacon

Wordle- 'Beautiful Word Clouds"

Now I know that I'm not the first person to sing the praises of Wordle, but a site purely made for making "beautiful word clouds" is, in my mind, genius.

Wordle is a toy where you can create word clouds from a piece of text that you copy onto the site. It gives more prominence to words that are used frequently in the text. You can make your own masterpiece by selecting different layouts, fonts, colors, and word formations. It's pretty awesome.

I created a word cloud from my blog, and while I wouldn't necessarily call it a beautiful word cloud, it's interesting to see which words are most prominent. I had no idea I was so happy!

Check it out and create your own.


Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Color Wheel!

Via Apartmenttherapy

(Image: Flickr member Claire L. Evans licensed under Creative Commons)

I Love This Look

This is the kind of look I like best. I like to wear simple, well-made clothes, and add a bit of flash. I'm going to see if this headscarf works for me.

Via The Sartorialist

Vat I Did on Zee Weekend

Rarely do I have a weekend that is SO MUCH FUN that I can barely contain myself lest I explode into a million little sparkly pieces.

And honestly, I pretty much did just that. Friday started out with a lovely girls-only drink fest at Green Street Grill with one of my best friends in the world, Miss Sarah Rasheed, and her roommate Jen (pic no. 1). Aren't they lovely? The conversation of the night? Sarah recounting how a monkey got out of his cage and impregnated 12 females (in a span of not so many hours). Just the kind of thing I want to talk about (but for serious, though). Got home quite early and snuggled into bed with my wonderful boyfriend. Mmmm.

Saturday started out perfectly. I haven't been "home" in a month, so I haven't been able to relax and do nothing on a Saturday morning. John (my boyfriend) and I lay on our couch and watched Vh1 music videos for a solid hour while singing made up lyrics at the top of our lungs. SO AWESOME. NKOTB comeback song? Yes please. Then John came back with the most delicious coffee, and we lounged some more. Until my heart started to beat too fast due to the caffeine and I had to get up and dance around the house.

I got my hair cut, which is usually the most panic-inducing activity to me, but this lovely Parisian man gave my a perfect haircut that made my hair swingy and bouncy and made me feel GREAT. So great, I was grinning all night (pic no. 2).

Then I went to Abbey's birthday party, which was single handedly one of the BEST parties I have been to in the past year. We stuffed ourselves with Mexican food and drank Reggie's famous margaritas that nearly made me end up blackout and facedown somewhere. Instead, I loved everyone, made them dance with me and molested John (pic nos. 3,4,5). Then we went out. After a nice snack of 20 cheese sticks from Hi-Fi Pizza, it was time for bed.

Sunday was family day! My brother Adam came up for the day so that I could boss him around and tell him why he shouldn't move back to California. He's super handsome and a giant smartypants (see family pic no. 6 - he's the one in the middle). We ran around Cambridge and went to Oktoberfest in Harvard Square where some kid did awesome magic tricks and I gave him all my change. I also ran into my dear friend Natasha whom I haven't seen for 4 years and we had one of those epic hugs that lasted for ages. Then we went and had pizza, then ice cream, watched Dexter, and PASSED THE F OUT.

On Monday John had work, but Adam decided to stay until the afternoon so I dragged him to the aquarium to see the sharks. I was hoping for some big dudes like this (pic no. 7), but unfortunately the aquarium LIED and all we got were some little nurse sharks. So sad. We did see some awesome jellyfish though, like these (pic nos. 8 & 9). After the useless aquarium, we went to see our brother Matt (family pic. no. 6- he's the one on the left) at Tufts where we told him to clean his room and made sure he wasn't smelly. Then I brought Adam back to the train station, said goodbye, and studied for the LSAT while eating ice cream.

All in all, not a bad weekend, eh?