The Never-Ending Semester

Most days I have no idea what I want out of life, and it is surprisingly scary. I was voted Most Likely to Succeed in 9th grade (oh the pressure!), but no one ever told me how vague the idea of success is. No life looks the same, at least I'm hoping, because the minute I try to follow the pattern of my friends' lives, I fail.

I tend theorize about why we love college so much-yes, it's the friends we make and the freedom, and learning something new each day about life and about ourselves. But lately, I think we like it so much because it has set beginnings and ends over and over again. A new semester brings fresh subjects, teachers, a clean slate, new friends, and the strange comfort that it will end. There will be finals; you'll be evaluated as good, bad, or mediocre, but really it's just nice to be evaluated. In this post-college life, I find my silly self waiting for finals...

...how precious is the Ultimate Hope we have in Christ, otherwise I would be utterly lost and a total failure.

Greetings from San Fran...

sooo I'm a bad blogger...

I'm thinking of starting a Blog for 30 days Straight Project. In which case, I will have to find something interesting (or not so interesting) everyday to share with my oh 5 friends who read this. I think it might be surprisingly hard. In true procrastinator style, I'll put this off for a while.

In the meantime, here are some images of San Francisco that inspire me. Some of them postcard style (like of the Golden Gate Bridge) and some of them just beautiful colors and people.

Love and Greetings from San Francisco...

because the heart of life is good...

SeptemberSea.com




"the circle of your friends will defend the silver lining" -John Mayer



Thank you, thank you, thank you to Rachel, Carol Hannah, and Kaili for doing this for me today (and always)!
I am so lucky to have friends like y'all.

visiting hours...

Today I visited Valentino, the purse I will never be able to afford. I like to refer to him as a friend I'm going to see. It's just like we have prison visiting hours (aka the hours Nordstrom's is open: M-Sa 10-9, Su 11-7) but will never be able to be together. And they keep Valentino on a leash so we won't try to run away together to live happily ever after. It's too shameful to want something this expensive so I will not even mention the price of Valentino's freedom here.

project lie for a year...

about 300 days ago...my best friend Carol Hannah left for L.A. to compete in what is my opinion the best and only reality tv show worth watching, Project Runway (this of course excludes the new NYC Prep, which has definitely entertained me). She left our sweet home of Charleston, SC excited and thrilled about this adventure in her life, and yet could tell no one where she was going. She left for L.A. for 10 weeks then to NYC to live and follow her dreams of being a designer.

And she is doing incredible! Her creations are beautiful and inspiring. The kind of clothes that empower women and make men swoon.

Check her out on PR starting August 20 on Lifetime (the new hip network apparently). You will not be disappointed by her designs and you'll be charmed by her sweet, witty love for life.

Thank you Carol Hannah for lying to your friends for a year, so that something really cool could happen and wonderful secrets could be revealed.

move over martha.

an afternoon practice at being domestic...

sweet Karissa hard at work, baking cupcakes for her friends
(she's already domestic)

my creation- caramel frosting the consistency of play-doh. yikes! maybe I'll make mom and grandmother Sybil proud next time.

Karissa and Liz's creation- precious red velvet cupcakes

mmmm...

barefoot contessa making it look easy

Had to plop the frosting on since it wouldn't spread.

hearts make everything sweeter.

simply impressive.

sort of look like poopcakes
still tasty though.

Thank you Karissa and Liz for a beautiful domestic goddess afternoon!

have yourself a merry little Tuesday...

perhaps it was the fact that I saw a man's breath smoke last night on the bus from the utter coldness or simply my inner desire for the warm comfort of a familiar melody, but this morning I am guilty of listening to Christmas music on my way home from work. As my ipod shuffled through my, oh say, 150 songs (yes I'm lame), it landed upon the gem of a different time of year, a happier time, a sparklier time, and I am guilty of not shuffling on.

...and then I wondered...what is everyone else shuffling through on their ipods this morning on the bus? I look around wondering what could be playing behind those ear phones...punk rock probably...emo...something in spanish I don't know...some obscure band I don't know...rap...more rap...or maybe (at least I'd like to think) everyone is just listening to christmas music like me right now, dreaming of frosty lights, warm fires, mugs of hot chocolate, and hugs, lots and lots of hugs.