May 2012
6 posts
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week 1.
week 1 = finished.
and man, was that hard. 3 days of sculpt, and 3 days of sweat. (but more like 6 days of sweat).
okay, here’s the thing. it’s definitely a good workout, and i’m definitely working up a sweat, and i’m definitely feeling energized after it all, butstill.
some of those testimonials you see and read can’t be real, can they? they can’t actually...
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days 1 & 2
well. 88 days to go.
its surprising me how good the work out is feeling, albeit it’s hard to walk around after because I’m so sore. I shouldn’t have taken the two weeks off of finals week and the first week of summer. that was dumb. and now my body is complaining.
the P90 program alternates between two workouts:
half of the week you do the “sculpt” workout, which...
“hey baby,
won’t you look my way?
I can be your new addiction.”
– neon trees.
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this summer,
(which started, unofficially, yesterday)
this blog will be transforming into something a little bit different than usual. starting on a TBD date, this blog will become my fitness diary.
all semester long, I’ve been working on getting into better shape—and I have—but there still is a ways to go. in order to make myself more accountable, and so I can literally see the changes in...
April 2012
5 posts
“Someone you haven’t even met yet is wondering what it’d be like to know someone...”
– Iain Thomas (via nonopeokay)
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things that are not okay:
whenever I see a picture of you/think of you, I can feel my blood pressure rising. and it’s getting kind of old.
My main problem with dieting
whatshouldwecallme:
March 2012
6 posts
1 tag
dear future husband,
if you can’t kill spiders, I can’t marry you.
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#ididnotreport
because I was told it “wasn’t a big deal.”
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things that go through my head when my car is...
1. OH SHIT.
2. #LetGoOfTheSteeringWheel #LetGoOfTheSteeringWheel #LetGoOfTheSteeringWheel !
3. WAAAAAAAAAAAH.
4. Oh no, what if I hit the person behind me?
5. Lessons in life, dear future children I’ll never have because I’m about to die: don’t tailgate.
(as my car turns towards the concrete embankment:)
6. WAAAAAAAAAAAH.
7. I’m going to die, I’m going to...
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February 2012
5 posts
getting out of bed on Sunday’s is purely optional.
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Things I Will (Probably) Regret Not Having Done If...
in no particular order.
1. getting a tattoo
2. dyeing my hair red
3. jumping out of an airplane
4. going on a date with a complete stranger
5. having a full conversation with someone in another language
6. reading all of Shakespeare’s goodies
7. mastering ice skating
8. going camping
9. re-learning how to do a cartwheel/handstand
10. creating something I can be proud of
January 2012
5 posts
2 tags
Books I Read: The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
Oh. My. God.
No book review this time, just two simple words I pray you follow: read this.
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and then, it occurred to me.
last night, I curled up on the couch with my two very best Ireland girls, some caramel apples, and Sleepy Ned stretched across our laps. we sat down to watch the movie we’ve been talking about since we met, P. S. I Love You. it’s about love—but what resonated with us was Ireland. always, always Ireland.
it was Whelan’s. and it was the Wicklow Mountains. and it was...
my dear brother,
you’re going to move very soon, and it is breaking my heart.
for 21 years, you have been the best mentor, the best consultant, and the best friend a younger sister could ever ask for, and the notion that you’re not going to be right by my side anymore is .. too much.
i’ve had to do so little things in life without you there — either paving the way, or going at it right...
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dear future husband,
if you don’t love Lord of the Rings at least half as much as I do, then you’re doing it wrong.
(source)
December 2011
2 posts
for the new year:
1. fix two important things I broke
2. graduate
3. get myself in better shape
4. find big girl job somewhere grand
5. not panic too much about the million things that are changing in life
6. embrace everything while it is all still here
happy soon to be 2012. let’s all make it a resolution to be happy, to love, and to eat too much (but like…not have it count towards your calorie...
“I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how...”
– Iris in The Holiday (2006)
via angelashetler
November 2011
7 posts
hi, followers.
I’ve decided to take a break from blogging.
I’ve lost my sense of drive and purpose for starting this blog, and don’t find it useful in my life anymore. This used to be a place where I wanted to share everything, but now I do it because…well, just because.
I want to find my creative center again, that passion for creating and sharing and being in this space. So for now,...
(Pray for You - Jaron and the Long Road to Love)
adventures in hair: the college years
I realized while going through my pictures that I’ve changed my hair an obnoxious amount of times in the past three years. Observe:
19th birthday party with JARMK. long, blonde blonde blonde blonde.
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later that summer 2009. trampolining with JARMK brunette, and cut several inches shorter.
...
dear sirs and madames in congress,
i rather like my internet. please don’t censor it.
love, lo
OH MY, WORLD!
Would you look at that! I am happy.
I am sitting here, and I am thinking about all the truly, truly lovely people in my life; the the wonderful people who have been my rocks throughout various things. These are the people who have stuck by me. Who have treasured me as a person, not as a convenience. Who have loved me, and accepted me for who I am, and have made me a better person...
something to remember that I keep forgetting:
if someone wants to be in your life, they’ll make an effort to be in it. so don’t bother making room in your heart for someone who doesn’t want to be there anyway.
October 2011
7 posts
“there will come a time you’ll see, with no more tears.
when love will not break...”
– mumford & sons, after the storm (via walksinbeauty)
After working at the school today, I thought to myself
1. I love kids. I want to be a teacher.
Then I slapped myself.
2. Get over yourself, stupid. You don’t want to be a teacher. 3. No, you don’t. You like editing. And books. 4. I need to read “The Blind Assassin” by Margaret Atwood. 5. And my psych book. 6. Lol. Like that’s going to happen. 7. But you’re...
four.
(photo credit : lansing state journal)
(photo credit : lansing state journal)
Four times. Four years.
Fo(u)rever a Spartan. Go Green.
my life lately in pictures.
bethany jane continued to be more awesome than me and got an industrial bar piercing.
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we celebrated bethany jane being old by eating lots of sushi.
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then my awkward brosefs, mommmmmaaaa, padre and I all went out to eat to celebrate brosef1 being old.
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then bethany jane’s mommy threw bethany jane...
September 2011
9 posts
Dear Followers,
Hello! How are you? I haven’t heard from you in a while. Talk to me.
How am I? Well, I am in a consistent rush. I imagine part of this is due to the fact that I’m a senior and the world is spinning so rapidly and I only have x-amount of weeks to complete them (26 left of actual schooling…WHAT). I also imagine part of this is due to the fact that I’m taking 12 credits, have...
in the past three weeks, i had forgotten what it was like to be truly, genuinely, perfectly happy.
until tonight, where i laughed so hard i cried, and i spent it with some people who are kind, gracious, and good to me, and where i felt loved and included.
and then, as soon as i came home, i was instantaneously angry. i curled back up into my shell and now all i want to do is leave this place...
one month.
it’s been one month since i last left the second most perfect place on earth.
(james and I)
and a lot has changed. i’ve moved back to school in an apartment infested with ants and roommates i’d rather get away from than live with. i’ve landed myself another internship…and then a job…and then another internship…at the same time (and maybe another job??)...
ten years later.
When I was eleven, I didn’t know what a terrorist was. I didn’t understand the word “hijacker.”
I understood Barbies. And endless summers. And wanting a kitten. And feeling safe, because I lived in America and we were invincible.
And then the school janitor poked his head into my sixth grade classroom, and whispered anxiously that the towers had been hit.
In an instant,...
A Weekend in Review.
(my super handsome/tan brosef 2, my awkward and hilarious dog, and self)
(all of us, via oil painting.)
home sweet home.
LO. FOCUS.
I know there is a lot on your mind, but think about the task at hand. You’re starting to make me worried.