untitled-worthy.

if my google could respond to me, it would say, "national security policy? really?? on a thursday?"


... nothing like the looming presence of 3 essays standing between me and my promising weekend to inspire a mindless blog post.

kentucky derby, do wait for me.

celebrate we will.

bartender
pig
granny
why i am
dancing nancies
don't drink the water
funny the way it is
recently
crush
spaceman
cornbread
jimi thing
so much to say
anyone seen the bridge
too much
two step
#27
stay (wasting time)



live music should always make you move this much.

dear chicago,

it's nights like this that i crave music.
and conversation that is honest.





maybe tomorrow.

4x6

so there's a photo contest at the study abroad office. which, shamelessly, is one of the reasons i went abroad. i kept it in mind everytime i brought my camera out with me for a day of exploring, no matter what city or country i found myself in. here are the finalists i've narrowed it down to... we can only enter 5.

they're in order of my travels- spain, morocco, paris, italy.










in 2 weeks, expect a nondescript post with a picture of one of these photos on a wall beneath a sign reading "1st place".

<3.

radiothon

this week is radiothon on the wuvt... as i was listening today, they played a song called ibiza sunrise. which made me laugh. and dance. and remember my own ibiza sunrise... i spent the remaining 3 minutes of thumping techno beats juxtaposing my weekend in ibiza with my current weekend plans... 3 days of constant partying at pacha and privilege, sequentially the oldest and biggest clubs in the world, against plans to go "downtown" tonight... sitting on a beach on the favorable side of an island, watching the sunrise over the mediterranean after dancing for 9 hours straight, against walking 4 blocks home after last call at 2am... a crucial hotel breakfast buffet against the solar haus's frequent saturday morning waffle parties...

the irony of the song and my two contradicting lives made me smile, and crave them both.

i turned my key, got out of my car, and walked into my house.
still dancing.

hide and seek.

tonight, i was making dinner and still stumped as to where i will find the acid-yellow crocodile embossed fabric i need to make my versace knock-off dress for my latest assignment. frustrated, i decided to see if i could get in touch with the owner of fleur, a new richmond fabric shop, thinking maybe she could help.

in doing so, i stumbled upon the store's blog, and spent my mealtime absorbing the thoughts and adventures that have been brewing on robinson st... then i found, arguably, what i was looking for.

geocaching.

are you kidding me? a treasure hunt. a modern-day treasure hunt. my fingers could hardly keep up as i typed in '24060' in the zip code box... and BAM, up popped an entire list of hidden things within a 20-mile radius of the solar haus.

it's listed by coordinates. tempted, i typed in the coordinates at the top of my blog.

how convenient! geocaching in barcelona. all i need is a lucky scratcher and a plane ticket.