5/4/11
It's All About the Dress
Here are some pictures I took of my darling cousin Rachael last Saturday while we were trying on prom dresses.
5/3/11
Adventures in the HFAC
Here is an excerpt from one of my writing logs from first semester. Gotta love the HFAC!
"So I’m sitting in the HFAC eating my peanut-butter and honey sandwich, listening to this guy talk about his love life. It’s actually quite comical. Let me set up the situation: Boy meets girl, knows her for two months, goes on one date, decides he is absolutely in love with her, wants to date her again, writes her a song. And tonight is the grand premiere of his knee-buckling, romantic hit “Christine”. (obviously, the name of his beloved)
"So I’m sitting in the HFAC eating my peanut-butter and honey sandwich, listening to this guy talk about his love life. It’s actually quite comical. Let me set up the situation: Boy meets girl, knows her for two months, goes on one date, decides he is absolutely in love with her, wants to date her again, writes her a song. And tonight is the grand premiere of his knee-buckling, romantic hit “Christine”. (obviously, the name of his beloved)
I’m completely serious.
But you can’t blame him; he is, of course, a love-sick music major. Therefore, his love is a romantic adventure. He held his breath in the tunnel for her. He threw a penny in a fountain to bring luck to his quest. And tonight, all of his hopes, dreams, and infatuations will be summed up in a musical plea for a second date.
With earnest hope in his eyes, he pulls out an unassuming piece of lined paper deemed with the golden lyrics of his love song. He then begins to read aloud the words of his undying affection to his friends. As he finished, he looks at his comrades, waiting for their commentary. After a moment of strange silence, his friend looks him in the eye and said, “Dude, you sound like you are going to propose to her”. My thoughts exactly.
While all this is going on, I am silently laughing over here. I can just envision him walking up to this unsuspecting girl, going down on one knee, pulling out a guitar from behind his back, and singing his soul to her. Creeper. If I was her, I book it out of there.
But what I learned today from my odd experience in the HFAC was that maybe music majors are more interesting and spontaneous than I thought they’d be."
Princess Sarah
I want to be a princess.
Okay, I know... every little girl wants to be a princess. But that youthful royal-pining comes back every once in awhile, especially when there's a royal wedding.
I mean, I've always had royal aspirations. As long as I can remember, I've wanted to go to England. And then, at 16, my wish was granted and I spent a week in London. I fell in love with the city and vowed to return. But I want to focus on a particular event. During my marvelous week in London, I took a bus tour. A tour that would change my life. We were zooming around the streets of London when our tour guide announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, as we pass the next street here, we will have our first glimpse of Buckingham Palace." The passengers excitedly situated themselves to see the view. And then we saw this
And what my initial thought? "I want to be a princess." My wheels started to turn as I concocted my brilliant plan. First I considered my options, which led me to two candidates, William or Harry. Hmm... well, William is much too old for me, I mean we're like 10 years minus 3 days apart. No William for me. So that left Harry. Harry the partying, Nazi-uniform wearing redhead. Not a lot of charming qualities, especially the latter one, but I would live in Buckingham and that's good enough for me. Next, I planned how to get back to England. I would go after every opportunity I could to make it to London: study abroads, internships, jobs, even graduate school. I would get there, and then it would only be a matter of luck and charms before I would become Princess Sarah.
Yes, I was an interesting 16 year old. Luckily, sense and maturity came with age and I soon abandoned a hopeless dream.
Fast forward to April 29th, 2011. No, I wasn't up at 2 AM in the morning to watch the royal wedding live. Actually, I really didn't care much about it. I'm more interested in British politics than Royal celebrations these days. But I was bored, so I watched the reruns on my laptop. I watched Kate step out of the Rolls-Royce, I admired her dress, I watched her walk down Westminster Abbey, cool and collected. I was hooked. I watched the ceremony and the long carriage ride back to Buckingham. I watched the famous two kisses on the balcony. I even scanned through the photo album of the royals' hats. Princess fever was back. And with it my plan.
So my fellow "Harry hunters", let the games begin. Princess Sarah is back!!
http://bltwy.msnbc.msn.com/pol
Okay, I know... every little girl wants to be a princess. But that youthful royal-pining comes back every once in awhile, especially when there's a royal wedding.
I mean, I've always had royal aspirations. As long as I can remember, I've wanted to go to England. And then, at 16, my wish was granted and I spent a week in London. I fell in love with the city and vowed to return. But I want to focus on a particular event. During my marvelous week in London, I took a bus tour. A tour that would change my life. We were zooming around the streets of London when our tour guide announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, as we pass the next street here, we will have our first glimpse of Buckingham Palace." The passengers excitedly situated themselves to see the view. And then we saw this
And what my initial thought? "I want to be a princess." My wheels started to turn as I concocted my brilliant plan. First I considered my options, which led me to two candidates, William or Harry. Hmm... well, William is much too old for me, I mean we're like 10 years minus 3 days apart. No William for me. So that left Harry. Harry the partying, Nazi-uniform wearing redhead. Not a lot of charming qualities, especially the latter one, but I would live in Buckingham and that's good enough for me. Next, I planned how to get back to England. I would go after every opportunity I could to make it to London: study abroads, internships, jobs, even graduate school. I would get there, and then it would only be a matter of luck and charms before I would become Princess Sarah.
Yes, I was an interesting 16 year old. Luckily, sense and maturity came with age and I soon abandoned a hopeless dream.
Fast forward to April 29th, 2011. No, I wasn't up at 2 AM in the morning to watch the royal wedding live. Actually, I really didn't care much about it. I'm more interested in British politics than Royal celebrations these days. But I was bored, so I watched the reruns on my laptop. I watched Kate step out of the Rolls-Royce, I admired her dress, I watched her walk down Westminster Abbey, cool and collected. I was hooked. I watched the ceremony and the long carriage ride back to Buckingham. I watched the famous two kisses on the balcony. I even scanned through the photo album of the royals' hats. Princess fever was back. And with it my plan.
So my fellow "Harry hunters", let the games begin. Princess Sarah is back!!
http://bltwy.msnbc.msn.com/pol
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