Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Life is moving much too quickly to blog, but

there is always time to be made to speak to my girl overseas.

mi amor.
More thorough life updates to come.
love, c.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Small delights of being home.

1. Deliciously fluffy short-grained rice
2. Matcha body soap (my parents would!)
3. Walks with Kona
4. Answering the landline and "taking a message"
5. The presence of a tv, and all of the awful shows I have the option of watching.

babygirl, always smelling things.

Happy hump day!
love, c.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Happy day.

I spent my Friday night cramming as much of my sociology textbook as I could possibly fit into my brain. At certain points, my body was attacked by bouts of anxiety over how little time was left until my 8 a.m. final the following day. However, I managed. As I drifted off to sleep for a power nap at 5 a.m., I repeated to myself over and over that "I'm going to wake up at 6 a.m."

Needless to say, after all that preparation I was shocked to see that the clock read 8:10 the next time I opened my eyes. Lost in fatigue and utter confusion, my first thought was to jump into the shower. I then proceeded to get dressed, speed my way over to campus and made it one hour late to class--only a minute after the professor had arrived after, apparently, over sleeping.

I get lucky on occasion.

And now it is officially summer vacay, babybear is here and I am worry-free for a couple of weeks. Life is good.

Wishing everyone a lovely weekend!
love, c.

Thursday, September 6, 2012


It was nice to speak to Ce again, despite the fact that she tortured me with an in-depth discussion of how to meticulously maneuver your lips in order to seduce a man. That's what friends are for.
Sweden is much too far away.

Exhausted after practicing flirting tips with an "expert"
Speaking of which, the stronghaus girls encountered several Swedish men on chatroulette tonight. The connections that the interweb creates between people all over the world is truly amazing. Needless to say, technology certainly succeeded in communicating to us how strangers' penises felt in response to a room full of girls crowding the webcam.
In the midst of all the skin that we saw, however, there was a man kind enough to play us Serbian music on his accordion and a little number on his violin. This may be a bit dramatic, but in moments like this a tiny fraction of my faith in humanity is restored.

Now, off to bed for a couple of hours before my 8 a.m. lecture. Tears of joy.

Wishing everyone a lovely evening!
love, c.