April 29, 2010
April 26, 2010
Unfortunately it is quite a dreary day here in Boone. As the rain pours outside the window I am once again holed up in Beanstalk drinking an iced Mad Monk. I'm jamming out to my coffeecoffeecoffee iTunes playlist and my feet are propped up on a plush leopard ottoman.
So today, as I sit here (procrastinating; my specialty) I've decided to take a road-trip (or blog-trip) to London, England. I have been to London once before but that was my sophomore year of high school, so I think it's about time to venture there again.
Heres a few things I would do on my dream trip to London.
(p.s. money doesn't matter on this trip...oh wouldn't that be nice)
I'd stay in the posh Browns Hotel in London and sleep in a King size bed all to myself. Ah, bliss.
I'd wake up and put on the cutest, most Londoner outfit that I can manage. Then I would stroll around London looking like I stepped out of J.Crew Magazine - just like this girl.
In the mornings I would grab myself a latte (duh, how else do you start off the day?) at Caffe Vergnano, a local coffee shop on Charing Cross road. This coffee shop may frequently be passed over by the muggle eye, but I would shuffle in and take a seat next to the wide glass windows. Propping open the current book I'm reading I'd carelessly munch on a blueberry muffin and I'd sip the decadence that filled my cup. Delicious.
In the afternoons I would take a trip to Crockatt & Powell, a quaint little bookstore. I'd read for a few hours, forgetting the time.
One day I would take the Harry Potter tour and visit places like the Leaky Cauldron. I'd pretend like I was a witch and it would most likely be my favorite activity of the entire vacation. (this is the real door - I've been here! yay!)
There would be days that I would shop and shop and shop until my feet wanted to fall off. I'd bring along my stylish British friend that I had met on my 8 hour flight. We'd become the best of friends and I'd end up spending my entire trip with her. Then one night when I am picking up dinner to go, I'd meet a handsome brit. He would have perfect teeth and impeccable style. He would show me a marvelous time and we'd hold hands on the London Eye.
April 25, 2010
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April 21, 2010
The time to read is any time: no apparatus, no appointment of time and place, is necessary. It is the only art which can be practiced at any hour of the day or night, whenever the time and inclination comes, that is your time for reading; in joy or sorrow, health or illness. ~Holbrook Jackson
Ever since I was a little girl I have loved to read. My teachers would read Chika Chika Boom Boom and I'd sit on my square of carpet and listen to them in awe. I had Goodnight Moon propped up on my shelf at home and soon I was on to chapter books. Books like The Boxcar Children and Mr. Popper's Penguins had me developing a intense love for reading, but nothing made me want to read more than Harry Potter. Page after page I'd read the Harry Potter books, only to be let down because I'd finished an 800 page book in only 3 days. My brother, sisters and I read these books so many times that now many of the covers are missing, pages are beginning to fall out and the binding is barely holding on. Reading was a way for me to escape my life into one way more exciting. My imagination would be able to run wild; I could stroll through the halls of Hogwarts with Harry, Ron and Hermione, solve a mystery in the Westing Game, or glide along the high seas with Charlotte Doyle. Reading has changed me dramatically, I don't know how exactly, but I know it has.
So today I thought it would be fun to mention some of my favorite books incase you happened to be stumped on what to read. (My mom has probably done this already but great minds think alike)
- Sophie Kinsella / Madeline Wickham books. The Shopaholic Books are so much fun and so are all of her other ones. I especially liked Undomestic Goddess. They're such an easy read, perfect for the beach or any vacation. (The movie doesn't do them justice)
- Jodi Piccoult Books. She is such a talented writer! Her books require so much research and time, I don't understand how she writes so many of them! I think I've read almost every single one of her books.
- Harry Potter books. There is nothing better in the entire world. Seriously. These are some epic novels right here.
- Historical Fiction. Here are some amazing historical fiction books. Pam Jenoff is an INCREDIBLE historical fiction author, all of her books are so so so hard to put down. Lindy and I discovered them at Barnes and Noble and passed them to our friends and then one of our friend's Mom got her entire book club to read it! PHENOMENAL!
April 20, 2010
I'll be working in Greenwich Village for a local magazine while admiring the glass doors of Seventeen and Glamour, knowing my time will come one day; but for now I'll be using my Advertising/ Creative Writing major to help develop local ads for up and coming artist in the surrounding neighborhoods.
In the spring we'll walk Charlie in Central Park and hand in hand we will stroll through the trees and admire the beauty of the park as everything begins to bloom.
My life will be similar to You've Got Mail (when she finally realizes it's Joe Fox) I'll fall in love with the autumn leaves and have bouquets of freshly sharpened pencils on my desk at work.
April 17, 2010
Lindy is my best friend, most incredible twin and amazing person you will ever meet.
We get a long better than anyone I've ever met.
Shes my other half
and I LOVE HER SO MUCH.
I wrote this poem about being a twin because although its a ton of fun, it does have its ups and downs
(Obviously this poem is a hyperbole of my life but it does have some truth behind it)
My Reflection; My Life
She learns, I learn.
She grows, I grow.
A mirror image has imprisoned my life.
I long for an exclusive personality.
Selfish? ...To you it may seem that way;
you - a person born without your own personal duplicate.
Do I even have my own qualities?
My own name?
My own life?
"Hi We're (fill in the blank)"...
And yet I muse... who am I if not part of her?
I AM her.
She makes me complete.
My built in best friend, my other half.
The one person I'm not sure I could live without.
But sometimes, (even though it hurts her when I say it)
I feel like I'm not my own person;
Me and her are a packaged deal, two for the price of one.
We find ourselves in a never ending competition without a price in the end.
All I have to do is relinquish the right to my personal choices;
after all, I have her to make them for me.
And though it can be tough;
she finishes me.
Without her I'd be nothing;
a lifeless shell in search of the unavailable.
Interchangeable, replicas, identical, synonymous.
She lives, I live.