My beautiful new babies

First things first, I have an irrefutable, undying love (obsession?) with shoes. 

 

Second, my birthday is on Sunday (feel free to send gifts). ;) Did I mention that this isn't just any ol' birthday? It's my 21st birthday. As such, you should assume that there will be a hefty celebration taking place.

 

Conclusion: I bought myself these bad boys.

{BCBGeneration Devon}

Goodness me, I'm in love. 

“It's really hard to walk in a single woman's shoes -- that's why you sometimes need really special shoes!” -- Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City

When words leave off, music begins.

Someone in my apartment building does not know how to cook. (No, it wasn’t me. I made some delicious mahi-mahi tonight – YUM!)

I came to this realization as I was sitting in my living room shooting the breeze with one of my roommates when the fire alarm went off and we were told to evacuate the building.

We figured it was going to be a while before they were going to let us back in, so we walked over to one of our favorite hole-in-the-wall bars. After enjoying my glass of Riesling and realizing it had gone to my head a bit, I was reminded of a song I heard with on my way home from up north a couple weeks ago (She’s Everything – Brad Paisley).

She's a Saturday out on the town

And a church girl on Sunday

She's a cross around her neck

And a cuss word 'cause its Monday

She's a bubble bath and candles

Baby come and kiss me

She's a one glass of wine

And she's feeling kinda tipsy

It describes me pretty well, so do a few other lines in the song, such as “the stealer of the covers”.

I don’t think this song completely describes me; in fact, it’s not even close to the whole story. I’m definitely not a church girl every Sunday, or a party animal every Saturday for that matter. Although, I think there is a cuss word (or two) for every Monday.

I like to think I have a nice balance in my life -- I know how to have a good time, yet I don’t let it be the focal point of my life. I get stressed out, but I know when to allow myself to relax. I love kisses (from the right men, of course). And lastly, one glass of wine can make me feel slightly tipsy.

I’m little, that last one is acceptable. :)

What song(s) do you think describes who you are?

Today’s forecast: Cloudy with a chance of what the #@%$!?

This morning, I woke bright and early to run before heading to class. On my way to the gym, I was walking behind a man when all of a sudden said man stopped in the crevice between two businesses, pulled out his naughty bits, and began urinating all over the sidewalk. I literally had to leap over the urine river this man was pouring out onto my beloved streets of Detroit.

After running three miles it was time to head back to get ready for the day. However, this was not before three more strange encounters on the (short) walk back. First, seeing that it was rather wintery outside, I decided to cut through one of the buildings at school. As I walked through the halls at my fairly average 5’4’’, a looming creature appears behind me. It doesn’t stay behind me long, given the length of its strides, I wasn’t surprised. There in front of me was Sasquatch. Sasquatch with jeans ripped in the back from the floor to knees, exposing calves that were the size of small children. I watched in amazement as Sasquatch ducked to enter a classroom.

After picking my jaw up from the floor, I continued on my journey. Once I walked outside again there was a group of four construction workers (they’re renovating our Chemistry building), as soon as they saw me they became googly eyed, fixated on my… assets. I continue walking and notice in the next window that my workout pants do in fact make my butt look fantastic. To add a little more fuel to my booty ego, as I’m standing on the corner waiting to be able to cross the street, there are two men in a car next to me. They don’t think I can hear them talking, but I can. One turns to the other and says (while staring at me arse), “How did that happen?! She’s white!”. Don’t get the wrong idea, it isn't out of control, it’s just nice and bubbly, especially for a petite, little white girl – or so I’ve been told.

Once I finally make it my apartment, I hop in the shower. Suddenly, as I’m enjoying the feeling of the hot water running down my body, I hear an obnoxious beeping. It takes me a few seconds to realize what it was – the fire alarm. I push the shower curtain aside and open the door a crack. I hear that it is only a test and was relieved, however, that didn’t change the fact that my relaxing shower now had a soundtrack consisting solely of annoying beeps.

Things were relatively normal for the next couple of hours, then I went to Secretary of State (I needed renew my driver’s license). While walking from my car to their office I was hit on by a couple boys who looked no older than 13. Sorry boys, I’m not interested, keep walking.

As I’m driving back to my apartment afterwards, I get stopped at a light on one of the busiest corners of campus. As I am stopped here, I enjoy some people watching. That is when I see him her him her this person -- approximately 6’2’’, very masculine face (I could see a 5 o’clock shadow), olive colored pea coat, showing a bit of leg and wearing 4-inch, patent leather, knee high hooker boots.

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Was tonight a full moon? It must have been. All the crazies come out when there is a full moon.

Hey there beautiful

Welp, my blog is beautiful and/or I’m beautiful. Brittany told me so. =) Thanks bunches! 

The rules to this award are as follows:
1. Thank the person who gave you the award
2. Paste the award on your blog
3. Link the person who nominated you for the award
4. Tell 7 interesting things about yourself
5. Nominate 7 bloggers or less

One. I was born in Germany, though I am not German.

Two.  I read my horoscope on a daily basis and more times than not, it’s accurate.

Three.  I have a tattoo.

Four. My family means the world to me. We’re unconventional and quirky, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Five. I have a weakness for chocolate covered strawberries.

Six. I could not live without music. I finally joined a choir again recently after two years of just singing in the car, shower, etc. – life is complete again.

Seven. I got kicked out of preschool for chasing a boy around the playground, cornering him in a playscape and kissing him. 

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And I would like to nominate the following three beautiful bloggers (who I don't think have already received this):

C Lo @ Who I am and How I got Here

Patti @ For when my mind gets full  

T @ It's My Moment to Shine 

Words, why have you failed me? I needed you.

I wish I could put into words what I am feeling, but nothing is coming out correctly. 

Chivalry is dead will have to suffice for now.

Trust that I will elaborate once my thoughts and words work harmoniously.

To err is human.

Mistakes. We make them every day -- some are big, some are small. Some make us feel like our world is going to end, some we hardly notice. 


Some people aren't proud of the life they lead or they constantly wish that they could be more successful, make more money, finish school, etc. Too often, these people try so hard to make sure that others don't follow in their footsteps that they end up alienating those they are trying to "save". They are so afraid that people they care about will make the same mistakes they made. What they fail to realize is that sometimes making mistakes, whether similar to the ones they made or vastly different, is the only way we really learn things. 


Life is beautiful, wonderful, amazing, but at the same time it is chaotic, terrible and heart-breaking. 


Sometimes we need to be broken down in order to become stronger, sometimes we need to suffer in order to become a better person, sometimes we need to be completely stupid in order to become wise. 


Mistakes teach us about ourselves. Mistakes expose our greatest fears. Each and every mistake shapes our life. Without them, we are nothing; without them, we are flawless masses traveling a single path our entire existence. Without making mistakes, how could we ever appreciate the beautiful things in life -- love, family, friendship, success, laughter?

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Snow, snow, snow. <3

So often (too often) I hear people complaining about winter - about the snow, about the cold, etc. - and although I hated it today as I was sloshing my way to class, most of the time I just want to shake these people and show them everything there is to love about winter. I'm one of those people you may hate; the ones that get giddy about the first snow fall. I love the way snow blankets the ground and settles on tree branches. I love scarfs and hats and mittens and winter coats. I could go on and on, but I think it will suffice it to say that I love winter. 

This past weekend I was able to enjoy one of the wonders a Michigan winter before returning to another semester of school, stress & studying. The weekend was spent doing one of two things: snowmobiling or relaxing at the cottage. It was a wonderful way to end my break from reality, after all, there isn't much better than a fun activity with people you love. We put a little over 100 miles on the sleds and shared some great laughs. Overall, it was an incredible weekend.

{four pretty ladies}

{Northern Michigan beauty}

Winter isn't so bad, is it? Share your thoughts! 

Mmmm tastey

As the sweet, sweet taste of freedom begins to fade and the darkness of the next semester encroaches, I will be taking brief hiatus to go enjoy the wonders of Northern Michigan.

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Hey there handsome

Tonight is just one of those nights. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about; one of those nights where things just feel right and you can't help but go to bed with a smile on your face. I love these nights. What caused this to occur you ask? I'll give you one guess. 

That's right. It's a member of the opposite sex, and a quite handsome one at that. 

I really don't know what will come of this. All I truly know is that right now, I am happy; right now, I am going to bed with a smile on my face and smelling of his cologne. 

My dearest twenty-ten...

Hello 2010. You're 5 days old now so I feel that you're old enough to hear what I am expecting from you during our next 360 days together.

Be fun! Make this year one to remember. Good friends, good laughs, good times. Make memories that will last a lifetime this year. Live through things that give us stories people will barely believe. 

Be exciting! Allow time for the little things. Plain and simple. Don't get wrapped up in the infinitesimal details of life. Instead, focus of the bigger picture. Focus on what makes you smile, on what makes life worth it. Truly live. 

Be different! Introduce something new into the status quo. It doesn't have to stay around forever, but its good to break out of that comfort zone every know and then. 

That's all I really want. 

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Oh, and maybe a new pair (or two) of amazing heels. 

Well hello there, you look nice today.

Welcome to my little corner of cyberspace.

I’ve wanted to start one of these things for quite some time, actually no! I’ve wanted to start AND maintain one of these things for quite some time, but alas, life has always gotten in the way. But it’s a new year, and frankly, my life is sometimes too interesting not to share with at least a sliver of the world, so here we are. Hope you’re ready and hope you enjoy my stories, nonsensical ramblings and everything in-between.

A bit about me first, I suppose, in case you’re someone out there caught in the interwebs that doesn’t actually know me. I’m young and full of life, a full time student and loyal friend, currently single and just looking to have a good time (take that last one as you wish). I’ve been told I have a killer combination of brains and beauty, but I’ll let you be the judge of that. I live in and absolutely love the city of Detroit, though my desire to see the world is still strong. I am an Aquarius; remember that and you’ll know a lot about me. When my life isn’t consumed with school, I enjoy a good party, which usually involves too much alcohol and many bad decisions, but always involves good times, good friends and great memories (or lack thereof). I try my best to live my life with no regrets, which I know sound like a load of bullshit, but let me explain. I think we all regret things, but I think that many people, including myself, realize that we wouldn’t be the person that we are today without every mistake, challenge, upset, heartbreak, etc. and if you like the person you’ve become, you own up to every inopportune moment and realize that it helped shape you into the person you are.

That’s enough about me for now; continue on this journey and you’ll learn more. I promise.