The Dorm Diaries// Room Tour

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Hello, friends! It's been a bit since my last post, for which I both apologize and don't apologize for. These past few weeks have been jam-packed with meetings, assignments, college events, and simply attending classes. I have to stop and remember that I'm so tired because I'm taking 17 hours, so there is an actual reason why it feels like the workload never ends (although I think every college student feels like that).

But there are little blessings in life - like grabbing Canes after church with the best friend, having time for a cup of coffee in the morning, a sweet note of encouragement from a hallmate, and unexpectedly getting to attend a play which prompting hours of binge-watching Broadway YouTube clips.

So today I'm slowing down a little to spend time with you. Let's make it a coffee date - I have a mug of coconut mocha coffee as I type...and it's not just any coffee date because I'm delighted to announce the first post in the new college series for the blog:

  The Dorm Diaries!

I've been wanting to "show you around" my room for a while, so what more perfect way to kick off this series than to show the little things I've done to make my ordinary dorm room feel more like home and more like me. If you've been reading for a while - or even if you just clicked over and saw my blog header - you know I love color.

 Teal, orange, fuschia are some of my favorites because they simply pop so much! 

How cute is that Macbeth eraser? My best friend studied abroad in England this summer and brought it back for me from Stratford-upon-Avon since we're both theater/Shakespeare adorers. I love reading about my passions (photography, fashion, writing) and I'm blessed to be able to say I can read the above books "for class"! None are required, but I like to do some light reading outside of class to stay on top of things. ;) The journal was another present from the bestie - it's a running joke that I have the most "feels" between the two of us. 

I spotted this adorable gold-plated dachshund tape dispenser at Target (that store has my soul) and couldn't not buy it. Also, the best friend has a matching one. Yes, we are those best friends.

If I'm in my room, it's a guarantee that Pandora or Spotify is playing...I love having chill music in the background when I'm studying or hanging out in the room. Mindy Gledhill is a favorite channel.

Shoes! These two pairs are a necessity for college students - dorms get cold and after walking around campus all day, my feet are always so happy to slip into my Ugg moccasins (ridiculously comfortable). And rainboots need no explanation - especially in the South where it can be sunny one moment and pouring rain the next. I love, love my bright pillar box red Hunter boots and get so much use out of them. Both pairs of shoes were Christmas presents from my sneaky parents and I couldn't ask for better footwear! 

Of course I've got Mama Mary on my bookshelf - right next to the Febreze, yes, but it's a small shelf! I like to think Jesus's mother is okay with it - she knew the importance of a clean house. 

This is only about 2/3 of my sunglasses collection as I'm missing about 3 pairs (aviators, cat-eye + hippies), but I find hanging them not only is a fun display, but also makes it easy to grab whichever one coordinates with my outfit that day.

I am a serious pen addict - especially ink pens. I always get a new box of colored ones to color-coordinate my planner every semester and use the black ones for writing lists, letters, and fiction/real writing. Nothing like fresh, black ink on a crisp white page!

I needed some new stationary so I picked up this set at Target at the end of summer...again, Target just can't do anything wrong.  And of course, I have a separate set of colored pens for on top of my desk. I love gold, so this glitter vase that my talented little sister made was perfect to display them. And this adorable little white cat is actually a pen that the best friend also brought me from Europe. She has a matching pink dachshund on her desk as her personality is more like that, and mine is more of a cat. 

I store my makeup in a fold-out case now; again, another purchase before the start of the semester that has proved to be such a good investment! It's so easy to put everything up now and keep everything separate + organized. Loooove. 

If you made it to the end of this post, congratulations! Hope you enjoyed a sneak peek of my room. If you're a college girl, what does your room look like? 

Real Life Yo

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Happy autumn (officially)!

1. It's one of those days where you wake up and promptly want to go back to bed.  Whoooooo. This is probably due in part to getting all my homework done by midnight, but then staying up for one of those great late night talks with one of my best girls. Always worth it.

2. Thankfully, my first class today was ballet, which always wakes me up. I leave feeling stretched (in a good way), loose + limber, and ready to dance more. We worked on pirouettes, pique turns, and everything else involving spinning. We were all quite dizzy by the end.

3. Coconut mocha flavored coffee is the bomb dot com. My roommate has a Keurig, which she graciously allows me to use so I picked up a new flavor of coffee (the aforementioned coconut mocha) and am loving it. It has a great flavor that's not too overpowering.

4. I'm finally getting ready for fall and cooler weather. Yesterday was the first official day of Autumn (or l'Automne, since I'm practicing my daily French) and it was in the 60's that morning. Heavenly! Of course, fall fashion is something I'm looking forward to especially: like this outfit of Kendi's.

5. Speaking of fall, Taza's apple picking post featuring her adorable children is so pretty - as are Sarah + KJP's autumn bridge outfits.

6. My love of French spilled over into my graphic design class the other day when I designed an art deco Eiffel Tower in various shades of pink + purple. What can I say? Paris is hard to resist.

7. My love affair with La Croix is still going strong. My favorite flavors are the coconut (surprise, surprise) and the cran-raspberry.

8. One of my best friends Leslie graduated college and moved to England! She's attending grad school in Kingston, and while I miss her dearly, I couldn't be more excited for the new adventures that await her in the country of Tolkien, Lewis, and Harry Potter. Plus, she's in the same area as Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Hiddleston, So many feels, I can't even. She's blogging about her experience here, and it's a must read!

9. Dorm room pictures should be up later this week - and I have a fun surprise for Monday. In the meantime, I'm reading up on photography books and just started Madeleine L'Engle's A Wrinkle in Time for the book club I'm in. I read it in high school, but somehow never finished it, so I'm excited to learn the rest of Meg, Calvin, and Charles Wallace's adventures.

What are you up to this week, friends? Read any good books lately? What are you looking forward to about autumn? 

Real Life Wednesday

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

1. So many things to share this week! It's been one of great posts around the blogsphere - I've more than definitely had my share on non-make up days already, but most days I try and put some on. This post about how to make your lipstick last all day is great.

2. French pop songs have been my constant pump-up music when I'm walking to class or studying late and need to stay alert + motivated. I've always loved that genre, but American hits just aren't doing it for me, probably because I'm burned out on them. Whatever the reason, I'm especially loving European club music.

3. I've been having fun trying to mix and match outfits while wearing core pieces in my wardrobe how to wear this dress 5 different ways. (You know my stripes addiction, so obviously I want. it.)

4. It's wonderful to be taking a photography class again - after having one each semester since freshman year (except for last semester), it's great to be shooting for "homework." I essentially want to take fashion/portrait/studio pictures for an entire week straight. But alas....I have other things to do.

5, Finally someone understands! What to read next if you've read all of Jane Austen's books.

6. I'm going though babies withdrawal again, but luckily I can drool over Grace's adorable kiddos, Bev's insanely cute Instagram (blonde twins!!), and Taza's precious gang in NY.

7. I love reading friends' posts - Caitlin rounded up some of her Internet favorites (LOTR themed this week), Marisa talked about college life, and Amanda's brilliant + hilarious post about soundtracks of our lives made me go, "Preach!" (not really. Just in my head) I frequently pretend to be a spy, Harry Potter, or a evil queen while walking to class or studying in my room to music.

8. Loving allll these career tips about being strong women - from strong, successful women like Tina Fey, Nora Ephron, etc. PREACH.

9. Off to ballet class in leggings, a long striped shirt, cat-eyeliner, and a bun. Sometimes I'm so chic, I can't stand it. (emphasis on sarcasm)

10. A friend has dubbed today "Wear a Skirt Wednesday" so there's a couple of us joining in. Should be fun!

How's your week, friends?

Five Things

Monday, September 15, 2014

I watched Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone with a huge group of college students over the weekend during a study break and it was magical. We knew all the lines, so the room was full of voices shouting, "It's Le-vi-O-sa, not Le-vi-o-SA!'" Then we watched The Chamber of Secrets and I cried like a baby at the end when Hagrid came back.

I woke up to another grey and rainy day: I've been traipsing around with my bright colored umbrella and jazz music playing in my ears. Polkadots and Moonbeams by Chet Baker is my jam. 

I leaned pas de chat in ballet today, which is essentially a leap where you land like a cat. I'm obsessed. And can't stop doing it with my hands curled like paws. 

Speaking of, I really just want to curl up with a cat. Where's the fluffy kitties when you need them?

I walked all the way across campus for a scone. Because. Some days are salad says and some days are just scone days, darn it.

And then they didn't have any. So I had to settle for muffin. Hashtag struggles.

Sunlight + Shadows // Self Portrait

Sunday, September 14, 2014

Sometimes I wonder who I am. How it is that two radically different sides can exist in one fluid and ever-changing and perhaps always mysterious and un-understandable we are.

In dreams you watch yourself, from above or from the side, much like a passerby - you watch as a detached spectator who observes freshly and without bias. Even if it is yourself whom you observe. 

Sweet and nice and girly and cute, that's what people label me. How they see me. Who they think I am. 

And if ever I deviate, they smile - sometimes openly, sometimes not - and think or say, "ah, she's trying to be different."

But I am not.

I have a sunlight + shadows self - the one that loves dark colors and photographs that depict raw, real moods + imagery and withdraws to hide in trees because sometimes life is too much and people are too loud and sometimes I'm the wildest introvert....that self is just as much me as the one people see on a daily basis.

"This isn't the real me, yet it is. 
There's different versions of me, and they're all the real me. 
And you know what? That kills me. 
It's too confusing. I'm not one person. 
I've got a twenty-something body, eight-year old heart,
 eighteen-year old mind, and eighty-year old soul." 
~All Cowboys Need Pretty Girls

We're told not to label people. But we do. And somewhere along the line we take it upon ourselves to decide who truly is multi-faceted and who is simply trying to be "cool." 

Authenticity is not a sin. Neither is change. 

There's something desperate and wild in realizing others have boxed and labeled you - even if they don't realize it. Because people see someone who loves to laugh and see an extrovert - and someone who is shy must be an introvert but never do they consider that a person can be both or neither and so much more. 

It's why artists reinvent themselves so much, I think. Because they can, they can change perspective, change approach, dabble in the grittiness of their art.

I took a self-portrait and it made me want to cry - an image of light and shadows playing across a face that belongs to me. And yet, one friend was startled upon seeing it. She gave that odd, humoring half-smile and I could hear it in her voice when she said, "That' of you." 

A kind, polite ah, she's trying to be different - how sweet.

We speak of arrogance and confession as weapons that hurt and break, but sometimes gentle words from loved ones shatter our protective shields more than anything. I remained silent, stung with surprise and hurt - and sudden, swift doubt. This photo that I had loved, one of the rare few at which I looked and thought I was beautiful, had induced amusement....and my mind whirled through possibilities. What had she seen that I had missed? was my face that made the image comical to her. That somehow, even this old friend had placed me in a box, a box and label out of which I was not allowed to attempt to alter or leave. 

I voiced the thought and there it was again, the loving 'silly girl' look and a polite apology. You just don't look like yourself, she tried. 

To be told you don't look like yourself by someone else, someone who has no idea who you truly are, someone who can never fully read and comprehend the myriad of thoughts in your mind, the deep-seated emotions and fears that form you as the person you are...

It hurts. And I wonder again, wearily, if I really am beautiful. Or if my friend, who tells me constantly without provocation that I am, only finds me beautiful because she cares for me and because she sees the goodness in people - when in reality - my face, my body do not conform to the aesthetic principle of beauty. 

I stumbled upon these drop-dead gorgeous photos of Hannah, a girl whose soul is as beautiful as her photography, and my breath was taken away. Tears leaked from my eyes along with hurt - because I understand how she feels. I understand her disbelief upon seeing those pictures, of her saying in wonder, 'I'm...almost...beautiful.'

She is. I, and all others who see her work and read her words know this. But I know all too well the stifling sense of self-doubt as a photographer in regards to one's own beauty. 

We know how to capture others, become so used to hunting for the expression that makes their face light up with joy, with light. We are masters at making others feel beautiful, at garnering that response from them when they see the final pictures. 

But who photographs the photographer? Who gives the woman behind the camera that same grace, that same gift of showing their beauty and hidden light? I cried at those pictures of the beautiful girl in the red dress, because I see myself in her - I feel the same disbelief towards myself. Understand, I know I am beautiful. It is rare though, that I truly feel it. I try so hard to hide my body. I am not proud of its entirety

I miss feeling beautiful. I miss feeling like me. I miss actually liking the skin I am in. I miss feeling that for once, I can relax because there will be few "bad" pictures. 

The tears surprise me - they come late at night and without warning, suddenly provoked by breathtaking images of a real, raw girl standing in a dark lake and clad in a crimson dress. She is beautiful - and I understand. And so, I am fiercely, triumphantly happy for her.

I too, once felt that beautiful. In a red dress also, no less. It was many years ago, and my body has changed since then. Perhaps one day, I will feel that way again. I think I am on my way.

A Few of My Favorite Things

Friday, September 12, 2014

-girls with messy hair
-the smile that comes from reading words from a loved one
-the rain as it kisses the earth
-soft swirls of white blankets
-slow, rich jazz music
-travel journals + blogs of adventurers 
-dark chocolate
-spontaneous handwritten notes
-friends who send me perfect Pins bc they get me
-Dario Marianelli's soundtracks
-hiding on grassy knolls from the world
-flying on airplanes
-the sweet sacred moment in mornings just before waking
-a good love story
-tight hugs that feel like coming home
-striped shirts
-striped anything, really
-coffeeshops on rainy days
-saying no when you really need to
-being alone
-the moments in between
-brightly colored umbrellas
-dancing in ballet shoes
-black eyeliner
-life and all its messiness
-the warm glow of lamplight
-bookshelves filled
-dark hair-words
-you readers

inspired by this

Wed to the Nes to the Day

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Salut, friends!

1. Let's talk about how the tiredness of the semester is already setting is it that there is so much to do? Classes all day, work, meetings, more meetings, dates with friends, studying, writing, eating, walking everywhere, MORE poor thighs are feeling it, I'm telling you. I'll have legs of steel at the end of the semester.

2. Today is one of those slight hot haute mess days: I woke up "late" just before 8 a.m. (I usually get up around 6:30-7 now) and I had to be somewhere at 9, got locked out of my room, forgot my id and couldn't swipe into the dining hall, spilled liquid on my shirt twice, and walked into class all sweaty and in tshirt + leggings today because we did Pilates this morning instead of our usual ballet class.

So...for all you who said I make college sound so glamorous and just got real. Yo.

3. I just ordered this planner from the Etsy shop Storybook Journals after seeing Moriah with the Anne of Green Gables one. I die. I am so excited! #plannerfreak #stationarynerdandproudofit

4. Per y'all's feeback, there will be a dorm room post (with pictures!) soon, but probably next week. The rest of this week is crazy and I'm off to staff a retreat this weekend, so life stuff comes first!

5. I'm trying to chug all the water by toting around my water bottle. It's a must since the days are hot and I spend all day running around campus from class to class.

6. I'm in a graphic design class, so of course, I do all of my research on Pinterest + have a board for it. And I've fallen in love with the myriad of possibilities when it comes to that type of art. The lines! The colors! The photos! The fonts! It's magical.

7. Ballet is wonderful as ever  - I'm one of those learners who needs to repeat things 10 billion times on my own before it's cemented in my mind, but I'm already planning to take advanced ballet next semester simply because I want to continue dancing.

8. On a very serious note, this article about how porn isn't just a "guy problem" is incredible. So, so powerful and 100% true. I think most Christians assume that only guys struggle with porn. Rarely, if ever, do I read an article or hear someone speak about the detrimental effects it has upon women also. Porn and masturbation are sins that both  men/boys and women/girls struggle with. 

Apologies if this is a bit too heavy for you, but it's one of the "shame" topics that truly upsets me. Just like the sad fact women and girls are blamed more than men for having extramarital sex if the former become pregnant. Some food for thought on this Wednesday.

How's your week, friends?

Seasons of Life: Why It's Still Summer in September

Monday, September 8, 2014

With the start of September, the excitement of fall is in the air. Pumpkin spice lattes are being sold, friends are Pinning autumn pictures, and the general longing for cool weather and to wear sweaters + boots is palpable among my peers (and especially in the online world). 

And yet...I find myself pulling back. Refraining from joining the excitement. I've come to realize that most personal growth often happens when you are least aware of it...and somehow, this summer, I began to truly enjoy + treasure + drink in moments of the present. 

And in many ways, I feel the whisper of the old soul within me when I hear others around me pipe up energetically and exuberantly about their longing for fall. It's a glimmer of a secret smile, for something in me now knows that it is all right to wait...that all things come in due time. 

With that sense of new patience, of knowing "what's coming will come, and when it does, we'll be ready for it," is an understanding that I feel that way about something much deeper than fall. Somehow, in this perpetual summer of the south, waiting for fall has paralleled the journey of my heart. The waiting and expectation of the future. Of perhaps a special someone who might be a part of my future -  a part of my story.

I think the idea of that future someone is like one's own personal gravity - I can now go all day without consciously thinking of him (whoever "him" is), but the whisper of the future is always there and the slightest reminder wraps its existence around me like the hint of an autumn breeze I can't see. Because for the first time, despite my complete and utter love for autumn, I'm not ready for it. 

I don't want it to come now. I don't want him to come now. 

Because it's not the right season. Because days are still warm and wild and carefree and unquenchably youthful...and free. It's still summer. 

Summertime is rich...a season of bounty, of overflowing, of goodness, of ripening, of coming into what you were meant to be - plant, seed, or person. 

Life is made up of seasons, my mother told me. It was something I grew up with that was a set in stone fact - similar to ones like the sun sets, the sky is blue, don't run with scissors, Sundays are church days.

Life is made up of seasons. 

And sometimes those seasons involve waiting. Ann wrote about pruning during the full seasons of life - why sometimes we have to prune and say no to good things...because pruning things that are blooming allows for a greater crop later on.

That doesn't make much sense, it seems at first. And yet it does. If Spring is young people + teenagers who are thrumming with life and vibrant and growing and shooting up with bright dreams and wide smiles...than Summer is young adults and people growing into their own with a slow deepness and a rich expanding of dreams + desires.

To many, Summer is the best time - the perfect season. And why wouldn't it be, they ask? Full of growth and wonder and why not drink in every moment and say yes to the magic of it all? Why "prune" or step back from certain things?

Ann writes, "there’s a counter-intuitiveness to it, this plucking off certain life activities that will yield good fruit. Some might even think it foolish to pare back, when the bloom and gifting apparent; a good harvest inevitable."

All my life, I've rushed into fall, yearning and over-eager - shooting out of the gate before even the first hint of the season appeared. Similarly, for most of my teenage (and college years thus far). like most girls, I've yearned for a relationship and dreamed about the future. 
And yet as Ann said, "it’s the pruning of seemingly good leaves that can grow a better life. 

To allow later seasons to yield the longed-for abundant crop."

For the first time, I'm beginning to understand...perhaps it is a healthy pruning to cease reaching + stretching towards the future. And instead to settle in the summer sunlight of the present moment, in this stage of life. In this season. 

Because I can sense it in my bones. Autumn's time has not come yet. 
There is still a bit more of summer to come. Still plenty of sun-soaked days to drink in, stirrings of the soul and thoughts to be pondered beneath a blazing blue sky. Autumn has - and always will have - my heart. 

But something has changed in me. Something has slowed. 

So give me these days of sun + youth + wild freedom. I can drink them in, secure in the knowledge that autumn will come - only when it should. No one can rush the changing of the world or in life. So I will not try. 

I think of the future + autumn now and then - frequently, if I am honest. But without the pangs of longing that I once had: "For everything, there is a time and a place." And it is not that time or place. 

But I know he will come - with the cool whisper of wind and the coziness of cups of cocoa on chilly days and the promise of adventure in the air. Perhaps not this year or the next or the next after that. 

But Autumn falls every year. 

So I will wait. For it - and him - to come to me. 

Weekend Things

Sunday, September 7, 2014

-if I was truly that chic, older college student, I would break down and buy a strapped shoulder bag/satchel instead of a backpack. But I can't quite let go of my trusty black Swiss Army one that distributes weight evenly on my shoulders. But my head I have the former option. 

-my glasses broke two weeks before school started and since I (and my family) are pros at procrastination, I never got around to ordering new ones. So the only way I can see (I have horrible vision) is contacts. I've never worn them so many days in a row ever in my life. I like it. But I'm looking forward to ordering a snazzy pair of glasses, preferably from Warby Parker. 

-I've officially become a morning owl (not quite by choice) and have settled into a little morning routine: wake up, slide the alarm off on my phone, splash water on my face, get coffee started, pump up the jams + get ready for the day. Most days I get coffee and breakfast, but sometimes I have to run out the door sans bfast. It's a good routine, though, and I like it. 

-living in a suite of girls is so fun. I lived in one last year (four girls) and loved my roommates so much. They all either graduated or moved elsewhere, so I have a brand new suite (all girls I knew previously) and it's just as wonderful in a different way. We've had so many late night talks about life, boys, love and have been there for each so much already. Very blessed to be surrounded by such a supportive little group each day when I wake up.

-my room is finally all set up and with plenty of warm, colorful lamps, it's a very cozy little room indeed. I quite enjoy spending time in there and do most of my studying at my desk. Freshman year was spent entirely in my college library (I practically lived there my first semester), but now that I'm older, I prefer studying in the privacy of my own room. I might even do a dorm room post (with sneak peek pictures) if anyone's interested!

-yesterday was a bright and cloudy day, so my suitemate and I made a coffee run. We were sitting outside enjoying the balmy weather when the heavens literally opened up and poured down on us. I will say, though, there are plenty of worse things in life than being trapped in a quirky coffeeshop during a severe rainstorm. It was an unexpected, albeit lovely, adventure. Today was the first day that really felt like September (a little on the cool side)so I drew my Sunday Mass outfit inspiration from Kendi's outfit. I opted for leopard print, black pencil skirt, eyeliner, and a nude lip instead. Tres chic.

Real Life Wednesday Shenanigans

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Helllllllo, friends! I woke up this morning and realized it was Wednesday, which of course, means one of these was perfect because things have been quiet around here. Only because it was the first week of the semester and was it a crazy one indeed. I think I have a good idea of how classes will go, so now I can hopefully resume my posting schedule!

1. It's September! I can hardly believe it...probably because I feel like I'm in a Narnia of eternal summer, so fall doesn't feel real yet. We won't really get any cool, boot + scarf-wearing weather until November. It's a bit of a joykill for this Autumn enthusiast, but I am actually okay with it still being warm. Maybe it's because I'm getting better at being content with the present, but warm days + sun + cool drinks + shorts + swingy dresses are not a bad thing. Keep in mind I spent the first 20 years of my life HATING summer + its heat.

2. I dyed my hair - again. This time, as I was returning a junior, I wanted to try something a bit more chic + sophisticated. So ombre it was! Since my hair is still pretty dark from me dying it black last semester + this summer, I simply had my hairstylist add a lovely mahogany ombre to the ends. It was quite red at first, but has "settled" quite nicely. After being a natural brunette all life, I dyed my hair red during my freshman year, and then black last semester. And now I want to try alllll the colors!

3. Ever since most of my good friends studied abroad this summer, I've been itching to travel even more. I love this post about why you should travel alone and these tips for solo female travelers. I've flown by myself quite a few times, but have never experienced another country much less another state alone. I'm excited for the future though. #postundergradplans

4. I'm feeling very French these days, thanks to taking ballet, my constant love for winged eyeliner, French class, and the La Croix sparkling waters that I've been obsessed with. The coconut flavor is absolutely insane and I finished off a case quicker than I should have.

5. I loved Mariah's post about trying to juggle it all. I'm only one week into the semester and already I've had to say no to some things and decide against some great opportunities. But at the end of the day, I can only give so much. And spreading myself too thin never, ever ended well. So here's to being more realistic!

6. It is hot, so I've been wearing shorts, striped shirts, this floral island top, and maxi dresses. I'd love to have a kimono like Carrie's, though. Perfect for summer!

7. The best friend and I watched Only Lovers Left Alive with Tom Hiddleston + Tilda was fascinating and very interesting. I'm still not sure how I feel about it. Not a "blockbuster" flick or normal drama at all. The vampire film had a very art-house feel regarding the cinematography and soundtrack. Tom, of course, was brilliant as the reclusive rock musician Adam and Tilda was unbelievably cool with a huge head of white blonde hair. Their vampire power couple put Edward and Bella to shame. (warning: there was nudity at one point in the film and as for violence, they are vampires, so...)

Speaking of movies, I had to watch The King's Speech as homework for my screenwriting class - the struggles, I know. I'd seen it before but loved it even more the second time around. I am in awe of Colin Firth. It's like the man is incapable of bad acting! Geoffrey Rush + Helena Bonham Carter were equally amazing, of course. Sigh. British actors have my heart. Every. Time.

8. I like to remind people (but often fail at reminding myself) that we all have bad days and struggle with insecurities, but there is an awesome confidence that comes from being you and owning it, as a good friend told me. I've grown so much in confidence from my high school days and even since freshman year, but I needed to hear it the other day. So whatever it is that's bringing you down, maybe something people goodnaturedly tease you about whether it's your name, your height, or your beliefs -  DO YOU. No one else can be be proud of it.

Sending you all my love and support, friends. Thank you so much for reading and for your lovely comments - they mean the world to me. I want to cheer you on as much as you cheer me! So let me know how your week's been!

{as always, joining Jess at How Sweet Eats for RLW}