I Dreamed a Dream

Oh. My. Goodness.

 

This is going to be a must see. 

Les Mis is my favorite. Ever.  

 

tick tock

I’ve always been a lister (I may or may not have just made up my own word…take that Webster). My room is covered in post-it notes, my planner is chalked full of to-do lists, and my hand frequently has writing all over it. 

Accompanying this habit of listing is counting down. I don’t know why, but I love keeping track of how many days till…whatever I want. Someone once complained to me that this was a horrible way to live—that I could never live in the moment if I was always counting down to something. News flash to the pessimist: counting down is a great way to live! I love getting more and more excited about something, and anticipating an event as it draws closer. It’s the best. And then when the event is finally here, I enjoy it that much more. So there. 

Just in case you were wondering…

...110 days till I get married. Wow baby.

...58 Days till the beach. The best vacation in the world only comes every two years…this countdown starts the last day of the previous vacation. Pathetic? Maybe. Worth it? Totally.

...29 days till my sister Kate and cousin Madeleine come home from London. Oh how I’ve missed those two!!

...and 7 days till So You Think You Can Dance. Ah!!!!! The best show in the history of shows is in one week. SYTYCD is to summer as water is to pool; or chocolate chips are to cookies. It is a NECESSITY.

And just in case you were wondering something else…

I have the cutest dog in the world.

oriceso uthcat?

Welp, I have returned from paradise.

aka Hawaii.

It’s pretty easy to forget you have a real life back at home when you are surrounded by food, sun, and beach every day. For example...

In Hawaii: Maybe I’ll open a book and read a line or two while I bask in the sun

At home: I will unwillingly sit through a 3 hour class taught by a Korean man I can’t understand. And take notes. And try to stay awake. And read my text book. And do my homework.

In Hawaii: why yes, I would love to eat some pineapple, and coconut shrimp, and chocolate covered macadamia nuts.

At home: Top Ramen? Yes please.

In Hawaii: Alarm? What’s that?

At home: Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. Groan.

In Hawaii: does putting sunscreen on count as a job?

At home: computer labs, here I come.

In Hawaii: hang out with my fiancé 24/7…perfect.

At home: wedding plans, wedding plans, wedding plans. Who knew a wedding was so much work? My mother and I are definitely finding that out quickly!

In Hawaii: Hakuna Matata!

At home: high stress levels= 2 cold sores. Shoooot.

Oh well, I think I will survive :)

 

On another note…does anyone hate these things as much as I do? 

I can never read what they say. NEVER. It takes me like, 10 tries, and then I get kicked out for “too many attempts”. I promise I’m not a robot!!

Anyway.

Have a happy weekend! 

Ps. I’ll try and post some pictures from Hawaii asap!