Monday, December 31, 2012

Meow Monday: Crazy Cat Lady Edition

So it's not really a secret that I'm a crazy cat lady. My parents have a cat at home named Cat, who's kind of indifferent about my existence.

But my roommate has a cat named Jasmine WHO IS MY ENTIRE LIFE. Basically.

I didn't realize just how much of a crazy cat lady I was until I met Jaz.

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Current Obsession: Obama Gifs.

So... I might be a little obsessed with our president. He's just so swag. For Christmas, my mom got me the book that he wrote for his daughters. It's so beautiful. He tells his daughters they are smart and creative and are bound for great things. I love it. It's something every girl needs to hear from their parents, whether they're 8 or 21. So in honor of this book and in honor of my obsession with gifs and obama, I unite the two in this post. I give you Obamagifs.

Just our prez bein all hip with Ellen DeGeneres. NBD.

The end.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Theta Thursday

Need a little NYE inspiration? I've got you covered. Rock the black and gold!

My home: Drake Theta (BK Chapter)

Tuesday, December 25, 2012


Excuse me while I freak out for a minute...I'M GOING TO LAS VEGAS FOR NEW YEAR'S EVE!!!!

My best friend Anna and her dad always go out west for a week or so after Christmas, and I decided last minute (like 11am Christmas morning) to tag along!

She kind of jokingly invited me and since I've been a bit down lately, I decided to just do it and book a flight! $450 later and I am all set to go!!!

Anna and I on Halloween
I will be flying out New Years Eve from Des Moines and meeting her and her dad there and we are going to spend 3 days in Vegas people-watching and drinking and maybe even some gambling (neither of us have ever gambled before)

All I know is that we're staying at the Bellagio Palazzo and we may not even have to leave the hotel because there's just a ton of shops and stuff right inside. I can't wait to people-watch though. That's what we're most excited for!

I can't wait!

Merry Christmas!

Monday, December 24, 2012

Being single during the holidays

When every single person in my family asks me if I have a boyfriend when I'm home for Christmas:

When I'm at a holiday party and someone asks if I'm dating someone:

When everyone is coupled up for the holidays:

Meow Monday

Beautiful Jasmine

Oh dancing kitty, you are adorbs.

Finally, in the spirit of Christmas, I give you Grumpy Kitty

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Style Sunday


Nina Ricci short ruffle dress / Oasis lace top / Friis & Company rose heels, $82 / Zara handbag / Nadri vintage silver bracelet / VIcenza pendant jewelry, $8.76 / Carole chain earrings / Betsey Johnson chain necklace / Matthew Williamson , $640 / Stila beauty product

Thought Catalog: Things You Forget When You're Single

This post came out in June 2012, at which point I had been single for about two years. Then I met someone this summer. We were together (if you can even call it that) for several months, but then it ended. I deserve better. That's what I'm telling myself, anyway.  I ran across this post again and it was like this summer never happened. I'm back where I started. 

From Thought Catalog

I’ve been single for a long time now. Too long. I feel my private parts getting swallowed up, making me look like Barbie but with cellulite and a size-12 waist. I’m starting to forget what it ever felt like to be in a relationship, what it felt like to always have someone to call and make plans with. This feeling that someone needed you more than they needed anyone else. You were their person. You were the person they left parties early for, just so they could take a drunk cab ride to your apartment at 3 a.m. and have you be the last person they saw before they fell asleep. When you’re single, there’s no guaranteed silver lining to your drunk, no person whose text messages can make you instantly feel safe and like you always have somewhere to go.

I’ve had this before. I’ve been someone’s + 1 but it never worked out. I got too bored and anxious, and ended it. I was always the one to end it. I was dating quality men too. I’m talking about boys who would always text back and have “I’D BE A REALLY GOOD DAD!” written on their forehead. I tried so hard to love them as much as they loved me but I couldn’t or, perhaps more accurately, wouldn’t. I didn’t think that breaking up would be a big deal. I’d find someone else, someone better. That’s how it goes. You jump from relationship to relationship. It never really stops unless you want it to, right?

It does stop. It did stop. Something shifted and all of a sudden there were no more potential + 1′s. It’s been two years now and I feel like I’m experiencing some kind of amnesia. I’m forgetting how I ever was with someone. It doesn’t feel real to me. Was I ever someone’s person? I honestly don’t remember. And if I was, if I was the person you could come to drunk at 3 a.m. and cook breakfast with, how did I do it? Did I smile at the appropriate times? Did I scratch your back? As corny and Miss Dependent as it sounds, there’s something inside of you that is kept alive when you’re in love with someone. It’s a vital part of who you are; you need to be able to give all your love to someone. You need to feel wanted. It’s as important as drinking water or getting oxygen. We were built to love and when you don’t have a partner, you feel totally incomplete. This goes beyond the feeling of shame you get when you’re alone. It’s more of a biological need.

I’m forgetting more and more each day. I’m forgetting how to compromise with someone, how to structure my life around someone else. I mean, it’s not like I ever really did that anyway. I’ve always been someone who’s needed their alone time and done their own thing. But I do like this idea of being a team and working together. You spend too much time alone and you forget how to do that. You forget how to be with someone other than yourself.

I forget what it’s like to see the same naked body over and over again, learning every crevice and sketching the outline with my fingers. I forget what it’s like to feel safe, like if I slipped and died in my apartment, there would be someone looking for me within the day. I forget what it’s like to deal with other people’s families, of awkward blending during the holidays. I forget the excitement you feel when their birthday is coming up and wanting something so perfect for them. You would do pretty much anything to see them smile. I forget The Future with capital letters and having something tangible to look forward to. I forget what it’s like to love someone when they’re at their most unlovable. Forget. Forget. Forgotten.

Saturday, December 22, 2012


Alright, so as much as I complain about Iowa, and as much as I want to get the hell out of the Midwest, Iowa will always have a soft spot in my heart.

I know when I move in the spring I am going to miss it.