Confessions of a College Girl With Too Much Time On Her Hands
I never thought I’d be the blogging type. And then I found myself outside by my very-suburban pool, scrolling through tumblr, drinking coffee (yes I know it’s 85 degrees) out of my monogrammed mug and journaling about my morning (see above for very artsy visual) and I realized that I am pretty much the world’s most ideal blogger: a college girl with way too much time on her hands that enjoys making everyday life into a melodramatic saga. I narrate my life in my head on a daily basis, so why not do it for the world?
First Things First: An Introduction
My name is Emily, I hail from the lovely, lake-filled land of Minnesota, and, being on summer vacation from college, I have endless hours to contemplate my life’s worth. I’m a self-diagnosed hypochondriac and I love pugs, button downs, Ralph Lauren, Caribou Coffee, and hair bows. My favorite activities include anything a soccer mom would love, reading, pretending I’m artsy, and making (and subsequentially eating) food.
Blogging Requisite #1: OOTD
Today’s OOTD features my trusty Vera Bradley lanyard,
because who says only the freshmen can look this cool? Plus I ran about 500
errands and you can’t beat your neck when looking for a place to store
something without losing it 5 minutes later
Also featured: my parent’s bed, because it turns out their mirror is both
superior in size and lighting to mine.
Theme of the Day
Today, I chose the hipster
life.
Most days, I pick a “theme
of the day” to describe my activities and general outlook on my future. Today,
it’s hipster. But in the poser “basic white girl tries to be a hipster” cliché
way that only a true suburban girl can pull off.
I started out at local
coffee shop (Okay, it was Caribou Coffee), bought an iced coffee, and sat on my
laptop for three hours, basking in free wifi glory, without buying another
item.
Then, feeling especially
studious, I drove over to my local bookstore (does Barnes & Noble count as
local?) bought myself a leather-bound journal and splurged on my brand-new,
leather-bound planner for next year. Because you’re all dying to see them, I’ve
included a picture above, although if we’re being honest with each other
– which I hope we are – the journal is really my old journal that happens to be
the same as the one I just bought, only older and written in. Hence the need
for a new journal.
Anywho, my day continued
when I returned home and made myself lunch.
Side note:
this lunch is gourment deliciousness.
PB and Strawberry
quesadilla (pronounced
kās – a – dill – a) with cinnamon greek yogurt
dipping sauce. Picture included, because for you to experience my
life the
way I know you want to, you need to see this masterpiece.
At this point, feeling
ready to take on the world, I brought
said lunch outside and
decided to start this blog. If blogging isn’t the
perfect way to complete my hipster day, I don’t know what is. Everyone lift
your handcrafted mug and say “cheers” to sharing in my future successes,
failures, and general day-to-day oddities.
