Even brighter than the moon

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind wanting to start again? Well, actually that is my exact feeling about UMBC. But more like I want to do so well but I never truly conquer. It's like I am so close and bam! I can't find Fall semster classes that work simultaneously with my job. That's my plastic bag. Oh well, Katy knows where I'm coming from.

Fireworks aside, I am on cloud nine about the 92% I got on my art history midterm! Killed it.

Of all of the different early paintings I have seen this semester this is one of my favorites. By Leonardo da Vinci, The Lady with an Ermine, 1489-1490. I have truly become fond of early art since taking this class. My professor is so passionate about the topics that we are discussing that it's contagious! In fact, over spring break, my teacher went to The Louvre in Paris and brought every person in my class a postcard of the Mona Lisa. Such a sweetie! Anyway, off to catch up on some reading! I hope everyone is enjoying our so-called spring! So cold today!

Envy

I am so excited for this weekend, tomorrow is going to drag like a queen. Thursday I am going out to dinner with Michelle, Cassie, and Mariel, which I am really looking forward to. Friday, I am hitting up the National Zoo with Chelsea for a day of red pandas and sloths and packed picnic lunches. Saturday is a trip to a winery for Chelsea's aunt's 30th birthday. Sunday is IHOP breakfast. So much stuff packed into four days! Gotta live!

Above is my girl Nicki Minaj, she's my favorite riot girl idol.

Womp Womp

P.S. If you're not as busy as me this weekend, download some Nicki. You will NOT regret it. "Superbass" is gonna be her next single, ya'll! Get it!

Introducing...

Zoe Clementine!

Zoe is the most recent addition to my family. She is a 9 year old pug who has been through a lot. She was at one point in time used as a breeder dog, then she was found with two golf ball size stones in her bladder (which she had removed and are in a plastic bag on our kitchen island), and she is a breast cancer survivor. All of that aside, she is the sweetest (and hungriest) little pup and a great friend to have around. I'm sure you'll see more of her!

By Request

I was looking through my folder the other day and I came across a little teeny tiny essay I wrote about three years ago. Chelsea told me I should post it on my blog, and to be honest I am a little embarrassed. However, this brought back some nice memories. I hope Michelle remembers this! Enjoy!

Listening to Rubber Soul while painting my toes red brings back a flood of memories. Just three years ago, I was a Beatles maniac. No joke. I would sit in the passenger side of the best friends maroon Altima and we would blast 1960’s music as loud as it would go and drive to various little towns around Maryland. It didn’t seem like much at the time, but I find myself being nostalgic for these afternoons. Especially when “In My Life” comes on, so sentimental.

One time in particular, Michelle (my best friend) and I were lazing about in her basement, to keep cool from a humid summer day. Two of our friends knocked on the back door and in an attempt for fun, we ran away from them and hopped into my 2000 Dodge Minivan and drove, full speed, to the airport. Baltimore Washington International had no idea what was coming. As we were cruising down route one, and made the sharp left turn onto 195, we were heading to the terminals, which would send away girlfriends from boyfriends, children off to college, and luggage in the wrong direction. I parked my car in the 15 minute parking only section, and we ran onto the elevator.

Our adrenaline pumping, we hopped on the escalator and saw our two friends drive off. We had won! We beat them! It was a pretty big deal at the time. I have two pictures of us, which we took on the escalator, that hot summer day. My bangs were sweaty, and my best friend had just shaved her head, so she looks pretty fresh in the said picture.

I sometimes think this day foreshadowed the future. Approximately three years later we went to this same airport and jet-setted across the country to a little known town called Portland.