I Need My Mother

Sometimes I get back to my dorm room at the end of the day, look in the mirror and wonder why my friends don't love me enough to let me know that I look like a blueberry.

All That Stuff

Everyone is stressed right now. Except for maybe me. Freshman year is almost over, and part of me is incredibly sad because I'll never get this moment back. But the other part of me is excited to be done with this stage in life, and to move on to the next chapter. I'm ready to not be a freshman anymore. It can be rather taxing at times.

So, here are a few things I've done to occupy my time in the last few weeks:

I've become a horticulturist. Truly. I have a little potted garden growing outside my nasty dorm room. This little beauty is a tomato plant that can't seem to stand up straight on his own. Good thing he has me to hold his leaves. Pretty positive my roommate thinks I'm crazy, but I would much rather be the eccentric plant lady rather than the crazed cat woman. Truth.

Went to an outdoor concert put on by a men's Christian organization on campus that completely rocked my socks off. Nothing is better than cowboy boots, live music and huddling with friends on a blanket, laughing until we cry. Praise the Lord for fellowship. Plus feeling extremely artsy while you do it.

My sorority put on our annual 5K race this past weekend to benefit Scotty's House and CASA, two organizations that assist abused children. It was such a blessing to raise $45,888 for an organization that helps children and depends entirely on our assistance. Not to mention the fact that my friends and I had the immense privilege of dressing up in order to remind ourselves why we woke up at 5:15am. We even reached an all-time low when we parked outside the donut shop at 5:50am and had them open 10 minutes early so we could get our donuts on before setting up for the race.

All in all, these last few months have been legit. My friends and I are slowly learning that we are now each other's family; we are helping raise each other and making huge life decisions together. And it's all sustained through prayer. 

HOLLA!

I Desire.

Source - Pinterest

FRECKLES. We should celebrate these beauts more. This coming from the girl who never wanted to change her freckles until a boy made fun of the three in a row on her right cheek. Nevertheless, still lovin' the frecks that God gave me. 

So. Lots going on in my world, and for some reason, I can't manage to accomplish any of it. I know there are things I could be doing right now, besides fantasizing about homemade mac&cheese and listening to 90's music, but honestly...I don't wanna. For some reason, I'm afraid that if I do work this semester, then I'll have missed out on my first (and only) easy semester of college. So I sit, lay, lounge, drool, sleep, dream, dance, etc until I'm blue in the face, and consequently, out of breath from the fast pace of life in general.

My relationship with the Lord needs a little revamping. My relationship with food needs a little revisiting. My relationship with homework needs to be permanently erased. 

Reebs's Short List of Things That May, But Probably Won't, Be Achieved:

1. Figure out what I truly like --> I feel like I spend most of my life copying others. I'm going to be honest with myself, starting....NOW. Confession: I hate Remember the Titans. Such a bandwagon movie. 

2. Earnestly love --> Jesus, friends, family. And be intentional in each.

3. Learn how to dougie.

4. Become crafty.

Gets Me Every Time

But for realz.

Pwetty

{source unknown}

"Oh, It always puts

A smile on my face and it's the 

first time I've been back here since

the last time that I came

And I think you're really pretty

and that's all I'm gonna say

Did you miss me?

Did you miss me, Mississippi?

Would you kiss me if I stayed?"

~The Benjy Davis Project

aka my new obsession

City of Lurve

The fam and I are taking a little trip up north to the Big Apple for spring break. I could not be more THRILLED. This will be my sixth trip to New York City since I was 12. I love that place. I want to live there after I graduate, hopefully long enough to establish a residency and have an adventure. I want to live in a brownstone like Meg Ryan in You've Got Mail, work for some fabulous publishing company and wear chic clothes like Carrie Bradshaw {just minus her lifestyle choices}.

Absolute favorite paiting at the Met. I never remember it's name,
but I fell in love with love when I first saw it.

My best friend from high school and I, last year during spring break. Three good girl friends and I went for our senior spring break trip while everyone partied their lives away at Playa. This is also another personal fave of mine.

At first, I was a tad apprehensive about traveling with the family because my 17-year-old brother wants to see Wall Street. Yet graciously my mother has given my 14-year-old sister and I permission to trot around by ourselves and discover treasures untold. I've already bought my red fedora and have been focusing primarily on what to wear each day instead of studying for midterms.

I love feeling small and apprehensive in the city. The lights, the noise, the people watching, the food, the jagged streets, the blisters on your feet, the clothes, the shops...I could go on and on. It's all just so perfect.

Can't wait to brave the subways by myself this year. With a dependent 14-year-old. Yikes. This was in 2009, when I went with my high school newspaper for an awards ceremony at Columbia.

There's nothing like a little vacay to rejuvenate the soul and prepare the heart for the end of second semester. I'll also be working at a summer camp for the entire summer, so a trip to the city will be a nice breather before I engage in actual physical activity. Definitely not looking forward to the sweat that is soon to be my constant companion for two months.

PS - did I mention that we are staying in a hotel in the Fashion District? Yeah. Commence your jealousy now. BAH! Can't wait to be artsy and have a legitimate reason to do so.

Reebs. 

Deuces.