Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Hairstyles

Although I lack stylish clothing. Or the ability to wear it, I love different hairstyles. Although I never do anything extremely out of the ordinary, it's a part of me.

Straight bangs

Sweep Side Bangs

Side Dutch Braid into Bun

Curly from a Bun

Braided Bangs

Both Sides Twisted into a French Twist Bun

Braid into Bun

Straightened (what I do the most often cause it's the most simple)

These are just a few of my favorite hairstyles.
It has to be simple for me to actually do it(:

Yearly Changing of Age

Yesterday was my mom's birthday. Sometimes her birthday gets "forgotten" by all of the excitement of school finishing up and my birthday arriving. This year I decided to change that. Drastically.
Balloons and a (handmade) banner:

Bouquet of her favorite flowers (roses and lilies):



And a cake:


It all worked out really well.
Although I wasn't there to harass my friend in NC, I definitely gave my mom a fantastic birthday!
Happy birthday, Mom!(:

Friday, May 20, 2011

"you're a true friend, you're here till the end"

"Who is your best friend?"
The WORST question for me to answer because it implies that I have only 1. I don't. I have 5 best friends. That doesn't mean that I don't love the rest of my friends, trust me I do, it's just I'm closest to these 5. I feel like I could tell them anything. Right now I just wanted to tell them (because they are pretty much the only people that look at this blog, haha) thank you so much for putting up with my and sticking by my side. I know I can complain like crazy, yet y'all put up with me.
Love and miss y'all.


(yes, the title lyrics are Miley Cyrus. It's my jam.)

Craziness!

Sometimes I have to pinch myself to realize how little of this trip remains.
The last time I slept in my own bed was 126 days ago.
Since then I have:
-visited London 5 times
-been to 3 cities in France
-gone to 2 musicals in London
-been to Vienna, Austria
-been to 2 cities in Italy
-visited the Cotswold villages twice
-spent a day with my brother
-spent a week with my best friend
and much more still remains such as my grandmother coming tomorrow, my sister coming in a week, my boyfriend coming in about two weeks, visiting our foreign exchange student from the fall in Germany, visiting my sister in Amsterdam, going to Israel and Greece with my family, and the most daunting thing repacking.
I say it's the most daunting thing, but it's also the most exciting thing. I have had the time of my life travelling all of this exotic and amazing places. I have seen and experience things before the age of 16 that most people don't experience their entire lives. But I really cannot wait to be back in North Carolina. From now on when I have to answer those annoying "favorite place in the world" questions I know what my answer will be: Meadow Run Drive, Chapel Hill, North Carolina.

In 2 and a half months I will be back in North Carolina.
I cannot wait to see my amazing friends and my puppy, Mandie and sleep in my own (comfortable) bed.
The countdown begins...

P.S. I am really sorry if any of this sounded like I was bragging. I really did not mean for that to occur.

"We're Gonna Party Like It's Your Birthday"

I like celebrating birthdays. Especially other people's birthday. I love the feeling that you (with others) successfully made someone's day fantastic. This may be why I feel an urge to make cupcakes for my friends' birthdays. Or buy a Dora the Explorer Birthday Princess set and force them to wear it around school. Something about seeing someone SO happy makes me happy. Yesterday was my best friend's birthday. But I couldn't make her cupcakes or annoy the crap out of her. No, I'm 4000 miles away in a foreign country in a different time zone. I wrote on her Facebook wall a bunch of times, made her birthday my Facebook status, emailed her, sent gifts, I tried to record a Happy Birthday video about 9 times failing each time, but still... Being apart made giving her an awesome Sweet 16 quite difficult. She managed it on her own, don't get me wrong -- I heard it was fantastic, but I still feel bad. I know this seems like the silliest thing to be sad about but for some reason it is for me. Sorry to complain on here, I'm sure you don't want to hear.
Anyway, I'm glad you had a great birthday Morgan!

This May Need a Warning Label.

Warning: You may freak out.
I lived in England for four months without drinking tea or eating a scone.
Every American has this perfect picture of every Brit sitting in their "garden" sipping tea from a pretty mug and eating a fruit scone during tea time. Sorry to shatter this perception, but it's really not true. Yes, Brits drink tea. A lot of it. If I had a penny for every time I have heard "a cuppa tea with cream and sugar, please." I would be rich. VERY RICH. But scones are not that popular. At least with my generation. That is how I lasted about four months in England without eating or drinking either. I didn't like the taste either so it wasn't hard. When one of my best friends, Kristin, visited in April she forced me to drink tea and try a scone. I discovered that tea with milk and sugar is not THAT awful. And if you coat the scone with enough clotted cream (thick butter) and jam, heck they aren't bad either. It definitely isn't life-changing, but it's not deadly. There is one place that makes scones that I actually enjoy. Probably because they taste like biscuits and I miss biscuits like crazy BUT that's not important. I can say with confidence that after trying both a Southern Season scone and a true English scone, that A Southern Season's are better.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Napoli, Italia

Naples, Italy does not have a very good reputation. At all. Like the only thing Rick Steves' book says about Naples is beware of pick-pocketers. But the only way to get from Sorrento (southern Italy) to Rome, Italy is through this unfortunate city. So that is how my parents and I ended up in the train station. We had spent out 10 minutes in the station going to Sorrento but today (I'm here as I type) we have spent a total of an hour waiting for our train. The train will take 2 hours to get to Rome but sadly although it was suppose to arrive 3 minutes ago, it is delayed. By 40 minutes. Joy. ):