Hey guys! I hope everyone had a happy Mothers’ Day (love you, Mom–it was nice to be home). I just finished up my semester so now I’ll finally have some time to do other things I enjoy. Predominantly Netflix, but hey I think I’ve earned it. After that, it’s back to classes for the rest of the summer. They asked me what size lab coat I wear so it must be super legit haha. I can pretend to be sciency with all the pre-medies.
It’s my last full week of classes? What? When did this happen? Then I have whole month off before going back to school for an eight week program before I graduate? Ahhhhhh! The quarter-life crisis is hitting me hard. Time to hide under my bed and eat these pancake rings until I magically emerge one day with a job and all of my sh*t together. Continue reading
Hey guys. I’m alive. Hooray! Haha. In seriousness though, it’s been a crazy semester. I’ve officially been promoted to the ranks of second semester college senior! I know you’re probably thinking, hey wait a second, Rebecca weren’t you just a college junior like 2 weeks ago. If so then you would be correct! I’m graduating a year early. THANK YOU AP CREDITS. The registrar officially has me down as a graduating senior which means I can claim hardcore senioritis with complete legitimacy now. Let’s momentarily forget about the fact that I have a final exam and three more final papers as well as a summer program to complete before I can actually celebrate. Shh…I won’t tell my senioritis if you don’t haha. Continue reading
I hate spicy food. I am a total wimp. Seriously, when I was a kid I couldn’t even eat peppermints because I thought they were ‘spicy’. Now that I’m older, I know that ‘strong’ is probably a better adjective, but as a kid all I could think about was the way my mouth felt after that and I was not happy. Then sometimes I would try my dad’s food at restaurants and as soon as my eyes started watering and nose started running I was done. Sometimes when Josh and I go out to eat now he’ll dare me to take a bit of whatever he ordered and then taunt me until I finally give in and try it. Isn’t it the definition of insanity to do the same thing over and over again, expecting different results? I guess I must be a huge masochist then since I always end up giving in to him and tasting some of his mouth-scorching food. He thinks it’s hilarious. Me, not so much. Continue reading
I AM DONE BOSTON. I quit. I give up. I can’t handle any more of you and your stupid snow. When it takes me and my Wisconsonite fiancé (seriously they know how to handle their snow up there) an hour an a half and some borderline frostbite to dig my stupid car out of the snow that is where I draw the line. And then when I try to escape by driving home to NJ, you dump more snow on me while I’m driving. I’m BREAKING UP WITH YOU BOSTON. It’s not me. It’s definitely you. Plus you broke my windshield wiper. Jerk. Continue reading
Ok let’s be honest. These pancakes are essentially dessert. Sure you can lie to yourself (I totally will) and say that they’re breakfast, but we all know that they’re not fooling anyone. Anyway since I’m snowed in, I decided that I should make dessert pancakes for lunch and eat them without any regrets. In reference to my dessertfast (sounds better than breakssert) intake, I actually have a hilarious story to share. Continue reading
Who’s ready for Juno? Uh not me. You’d think that after three Boston winters and ten years of living on the east coast I’d be used to the winter and the snow, but it hasn’t happened yet. Josh makes fun of me since he’s from all the way up in Wisconsin so this stuff is nothing to him. Psh. Sometimes I think he just says things like that to annoy me. Anyway, so I’ve never understood why everyone goes to the market and stocks up on food like the apocalypse is coming. You know what I did? I filled my Brita pitcher and bought some granola bars. Come at me, Juno, I’m ready. Here’s to hoping my grandparents don’t read this post and have an aneurism. Seriously I remember when I was home alone during Sandy a few years back and my grandparents freaked and came over to buy me a zillion provisions. Given, Sandy was pretty awful, but I definitely didn’t need four cases of water. Continue reading