It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas….


Christmas is a month away.

Weird to think how quickly this year has sped by. It feels like not that long ago I was celebrating last Christmas now here it is, once again. While usually I tend to get depressed around Christmas, the blues hitting me hard. This year, though, things are feeling different. The closer we get to Christmas the more excited I get.

This is the boy and my first Christmas together (we started dating in the beginning of January last year.) And more exciting with us living together it will be just us two on Christmas morning. I plan on getting the two of us onesies for Christmas morning and making a big breakfast. Usually I dread the holidays but this year I’m a giddy schoolgirl. I can’t wait to start decorating and baking and watching all my favorite Christmas episodes of my favorite shows. Not to mention some of my best friends will be coming back from the far reaches of the country.

I don’t know what has gotten into me. But I’m flush with Christmas sport and I like it!


Don’t wait too long to come home… my, how the years and our youth passed on. Don’t wait too long to come home… I will leave the front light on.

Hello 2013

(okay, so maybe I’m a little late on this post…. but oh well.)

It’s crazy to believe, but the whirlwind of a year that was 2012 is now over. And for me it certainly was full of ups and downs; of “i love you” and “goodbye”. It was the year I attempted to get my shit together, and fell all at the same time. But one thing I will love about 2012 was how I spent my Christmas holiday, and that was surrounded by the best of friends, old friends, and making new ones all at once.

Here’s the thing–I don’t do well with holidays, and I never have. But having my best friends back in town made everything absolutely perfect. In July, I had to say goodbye to the girls who have been by my side for as long as I can remember. The girls who supported me through everything that happened over the last three years. I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive without them, and it’s been rough. My birthday being the worst. But having them back over the holidays made me realize no matter the distance, home truly is where the heart is. And that even time and distance will never erase what we’ve been through, and what we mean to each other.

Memories are nothing without the people you make them with. And these will keep me sane until we’re together again, however soon that it.












The zombies were having fun… the party had just begun. The guests included Wolf Man, Dracula and his son.

I think from years past, you know that we love Halloween in my family. I never put up my pictures from last year, but my sister and her husband took over hosting duties, going all out. So this year, everyone had high expectations and we were not disappointed. While there was no “theme”, they turned their house into Arkham Asylum–after Poison Ivy and Mr. Freeze have broken out. While the pictures don’t really show how epic it was, trust me the house looked amazing. And there was a lot of Batman going on. I originally had planned on making a Star Sapphire costume which I abandoned when I realized I didn’t have the time or money to complete it properly. So what did I do? I went out, bought a little boys Batman costume set, and tada.

The pictures speak for themselves.


Little boys costume worked well for me.
Ah, Poison Ivy… we meet again.
Female Joker and Male Harley Quinn.
Masks off.
Batman is strong.
The winners of the costume contest: best couples, best over all, the hosts, most pathetic, and runner up best couple.
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It’s a great day for the shamrock… for the flags in full array. We’re feeling so inspirish… sure because for all the Irish… it’s a Great, Great, DAY!

Sadly, I could not locate my camera in time for yesterday’s shenanigans, so these shots are courtesy of my mother’s camera (and therefore a little tamer than last years party.) However, I did manage to pick up a disposable camera to capture the whole day//evening, and trust me I’ll be posting those eventually. Last night held what every party usually holds: silly drunken times, impromptu sing-a-longs, and the usual over dramatics. But never the less, a good time was had by all including my own parents who joined in on the celebrations (including my Dad who was… well… stumbling slightly by the end of the evening.)

Tonight I’m not the same girl (same girl).

2010: The girl in pictures.

A lot has happened this year, and there is no denying I could go on and on and on about everything that’s happened–a whole lot of ups and downs. But sometimes I think pictures tell the story better, and so… my year, and life, in photographs. And so here it is, the last 364 days in photographs. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: I really almost don’t recognize the girl I was a year ago. And that can only make me excited for the girl waiting for me to find her in 2011.

(I could tell the stories behind each one of these photographs, but it’s most fun letting them speak for themselves to be honest. Sometimes I can be such a camera whore. Haha.)




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The ghouls all came from their humble abodes… to catch a jolt from my electrodes.

I can’t lie: I wasn’t sure how this Halloween was going to go. I think the first time is always the worst because you’re never sure how it’s going to feel. But surprisingly, my first single girl Halloween since I was fifteen was better then I could have ever expected. Two parties, the best of friends, a bottle of wine to myself and my hilarious parents–that’s what makes Halloween worth it to me. And there is still one more party to go tonight. There is a reason this is my favorite holiday, and I think the pictures just make it that much more evident.

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When Irish hearts are happy… all the world seems bright and gay. And when Irish eyes are smiling… sure, they steal your heart away.

It’s kind of crazy the fact I’ve never legally celebrated St. Patrick’s Day. In High School, I certainly had a couple times, but since turning 19 I honestly can’t remember going out and celebrating. Last year, I did end up at a party, but I was exhausted and ended up falling asleep, without taking a single drink. However, this year made up for all of it. A green tutu (meant for a six year old), drinking beads, rainbow sunglasses, the green potion, and the feeling of summer in the air, all while surrounded by my favorites (and their family). It was beyond amazing and I have the pictures to prove it.

Her style is new but the face is the same as it was so long ago… but from her eyes, a different smile like that of one who knows.

How did I spend my first single Valentine’s Day since I was fifteen? By pampering myself. Okay, technically it was my Mom’s treat, but it was lovely none the less. I’m absolutely loving my brand new hair, and it just makes me feel sassier than I’ve felt in a long time. This whole discovering myself thing is hard, and it’s complicated, and it won’t happen overnight. But each day I like this girl even more. For the first time in a long time, I’m starting to feel whole again. And I like that feeling.

It’s not like you can hide in the background with pink hair.

Edited to add: a picture of me and my pink cupcake day date. It was a formal occasion at my house, and don’t we make a sexy couple. Who needs chocolate, and flowers, when you have a stuffed frog, tequila and horror films. Oh, and of course pink cupcakes. ♥

Trim the trees and wrap the presents… turn the Christmas music on. This Christmas I’ll be home with bells on.

Thursday, at Andrew’s apartment, we had early Christmas with Andrew, Andrew’s roommate Yuki and his girlfriend Alicia. We all wanted to exchange gifts with each other–okay, it might have been me and Alicia’s idea–but even still it was a way for us to have Christmas together, since we’d all be with our families on Christmas morning. So Thursday, after a busy day of doctors appointments (two!) and sushi (avacado roll is heaven) and last minute Christmas gifts, I packed up my presents for everyone and headed over to the apartment for Christmas dinner, Christmas movies, and Santa’s early visit.

The apartments cute little mini tree. I think some of the presents are bigger than the tree but it was perfect never-the-less.
Christmas Cheer.
Andrew in full chef mode.
Waiting on Christmas dinner.
While everyone else ate the turkey breasts Andrew cooked, I made my self three (Andrew got the extra) tofu stuffed portabello mushrooms with lactose free spicy gouda.

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