rolling in the evening breeze

alright, we went to seattle quite a while ago, but recently, cayla & I haven't been able to stop thinking about the magnificent city. maybe because it's been kind of rainy and chilly the past couple of days here, or maybe we're just lonely for city living. anyways, I was going through my pictures & found about a million that I love, I'm going to try to pick about 7 to post.

alright, that was 8 pictures, but I couldn't leave out that one of me & cayla pretending to be adam young in a brewery at the market. look up a picture, the resemblance is scary.

that's all I have. seattle, I so desperately wish to inhabit you.

cheers,

lauren

table for hummanah?

it's widely known that valentine's day isn't the most beloved holiday. girls with boyfriends fawn over the gifts they get, and girls without boyfriends fawn over ice cream & alcohol. this year, I decided to skip both routes & just spend it with my bff.

sydney & I decided we would go out to eat, and then come home and watch family guy like we do basically every monday night. we settled on caffe boa in tempe. on the way there we got stuck in traffic while syd regretted not making our reservations under "sydney bieber". we finally found a parking spot on mill avenue and walked over to the restaurant. the hostess seemed a little surprised that it was two girls coming to eat. enter awkward.

the hostess seats us at a table and says "so, are you two each others date?" sydney and I exchange "uhhh??" looks and I quickly tell her we're the single girls club and are going out in protest of valentine's day. seeming to accept this answer, she disappears. sydney and I begin to realize that this restaurant is full of hot waiters & that we are the only same-gender couple in the room. the waiters take our order and refill our waters, we smile but they refuse to make eye contact with us. everyone gives us shifty glances out of the corners of their eyes and rush past our table. sydney and I loudly talk about how sad it is that our "boyfriends" are in the marines and can't be with us. no one seems to buy it.

we also should have at least glanced at the menu before we booked a reservation. I was so excited to order the gnocchi until I realized it was sprinkled with escargot. I had a small episode at the table until sydney assured me I could most likely order it without the snails. when I asked the waiter about it, I slipped up on me and syd's "sophisticated women in their early 20s going out for a nice dinner in no regards to a holiday" plan and almost said snails instead of escargot, so I ended up saying "can I get the gnocchi without the snescargot?" I just want to know who was the first person the pick up a snail, toss it over a fire, and decided it should be a delicacy.

yummy.

while looking up pictures of that little exquisite snack, I realized there are a lot of DISGUSTING looking snails. 

anyways, we finished our dinner and realized we had like -10 minutes left on our parking meter. we rushed back over to the car and filled it up with 10384 more quarters so we could get some frozen yogurt. on the way to mojo, sydney refused to walk next to me because she said I wouldn't stop quoting spongebob. as usual, I got way too much frozen yogurt, I'm talking like 7 different flavors. we sat and watched a pink panther cartoon while a group of ethnic women argued about everything under the sun next to us. then we went home and watched family guy. the end!

one more valentine's day successfully survived!

cheers,

lauren

faaaaatt

I may be in danger of dying in the near future.

sunday was the superbowl, which meant I snacked all day but never actually sat down to a meal. monday I was busy with school, work, and sorority stuff, so it was basically a snack day too. no, I'm not condoning skipping meals, but it happens. so today, sydney came over for dinner, and we decided we wanted to go out to eat. being extremely ravenous, I decided we should go to chipotle. I barely made it through the longest line ever that moved at the pace of glacial ice (that's pretty slow if I remember correctly from my geography class). FINALLY I was able to get my grubby little hands (adam reference) on a steak burrito, and sydney and I dashed to the closest table.

I inhaled.

yes, that is all that was left. basically, I ate half my body weight in steaky, cheesy, avacadoy goodness. those are all words now. you'd think that I'd feel gross and over-stuffed, but my body was actually quite pleased because I hadn't eaten a substantial meal in a while. I felt like I could run a fricken marathon, which is something I'd never do. I felt good. but, nothing could have prepared me for what came next.

UGH. after engulfing a like-it cup of sweet cream with butterfingers ice cream, I did not feel good, I did not feel pleased, and I did NOT feel like I wanted to run a marathon. I kind of wanted to curl up into a little ball in a corner, or possibly the middle of a busy intersection. I was so full that I wouldn't have been surprised if someone stopped me on the street and asked me if I was with child. 

I don't even know what to say. I will not eat for a month. 

cheers,

lauren

icy

my last couple of posts have been failures, and now I suppose that I finally have something to talk about.

living in arizona, we don't really have "winter". it gets down to around 50-60 degrees, people pull out their parkas, and we suffer like thin-blooded wienies. then, around the middle of january, it's starts getting back into the 70s again, everyone stops hiding in their houses, some people start tanning again, etc. unfortunately, this year arizona has a few tricks up it's weather sleeve. last week, it was warm. I'd wear jackets to class in the morning, and by the time I was walking back to my car in the afternoon, the jacket would be in my bag and I'd be sweating in a tank top. so of course everyone in az was like "haha east coast suck it, we're nice and warm over here!" then karma hit. basically, this is what I saw when I opened my window this morning:

alright, so it hasn't actually snowed (yet), but it has been especially freezing. yesterday, it was 36 feels like 23 outside, which was colder than washington dc, boston, and new york. the wind was literally enough to freeze your soul, and also blew over a huge umbrella in my backyard. right now it's 38, feels like 34, but early this morning it was 19 feels like 1. ONE. this is phoenix, not minnesota (alright, that's a little dramatic). fortunately, it's not too windy today so it actually is kind of nice and brisk. 

you can imagine that us arizonans are not taking this too well. everyone has taken to taking "snow days" and cooping up in their houses/dorms with the heat on 115. there was probably 50 kids in my 200-people english class yesterday. as of right now, the asu website is down so there's no way for us to check if classes might be cancelled, so what's the point of braving the cold to go to a class that might not even be happening? 

alright, I have to go put on 300 layers so I can take pebble outside. she can't handle when it's gets below 85 degrees, so when I try to take her out now she kind of turns into a pebsicle. hopefully she'll do her business quickly so we can run back inside and wrap up in the million blankets that are on the couch.

cheers, 

lauren