1.5 Years Later: I’m Still Single.

Around a year and a half ago I wrote a blog post titled “Why I’m Ready to Embrace Being Single” and as you can probably guess from the title of this post, in that span of time I still have yet to yield any romantic prospects. But hey, this isn’t a pity party. I’m still awesome, I still love myself, I don’t need a man blahblahblahhhh. But in reality we all know that being in a relationship is nice. I mean like on the most basic level: having someone out there that like enjoys your presence and wants to hangout with you on a regular basis is a good feeling. But I’ve come to the point in my life where I realize that relationships just may not be my thing, even if I wish they were. I’ve definitely come to terms with the fact that no one in my immediate life or surroundings (aka Gettysburg College) is gonna be the person for me, and that’s just how it is. College may be the place for some people to find their ~person~ but not everyone.

So here I am, still single and without many prospects. But instead of wallowing in the the images of how my life has been unfulfilled in the past 1.5 years without a boyfriend (because that’s just a complete waste of time), I’m gonna focus on all the awesome/weird/kickass things that have happened to me in that time:

  1. I traveled to Ireland, France, Portugal, and Spain.
  2. I lived in a foreign country for 4 months.
  3. I finished my Spanish minor.
  4. I got a paid internship at a major international company.
  5. I got to see the Atlantic Ocean from the opposite side.
  6. I celebrated my 21st birthday.
  7. I started drinking more water.
  8. I was awarded the Editor’s Choice Blog award for my blog through IES.
  9. I broke my foot.
  10. I drove to the shore by myself for the first time.
  11. I ordered my first drink at a bar.
  12. I got to see Ed Sheeran perform live.
  13. I’ve brushed up on my politics.
  14. I’ve grown relationships with people that used to be acquaintances.
  15. I wrote my first spoken word and got to see it performed.
  16. I expanded my lip stick collection.
  17. I had my first pint of Guinness.
  18. I flew on a plane by myself for the first time.
  19. I learned a bunch of new recipes.
  20. I watched all six seasons of Game of Thrones.
  21. I finished my junior year of college.
  22. I got a 3.6 GPA last semester.
  23. I worked up the courage to get the phone number of my hot Spanish waiter. (Bless his beautiful soul)
  24. I started volunteering more at my church and school.
  25. I planned a vacation to Norway that I probably won’t go on.

So yeah, being single isn’t so bad. See ya in the next year and a half!

From me for you,



You Suck at Cooking, Let Me Help You.

Many people probably don’t know that I am an avid cook, like to the point where I sit at my work desk and daydream about new recipes. Honestly it borders on an obsession. I’ve always been a lover of food. I come from a long line of good Italian cooks (including my mother and grandmother who have taught me everything I know). I even went to dress-up career day in elementary school as a chef (that’s when you know it’s real). Basically since I came out of the womb I’ve been a foodie.

Summertime is my favorite time when it comes to cooking because I’m actually home, which means I have a kitchen to cook in and a mom to buy me food to cook with. However I’ve realized that something that comes so naturally to me is not so natural for everyone. So today I decided to give my tips and tricks to being a basic chef:

1.Olive oil is everything

I don’t think there’s a single meal I cook that doesn’t involve olive oil. Any time you put a pan on the stove (unless it’s for like pancakes or something sweet) put olive oil in it. The key to building flavor to any veggie, meat, egg, whatever, is olive oil. Plus it keeps your food from sticking to the pan which is obviously important. It’s also nice because oil is great for getting that nice brown, crispy coloring on anything you’re cooking. Added bonus: cooking with olive oil is 10x healthier for you than cooking with butter (not an actual statistic but you get it). Part of the reason why everyone is skinnier over in Europe is because they cook with oil and not butter.


If you don’t season your food it’s gonna suck, but at the same time seasoning is a delicate balance between good flavor and disgusting flavor. My tip to all of you is to stick to the basics if you’re nervous. I rarely ever cook a meal that does involve these three spices: salt, pepper, and garlic. Those three things are the key to making anything taste good. But if you’re willing to take things a little bit further don’t be afraid to use paprika, crushed red pepper, minced onion, cayenne pepper, or basil. The more seasoning you add the more flavor you’ll get, just don’t mix too many conflicting flavors and don’t go overboard with your amounts. Sprinkling a little bit over whatever you’re cooking is good enough, but you should still taste your dish on and off to see if you need to add more. Always remember: you can add more seasoning but you can’t take any away. So start small and build.

3.Cooking time

The worst way to destroy a meal is to overcook the food. Meat will become dry and veggies will become soggy. It’s best to just judge for yourself what you think it’s finished cooking or not, but if you’re more comfortable with concrete numbers than make sure you stick to packaging instructions or look online for normal meat cooking times. I always say if it looks done it is done, don’t second guess yourself.

4.Deglazing the pan

Talk about flavor and you must talk about deglazing the pan. This sounds all fancy and stuff but really it’s quite simple. It basically means that after you’ve cooked your meat or veggie or whatever, take a little bit of water or broth and add it to the pan. This will cause all the dark parts that have gotten on the bottom of the pan to release their flavor and create a sort of sauce for your food. Your dishes will instantly become more flavorful and impressive looking if you add this step.

That’s all I’ve got for now, but I’m sure that this won’t be the last of my food related posts so feel free to stick around if they interest you.

(I would add a fifth step that says “Have fun!” but I think that’s even a little too cheesy for me).

From me for you,


I’m Not Ready for the Real World.

Maybe that’s not true. Maybe I am ready. But it sure as hell doesn’t feel like I am.

I turned 21 less than a month ago, which means I can now officially say I’m “in my twenties”. Sounds impressive doesn’t it? I’m such an ~adult~, I have so much ~potential~. YEAH, NO.

I mean yes I do have potential, and yes I am more of an adult than an eighteen year old is, but in reality being “in my twenties” doesn’t really feel like I expected it to when I was eighteen. I thought by now, as I enter my senior year of college (holy sh*t), that I would know who I was and what I wanted to do. Boy was I wrong.

Getting closer and closer to the big, bad “real world” has just made me more and more insecure about what it is I want to do with my life.

And yeah I know, all the “real adults” out there will tell me that it’s okay that I don’t know and that I have so much time to be whatever it is I want to be; but when you’re standing at the edge of a cliff, looking over, and hoping that the parachute you put on was the right one, you don’t really feel like you have the opportunity or time to get it wrong.

That’s how life feels at the moment, like a five hundred foot cliff that I have no choice but to jump over.

This summer I’m working my first ~real job~. Sure I’ve done unpaid internships and camp counselor jobs and other temporary things, but this summer is the first time I’ve stepped into the true corporate setting (yaknow like the one where you have to wear business casual clothing everyday and aren’t allowed to check Facebook when you’re bored….exactly). So as I face this corporate, billion dollar, forty-hour-a-week life, I’m forced to look at what I’m doing and what I want to do and decide if those things match. But honestly I’m not so sure that they do.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m enjoying my internship. It’s an amazing opportunity with a great company and I’ve already learned so many valuable things, but at the same time I can’t sit here and say that this is what I want to do for the next forty years of my life. And that’s okay, I know that. I know that I don’t have to work this job forever, but in today’s world there’s this intense pressure for people my age to know how their life is going to play out and to put those plans into action by taking the exact right steps, all the while hoping you make it out safely (and with a ton of money) on the other side.

But as I’ve worked this summer, and met awesome people and learned all these new things, I think I’ve begun to realize that all this pressure I put on myself for the ~real world~ is fueled by the myth of what success actually is.

My success for the next forty years of my life shouldn’t be determined by the decision I make as a 21 year old, and I sure as hell shouldn’t be afraid that it will be. But let’s be honest, knowing this still doesn’t make it any easier to not freak out as I get closer to my cap and gown. And this feeling is only exasperated when I look around and compare myself to all the other young adults around me. Sometimes it feels like everyone else knows exactly where they’re going while I’m just wandering around the intersection trying to read the signs.

But in reality, I think I’m a lot more normal than I sometimes fool myself into believing. The future is scary for everyone, not just me, and I’ll never truly feel ready for that big jump off that cliff. So maybe it’s better to just let myself fall and see where I land. Because taking the risk of failing in order to find a career doing something I love seems a lot more appealing that being stuck doing something for the next forty years that I never wanted to do in the first place.

So no, I’m not ready for the real world, but honestly….who is.

From me for you,


Coming Home From Abroad Made Me Fat

People talk about America being the most overweight country in the world and we all know it’s true, but you’ll never really understand the difference until you’ve experienced both sides.

In the months before I went abroad I lost about seven pounds in preparation to gain weight while I was gone. I thought of course I’m going to eat whatever I want, whenever I want and that’s gonna make me blow up like a balloon. I mean going to a school where study abroad is such a huge aspect of the campus culture you hear all the time people saying things like “Oh wow that girl gained a lot of weight while abroad”, “Going abroad makes you fat”, “All you’re going to eat is bread” and so on.

Fast forward a few months and though I never held myself back from eating (except for maybe cutting to two pieces of bread a day instead of three…) and never spent time exercising (except for my twenty minute walk to and from class) I came off the plane into the arms of my family and best friend and they all stared at me and told me how skinny I looked. I think they even used the word “sickly”. I was very surprised and furiously denied that I had lost any weight, I actually was convinced in my head that I had GAINED while abroad.

When I got home I weighed myself and though I was not the lightest I had ever been in my life I was on the lower end of my weight spectrum. So once again we fast forward through my time at home and all I can realize is how nauseous and uncomfortable I feel after every meal. It was like I could feel my body puffing up slowly but surely. After the holidays were over I weighed myself again and low and behold I was five pounds heavier……in just two weeks. *Cue mental freak out here*. Now granted, it was Christmas and all and I hadn’t been home in months so I probably was indulging more than I should in the luxuries of food, but in no way did I think that it was five pounds worth.

Fast forward another week and a half or so and now I’m up to eight pounds heavier than when I touched down in the US. I spent less than a month at home and had already gained almost ten pounds. Which honestly might not really sound like that much, but when you’re not an intensely overweight person, 10 pounds can really change the way your body looks.

I began to question why this was happening. Why was I feeling so stuffed and bloated all the time? Why was the scale rising higher and higher when I hadn’t changed the way I’d been eating?

And then I came to a realization. Food in the US is packed with chemicals and additives and all that other scary stuff they tell you about that isn’t allowed to be in foods in Europe. Now don’t take my word as fact, I’m not a scientist or a nutritionist, and I haven’t done a ton of research on this topic but on a basic level I know that this is true. There’s a reason why tomatoes are redder, eggs are more orange, potatoes are more yellow, and so on in Europe.

I’m not gonna blame my weight gain and discomfort solely on the chemicals that are in and on foods, but it must play a role. The lifestyle of we eat, how much we eat, and what we eat is definitely more drastic than I may have realized before I left. I’m starting to think that maybe I didn’t walk off the airplane looking “sickly” but maybe I just looked normal, and Americans are just too used to everyone looked stuffed up, puffy, and bloated that they don’t even recognize what healthy looks like.

So now since my discovery of my rapid weight gain it’s become crunch time to get myself back into shape before I get back to school. And I’m super pleased to say that since trying to eat better foods in better quantities my weight has gone down (the puffiness is still there but yaknow…my additive and scary stuff theory). I guess there isn’t much I can really do about it except try to avoid processed foods.

So that’s it America. In my accidental food experiment I have come up with the conclusion that we suck when it comes to food.

OR maybe I just need to stop making so many batches of brownies…..

From me for you,



Going Back to School Freaks Me the Hell Out

Less than a week til I head back to Gettysburg for the second half of my junior year (that feels incredibly weird and scary to say). You’d think that by now I’d have a handle on the whole school thing, and obviously I do, but this time feels so different. Having spent an entire semester in another country, away from my campus and the routine and relationships that I’ve made there, makes going back to school feel like the weirdest thing ever.

The best way I can describe it is as if you graduated high school and spent a semester away at college and then returned back to high school the next semester (though this is a much more drastic change I’m sure). But can you imagine how that would feel? I created a whole, new “normal” while I was in Spain, and as much as I yearned to go back to the comfort of my school the entire time I was gone, I still had a separation from it for long enough to make it feel somewhat foreign to me. So now the idea of going back to that other life feels intensely weird to me, and to be honest scares the crap out of me.

Don’t get me wrong I beyond excited to go back, but at the same time I have this strange level of anxiety about returning. Will my classes seem harder? Will the atmosphere seem different? Will my friends be the same? Will I enjoy it the same way I used to? Will buff chicken Tuesday still be as delicious?!?! These are the questions that are floating around in my head.

I guess all I can say is I feel weird, excited but weird. Not to mention that I also am very behind on packing and kind of think I’ve now completely forgotten how to live in a dorm, so that’s just one more thing to add to the to do list.

All in all I know I’ll probably love being back and can’t wait to thrive again in my tiny little Gettysburg pond.

Hope everyone is prepared for my return, it should be an eventful one….. *insert tongue emoji here*

From me for you,



I’m Baaaacckkkkk!

Helllooooo everyone!

I’d like to start this off a la Emma Roberts:


Well you were wronggggg! I’m back and feeling better than ever.

It’s been way too long since I’ve posted on this blog. But in my defense it’s not like I was just not writing, I was just posting on another site. As many of you probably know, I spent the Fall semester abroad in Spain and I blogged my entire experience on the website of the program I had traveled with. (If anyone cares to read any of these posts you can do so here) (I also vlogged the whole semester which you can watch here).

But obviously since I am now back in the US (and back to my normal life) I can go back to blogging here on my personal page, which means no more rules. I can go back to saying whatever I want, whenever I want, which is the most relieving feeling ever.

Honestly I’m pretty excited to get back to blogging about my everyday life. I feel like I have sooooo many things to get off my chest. Now I just need to get around to making the time to actually say the things I need to say (which tends to my biggest flaw as a blogger I’ll admit). But I will try my best to be a better blogger this year.

I just honestly feel really excited for the future; for my blog, for getting back to school, for relationships, for friendships, for jobs, for literally everything. I’m optimistic for the new year and couldn’t be more ready for what’s ahead.

This break was a really great detox for me, I was able to spend a lot of time with my family and friends (and my bed) and it’s left me feeling really refreshed and eager to make some changes. (I also did a whole lot of shopping the past few months and although that has made my bank account very sad it has made me all the more happy).

Hopefully the coming semester will keep the positivity going!


From me for you,




Nashville Vacation Part 1: A day in Roanoke

Honestly I don’t really know what I’m vacationing from considering I don’t start work until I get back home, but nonetheless vacation has arrived! This year we chose to go back to Nashville, TN (we came here before about four years ago). We left Thursday evening so that we could stay the night in Roanoke, VA since it’s about halfway to Nashville. We didn’t get to our hotel until after midnight. In the morning we decided not to get on the road right away and ventured out farther into the beauty that is downtown Roanoke.

It was so pretty, I’m actually kind of annoyed that I didn’t know how nice Roanoke was until now. The city was a good mix of urban and historic. Overall it gave off a really nice vibe. There were really cute stores, street venders (one from which we bought cinnamon pecans….yum), museums, and restaurants along the way.

We decided to go into this little boutique called La De Da. First of all let me say that this place had some of the nicest decor I’d ever seen. The whole store had this natural, hippy vibe that I really liked. It also felt really homegrown, like the owner just decorated the place herself with whatever she could find. I couldn’t resist taking a few photos.

The clothes were very unique so I really wanted to get something, especially since I knew I wouldn’t be able to find it anywhere else. Plus, everything was very knit and slouchy and looked like you would just want to wear it to relax in every day. However, since it is a small boutique the prices were kind of out of my range. In the desire to support small businesses I decided to grab a pair of soft, gray, flowy shorts and my mom bought a necklace. This store has a website if you’d like to check it out.

We asked one of the ladies who was working in the store (who was super friendly by the way) if she knew of a good place nearby to get coffee. She sent us to Mill Mountain Coffee & Tea. It has the same urban, industrial vibe that the city had. I ended up getting a passion fruit, blackberry, vanilla iced tea (FYI it was delicious, not overly sweet at all).

The whole city was really cool and I’d love to go back there and properly look in every store. I feel like Roanoke is the exact kind of city I’d want to live in because it didn’t feel too big and overwhelming but also had the creativity and modernity that a city has. We got on the road shortly after our coffee trip and six hours later made it safely to Nashville.

I’ll keep you all updated in the next few days about my trip and all the adventures I go on (especially if I see and country music stars….). I’ve also been posting a ton of pictures on VSCO so if anyone wants to follow me there to see what I’m up to you can do so here.

From me for you,


Friday Fun: Lunch Dates & Primark

I actually left my house today. I know it’s a shock, but it did indeed happen. Delia and I made lunch plans because we hadn’t seen each other since moving back home for the summer. By the way, saying I had “lunch plans” kind of makes me feel super adult. We went to Corner Bakery Cafe in KOP, needless to say it was delicious. I got a sandwich that had turkey, bacon, tomatoes, cheddar cheese….basically anything I could ever want on a sandwich (including a pickle on the side, bless) and a hibiscus lemonade that was equally as great. (I’m told they also have great cookies, but since I just made an entire batch of brownies from scratch yesterday I decided against it….sadly).

My sister met up with us because her job is nearby. Honestly it was just really nice to catch up and eat good food. We probably could’ve stayed there a lot longer if Delia and my sister didn’t have to be actual adults and go back to work (lame).

Since I was just steps away from the mall I couldn’t resist the urge to shop (especially since I’m going through one of those dramatic I-have-no-clothes-and-hate-everything-in-my-closet stages of life). I’ve been trying so hard not to spend money on frivolous things because I really need to save for my semester abroad but Primark was literally across the street and I had heard a lot of good things about it. For those of you who don’t know Primark is a clothing store that’s really popular over in the UK (think of it as like the British version of Target). It’s super cheap but still decent quality so I figured my penny-pinching self could afford it.

I’m currently in the market for new bathing suits because 1. It’s summer 2. I’m going on vacation in a week and 3. I never shop for bathing suits because it’s the worst thing ever. However, recently I’ve realized that most of my bathing suit tops date back at least 3 years so I was interested in some new options. I tried on a few but decided to go with this one:

I’m probably just going to pair it with plain black bottoms because lord knows I can’t afford matching separates (I mean who really cares anyways). This top was only $10 and was actually the most expensive one I tried on! That must go to show you that Primark literally is the cheapest most wonderful place to ever be gifted to the world.

I then saw a rack with about a billion pairs of patterned flowy shorts. I am always looking for these because I think they’re a great balance of comfy and cute. I had the hardest time deciding what pair to go with but went for really neutral colors because I didn’t know exactly what shirts I owned to wear with them but figure it be easy to find something. These shorts were only $8! *insert excited dance*


As I was heading to check out I got distracted by the makeup section (whoops). Recently I’ve been much more interested in expanding my makeup realm. I started watching YouTube videos by Tati aka GlamLifeGuru (check her out here: https://www.youtube.com/user/GlamLifeGuru) and was inspired to try and properly do my makeup. I’m still learning but I think I’ve made progress. Anyways,  I was looking for a kind of powder that I could use to “bake” my face (yes I know that sounds strange) but they didn’t seem to have what I was looking for. Instead I got this:

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It’s a highlighter stick as you can probably tell from the picture. I already have a highlighter that I like using but this whole stick idea kind of intrigued me. It was only $2.50 so I figured if it ended up being poor quality I wouldn’t lose too much of an investment. I also tried on a few dresses but didn’t love them enough to buy them.

(Side story: on the way out of the store I apparently stepped in tar…..only to realize it once I got into my car and got it all over my floor and my seat. My shoe is now currently sitting in the freezer because my mom thinks she’ll be able to get the tar off of it once it hardens. For some reason I think that it’s unlikely.)

So now I’m home and spent some time sitting in my backyard enjoying the nice weather and writing this blog post. I’ll probably go back in Primark one more time before my vacation to see if I can find any more cute things (I didn’t even make it into the shoe and bag section yet….).

I’ll keep you updated.

From me for you,


An Inside Look at Sorority Recruitment

I am a member of a sorority so it’s obvious to assume that I’ve been through the formal recruitment process as a PNM. Since becoming a member of an organization I’ve realized that I now know a lot more about the process than I ever did as a PNM. So that’s why I’m here today, to give you all an inside look into recruitment from a sorority member.

The cliches that people say about formal recruitment are endless. People always say to be yourself, don’t try too hard, you’ll end up where you’re supposed to be, and as cheesy as it sometimes sounds all of that advice is true. But at the same time I’ve realized since being on the other side of recruitment that there’s a lot of factors that you really don’t think about or realize as a PNM.

First things first, we’re all just as nervous as you are. A sorority woman told me this once when I was rushing and I didn’t believe her at all, but now being on the other side of it I fully understand. As much as each organization looks at every girl, each member still has her favorites. We’ve formed bonds with you, we’ve learned to like you, and we appreciate what you could bring to our organization, so the fear of you not wanting to be a new member of our organization, or another sorority wanting you equally as much is absolutely terrifying (honestly for me it’s almost as terrifying as going through formal recruitment as a PNM was).

We’re picking the girls who are going to represent our organization on campus for the next year, and who will then go on to select our future members. That’s a big burden for us to carry. Some organizations are working on maintaining their reputation (whatever that may be), some are working on improving their reputation, and some are working on establishing a reputation (being a member of the newest sorority on campus puts me and my sisters in this section). The members we choose this Fall will define how the entire campus and Greek community views us for a long time. Talk about a lot of pressure.

So now you can understand why we spend hours planning and setting up events for you, why we try to put our best foot forward when talking to you, why we have endless recruitment workshops, and why we talk about each one of you in depth before selecting who we would like to join our organization. We’re worried about impressing you just as much as you’re worried about impressing us, even if you don’t believe that’s true.

Not only are we fighting for your attention but we’re also fighting the other sororities around us. “Fighting” might not be the best term, we’re all one big Panhellenic community and truly we want you to join Greek life no matter what organization you end up in. But at the same time I fully believe that losing your favorite girl to another organization is almost equally as upsetting as being dropped by your favorite sorority during recruitment.

At the same time we all feel this huge responsibility to make your sorority dreams come true. Okay so maybe it’s just me, but being a PNM who almost got into the sorority she imagined only to have that ripped away was one of the hardest things I’ve ever dealt with. And maybe that sounds silly and dramatic but it’s true. You spend all this time focusing on one thing and creating it into being everything you want only to have it all fall apart in the last second. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone, which is why I feel this need to not let it happen to other people. I honestly wish that we could extend bids to everyone because I don’t want my organization to be the reason that you don’t get to join a sorority, because joining a sisterhood truly is an awesome thing.

However at the same time we can only show so much interest in you for fear of bid promising. That’s a HUGE no-no when it comes to formal recruitment and it’s something I definitely don’t endorse. We have to make you want us, we have to make you feel confident in us, but we can’t promise you anything. That really puts us in a hard spot because we can like you and want you but we can’t guarantee anything. It’s this difficult seesaw game for all sorority members.

That brings me to another point: cutting your list of girls to fit the amount of bids you’re allowed to give is seriously painful. Okay, so technically I haven’t been through the whole process of actually selecting girls yet, but I have spent the past few months talking to my sisters about PNMs, making lists for myself to organize my thoughts (….I find lists to be the most therapeutic thing ever) and freaking out. So I have dealt with the issue of knowing generally how many spots we’re going to have and knowing that all the girls that I like won’t be able to fit just because we only have so many spots. It’s frustrating to let go of girls who you think would fit in your organization just because someone else might fit a little bit better or might have more people rooting for her. It’s definitely not something that I, or any member of my sorority, takes lightly.

Another point I’d like to make is that every sorority chooses it’s new members differently. So I can’t honestly tell you what you’re up against. But I do know how my organization selects girls and all I can say is that it’s all about being a good fit all around. There’s a lot of different things we look at but at the end of the day my best advice for any PNM reading this is to really show interest in all of the organizations. Attend the events, follow the Instagram pages (like the photos?), reach out to members, act genuinely excited and happy to be around the members. We love to see your interest because it lets us know that you like us (or at least that you could like us). Any organization, no matter who they are, isn’t going to waist their time on girls who don’t seem like they really want them. Even if we are really interested in you. If we think you don’t want us you’ll be lost behind other girls who seem like they do care.

I’m sure anyone going through recruitment knows that making ANY organization uninterested in you (even if it is one you don’t think you want) is a terrible idea. You’re going to need sororities to keep you around in order to get to the organization you think you want, and even more so you are going to need sororities to keep you around in case the sorority you think you want decides they don’t want you. Putting all your eggs in one basket is the worst mistake you can make.

I could probably go on a lot longer about recruitment; what to expect, how to act, what to wear, etc. and maybe I will write blogs about all those things. But in an effort to not make this post too long or wordy I’m going to end this here.

Keep your mind open and enjoy your summer without freaking out too much. It really does all work out in the end.

From me for you,


For more posts from me about sorority life and recruitment click these links below!:

Why AOII Wednesday

The Ups and Downs of Recruitment: Hello AOII!

My Epic 20th Birthday Adventure

Okay, so maybe “epic” is the wrong word, but all in all it was a pretty kick-ass day. I went back and forth for awhile deciding whether or not I should write a post on my actual birthday. Is it weird to wish yourself a happy birthday? I couldn’t decide, so I decided to just wait til the day after my birthday cause that would make everything okay. Right?

Anyways if you know me you’ll know that I love my birthday. I start saying that it’s “almost my birthday” approximately around the beginning of April (if not earlier….). I think I’ve always just love getting older and, admittedly, I’ve always loved the fact that my birthday is an entire day dedicated to me (as conceited as that sounds). This year I wanted to have a really fun day with my family and friends. I went through a ton of ideas of what to do: skyzone, day trip to Philly, beach day, but ultimately decided to go with some paddle-boating on French Creek.

So that’s how the day was supposed to start but unfortunately my friends and I are kind of directionally and socially challenged…..so of course we couldn’t find the place where we were supposed to rent the paddle boats. After a long time of driving around we decided to just go to St. Pete’s instead.

Not pictured: Payton. She has a twisted ankle so walking on the rocks was hard enough without entering the water/slippy rock territory. But it should be noted that she was indeed there and was a great photographer in her crippled state.

It was the perfect start to my birthday to be out and about on such a nice day (even if we did more picture taking than swimming). I managed to not fall at all on all the rocks which is another miracle, the last thing I needed on my birthday is another broken foot. After adventuring outdoors for awhile we went to get some lunch and then to get me a birthday cupcake (you’ll notice that I spent a large percentage of my day eating way too much food, but hey, it was my birthday, it’s allowed). After much deliberation I decided on a cookies and cream cupcake, a classic if you ask me.

Needless to say, it was delicious. I barely made it through my front door before eating it. The birthday adventure continued for dinner at The Grand Lux Cafe where I continued to stock myself full of delicious food. Cue photo montage here:

Not pictured: the calamari and buffalo chicken bites my family also ate…..whoops. My brownie sundae, as amazing as it was, was really only half eaten due to the sheer fact that I couldn’t fit anything else into my body. Shoutout to my waitress for tossing on some birthday sprinkles and a candle, and for giving me a big ass spoon to eat it with.

Finally, it was present time! My parents gave me an AOII Alex & Ani bracelet and some extra money for my semester in Spain and my sister got me this American Apparel bodysuit in black (I already have this exact one in white but I honestly want to have it in every color because it’s my favorite piece of clothing ever).

Overall I had a great birthday and can’t wait to see what my 20th year has in store for me. Personally, I have a good feeling about it. I’m not a teenager anymore, how weird is that….I feel old.

Thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday, I’m super grateful for you all!

From me for you,