Procrastinating and Serenading

In a very un-Kacey like manner, I am procrastinating the crap out of studying for my Modern Britain quiz tomorrow. I usually never procrastinate, I am always making lists and get a sick pleasure out of crossing them off…maybe I have a case of the Mondays, maybe it’s just because I worked all day or maybe it is because I had a pretty great weekend and am already missing my boy.

Anyway, I am currently listening to Natalie Cole and imagining a better place than my un-tidy, un-productive cell of a room. Seriously, there are bars on my second story window. Welcome to North Philly. Dodge the homeless.

I always, always, always, sing to Natalie Cole. Whether it’s the fun "This Will Be", the beautiful "Unforgettable" or my personal favorite "Orange Colored Sky", I can’t help it! She is just absolutely fantastic, a true testament to her father.

Also, this Whitney and Natalie cover of Aretha’s "Say A Little Prayer" is INCREDIBLE!! That song always makes me think of My Best Friend’s Wedding, which is one of the funniest movies and sweetest romantic comedies of all time.

How about I pay someone $100 to take my quiz for me and I will go to my couch and have a movie marathon of Parent Trap, My Best Friend’s Wedding and Father of the Bride?

You have 11 hours to respond! ;)

xo

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

"May the road rise up to meet you.

May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand."

Galway, Ireland. One Year Ago <3

I'm not old, just older

Happy Hump Day everyone! I can’t believe it’s only two weeks until my 22^nd birthday…getting old. Birthdays are interesting. Little kids live for them, they spend their whole year thinking about them and the day is often so exciting that they end up crying over their ice cream cake. Then you turn 13 and think you are the shit because you are a teenager (though you still can’t really do your makeup and you wear WAY too much body spray.) Sixteen and seventeen bring a license and a sense of freedom and eighteen means you can put up an attitude when your parents still try to boss you around. Then it’s two years of stale birthdays…and then you turn 21.

I turned 21 in Ireland. A country with practically no drinking age and, on top of it, it was a Monday. I still finished a large amount of Jack Daniels, went dancing in Q Bar with my friends and wore a crown, but it definitely wasn't the same as wild 21 bashes that I have been to in the states.

Why do we have this obsession with getting absolutely smashed on our twenty first birthday? Most people have already had their first drink well before then and in many cases have also been served at bars. So why the out of control celebration?

Maybe it’s the fact that (besides being able to rent a car at 25), after 21 you can do anything you want. You have no more milestone birthdays to look forward to, no more countdowns to your special day. Turning 22 isn’t exactly something that I am super hyped about…all it means is that I am another year closer to 30. And 30....well that is OLD! ;)

xo

Weasley Is My King

So sorry for the long absence! It was midterms week followed by spring break week and this Jersey girl was busy soaking up the un-seasonably (though I am not complaining) warm weather! I haven’t gotten to do my blog post on Ron Weasley…his birthday was March 1^st but better late than never :) Here are my thoughts on the world’s favorite ginger…

 

Ron is one of the BEST characters in the HP series! I always felt like he was relatable—like all normal teenagers (and frankly most adults), he has mood swings and he struggles with jealousy of his best friend, feeling left out of his family, not being motivated to do homework and also struggling to put his romantic feelings into words. Of course, Ron also has to struggle with helping to defeat a dark wizard, being responsible for the damage of a stolen flying car and having a pet who is really a death eater. The fact he can handle all that without avada-ing himself…that’s pretty boss.

Have I mentioned that Ron has the best lines out of EVERYONE? They may not be wise like Dumbledore, but he is freakin hysterical. “Percy wouldn’t recognize a joke if it danced in front of him wearing Dobby’s tea cozy”---perfect!

Ron also put the expression “bloody hell” into my vocabulary. He definitely has the potty mouth out of the trio and is always using some interesting swear words. (“What in the name of Merlin’s soggy Y front”---no one swears quite like the British do.)

There are three posters of Ron in my room and I don’t plan on taking them down when I become a big girl with a mortgage and husband and car payment. Ron is a nice little reminder that, although life can get pretty rough sometimes, a little bit of wit and firewhiskey can make it all better.


xo