old fire

Guys, I repeated it five times.

SO pathetic, okay?

Taken off F-D's blog

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*precariously waves around bag of chocolates while talking really fast*
*pause*
Me: Sir, is it okay if I pass these around? (thinking it'll serve as a great visual/sensual addition to my topic at hand, was NOT bribing them fyi)
TA: Of course, I was just about to ask you to do that myself, with you waving that around in that tantalizing manner...

Me: OKAY *rips bag* so! When you enjoy these tasty morsels *slowly blanking out, random blonde girl walks into classroom asking for something completely irrelevant*... be sure to... KEEP IN MIND CHILD TRAFFICKING!


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Hello everyone! :)

Ice queen of Narnia takes over the Gooch-Dillard labyrinth...

Every twig, bump and crevice lightly encrusted with a thin
layer of ice... how delicate...

"Always give them the old fire, even when you feel like a squashed cake of ice."

- Ethel Mermen

This was about three weeks ago, when Charlottesville seemed much colder than it is now. I don't know, my senses might be getting numb towards (the cold).

By the way, I discovered I ruined my favorite Pull&Bear hoodie by washing it under hot/cold. :'(


Anyway, remember my chocolate banana cake? I should never make it ever again. Too addictive. Like Honey Maid graham crackers, and cheerios without milk.

This past week has been so busy (or at least my mind was always on a constant work-overload panic mode even when it.. well... maybe wasn't exactly) but I guess that's what papers and essays always reduce me to. The actual writing takes about forty minutes. It's just all that pausing and over-thinking that drives me nuts.

Don't like. Must change.

But despite the business and the (initial) dreading, the week went by so pleasantly. :)

"And now these three remain: faith, hope, and love.

But the greatest of these is love."

1 Corinthians 13:13

Valentine's Day is coming up, (not that I'm particularly excited about it for any particularly special reason, nor am I saying: screw it!!! Boycott V-day, let's stay in and watch movies all night long!!!!), BUT the guys in Chi Alpha (or rather, XA, not... "ha? what is this chee-alpha?") organized a special dinner event for the girls at Eunoia (this "artsy" place) in which they cooked!! (i.e. a WHOLE lot of pasta lol, which was very delicious by the way :) )...

Yes, I totally took advantage of the steamed vegetables,
which took up like, 3/4 of the plate...
.... and Lauren stole my bread in the end, lol.

Joy's plate: They made pink heart-shaped pancakes for dessert!!
Imagine guys mixing up that pink batter...

It was nice, just getting to know more people in XA over a meal, and seeing everybody all dressed up. 

Chelsea: .............. OH. OMG GRACE. I COULDN'T RECOGNIZE YOU.

(another) Grace (who is Chinese with limited English vocab) : Wow Grace. You... actually have... 

Me: ..... Hmm?.... 

Other Grace: .... bones up here.... (THIS WAS AWKWARD)

Me: Uhhh??

Other Grace: .... like... I didn't know you're actually.. more skinny.... lots of bones up here....

Me: UHHHHH.......

Yes yes, nobody in UVa has ever seen me in something other than a hoodie and leggings/jeans (and no need to say that they're the SAME pair of jeans/leggings/hoodie everyday....)

Cardboard artwork decor on all the walls....

The boys were very cute. They took all our coats (and managed to sort out three huge 'coat mountains' - most of them black and long... you know how preppy these UVa kids are anyway), floated in and out of the dining area asking us every three minutes if we needed more water/lemonade (but somehow ignored Blake's need for water EVERY time lol)...

Me: Lauren. Think of how the bathroom will be absolutely CROWDED later.
Lauren: LOOLLLL

*Side thought: It's funny how the physical appearance of people changes over time, when you get to know them more. They appear to be 2-dimensional the first time you meet them, but as you get to know their personalities more, certain variants of shades and colors start developing on their features and they begin to look different. A special kind of depth is added, and you start to relate their character to those little unique physical traits they have. It's a strange kind of beauty, one that sparkles in unexpected ways when they... finally become 3-dimensional.

The cosy Eunoia lounge...
Awkward moment when they blasted "Don't Stop Believing"...

And on a final note.....

Whoa. Dillard girlllsssssss, I seeeee you! ;)