Twinkle twinkle

I know I've been promising pictures/video of my apartment for, like, forever and a day...and they are coming I PROMISE. Just not tonight. Because it's midnight. And I'm tired and I still have homework to do. OOF.

But here's a sneak peak of my bedroom :)

twinkle twinkle


I wanted gelato!

So when I came home to surprise my mom, I was a mean daughter and videotaped the reaction for posterity. And for you guys :)

So here's the story. The amazing Erin picked me up at the airport (Twitter-turned-in real life friends rock!) picked me up at the airport. My parents were at a Dallas Stars game (my mom had randomly won tickets) and were in the last half of the last quarter when I landed.

I sneaky-texted my dad to get updated on where they were — I wanted to beat them home. Lucky for me, the Stars went into overtime (thanks, Stars!) and Erin got me home in plenty of time.

I ran into the house, was met with an EXPLOSIVELY happy pupster Max and a VERY freaked out uncle (who didn't know I was coming, and who was staying in my bedroom). I threw my luggage into my sister's room and planted myself on the living room couch with my computer to wait for my mom.

About 20 minutes later, my parents got home. My dad came straight into the living room to see me (quietly), but my mom? Oh, she talked to my uncle, she did some laundry, she went into the kitchen, and then into her bedroom....everything BUT go into the living room.

MOTHER. Way to make my surprise reveal difficult. Jeez.

So after waiting forever and a day in the living room, I decided to go into the kitchen, because you can see straight into the kitchen from her bedroom.

And I sat.

And waited.

And this is what happened. (P.S. Turn up your speakers. The audio is a bit quiet.)

(P.P.S. After my dad asks if my mom wants a cookie, she asks if we have any gelato instead. That part is hard to hear.)

(Obviously I have a career in filmmaking and film editing in my future.)

Surprise, mom!



It's just the four of us this Thanksgiving — my parents, sister, and me. Oh, and the dog* and the bird.

And right now there's music on, and amazing smells coming from the kitchen, and I'm curled up on the couch after a nap, and oh, you guys, it's just happy here.

There is so much to be thankful for. My family, friends, school, house, food in my belly, health, this blog (really), and finally feeling good again. I'm wishing each and every one of you happiness and peace, too.

Happy Thanksgiving!

*The dog who cost us Large Money last night at the emergency vet after he may have swallowed some vitamin D and Tylenol. Who is now fine. Oh Max.


Ohright. This thing.

So remember that time someone had a blog and then she disappeared off the face of the planet and didn't write on it for *does the math* 17 days?

OHRIGHT. That was me. Oops.

I'm alive, I promise. And right now, I'm sitting at home in Texas. And I'm distracted because my bird, Lula, is trying to eat the chair and LULA YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO EAT THE CHAIR. So there's that.

For the rest of the post...we're going to bullet-point. Forgive me.

• It's Thanksgiving break. I wasn't planning on coming home (in fact, I was going to go to New York to meet the awesome Jamie), but then I found a REALLY cheap ticket to fly home. So I did. And surprised my mom :) best surprise ever!

• I'm less than a month away from the end of the semester. You guys...this semester has been hell. I love my school, love my job, but dealing with both of those simultaneously with the eating disorder and depression has been one of the toughest things I've had to do.

• Oh yeah. Eating disorder. That kind of came back like a bitch this semester. It grabbed hold of me and controlled my every waking thought (which was a lot, since I was only sleeping 2-3 hours each night). And it plunged me into a horrible depression. Oh, you guys, I can't tell you how many days I couldn't get out of bed for the sadness. It was bad.

• Therapy! Therapy helps. It was hard at first, so freaking hard. I was going three times a week, and after each session, I'd leave and just cry and cry. I couldn't keep my head above the water. But slowly, I started feeling more triumphant after therapy sessions. I became reinvigorated to fight the eating disorder.

• Prozac. I never wanted to medicate myself. But when both of my therapists started pushing me to take a leave of absence from school, because I just couldn't function with the eating disorder and depression, I knew I had to do something. So I started about 5 weeks ago, and I'm just starting to see a difference, and I'm so, so grateful.

• It's not all bad! I PROMISE. This semester was/is unbelievably tough, but I have the worlds best friends who held me when I cried and pushed me to get the help I needed. I'm so, so lucky.

Erin sent me the most beautiful quilt that she made. It's gorgeous, and I love snuggling up under it in my cold apartment! I promise to post pictures of it as soon as I get back.

So there you have it. It's been rough, I'm not going to lie. But I'm finally starting to feel like myself again. And right now, as I'm sitting in my living room with my parents, drinking a glass of wine, with Lula the parakeet sitting on my computER WHAT LULA WHY DID YOU POOP ON MY COMPUTER GOOD GRIEF BIRD lkadjshfalskdjfhalsdkjfl.

Well. Harumph. I WAS happy. Now I have to clean up bird poop.

[But it's still all good.]

It's good to be back. I missed you all. XOXO.


Carry me away

Still here. Still surviving. Still buried under mountains of work. Still have a list of blogs to write on my desktop. They're coming. I promise. Someday.