Catching Up

‘Sup guys, So at the very bottom of my last post I resolved, in the spirit of New Year’s, to write more posts like Tina Fey’s Bossypants (because she and I both have glasses and brown hair, she’s straight up awesome, and honestly the only lady comedian-book I’ve read). The real reason is because Bossypants is all about her real life and once upon a time this blog was about my life that real people enjoyed but then it turned into, a self-help blog or something lame like that. So let’s talk about anything but self-help………….

……………..I started my fourth semester of being a ramlet! Now the fun things are going. I’m finally in my major and doing fun things, like taking cool history classes not “Here’s everything that happened in America since 1865 quick learn it in 14 weeks or fail”. I’ve got one professor who mentioned Ellwood Thompson three times in one class and spent ten minutes talking about my favorite painting. I’m getting ready to turn in some adoption papers, which is totally fine, my mom has been trying to sell me for a few years now anyway.

Edouard Manet’s Olympia, 1863. Take this French prostitute in. Love her. Aspire to be her. Just don’t try to call her up, since she’s not really a prostitute, just Manet’s friend modeling as one.

The Big Lebowski is teaching another one of my classes. I mean it’s totally fine, I walked into class on the first day expecting to learn about post-Civil War Richmond and now I sit and wonder if the professor prefers to go by “The Dude”, goes bowling and pays for his milk in checks and, if I give him a rug to tie his room together, if I will get an ‘A’ in return? (Here’s a little clip of some “Best of” the Big Lebowski so you can have a little taste of what class is like. Don’t worry about not getting the plot, I’ve seen the movie and don’t fully understand it either)

Alright, alright, what else has been going on in my life? I won $2 from the 70’s scratch off ticket but then lost all my winnings when they PowerBall ticket I bought with the said $2 failed me. I have a new favorite venue, after Hannah and I took an adventure to see Sleepwalkers. The Broadberry is awesome and cheap ($7 show? Hell yeah!) for anyone interested in awesome and cheap shows. Also, Sleepwalkers are pretty groovy, I ended buying this local band’s album, which definitely deserved its placement on the best of Richmond’s local music scene 2014 list by They have a groovy, 60’s British psychedelia-Yellow Submarine Beatle’s feel to them. Which, is inarguably one of the best feelings the history of music has to offer.

Ignore the fact that it’s called “Cocaine”. It’s still got a good sound.

Every ladies’ night with Hannah and Alison is always the best (insert awes here), but our latest was probably one of the best yet. Seriously, our night started off with Shyndigz, the late night dessertie on Cary, then twenty minutes of menu indecision over the classic “Cake or pie for dinner?” debate (The answer is you actually can’t go wrong because everything at Shyndigz is made of sugar, rainbows, happiness and fairy wings so order whatever sounds best to you. Or take a tip from us and get the key lime pie, peanut butter pie, or salted caramel chocolate cake. It’s your call).

Real women do too!

We then went to go see Gone Girl at the Byrd, which was already promising because hello two hours of Ben Affleck, but the plot!: his wife disappears and Ben Affleck’s character is a suspect and then Neil Patrick Harris appears and he’s crazy and it gets thicker as the movie goes on. Guys (girls?) it’s a $2 movie ticket to see Ben Affleck for two hours AND it’s an insanely amazing movie, why are you still reading this and not at the Byrd now?

Look there he is! Behind the lady with the crazy eyes! (PSsst, Hannah, the poster is in French!)

I got new glasses after seven years with my previous pair (It just wasn’t working anymore. We were going in different directions.)

My old music obsession has been going pretty strong since my brother and I have been playing records on our uncle’s old record player (Thanks again Tim!) lately. James will play you Jefferson Starship or Bob Dylan, while the sounds of Joni Mitchell and Little Feat fill the house when I’m messing around. Aw, this has been so much fun catching up with again! I can’t wait to share more of my adventures with you! We should really do this more often! What, did you say something about chocolate cupcakes and the Big Lebowski this weekend? It’s like you’re reading my mind, why of course I would love to!

That may or may not be a poster of Olympia on the right....

That may or may not be a poster of Olympia on the right….but hey look I got new glasses! #astigmastimisforwinners

Also, I’d like to extend a personal happy birthday to the pearl herself, member of the 27 club, Woodstock icon and hippie idol to all, Janis Joplin. You’re role model (minus the heroin and alcohol abuse and overdose part) for following your heart and not giving a crap about what anyone thinks. I’ll try to keep some of the quirky you in me.



Confessions of a College Millennial

Since I was in elementary school, I knew that my future career would be somewhere in the arts and humanities. Falling in love with arts, literature, history, and other social sciences, my path was set to turn my passions into a job. As I grew older, I discovered that society was pushing me and my peers into STEM-H. As the millennial generation goes to college, most seem to follow this push, but there’s still a few of us who refuse to do so.

  1. I’m terrified of not getting a job after college. The way the job industry seems to be set up these days, I need a college degree to get a semi-decent job, and a master’s if I want my future family to live comfortably. People aren’t exactly knocking down doors to hire my major, and seeing that most history students want to teach, the dense competition scares me into thoughts of selling insurance or working at a grocery store. 
  2.  If I’m going to spend four years and a lot of money studying something, you better believe it’s going to be something I love. I spent years of my life drowning in geometry classes and meeting my doom in chemistry labs, but when it got to history and English, I pranced down the hall excited to talk about World War I and Modernism. VCU’s tuition bill is addressed to me, so I plan on getting every penny’s worth out of those checks I send. 
  3. It’s like your undergraduate degree hardly matters, people remind you than you can change your major or go into a completely different work field. Yet there still are those people who want to make fun of you for your arts or humanities major-oh you’ll never get a job studying sociology–sculpture major? more like starving artists. What ever happened to the Renaissance, when people sat around and thought the world of history, literature, foreign languages, and arts? Wasn’t the hipster movement supposed to make it socially acceptable to study international films and anthropology, or is that idea just to mainstream now and we’ve moved on to degrees in forensic science and petroleum engineering? 
  4. And speaking of foreign languages, the world we’re living in is getting increasingly more globalized. Shouldn’t we be putting a larger emphasis on international studies and foreign languages? Or is society getting so lazy that we’d rather use Google translate, which would help a few times, versus learning a new language, which would teach a new culture, light up a different part of the brain, and develop critical thinking and reasoning skills. The world is filled with hundreds of other countries and thousands of languages, there’s no getting around that.
  5. I want to major in something that I’m deeply passionate about. That thing, though, is a humanity, a success of humans, which society puts low on their totem pole. ECPI tells me to go into the medical fields, but with my fear of needles, that’s not going to happen. Engineers, scientists, and business men and women are praised, but I’m not looking into something I don’t feel passionate about. When was the phrase “follow your heart” replaced with “follow the big paychecks?”

    Thanks, society. My high knowledge of Tudor England and I are going to go cry in the corner. 

  6. There’s an inherent sense of competition and stress to being a college student. Always have to do well. Make Dean’s List, get into the good honor fratrority. Get the perfect internship, rock the seminar class. Stand out to future employers. Drink endless cups of coffee and don’t sleep for three days to get everything done. Oh, but don’t worry,  Bill Gates dropped out of college so don’t take college too seriously. By the way, you’re probably going to want to go to grad school if you wanna go anywhere in life, there is only one Bill Gates out there and that’s not you. No wonder college kids drink so much. 

All Inclusive Richmond

Jim Gaffigan, you know me so well, but I kinda like blogging.

I’m going through a more stressful semester over here, but I’m part superhuman so I just keep powering through my days/homework, with another cup of coffee or two (or three). What’s really kicking my butt this semester is my UNIV 200 class, a research and writing university class. Each student writes a 8-10 page paper on a topic of their choice, so I was like hm cupcakes aren’t going to be a good topic let’s go with the historic Fan District of Richmond.

After picking my topic, I hopped up and crossed Floyd Avenue to get to my beloved history department to talk to the department head. A good family friend of ours, John excitedly sat down with me and discussed my topic with me, pulled a couple of books out of his extensive collection, then asked me Continue reading

Second Start

Ciao, second semester! Come stai? Stai bene? Buono! (I really hope Sean isn’t reading this and making fun of my Italian ><) Alright amici, since I haven’t posted in about a week and you couldn’t stalk my life via blog, I think I owe you a pretty good post. Wanna hear about my first week of class? Leggo!

Monday morning began when Alison and I decided to swap our lunch dates for breakfasts, but there was traffic on the stupid highway and I was twenty minutes late. Lucky me, my best friend was super chill about it and we still got to talk and stuff our faces before class. Now, Mondays/Wednesdays/Fridays are made to kill me with classes jam-packed at lunch time, but I think I’m going to survive. I walked into my astronomy class, Continue reading

Ending Your First Semester

I think I ended my first semester on the right foot: I met my husband last week.

So I was in Starbucks before Italian one morning (like always) and there was a really attractive guy in front of me so I tried not to stare while we waited. When my little barista friend asked what he wanted, he told them a chai tea so I internally went haywire like omg pretty boy that’s my favorite drink stop we’re meant to be then regained normalcy so I could order coffee. So Mike, as I found out his name from his Starbucks order, and I met up again at the table in the back and we both poured honey in our drinks and I got all a flutter at this reinforcement that we’re meant to be. What a cutie, he probably likes scarves and the art museum and is majoring in English or something other liberal art. Mike and I are getting married now, at our wedding the cake will be layers of chai tea and espresso cake with a honey buttercream frosting. Starbucks baristas will be the flower girls, but they’ll toss tea leaves instead of flowers and instead of throwing rice at the end, there will be baskets of espresso beans. Don’t stain my dress or Mike will beat you up.


I’m sad the semester is ending for more reasons than all the Starbucks stalking for husbands. A couple of days after I registered for next semester, I realized that it meant three things.

1. I never have to take math ever, ever again. I took my one and only math credit and I’m done. As a wanna be art kid, my notes typically ended up like this:

mathnotes(you’re gonna wanna click to enjoy it!)

Thank the Jesús Christo no more logs and regression or whatever that stuff is that I learned this semester. More time for Italian, political science, art and of course, HISTORY!


(Click this too!)

2. I’m taking new classes next semester with new people. As in I won’t have math with  the two friends I made in that class anymore. Jordan and I won’t sit there and refuse to do the work and Brice won’t explain everything to us. And my metrosexual hipster friend won’t spend another history class online shopping while I furiously try to write down everything the professor says. (Okay so he spent the last class google searching something on images and I couldn’t tell what it was- trees, Grecian pottery, and houses came up). New people does mean more chances to meet cute boys, and Hannah and I were just talking about how we need new chances for boys.


3. Sean, Vivian and I aren’t going to have 10:00 free together anymore. No more meet ups in the Commons! What am I going to do without my bidaily visits with my small Asian friend and best guy friend? At least Sean is in my Italian 102.

It’s so strange to think I’ve almost finished my first semester here. I’ve learned as much as I would’ve in a year long class in high school. The first semester surely wasn’t easy, but I made it hip hip hooray now only…nine more to go? It’s not going to be easy or cheap, but it’s going to be hella worth it when I get out with those degrees. All though I wasn’t happy at first to commute, it ended up better than I thought. Dorm life reminds me too much of hotels, plus I still had mini experiences of it with Honors Dorm sleepovers with Alison. Meal plans for commuters are also extremely dumb because your friends end up with 145 swipes with two weeks left to go so you just end up leeching off of them. And at times I felt like I wasn’t getting the full college experience, working twenty hours and always being home, but like I said earlier, it’s going to be worth it. I have a Sean and a Hannah and an Alison plus more amazing friends that are going to make the next few years here bearable, and the new friends I am going to make.

Okay, it’s exam week so I’m going back to Starbucks to drink more coffee and find Mike (can’t lose my husband again!). Meh, why must my 11:00 have a Monday morning exam at 8:00? Cool logic, bro.

hipsterwedding Do you like our engagement photo?


On a more solemn note, Happy Birthday to my Granddaddy. I love you and miss you so much. Thanks for supporting me then and being my angel now. 420757_3393812243094_2100858870_n