things I have accidentally become really good at.

The quick glance-down to avoid eye-contact with someone I don't really know.

Interpreting what time it is according to my alarm clock, which is an hour and fifteen minutes ahead.

Crossing the street wherever I please, crosswalk or not.

Falling asleep on the couch in my apartment.

Taking my vitamins every morning.

Walking past the activities center and remembering that I should go exercise some time, and then avoiding it.

Picking up random expressions from my friends.

Remembering what time my teacher usually gets to my lesson, and planning my own time accordingly; there's always a few extra minutes to kill.

Not being too scared of the sharp corner

that is never lit up at night.

Doing my makeup in sixty seconds flat and wearing sweats everywhere.

missing things.

the tree stump by snoasis.

the hill at the park with the perfect view of the sunset.

the chatting over cafe rio salads.

the singing by the piano.

the late-night conversations.

the talking about everything.

the not feeling like any time had passed.

the best friend.

a spot of color

I was craving a change, but I don't want to cut it...so, a red streak seemed to be the perfect solution. Eh?

PanAm

Let me explain this mathematically: 



Sixties style (high-waisted skirts + perfect hair + low-heels)^4 + attractive men (pilot + co-pilot) + undercover CIA agent^1 + Europe + old-fashioned music on the soundtrack = Pan Am. I'm obsessed.

watch this now.

in love.

the big apple.

I WANT TO GO BACK TO NEW YORK.

I looked so stylish in New York. I've never felt better.


Let's go?

this is what I do.

Wake up and eat nothing.

Go to class.

Come home, eat toast, watch Friends. 

Go back to class. 

Come home, eat toast, watch Friends.

Do homework, watch Friends. 

Laugh my head off with my roommates.

Put my head back on and then laugh it off again with Chad. 

Sing Christmas songs. 

Sing in German.

Play the piano.

Watch Friends. 

Eat toast.