things i just really like

This song. I do not even care if it is cliche. I love it dearly. It fills me with feels. {Surprisingly, boyfriend likes it too! Even if he won’t admit it. ;)}

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I’m not a huge makeup person, but I found Ipsy through a facebook friend, and decided to give it a whirl. It looks like a really fun service, and it’s cheap to boot! You can learn more about it here. The only downside appears to be their waiting list — which I am currently on. *sigh* 

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My new car. I was previously driving a Toyota minivan that had about a quarter of a million miles on it, and a missing grill. (Said minivan’s transmission decided to bite the dust about three weeks ago — in the middle of an intersection.) I had been financially worried about finding a new vehicle, as I am starting college in a few months, and have a lot of extra expenses right now. But lo, this gem practically dropped into my lap — and the price was right, yay! (His name is Harold.) 

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My last recital at my home studio is in a couple of months, which is all very sobering and sad. But this week we began getting fitted for costumes, which is all very fun. And since I’m dancing opening night as Belle, I got my tiara as well… Which was even more fun. (Also, I am actually not that pale in person. At least I hope not. Fluorescent lights are just not very forgiving.) 

I’m also loving the fact that there’s only two more weeks of school. And three more weeks until graduation. Also, barbecue wings.

That is all. 

– Tress 

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it’s almost time bros

I (finally) got my financial aid package from my top college. I’ve sent in my enrollment deposit. I’ve accepted my scholarship. I went in and enrolled in classes a couple of weeks ago. 

I also (finally) decided on my field of study: I’ll be double majoring in biology and dance, and minoring in public relations. 

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Please note that I did not caption this gif, and therefore did not have anything to do with the misspelling of “excited”.

 

I have also decided that I would like a baby wombat as a graduation gift. Forget congratulatory cards and twenty dollar bills — I want a muscular, quadrupedal marsupial.  BECAUSE LOOK AT THEIR FACES. 

 

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According to Wikipedia, they hit a mature weight at anywhere from 32-80 lbs. So I feel that hiding one in a dorm room is totally doable. Perhaps. #bribetheroomatewithOreos

Another object of my lusts as of late is Allie Brosh’s new book, which is based on her blog Hyperbole and a Half. (Warning, her writing is liberally seasoned with her colorful vocabulary, so I don’t recommend her if you’re offended by that sort of thing.) It’s taking all of my will power to not order it off of Amazon. I’m not letting myself order it until I get through my spring to do list; otherwise her satire and colorful cartoons will suck me in, and my productivity will flop almost as much as Obamacare. (Because having just over half of your projected rate of enrollment is NOT good news, no matter how you spin it dear.)

And with that somewhat offensive statement, I shall leave you with a happy wombat. 

 

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You can keep your crappy Affordable Care Act. I’ll stick with my eucalyptus leaves and sense of purpose.

– Tress

a selfie a day keeps the low esteem away

Selfies are cool.

In all honesty, they used to seriously annoy me. I used to think that girls (and guys) who posted them frequently were either a) narcissistic or b) attention seeking. But my feelings towards them as changed as of late.

In case you haven’t noticed, we live in a world that teaches us to constantly be seeking physical ‘perfection’. Our culture tells us that to be conventionally beautiful, you must be slender, possess perfect teeth and features, and preferably be blonde. Those who don’t meet that ultimate standard of beauty, are often made to feel lesser. (See above video. All of those young women are beautiful, and yet they all struggle with insecurity. UGH.)

That is absolutely heartbreaking.

Each one of us is unique. Each one of us is beautiful — and we should all recognize that!  Curly hair is just as beautiful as straight hair. All shades of skin are breathtaking. And eyes — whether brown, blue, green, or violet — are kind of spectacular. (Don’t even get me started on all the different body types; there’s so much variation, and it’s freaking fabulous.)

me. messy hair and all.
me. messy hair and all.

So take that selfie. Use whatever filter you want. Instagram, tweet, or tumble it if you like.  Self-love is sometimes frowned up on, but it’s really a good thing. I believe it’s something to be encouraged.

– Tress

snow: a love letter

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Dear Snow, 

I really, really, love you. 

I know that a lot of people don’t care much for you.  And that saddens me; it really does.  They just don’t understand how special you are. 

You’re white, beautiful, and delightfully fluffy.  Don’t you ever let anyone tell you otherwise. 

I also really appreciate that you caused my 8 a.m. class to be canceled today.  Because of that, I am currently sipping hot chocolate in a near empty library, rather than listening to a lecture. That was really nice of you.  And I already know that you’re going to cause the dining hall to be almost vacant, and for work today to be slow — since everyone will be at home, watching Disney movies, and trying to keep warm. 

I am forever indebted to you. 

Sincerely,

Tress

p.s. I kind of love cold weather (especially when it’s snowy) if you couldn’t already tell. I relate to Elsa from Disney’s Frozen at an almost spiritual level, in fact.  

 

 

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a really awesome article + white gurl h8

a really awesome article + white gurl h8

I really, really love this. (*whispers* click on the title of this post.)

As I’m sure we’re all aware, there’s a lot of negativity directed to girls who are “basic”. Or just girls in general. What is the source of this negativity? Mostly other girls, of course.

Society would have us believe that all young women can be easily categorized and put away into neat little cubbies, like so many Fisher Price toys. Of these stereotypes, one of the most prevalent and ridiculed labels is that of the “white girl”. ( Aka females the habitually sport leggings and Ugg boots, and stop by Starbucks almost as frequently as they check Instagram on their white iPhones.)

Anywho, we as females are conditioned to think of the majority of our sex as being shallow and commonplace. We are taught that uniqueness and authenticity are rare traits amongst out species. We are encouraged to degrade girls who enjoy things that are considered to be too “mainstream”. (I’m not trying to be preachy… I am guilty of this as well.)

I think that’s all really sad.

I hope that one day we will all be able to look past our external qualities, and quit being so hard on ourselves and each other. (Down with the stereotypical cattiness and superficiality I say!)

– Tress

awkward introductory post

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Um, hi there. I have a question for you.

How much does a polar bear weigh? Oh, you don’t know? Well you’re in luck, because I just so happen to have the answer.

A polar bear weighs enough to break the ice.

Hi, my name is Tress. It’s nice to meet you, anonymous reader. Welcome to my blog!

If you stumbled upon this via my old blogger site, then you may be a wee bit confused. I finally took the plunge and switched over to wordpress, and dropped the pseudonym that I was writing under. I’m loving the simplicity of word press, (also my own domain, whoo,) and I am not quite as concerned with anonymity as my sophomore in high school self was.

Basically, this is my fresh start. I was getting quite tired of looking at my old silly posts circa 2011, and I was beginning like I could write only about a select few topics, due to my following.

I am no longer quite as interested in silly stories and bad photography. (Though they may still make an occasional appearance.) I am more keen to write about things like books, politics, and slightly more personal topics. (Hey, I might even make a vlog or two!) After all, blogging is supposed to be something that a creator takes joy in — something that reflects the personality of the author. Not something that should be done to gain followers and subscribers. (Which was what I was doing before, at least to some degree.)

So this is it. The beginning. The first of many posts that will surely contain ranting, inarticulate expression of thought, and general awkwardness.

It’s going to be an adventure.

– Tress