Liz.20. Buckeye. marketing major, anthropology minor. Harry Potter enthusiast. obsessed with Britain. triplet. Midwestern. hopefully big town bound. hungry for traveling. ambitious. fashion starved. history and anthropology. questioning. passionate. constantly reading. gluten free before it was cool.
This blog has no central theme or idea. It's simply my likes, dislikes, thoughts, and feelings.
The secret to anthropology/archaeology is out: when in doubt, claim ritual activity.
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One Interaction, One Lasting Memory
Sometimes someone walks in your life and your interaction might be over as fast as it starts. We have people that we don’t think twice about once they leave our sights and we have others that we are incapable of forgetting. Sometimes, there are moments that you initially thought were insignificant, but in hindsight turned to be just the opposite. I feel like I had that moment and have thought about it quite frequently since it happened.
On Wednesday I worked out at one of Ohio State’s smaller gyms, where the competitive cheerleading club practices weekly. They happened to be really loud and the majority of people, mostly boys, complain about the noise and their shouting. However I have to admit that I find them oddly memorizing for their athletic abilities with tumbling, throwing, and other crazy feats of skills. Keep in mind, that opinion is coming from a self-proclaimed jock who played soccer and basketball most of my existence.
After they were done I quickly claimed ownership over a small crop of territory that they were using and went about my routine. Quickly in, their coach started talking with me. We exchanged quick pleasantries but then he jumped right to the chase, asking me about my tumbling abilities. I was quick to tell him that that idea was comical, but he said he could use a girl, “of my stature.” Again, I repeatedly told him I would be the worst addition to his team and even displayed some proof via a pathetic excuse for tumbling. He laughed, thanked me for my time, and wished me a good night. I thought this was hilarious and told all my friends-even my mother.
The very next day I grabbed a quick bite to eat at OSU’s big gym and quickly after entering I saw the paramedics speedily cart someone away. It looked extraordinarily serious with one of the paramedics sitting on top of him trying to resuscitate him. Without question, I have never seen anything so serious and left the gym emotionally bothered. I left a message with my parents actually crying. I think part of it was emotionally missing my parents and thinking that this stranger had parents too who might soon be devastated. I told everyone about it and asked to send prayers…I even posted on tumblr about it.
Fast forward to Monday where since Thursday I had repeatedly wondered how that stranger was doing. Did he pull through? Was he okay? Did he have a good Easter with his family? Turns out, he didn’t get to celebrate Easter, he wasn’t okay, and he didn’t pull through. Additionally, he wasn’t a stranger, he was the cheerleading coach.
Since then, I have thought about him hourly almost. I’ve been thinking about how shocking it is that one interaction sometimes is all you get. There are literally NO guarantees in this life, none. He was healthy, he was loved, he was kind, but none of those traits saved him when he had trouble breathing. On Wednesday night he provided a funny antidote to tweet, something funny to tell my friends, on thursday he as the “perceived” stranger made me completely anxious, and by Monday, he made me entirely grateful of my countless blessings and my life.
I know this was long, but I also know you don’t read this so it’s fine. I’ll just leave you all with this: cherish every moment, every interaction, and every person who enters your life. Life your life and do what makes you happy because there are no promises for tomorrow. What do you want out of your life and what’s stopping you from doing it now?
Yesterday I saw a college kid get rushed out of the gym with a paramedic on top of him trying to resuscitate him. I’ve never been so scared for someone I don’t know and truly hope that everything turns all right for him. It just reminded me how fragile life is and how we need to seize the day. Carpe Diem and send some positive energy to that nameless kid.
Sasha Pivovarova’s six consecutive seasons for Prada by Steven Meisel
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Accepted
I have officially been accepted into the Geneva study/intern abroad and I cannot be more excited! Studying abroad has always been a dream of mine and when tangible opportunities present themselves its feels so unreal. Above all else, words cannot express how truly blessed I am to be able to take advantage of this because Europe is expensive and Geneva is the worst. It’s funny because when I say Geneva they either say “that’s expensive” or “is that the country of the Princess Diaries?” Regardless of what people think, what it actually is, and my financial restraints I will make this the opportunity of a lifetime. I’m going to have to budget more and plan this all out as much as I can.
Some things I need to do (more to come):
- Visit family in Italy (it’s been almost six years)
- Visit cousin in London
- Oktoberfest with my friend studying in Luxemburg
- Get placed in a kick ass internship
- Visit scotland, pub crawl, and have a rockin time
- Explore authentic cultural opportunities in Europe
- Have one hell of a time
Oh Hey.
Hi tumblr, I have not been very actively lately which makes me sad, but struggling in 3 out of 4 classes takes proper attention. I’m going to quick, its just a little thought that’s been running around my head recently. I’ve been thinking about high school a bit, most likely because my newsfeed has been swamped by pictures of prom and tacky dresses. I’ve been really reflecting on the question of if I miss high school and it’s weird but for all its obvious simplicities I would never want to go back. Don’t get me wrong, I had a blast, but regardless of my personal struggles in college and what seems like constant tears it’s all worth it. I have made the very best friends in my life here and truly amazing connections. I’ve discovered a lot about myself, some things good, some not and have really matured. High school was a place of stagnant growth and relationships. Here, I’m learning and developing with people. Even more so I think going away has shown me the things at home I miss and appreciate. I have complete adoration for my parents and siblings and have a better understanding of the relationships that mean something too me.
Marc Jacobs’ New Girl: Dot
Move over, ladies: There’s a new upstart in town, and her name is Dot. According to her creator, she’s charming, spirited and energetic and driven by a fanciful red bottle.
This is Hever Castle in Kent, England.
It was the childhood home of Anne Boleyn, 2nd wife of Henry VIII, but eventually was given to Anne of Cleves, Henry VIII’s 4th wife.
In 1903 it was bought by William Waldorf Astor, an American millionaire, who restored it to use as a family residence.
It is now open to the public.
A.P.C. & Vanessa Seward
RTW Fall 2012
A.P.C. founder Jean Touitou and designer Vanessa Seward have long been fans of one another, so a collaboration between the two came as a natural progression. The 19-piece capsule collection of clothes, shoes and accessories merged Seward’s prim glamour with the French contemporary label’s trademark clean lines.
