As I mentioned on Monday, I’ve been a little under the weather the last few days, which isn’t so fun. But what’s even more un-fun is the social isolation that seems to come with getting sick on campus. You get sick, and suddenly everyone looks at you like you like you are the most awful person for daring to leave your house, as if it’s your fault you’re sick. I totally get it – people don’t want to get sick. I didn’t want to get sick! But sometimes these things happen.
THE PSL IS BACK. I REPEAT, THE PSL IS BACK.
Okay, now that we got that crucial PSA out of the way…How was your weekend? Mine was busy. I spent all Saturday at Six Flags with my BFFs. We all became good friends after taking a trip there our freshman year, so we closed the loop with a nostalgic throwback trip. I almost cried on every ride because I actually don’t love rollercoasters, but other than that it was great.
Last week was my first full week of school, and my last first-day-of-school ever as a senior in college. As I headed out the door for my first day, I couldn’t help but think back to what it was like to have the first day of school when I was a kid. It was a totally different thing, like a real big deal.
As a childhood diva, first day of school outfits were EVERYTHING. I spent weeks sifting through the back-to-school clothes my mom had bought me and picking what I was going to wear for the big first day. When the day finally arrived, I had my mom curl my hair (because that was my idea of fancy) and all jazzed up, I headed off for my day.
I’m a little afraid to say this for fear they will kick me out of business school on the spot, but here goes: I hate networking. I squirm at events where we’re expected to “mingle” and I dread the thought of asking a speaker a random question just to get their business card. I’ve always felt awkward and kind of sleazy, like I was lying to people about how much I liked their talk or whatever just to connect with them.
For a long time, I thought it was just me. I thought that I just needed to get over it, put myself out there, and collect some darn business cards.
Wow. I cannot actually believe I am starting my senior year of college. On one hand it seems like I just got here, but on the other, UPenn and Philly feel so much like home.
I’ve decided to graduate at semester, which means that the year I thought I had left to explore Philly, spend time with my friends, soak up some academic know-how, and become a “real person” (aka adult) has been cut in half. Holy cow.
I’m in a pretty crazy place right now. I’m graduating early, getting married while finding a job and moving cities next summer, and trying meanwhile to keep my head on straight.
People have this assumption that if you’re a lifestyle blogger, you love the camera. If you asked Brandon, he’d tell you I love taking pictures for the Instagrams, so much so that I may/may not have spent 20 minutes posing a Very Berry Refresher at a London Starbucks one time. I do love taking pictures. I just really don’t love turning the camera on myself.
I’ve talked before about my tendency to obsess over my imperfections in photos. I don’t do profile shots because I don’t love my chin. I don’t really love shots in sleeveless tops, and I am convinced my smile almost always looks like my toenails are being ripped out.
After a refreshing weekend out of town, I came home last night to an inbox full of emails. Ugh. If you’re like me, clutter on the outside means clutter on the inside. It’s amazing how a little red number “50” on your computer screen can take up so much brainpower and time in your day.
Cleaning up your digital space always seems like such a chore, but it’s so important. How often have you sifted through 75 bookmarks to find the one you were looking for or had a nervous breakdown after your 32 Chrome tabs crashed? Today I’m taking you through some ways you can start sprucing up your digital life in bite-sized pieces, so that you can stop going crazy every time you open your laptop.
I never thought I’d be writing a post like this one. As someone who would love to be a mother someday veeeeery far in the future but would rather have dogs for now, I was always more pro-dog than pro-baby. This was, of course, until we got little Banjo.
As mentioned in my last post, Banjo is a handful. He is precious but because he is so small, he is always getting into literally every single thing he should not be getting into. Like electrical cords. Or holes in the ground where large amounts of bees live. (I think the poor guy learned his lesson last night after he got stung right on his little sad puppy lip.)
Hey there! I’m Taylor and I’m 20 years old….what? Oh do you still remember me? I figured I’d have to reintroduce myself since it’s been wayyyy too long since I blogged.
Part of what’s been taking up my time instead of blogging is this guy.
If you saw my Instagrams, you’d know I got a new chaweenie (chihuahua + dachshund) puppy named Banjo. He is absolutely precious and we are all obsessed. OBSESSED. But like any puppy, he needs lots of puppysitting. So instead of blogging much of my time has been spent chasing Banjo around and keeping him from eating everything.
If you saw Monday’s post, you know that this week has been an insanely rough one. In addition to my wonderful dog dying, I have a lot of other things going on personally that have made this week challenging.
I had my first listen the other day of a little 60’s pop band known as Herman’s Hermits, after my cousin introduced my sister and I to them, insisting that it was a travesty we liked the Beatles but didn’t know anything by Herman’s Hermits. I’m now kind of a fan, having listened to their album about 15 times on loop since last weekend. Casual.