love loud.

yep, i'm a fox.


so, my october was spent writing a research paper about the novel Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. it was a ten page paper about monster/victim relationships, the oppression of society, and the duality of man. by the way, the novel is only 150 pages long, that leaves very little room for bullshark (if you know what i mean). but alas! it's finished and turned in, and rather than bore you with all ten pages (although it's incredibly interesting if i do say so myself) i'll just give you a quote i used, which has quickly been committed to memory for those "mr. hyde" moments of mine.



"I must learn to love the fool in me--the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool." -- Theodore I. Rubin, MD

and then you should grab a cup of coffee and listen to this song, because it's kind of wonderful. 

into the woods.

as you're reading this, i'll be hammocking in the woods somewhere with my fifty sisters. this thought is exciting beyond comprehension. and i feel like not only have i had a beautiful week, i'm about to have the most wonderful weekend, which is perfectly fine with me.

my essays will come back in full force (fingers crossed) but until then i'll just post about my fancy new job (unpaid but incredible) and my adventures in this enchanting city i like to call home.

i also want to post this video, and you have to promise to watch it until the very end for what happens will speak volumes about me, because it's kind of an everyday occurence.

and then i want you to watch this video and have a lovely weekend.

beautiful things out of the dust.

"sometimes we're not as beautiful as we think." 


when i wrote that line last march for an english paper, i was thinking about those moments like the homecoming dress i thought i looked really cute in, or when i thought i was being funny but was really just acting a fool. but this weekend i discovered the flip side of that phrase. 


some may say that river street is one of the main attractions that savannah has to offer. unless you're referring to watching the ships pull into harbor, i'm not one of those people. in my opinion, the gem of savannah is the paris brocante.  i'm utterly in love with it. 


the paris brocante is a boutique that sits on the corner of broughton. it's a market in the sense that it sells laundry detergent, lavender bouquets, soaps, feather dusters, and woven baskets. i can spend hours sifting through the antique jewelry, buckets of marbles, and sun hats. there are couches, vintage photos, candles that smell like the library, and the most beautiful wrapping paper i have ever laid eyes on. 


sometimes, when the life of the college kid gets to be too much, i go there in search for a french seltzer (with a shot of rose and lemon) and treasures. 


it wasn't until my family came down early this year, or when a high school friend showed up did i realize just how beautiful this place was, and sometimes, when i'm writing in my journal while drinking a seltzer, i'm more beautiful than i think. 

and this is a song that makes me want to skip and make pinatas out of tissue paper. actually, here are two songs. 

everyday i'm hustlin.

well, it's not fall anymore.

but in other news, consider this a "listless thursday" a few thursdays overdue and a day late. lehhgo.

quotes from my history professor:

"those white men are being oppressive....again."
"1848, women get on their level."
"everything goes to shit when women learn how to read."

and the list of the week?

"how to raise 100 dollars without really trying"

have a bake sale
rob a bank
call grandad
pay it myself (ha)
sell my bike
trade in my textbooks
offerto do laundry at $5 a basket
ask someone for a dollar (repeat 100 times)
bring back the elevator pass
get really stellar at poker
hustle everyday

ps. i'm raising 100 dollars for "light the night" cancer walk that will take place in downtown savannah sometime in october. if anyone would like more information, you can click here. (go ahead, click it.)

with so many papers this week, i had to find a productive distraction rather than watching modern family marathons or facebooking all hours of the night. so, i memorized these songs (next is the after party at buckingham palace) (guess it really is just me myself and all my millions) instead. time well spent in my opinion.

radiant faces.

the blogs that i read are lying to me, they tell me that it's fall. 

san diego, hoboken, new york city, savannah, milan. wake up you sleepers, it's fall. 

but it won't last, next week, when the weather is back to 90 and humid, we'll shake our fists at the ocean and curse the very things of summer that we once crooned about last april. 

call me an optimistic pessimist. a bitter hopeful. a jaded believer. but i want it. 

i want fall. i want scarves, boots, jeans, socks, and my russian navy nail polish. i'm jonesing to read vogue on the crunchy leaves in the international garden and to spend my rainy days sharing a plate of pita and hummus with a friend at the gallery espresso. 

i've even created my new playlists. fact: the avett brothers pandora is magical and will make you want to dance around the kitchen in your new wool socks from aerie (wait, you don't have a pair?)

that one golden fall afternoon. 

so consider this post a teaser, because we'll be back to fedoras, lemonade, weezer, and keds before you know it. and watch this video, because i'm in it. 

breakfast for dinner.

okay, okay. i know what you're thinking, two music posts in a row? i'm not slacking, promise. 
but i am enjoying myself immensely, and it just goes to show what a difference a little time (in this case, a week) makes. 


one day this week, a few friends and i were talking about christian contemporary music. i was jumping out of my skin, i finally found college friends that liked talking about God on a daily basis. the feeling is incredible. the song "more" by matthew west was mentioned and i looked it up instantly (thank you, steve jobs, you're the best) . 


listening to the song for the first time in years, the summer and even last week made sense. cody deese, the speaker for fbcw's high school summer camp, asked me one night, "why are you settling for less." 


which is a funny story, i suppose. when i finally let go of one person (who didn't even want me to begin with), i gained a friendship with seven others. i just had to trust that God loved me more. 


and here i am, off to have the "breakfast for dinner" party to celebrate the fact that savannah is saved from irene. (sorry about that, outer banks, north carolina). 

i met up with the king.

hello there!


today marks the end of my first week of class, which has been wonderful. i'm lucky this year, all of my classes are incredibly interesting with professors who are characters for sure. 


so, do you ever hear a song that captures your soul? that is so beautiful you're certain that your heart will surely break? no? okay, that may just be me. it's cool. 

well, this is one of those songs. i heard it from a new friend and i was captivated. i have cruised for miles upon miles on my bike while listening to this song on repeat. because, you know, it's kind of the story of my life. 


i usually like to keep new music a secret for awhile, you know, because it's special. but not this time, so consider yourself lucky. 


the band of sisters is called "first aid kit" and the song is "i met up with the king."


listen to it. now.