Happy 3rd birthday to this little munchkin of a niece! “You is kind, you is smart, you is important.” ☺️🎉
She is clothed with strength and dignity, she laughs without fear of the future. 👄
Our first (and only so far) outing as flatmates! #tbt (at Guppy House Fullerton)
restoring faith in love
I never want to be old, but if I am I want it to be like this
Happy birthday and #tbt to the true bae, who drove all the way out from LA to be with me on my last birthday even though I literally couldn’t speak and took me to Disneyland & ramen. We’ve only been friends for a short while, but it’s way too real between us. 😍 Hahahah, happy birthday girl! P.S. We definitely need a Disney/catch-up date asap. 💕
Half of what I eventually want it to be. It’s a simple tattoo with a bittersweet meaning behind it, but I hold it dear to my heart. ♡
A hundred thoughts spinning out of my mind like a hurricane, destroying everything in it’s path… or so, if not now, then soon.
It’s like something I read out of a book, or maybe something I stumbled across at some point in my life, but I’ve always lived by some quote that regarded the idea of loneliness. And in that, it said something along the lines of being the kind of lonely that even a crowded room could not fix. Now, through my time, I’ve learned that there’s a vast difference between feeling lonely vs. alone. Lonely is temporary. Lonely is the feeling that has you crying at 2 am into a pillow rather than into the arms of a loving friend. Lonely is curable, by a crowded room perhaps, but curable. But alone, alone is abandonment. Alone is not permanent, but destructive. Alone is the kind of feeling that crowded room could not fix. And that, that feeling is no stranger to me.
Welcome to Research Methods in Psychology, where on a gender scale, full maleness is tough, lazy, and David Beckham & full femaleness is emotional, wonderful, and Beyoncé. 😂 (at California State University, Fullerton)
I’m so excited, I can’t sleep.
Plus, my boyfriend is sick with the fever right next to me and I wanna make sure he has everything he needs at my bedside table in case he wakes up and needs something. I love being the one to care of him, but I hate seeing him so sick :(
What does it take to cut brick toast? A lawyer, a biologist, and a computer scientist. 👍 (at Guppy’s Teahouse)
I ran into my research professor from last semester, and had a pretty long conversation with him. Apparently, I was the top student in his class, so he invited me to be a T.A. for his research class next semester. I agreed, but that wasn’t the amazing part.
My research professor has a career which allows him to travel the world during winter and summer vacations in order to not only research but even to present in front of big institutions, (including the White House at some point, conferences spread out throughout the world, sometimes even for a profit. He gave me an invitation to go with him along with a select few students (including some Ph.D. students) to research and present with him next summer. He is interested in helping me succeed and help guide me along the path towards law school, and is more than willing to write me a letter of recommendation (which has helped one of his previous students get into Columbia University (which is very close to my dream school) as well as Standford University.
I’m honestly at a loss of words. It’s been quite a struggle, especially with feeling very low academically, feeling mediocre… but he has reminded me of how outstanding I’ve performed academically just these last two years alone with a 4.0 GPA, straight A’s all four semesters and Dean’s Honors List for four years in psychology and two in political science/pre-law. I am in complete shock, but nevertheless grateful.
Together forever, never apart. Maybe in distance, but never in heart. 👫💕