Daydream believer.

ThinkGeek is hiring a Freelance Packaging Designer.

Now is not the time in my life for me to pack up on a whim to chase a temporary job in Virginia, but I think I just found a new dream job goal. I love ThinkGeek. Most of my paychecks in my life have gone to ThinkGeek. I don’t know why I’ve never thought about it before, maybe I just assumed it was way out of my reach, but now that it’s been put in my head.. it just makes so much sense!

And they totally won me over in this description of the position, “Most importantly, you’ll get to work on some of the top sci-fi and gaming licenses in the world including Star Wars, Star Trek, Doctor Who, Portal, Game of Thrones, and Minecraft.

SOLD. For the future.

Although I wish I could do it now.

What’s in a book?

I am more than well on track with my 50 Books challenge this year (already at 28, only halfway through the year!), but I feel like I’ve been hitting duds with almost every book I read. I want something that will blow me out of the water, change my life, make me reflect for days on what I just read!

I have read a handful of really good YA fantasy novels, which are well worth it and I am not discrediting in anyway as capable able of being impactful. But they don’t often make you reflect on your own life; usually they do the opposite, by making you get lost in someone elses very fictional life. Which is great. But I’ve been craving a book whose philosophy I can apply to my own life; whose sentences I can mark up with pencil underlinings; whose pages end up almost all dog-eared because there are so many quotes I want to share I can barely make it through a chapter without writing down another one. I want a book that will give me an epiphany.

I read The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt not too long ago and I have to say, it was quite the disappointment after how some of my friends built it up. I thought that was going to be THE life-changing book of Summer 2014. But it wasn’t, at all.

So I’m now accepting recommendations for books that have blown you away. (Bonus points if they made you ugly cry.)

Aaand, go.

wedding planning… ooh, squirrel!


Sometimes I feel like Dug the Dog (from UP!) when trying to wedding plan.

I know that, at less than 11 months from the wedding, I should have a lot more planned. All I have right now is the venue booked. I should be thinking about booking caterers, which requires figuring out what kind of food I want. I should be thinking about shopping for a dress, which requires me kicking my ass into gear to lose weight. I should be doing a lot of things, that don’t include watching Orange is the New Black and ordering even more YA books from the library.

I should be getting down to the logistics of wedding planning. Instead I’m on Pinterest, pinning crafts. I am a designer. I am great at this whole choosing decorations part, not so great at the actual organization and planning. And I’m really terrible at budgeting. I have a basic idea of budget, but the way life is going, my saving keeps having to get depleted and saving money is very, very difficult. At this rate, I have no idea how we’ll afford anything.

We may have booked the barn on time…  but at this rate, we’re going to be standing in said barn on our wedding day naked,  with grumbling tummies and cell-phone lighting.

I am a broke-ass bride with wedding planning ADD. Help me.


I have lived in the city for seven years.

In the city, it is a bombardment of the senses. The breeze that drifts in through the cracked window carries with it the smell of a late night fryer; voices rise in comradely song, bolstered by the lingering effects of last call; the lamp lights illuminate lovers on a late night walk to catch the sunrise. The city is a cacophony of sounds: the neon buzzing of 24 hour shops juxtaposed with the lonely call of a distant train across the river. The jolting rumble of a string of motorcycles drowning out the lulling of a lone ukulelist. The city is energy. The city is excitement; there is always somewhere to go and someone to meet in the city, often just a few steps out your front door.

I grew up in the country. Where the clear air is like a cool glass of water to your lungs after a long drought. It carries with it the sweetest symphony of cicadas, crickets and spring peepers. The river runs steadily through the night while the fireflies blink their tempo. The country is harmony, it is reflection. It is the tickle of the minnows that nibble in the creek; it is simultaneously the sting of gravel beneath my barefeet and the cool healing of damp grass moments later. It is hair curled by humidity and the smudge of mud on your jeans; it is not caring about these things. It is naming constellations and not buildings; it is the release of a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It is vast and open, it is the freedom to laugh, to dance in the rain, to log off.

I love the city. I love the excitement of working among skyscrapers; every day there is somewhere new to explore, some way to expand your pallet and your mental map. There is history everywhere, if you look for it. I come outside myself in the city.

But is in the country that I come home.

New York, New York!

It’s been a whirlwind of a month, but I was fortunate enough to be able to attend the opening reception of the Student Scholarship exhibit at the Society of Illustrators in NYC, in which my illustration was a finalist. It was super surreal to see one of MY pieces hanging in an exhibit in NYC. I did not win any awards at the reception, but it was fantastic to be there and I’m really honored and humbled.

I took terrible photos (it was a very crazy, chaotic 24 hours that I was there) but fortunately, some of my former classmates traveled to NYC last week and they stopped in at the museum. One of my former teachers took these photos of my piece, and I am very happy to have nice, quality photos of it hanging in the gallery!


I also  happened to be BACK up in NYC over Memorial Day weekend to attend a few Broadway shows with my sister. We saw Cabaret (with Alan Cumming!) and Hedwig and the Angry Inch (with Neil Patrick Harris!). I love Cabaret, and I was so excited to be able to see Alan Cumming reprise the role (and he stood like 4 feet from me in the audience!) but… I was especially excited to see Hedwig. My first tattoo, on my hip, was the Origin of Love symbol used in the film. The show.. blew away my mind and both elated and destroyed my heart. The movie is fantastic, and I was skeptical that the show would give the same feels. But Oh. My. God. The show blew the movie out of the water. It was meant to be a stage show. Everything made so much sense. NPH played both the role of Hedwig and Tommy and after seeing that, I had a metaphorical head slap moment of going, “Of course he plays both roles. It makes so much sense! It’s his other half! He is his other half, is other half is him.” I still adore the movie, and I immediately watched it the first night I got back, but I don’t think anything will come close to what the show made me feel.


I love NYC and I have enjoyed my time up there this past month, but it’s also a city that really stresses me out. And it’s expensive. I’m looking forward to a few trips and visits this summer, but keeping it fairly low key from here on out. It’s very hard to save for a wedding when you’re traveling. Time to simmer down.



Don’t Blink!