It Was One Time!

This weekend has been fantastic.

And thank goodness because this past week has been fifty shades of cray. But actually. I know everyone has busy schedules, but my schedule this quarter seems to be especially insane. Just listen to this: on Wednesdays, I have class 9-2, then a cappella practice 7:30-10, then design for The Daily Northwestern 10-12. Every. Wednesday. Don't get me wrong, I love it all, it's just EXTREMELY tiring. Matt came into my room one night this past week when I was attempting to do work/respond to 1,000 emails/nap, stole my camera, and captured my mood perfectly.

Can't you just feel the angst through the computer screen?

Pictorial representation of the metaphorical drowning that Northwestern causes.

Speaking of that, I don't think I've announced this here, but I am a new designer for The Daily Northwestern! As I'm interested in going into marketing or advertising now, I realized when applying for internships that many require a knowledge of design programs. Joining The Daily has been so awesome, I've learned so much already, and they blast some killer tunes when we're designing the paper into the night. 

Any way, back to this week. It was rough. I was feeling down on myself, trying to keep up with all of my work, and stay organized. I needed to have some real fun this weekend, and I really have (and it's only Saturday).

My weekend began with a fun Daily Design Desk (Dx3) bonding event decorating embarrassing snap chats of ourselves, then learning how to use Adobe Illustrator. Then, I hung out with my lovely a cappella friends at our president/homeboy T$/all-around bad ass Thomas's apartment to bond and just relax after a long week, and also to celebrate all of the concert offers we've been given, as well as our progress on the songs we've been practicing.

It was a really, really fun night. And all 10,000 photos we took last night are adorable. What acacuties (I had to, I'm sorry, I hate myself for making that joke):

El Presidente & My Co-PRincess <3

#OscarSelfie

Too cute for words.

Pitch Perfect. Because why not affirm stereotypes?

<3

Just two mezzos and an alto chillin' on the Love Sac (*breaks out into full B-52's garb*)

Boyz 2 Men 

And then a dance party just started.

And this was captured..........................................get low, Ben. Get low.

I love these guys so much. I know, I know. "What a cliché! She loves the people in her a cappella group *soOoOooOoOOoOoo much*! How surprising!". No, but actually. These people are truly amazing and I'm so glad to have started this group and recruited a bunch of talented, hilarious, passionate, adorable singers. <3 NOF Love <3

Also, a special shout-out to homeboy Thomas for delivering my camera back to me this morning and leaving some really adorbz selfies such as this for me to discover later:

Dat smolder, tho.

Then, today was a whole different adventure. Before reading the next part, you have to promise not to judge me. Okay? Okay. So, for over a year now, my best friend has been talking about wanting to take a pole dancing class. Yeah, you read that correctly. Her birthday was a couple of weeks ago, so, of course, I had to buy her and myself a spot in the pole dancing class at Flirty Girl Fitness in Lincoln Park. My other bestie came along as well to enjoy the class and laugh at my complete lack of coordination and sexiness.

Thank God no pictures of me were taken.

 Judge me if you will, but I did this will my friends for fun. None of us at ALL intend on becoming strippers (although, if the whole "college" thing doesn't work, at least I have a back-up plan?). This was simply a fun, empowering, goofy thing we did to make funny memories and get a good hour-long workout in.

My tookus still hurts. 

If you're really curious as to what I looked like while doing this, I have some images that are pretty darn close to the reality of my pole dancing skills.

"I totally look sexy, right?"

If you haven't gathered yet, I can't dance.

My moves when the instructor said to do "freestyle" moves.

There's too much accuracy here.

Strike a pose, Georgie.

Rotund body, extremely lanky legs. Yep, that's me.

So, pole dancing was...an adventure. It was a fantastic workout, I felt really confident (while at the same time really aware of my lack of coordination), and it's a great story to tell to the kids one day.

Or maybe not.

Yeah, probably not.

After those shenanigans, we wandered around Lincoln Park, and it was glorious. The weather was in the mid-70s, I wore a dress, my gladiators, and couldn't remove the smile off of my face. We eventually stumbled upon a small Thai food restaurant and ate some baller food.

New life goal: live in one of these in Lincoln Park.

The beauty.

Yes, I am that pretentious person who takes pictures of her delicious Pad Thai.

And my adorable friends reluctantly posed for photos:

This is payback for every horrible picture you've ever taken of me ever.

The birthday gal, Roomzy.

Soon, we ventured through Lincoln Park some more and reached the famous and equally as delicious Molly's Cupcakes. Molly's has the best cupcakes I've ever had. It's no wonder that they won Cupcake Wars on The Food Network. This cake batter cupcake was unreal.

Foodgasm.

Not to mention that Molly's has the cutest atmosphere ever.

Oh, and if the cupcake didn't look delicious to you in the first picture, it had actual CAKE BATTER on the inside. BOOM.

I should just turn this blog into a foodie blog.

After more walking, we stumbled upon two of the greatest things I think I've ever seen, ever: the Urban Outfitters giant outlet store and the mysterious Arcade Fire Reflektor spray paint ads. (*insert hipster joke here*).

And then the skies parted and I ascended into my own personal Heaven.

"We fell in love, alone on a stage in the reflective age."

And to cap off the day, one of my best friends accepted her bid to join Chi Omega and it was one of the happiest moments of my life.

Shelbie Boo Boo Boo: New Chi O Cutie

Including Shelbie, Chi O gained six wonderful new ladies today, all of whom I can't wait to get to know!

Baby Hooties!

Shelbz and I then celebrated her new Chi O-ness by cooking dinner, eating it on the roof of her apartment, then frolicking on South Beach.

Don't mind my severe fear of heights...

In case you were wondering, Lake Michigan is really freaking cold.

*~*MoDeL sTaTuS*~*

Oh, South Beach. I love you.

As for right now, I'm sitting in Starbucks, listening to "Say Something", crying happy, metaphorical tears and thinking about how anything in life is possible. It's a really comforting thought, huh? As Ellie Goulding says, anything can happen.

This weekend has been awesome. It has been everything I've needed for awhile now. But, tragically, now I must do some homework because at the end of the day, I still go to Northwestern and fun can only be present in small doses with homework and studying covering larger portions of life. Oh well, that's how it goes. 

Keep on dreaming happy dreams, folks.

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"Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy."

-Anne Frank