Little Did They Know

When it was too cold to play soccer outside at recess (it had to be pretty damn cold) I’d slip through the door of my school library. I’d read chapter after chapter and dread the bell that meant it was time to return to our studies. Little did they know I had found my own curriculum.

It’s a lot harder to read as an adult because we don’t get recess we get breaks. And I don’t know about you, but I spend a lot of my breaks paying bills, trying to get that coffee stain out of my sweater, and writing out grocery lists (thrilling, I know)

But it’s my favorite time of the year to curl up with a book in bed. That’s what sweater weather is for, isn’t it? Sundays & snow storms give me no other option than to dedicate my day to literature. I hope you are able to do the same. What are some of your favorite books that have had an impact on your life? Share with me, I’m always looking for a new read :)

Watch this quick & beautiful video & then hop on over to Thought Catalog to read this article about Dating a Girl Who Reads The News 

Classy with a K

I was planning to go & cook dinner with two of my girlfriends tonight after work, but we cancelled last minute and I was faced with a couple of (great) options: Attend the $5 Kid Cudi concert & have beer spilled on me by underage utahn’s that lie to their parents about their whereabouts, or go to taco-ake (taco’s and karaoke) and drink cheap tequila and be slightly unpleasant — I chose to do this…

After work I went straight to the bookstore. Once my arms were full I looked around for a place to sit & read the foreword for each book. I saw a tiny step-stool in the corner which looked like a lovely place to sit, but when I tried to sit down on it I fell right on my ass next to it. Pencil skirts don’t allow that type of bending. A little girl in the corner with a bear hat (hat that looked like a bear) saw and laughed at me. I smiled and moved to the cafe. I am incredibly graceful.

Long story not short, I spent a disgusting amount of money on 5 books and a terrible latte (or shall I say a tiny slice of heaven) and rushed home to squeeze the last drops of Blackbox into my glass, make some cheap pasta, and take my bra off. I’m too lazy to put my pasta in a dish, and no I am not sitting up to my dining room table. I’m getting a full serving of frozen peas and high quality grape juice, and I used almond milk instead of cows milk for my pasta. Did I mention I’m taking my vitamins? (Hi mom!) I am classy with a K.

“When I have a little money I buy books. With what is left I buy food and water.” -Erasmus

I cherish my alone time. I’m an only child so I’m cool with it, and I also know what happens when I push myself to be too social. It’s ugly. I get cranky & then I sometimes get drunk to make people more interesting. Bad, bad news people.

My goal is to have these books read by my 22nd birthday. It’s extremely cliche to set a goal like that, but hey you know what I’m clearly not trying to impress anybody here.

1. Fountainhead by Ayn Rand

2. Things I Want My Daughter To Know by Alexandra Stoddard

3. Skinny Bitch by Rory Freedman and Kim Barnouin

4. The 4-hour Workweek by Timothy Ferriss

5. A book I’m ashamed to share because it’s naughty & belongs hidden with my copy of 50 Shades of Grey.

By 22 I will have accomplished the perfect balance between becoming a vegetarian who has great advice for young women, only works 4 hours a week but makes one million dollars a month, doesn’t ruin every romantic relationship she’s involved in, and uses really big words. I’m doing big things people. Big things.

So, how was your day?