Luck O the Irish...oh wait

Today is March 17, 2012. Most of the world is celebrating in honor of good old St. Patrick with some green beer or maybe a Reuben. Heck, if I had enough energy after my drive home from Iowa, I might have even made myself some green gluten free pancakes. But the real reason why today is so special has nothing to do with orange hair, freckles, or a green suit. It isn't about pots of gold or corned beef. Today is a day to celebrate something much more real: a birthday. 
The individual who was born on this day 20 short years ago recently said something very wise. Her insight made me realize why I value her friendship so much. Here's what she shared with the world when referring to a weekend chalk full of DG love:

"I believe that one of the most valuable things that you can give someone is time - to listen, to talk, to play, to just be together. I am so glad that this weekend allowed me to invest in so many of the people who continue to be main characters in my story this semester. I am beyond grateful for the person that they've helped me to become." 

There's no denying that this girl has invested more in her college relationships than anyone I've met thus far. She cares. She encourages. She inspires. She isn't selfish, or short, or frivolous; rather, she is intentional and aware of the effects her advice may have on those who look to her for guidance. All of these strengths manifest themselves through the time she spends with her friends. Through friendship frolics, friendship froyo, big bed sleepovers, and costume creations, she leads by example. Today is a day to remember all of the good she has done-all of the light she has brought to Drake and Delta Gamma. Today is her birthday, after all. This year is only the second year I've been lucky enough to celebrate this special, special day, and I can't wait to celebrate it far into the future.

So here's to Sar-my sisterfriend, conejo comico, and dearest friend. Happy birthday, girl. I love you. 

May we take a million more pictures before we graduate! #pewpewpew #tktktk #sisterswag

<3

Crush and an Ode

It's always nice to have one of those weekends. You know, the ones where you devote all of your time to the most important people in your life? Well, I finally had one of those weekends. It was long overdue, an probably one of the best weekends of the semester. Behold the picture slideshow! 

 RyFly, Max, and a best friend from high school. Who doesn't love spontaneous visits from long distance friends?

 Smoons, RyFly, and Max...the most influential people of this year. 

 Smoons, the girl who knows me best. She's there when I need her, even when I don't know it. She's not a blood sister, but it's totes fine. 

 Sarah and Shelbs...Resident Assistants represent! 

Favorite pic of the night. 

I couldn't know two people more opposite from me, and yet these two have taught me some of the most valuable lessons I've learned at college. Yeah, I'm really lucky.

Now, while having fun is important, I just can't handle the idea of not studying for an entire weekend. Sar and I have been holding each other accountable for studying medmicro, and I think it's really going to help us. Between a Saturday morning study sesh at Starbucks and an hour-long chapter meeting in Bulldog, I managed to write an essay about our study material and draft an ode. To which lecture notes am I referring to? Whelp! Herpesviridae lecture notes, of course.

So here's to Bennett and Nate, who wanted a public account, and Smoons and Kitty who will always have my back no matter how many drug names we have to memorize. 

Ode to Herpesviridae

Ye old Herpesviridae

how you get in my way.

WIth your latent creeping

and your eight forms of being,

I really hate your anti-kill powers.

You don't look like flowers.

No! On the contrary! 

You look like a sore or a wart or a pock

or a rash that itches, so you need oatmeal

from the kitchen. 

I hate the fevers, the malaise, and the anorexia

and the stares that scream, "what the heck are ya?!"

So beware the Herpevac, Varivax, and Zostavax

because thanks to them, your pruritis will be getting the ax.

XOXO Pharmacy Girl

Just HOPE

Sometimes life is rough. Usually it's fantastic, but everyone has those days. I hate having those days; well I hate letting them get me down. So, for the next 32 days I'm going to try my best to nip sure-to-be-crappy days in the bud. 

Now, I've decided that the best ways to avoid becoming a Debbie Downer is to approach each day on a case by case basis. Really, discovering the cure to crappiness is one big adventure; you never know which door to open, which stone to overturn, or where the yellow brick road will lead. But you just have to trust and have a little HOPE that things will get better and everything will be a-ok. Cue Pinterest quote:

Today I created my first Resolution Recipe. Bon appetit! 


Servings:


 1 + how every many people you sunshininess will affect


Ingredients:


Lunch with Ryan
A minute with Mags
Revive at Hope
Meow meow with Ann
Chirp chirp with Smoons
Sour Brite Crawlers
Mismatched socks
Potato cravings


and the most secret ingredient of all...


A Sar who loves you no matter how big your flaws are; a pink flamingo who wont gobble you up like the rest of the fishies in the sea; someone to share your sparkly scales with, even when someone makes you ink 

Directions:


Slowly add each tiny thread throughout the day, waiting to add the next until the previous is fully appreciated. Mix thoroughly, twisting the threads until an unbreakable cord of love is wound. Taste test and share with the rest of the world, and you will soon feel peace.