Saturday, November 17, 2012

Ludicrous Christmas List

       I really just wanted to use the word "ludicrous".
Holidays on ice
Photo by Eliza Eaton

     I often feel like every year I think less and less about what I want for Christmas. Maybe its because recently I feel super guilty about asking my parents for anything but help with paying college tuition. Maybe its because, as I become older, I’m more and more distracted with Christmas music than Christmas gifts. I began thinking about this the other day while I was wondering what I should ask for, in a more practical manner. At first I was thinking about things like more money for laundry on my Captains Card, some running socks (seriously), a few more good pairs of jeans, and, what the hell, I might as well get a head start on my funeral payments too.

     Then I thought to myself, those things, while sensible and realistic, really aren’t what I want. While it is highly likely that those items are what I will be receiving for Christmas (no complaints here), I thought, wouldn’t it be fun to make a list of all the things I really desire. Realistic or not, wouldn’t it be fun to search my brain for the most elaborate, unrealistic and preposterous gifts I could think of. Also I just got a Pinterest account and its plaguing my brain with stupidly beautiful bathroom designs, amazing clothing ideas, and a plethora of photographs of only every single place in the world I want to visit.

This Wish List Consists of:
  • Every single article of clothing from The Loft and J. Crew. I mean, I know I could reach much higher and ask for a custom-made ball gown by Karl Lagerfeld, but I really don’t wear ball gowns that often. Every time I walk into The Loft I just want to begin picking and choosing clothes and coordinating outfits like I’m in my own closet! My fashion mind is so stimulated in that store! Every time I’m lucky enough to shop at J. Crew (#SWVAprobs) I can’t even handle all the wonderful clothing in there. And then I look at the prices and I really can’t handle that.
  • A house full of kitties on the Island of Mykonos. Two words: PURE BLISS.
  • To be transported back in time to the 1960’s. Not for Woodstock, not so I can “make love not war”, not for any of that hippie nonsense. I want to go back in time and wear clothing like Edie Sedgwick and Brigitte Bardot and vacation in the South of France.  I want everything to be like Mad Men. I don’t want to be pressured to exercise. I want to drink Martinis. I want to listen to the early Rolling Stones, Beatles music as well as Etta James, Dusty Springfield, and Frank Sinatra. I want to watch shows like laugh in and the Dick Van Dyke show. I think I belong in that decade for certain.
  • A date with Joseph Gordon-Levitt (Zooey can come too). I’m dead serious. I mean I might sound obsessive (correction: I DO sound obsessive), but I think that Joseph and I were meant to be together almost as much as I think him and Zooey were meant to be and my friend Emily and James Franco were meant to be. What would a date with him be like? Well we’d probably just start off with him playing guitar and us singing together (I’ll learn to play the Ukulele), then we’ll do a big dance number like the one in (500) Days of Summer, then we’ll just hang out with Zooey for awhile, then he can do that nice little dance he did on SNL the other night. It will be cosmic.
  • A year in Europe.  Anybody that knows me even fairly well knows that my biggest desire is to travel. When I was younger, it was just places like France and England that I wanted to go to. Now I want to go to Istanbul, Turkey to see the Art Galleries and the thriving city. I want to go to Croatia and just lay on the beach all day surrounded by beautiful men and…. Other people…. But mostly just beautiful men.  I want to go to Vega, Norway to visit my beautiful friend, Sigrid, who I haven’t seen in nearly three years. I want to try new foods, I want to see beautiful buildings, I want to meet fascinating people and eat and drink with them and be merry. This would probably be the grandest gift ever.

    This rounds out the top five items on my unreasonable-gift-wish-list. Writing about it definitely helped with my aching desires for these things. My yearning for them has definitely ceased.
    HA! JUST KIDDING!
     But really, I’m thankful for what I have anyway. These extravagant things are lovely to think about having, but in the end, I’m glad I have amazing friends, an awesome college to attend, good looks that will get me just about anywhere in life (LAWL), and parents that will support me with whatever I decided to do. Like quitting school and joining a gypsy cult.


Kidding. Again. 


Saturday, October 13, 2012

Cool things to do on the nights you don’t go out in college.



More friend Requests???
Photo by Eliza Eaton
Troll Facebook.  What I’m about to say would probably fall under the hash tag, #TimesWhenINeedToRethinkMyLife. Often times, I find myself logging on to Facebook to find nearly 10 (that’s right! 10!) whole Facebook notifications. For two pathetic nano seconds, I’m filled with a certain sad little bit of confidence. ‘Cause you know, the basis of how many people think I’m cool is purely established on how many notifications I get.  85-99% of the time, they’re either from that creepy kid that keeps sending me Facebook game requests, or my granny. Now no disrespect to my granny, ‘cause she’s cool as shit. However you know its moments like that, that I feel I need to start taking more sexy web cam pictures of me while laying on my bed, in the mid-afternoon light, with a charming smile across my almost make-up free face….and my tits discretely hanging halfway out of my shirt.  Maybe I would get some likes from males! All problems solved!

Go visit Jake and Sean.  I sometimes probably need to consider how I’ve worn out my welcome in their room, but Jake and Sean are two of few people on my hall that I actually like and we have good conversations. And I love them. And sometimes we watch Brickleberry. Mostly it’s Jake and me talking about our elitist tastes in music or arguing about how much I think The Big Bang Theory sucks. Sean graces with his presence, but is usually turned away checkin’ out what’s going on in the social media world and beyond (*scoff* as if there is a beyond). He is useful for showing us funny things he finds on Stumbleupon or when and if he has good music to share. One time we all watched the last half of Mean Girls. It was magical.

Pillow Talk Politics with my Roommate. While the vast majority of what we talk about is mostly just bitching about this and that or he and she, recently Chloe and I have been slightly more philosophical and scholarly with our before bed banter. However, before I continue, please take note to my effective use of alliteration and superior word choice (I could have said syntax but I’m not feeling that douchy) that made the former sentence so damn fancy. Done? Ok, then I cease my digression.  ANYWAY. Chlo-Mo and I literally have discussed our opinions on the two party systems or the upcoming election not once but on at least two occasions. I mean, there really ain’t nothing better than curling up in bed, after a long day, to ramble on half-unconsciously about our desired economic plans. 

Eat delicious food. What does every good college student do when they get bored? Eat the closest thing next to them! Most of the time it can be edible too! Currently my stash of food consists of almonds, stale cookies, gluten-free rice bread, an extra large jar of old peanut butter, and “The World’s Finest” chocolate bars leftover from a choir fundraiser back home.  Aka, everyone is coming over to sample this massive buffet! To be honest, a slight hunger pang ain’t nothin’ a little spoonful of peanut butter can’t fix. I’ve definitely seen more desperate solutions to blasting hunger. Last week, some of my (male) friends found half of a pizza in a box, not in, but beside a trashcan. They ate it.

Write a blog post. I find that my levels of sarcasm, wittiness, and definitely bitchiness, tend to be the best in tact when I’m sitting around in my room on a night most people are… definitely not. Thus I am turned into a moody, salt-block, of a female. This is probably just a preview to what my life will be like in 10 years…. except then I’ll have cats! Lots of them!

Things not to do on the nights you don’t go out in college.


Troll Twitter. All you get is a bunch of pictures on Instagram (which is abused, by the way) of 15 year-old girls in totally appropriate-to-their-age clothing, taking bathroom selfies on a night out. It just makes you feel bad and weird. Real classy stuff.

I probably need to go to bed. That’s always a good option too.

Sweet dreams.

EE

Monday, October 8, 2012

#OregonTrail


Hip and cool.
Photo by Eliza Eaton        

     Would it surprise you if I said that I truly believe that I am meant to live in Portland, Oregon? That is of course if the whole living in Europe thing doesn’t work out…and I truly decide that the east coast doesn’t work for me, which is highly unlikely. But I digress. Recently I was fortunate enough to travel to Oregon with my cross-country team. Now, I’d never been to Oregon, but I’d heard from many people that they thought I would just love it. They were not wrong. Portland kicks ass. Its kind of the ultimate place for people to live if they love being outdoorsy, and are hipstery and... runnery? I just made up words, but you get the point. In other words, sounds like a really annoying place to live for those who aren’t into that. However, for those freaks like me who want nothing but to be able to go on a morning trail run, and then drive only two miles into a city to get pancakes from some quirky diner for breakfast, Portland may also be the place for you too. Lots of fun things happened on our trip to Portland, but for the sake of not sounding mundane with a chronological retelling of the trip, I’ll narrow it down to my top five favorites like I usually do. Also like John Cusack did in the movie High Fidelity. Which is where I got the idea.

    Anyway.

1)   Meeting professional runners at Nike Track. I’m just going to say up front that my teammates and I are extremely lucky. Not only did we have the opportunity to run on the gorgeous Nike track and around Nike campus, but we were also fortunate to meet world class and very elite athletes. Our coach scheduled us to meet Brent and Sara Vaughn, two athletes that train at Nike and have been featured in Running Times and Runner’s World. They had so much information for us and were extremely kind and thoughtful to come talk to us. I won’t deny that I almost fell over when Brent said that he sometimes does 180-mile training weeks, but never the less he was able to give us good advice on how to get enough rest and recovery when doing heavy mileage: sleep 13 hours a day. That’s all.
A quality photo of Nike Track
By Eliza Eaton
    An unexpected turn of events occurred when, in the midst of the Vaughn’s answering our questions, I looked across the track at a large group of people getting ready to warm up for a run. Scanning the crowd of people, I stopped dead when I saw what I thought I wouldn’t see in a million years. It didn’t take much to spot her. She had her signature knee-high socks and that tiny little blonde bun on the back of her head. It was Shalane Flanagan, an Olympian and world-class athlete who ran alongside my other hero, Kara Goucher, in London this past summer. I grabbed my friend, Melissa’s arm and said something sort of creepy along the lines of “Its her! Its her!” Sara noticed my excitement and asked if I wanted her to bring Shalane over to meet us. WAS THAT EVEN A QUESTION??!?! But it was a kind gesture and I will forever be thankful that she did that. Anyway, Shalane posed for a picture with us, and then I awkwardly shook her hand and introduced myself, asking if I could take another picture with her. No I didn’t sound like a psychotic weirdo at all (false). The truth is, I don’t really care cause I got to meet freaking Shalane Flanagan, bitches!  

2)   The house that we stayed in. First things first. All I’m going to say is this: gated community. These houses were fresh, y’all. I mean fancy yards, fancy views, fancy fancy fancy everywhere! Before we arrived at the home of our host, who has been a long time friend of our coach and kindly agreed to have us stay with him for our trip, we stopped to get Subway to go and planned to eat it when we got to the house. Well as soon as we got to Kevin’s we didn’t necessarily feel that our Subway was appropriate for the decorative circumstances of his dining room. Aka he had a full dining set on his probably very nice dining room table that was more than likely made out of some fancy wood and sat among the rest of the house’s elaborate decorations. Needless to say, I loved this place. Apart from just the magnificence of the house, those who inhabited it were equally as wonderful. Kevin’s partner and kids were literally the perfect hosts and always had delicious food made for us (All Organic! I mean we are in Portland…duh).  However, I think my favorite part of the house was the view of the Portland skyline in the late evening and at night. Every night we were there, a group of us would sit out on the deck and just look at it, take it in, and wish we were going out in downtown Portland for the evening. 

3)   Runnin’ at Willamette. What was especially great about this was just getting to see all new people, including the amazing Nick Symmonds who, as an alumnus of Willamette, started the races. I went out with a faster pace but felt fine with it because I was being carried by other runners, not holding myself back, and with that I ran a season best! Our whole girls and boys teams as a whole did really well and I think that it made the trip even better. I apologize for not really having anything that funny to say about the experience. I mean, maybe JHutch took some funny running pictures of me that I could post, but in all reality the meet was just a splendid moment that added all the more greatness to the trip. Great course, great competition, and for the sake of my own version of our signature hashtag, one hell of a gucci team, babyyyy. #good2great #good2gucci #CNUXC

City Shot
Photo by Eliza Eaton
4)   VOODOO FREAKING DONUT. I mean the gods must be crazy to have given us a place as wonderfully dazzling as the one, the only Voodoo Donut. Can I just start out with saying that the bloody building is covered in sparkles? Sparkles, I tell you! It had a line going out the door that we had to wait in for almost 45 minutes (worth it because I got to go get coffee) and we also got to people watch, which is an excellent way to spend your time in Portland, Oregon. Once we got into the shop, my decision wasn’t that hard: a classic cake donut with chocolate, Oreo pieces and peanut butter drizzle, that was affectionately known as the Old Dirty Bastard. Yeah, ain’t no way I was getting anything else. That creation of all of God’s goodness into one baked good was literally one of the grandest things I’d ever, ever eaten. And trust me I’ve sampled many a pastry. This one was by far my favorite. It’s probably a really good thing I don’t live anywhere near Voodoo Donut.
Bliss
Photo by Lydia Cromwell
5)   Multnomah Falls. I’ve trolled jealously through so many Facebook pictures of people standing in front of those waterfalls. So, of course, when I knew we were going to get any opportunity to go, I was extremely satisfied. We had already run in an xc meet, stuffed our faces with pizza and donuts, and were near the end of a short but delightful trip. So why not take a leisurely stroll on the 1. 5-mile trail up the mountain to see the top of the falls? Why not? Because we’re crazy, weird and competitive cross country runners and felt the need to power walk up the whole thing (only within like a half hour of eating that donut… bleh). But it was well worth it when we got to the top. We played in the artic cold creek (Melissa fell in tehehehe) and looked out at the spectacular view. Walking up and down the rocks and fallen branches in the creek was especially nice because it sort of reminded me of home. Like a good ol’ hike near the Cascades, only with a slightly larger waterfall.
The Gorge
Photo By Eliza Eaton
Multnomah
Photo by Karen Bumiller
    So obviously the trip was fantastic. Its not often that you get to go on a cross-country trip AND get to experience a little bit of the place you’re visiting as well. I would love to go back and see the city a little more and hike in other spots surrounding it. Maybe I’ll climb Mt. Hood!? Who knows!?

But thanks for reading y’all. More blogs that may be more relatable to your life will be coming soon, but for now, you just stay classy.
Ciao!

EE


Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Be fabulous, oh college student!

Roommate style
Photo by Eliza Eaton

    Hello, my name is Eliza E. and I still have yet to go to class dressed in the I-don’t-give-a-shit-uniform.  (Ok so a couple times I’ve had to wear my practice clothes to my 8:00am after a workout but you have to understand that in the limited amount of time I had, my boyfriend, food, was much more important than showering.). Anyway. I’m writing today to commend the people on campus who show off their original style every day and don’t settle for ratty high school track sweat pants and old tee shirts from adventure club. I am also hoping to not offend, but inspire those who prefer to role out of bed and go to class like that. Most of the people I discuss this with tend to all look and me with the why-do-you-even-care look on their face and for a moment I consider that question. Then I remember that it’s good to care! Its good to care, I tell you! Some people want to improve morale around here, and others want to pick up trash to keep the campus green. I just want everyone to dress pretty.

     So anyway, I remember being told before I moved to college that it wouldn’t be long before I started wearing sweat pants all the time and going days without showering. Well lemme just say first of all that A) I never go days without showering because (#RunnerProblems) that would be extremely unpleasant for all involved. And B) I don’t even own sweat pants. But all the talk about not wearing my pretty clothes all the time was starting to get to me. Was I really going to join the stereotype of the ever apathetic college student who hides under layers of cotton and elastic bands, only to emerge in something half tolerable to go out on a Saturday night? No. No. No. NOOOOOOOOOO! I would never want that to happen! Dressing is so important for showing off who I am, as I hope it is for most people.   This made me dispirited when it came to packing, for I thought that the wardrobe that I stuffed into bags would sit in my closet collecting dust during my time at CNU.  These were dark days.

    And now for the turning point of the story!  My first world problems are problems no more! In my first few weeks of being on campus I have not only seen people who flaunt their personal style to their greatest ability, but I have also been subjected to styles that are somewhat new to me (they got a nautical theme). While I still see the pajama clad students ambling around throughout campus, there is enough originality here for me to be content. I’m so thrilled that I have been able to walk around campus wearing my bright orange H&M dress and not stick out (too much) like a sore thumb.

      I guess one of my missions here at CNU is to always influence as well as be inspired.  I’ve made a ton of friends already who seem to like my quirky style and have also even met some who give some excellent advice (Chloe helps me dress more like an adult. #ThatsMyRoommate). For those who will attend college in the future, whatever you style may be, don’t settle for the typical lazy-day look. Flaunt your originality, and give yourself something to be a little excited about everyday whether its your cute flats, a button down shirt with little ships on it, or that Goodwill sweatshirt that makes your roommate roll her eyes. Just have fun with it y’all! Dress Happy!

 EE