If [blank] were easy, everyone would do it...
my name is loreal. i just graduated from grad school (woot!), i have a cat as a pet, i like to make things, and this is my tumblr.
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the best of tumblr confusion
That was a great way to start the day. I’m going to go drink some cereal water.
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Inside the NBA’s New Style WarsThe rivalry among the NBA’s elite has spilled off the court and into an arena where athletes have historically...
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Chris Hayes tells Terry Gross about having people pay attention to his appearance once he started appearing on television:
You start noticing...
From the article Here’s the New York Post with the Most Sexist Headline of the Year on the New York Post’s cover of Hillary Clinton (with a scared-looking Bill in the corner) testifying during the congressional hearing over the embassy attack in Benghazi. (via lcucinotta)
sigh. i find this quote particularly apropos today - disregarding the fact that this rundown of credentials is not in any way accurate vis-a-vis me, but noting, in particular, the point behind the rundown. i find myself being super defensive at work. i noticed that i try, at nearly every turn, to affirm my intelligence and the fact that i belong where i am. as a woman, and particularly as a black woman, i’m always super aware of how it is i’m being perceived by my peers and supervisors. it sucks to think that one small detour from the script - a demonstration of anger or frustration - could undo all that tedious, daily work.
(via awomansplace)
i found my spirit animal. “big open spaces”…ich! who needs ‘em!
An owl who is afraid of flying outside in big open spaces has been given his own red brick house. Gandalf the great grey owl gets scared flying out in the open so his owners have built his aviary inside a brick shed. He now spends his days watching the world go by out of his window. “He is a bit of a wuss as he doesn’t like flying in big open spaces,” said owner Janet Southard, who runs the Wild Arena photography company, based inside Knowsley Safari Park near Liverpool.
Picture: Mark Bridger / Rex Features (via Pictures of the day: 1 November 2012 - Telegraph)
I understand the rationale, but it depresses me. So I’ve started drinking. At 11:30 am. I’ve been pre-tired for three months and this is the first time I’ve day drinked (drunk? drinken? drunken?)… something is wrong with me.
3 c old fashioned oats (1 cup ground in a food processor to flour)
1 c sunflower seeds
1/2 c pepitas
1/2 c hazelnuts
1/2 c flax seeds
1/2 c almonds
1 t cinnamon
1/2 t cardamon
1/2 t ginger
1/2 c maple syrup
1/4 c brown sugar
2 T butter, unsalted
1/2 t salt
1 t vanilla
Mix oats through ginger in a large bowl, ensuring that the spices are distributed throughout. In a saucepan, combine syrup, brown sugar and butter and heat to bubbling. Turn off heat, stir in salt and vanilla. Pout wet ingredients into dry ingredients. Let rest 10 minutes. Bake at 300F for 75 minutes, stirring every 30 minutes, trying your best to ensure that every oat gets brown but being careful not to break up the clumps.
Serves 4 “me”s, but if you’re non-disordered and can eat granola in moderation, more like 8-10.
I wish there was a late night talk show with ONLY wildlife experts guests. I want to see awesome animals every night.
Having a number of beverages in my fridge - not half-finished 20-oz bottles of soda, but homemade unsweetened iced tea and cold brew syrup - makes me feel like a grown-up.
okay, I will take all of your wine now.
I have an ice cream competition tomorrow.
I am also studying for the bar exam.
Guess which one is currently causing me the greater amount of anxiety…
I gotta get my mind right…if I’m going to smoke the competition at this ice cream takedown tomorrow…
g’dammit. wrong priority. i mean, i should write the rest of those essays and mpts for today and tomorrow so that i don’t fall behind.
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yeah. right.
I can only concentrate on lectures if I’m also knitting. Weird. (Taken with Instagram)
I (finally!) got my grades back for the semester. (Registrar: “I can haz my “you have offically graduated” email?!). I’m pretty sure I did the whole law school thing backwards: I did FAR AND AWAY better 3L year than I did 1L. And it certainly was not because I took easy classes.
I think a big part of it was (a) not being distracted by falling in love and (b) not giving a whole lot of fucks. It’s amazing how job security brightens your outlook…(and helps you get better grades?! You always get things when you don’t need them…)
EDIT: On second thought, you can never underestimate the comparatively fewer fucks your classmates give. Nearly all of my grades this year were in curved classes. Sure, I didn’t give many fucks, but my classmates, and grade competitors, gave even less. That = better grades for me!
Hannah | Girls
this quote is my current spirit animal.
…and it’s brought up so many unexpected emotions, y’all…
sorry bro-sefs. :(
Leash training #catladyforlife (Taken with instagram)
i aspire to be the woman gretchen jones says that she aspires to dress.
who is the ‘gretchen jones’ girl? (your ideal consumer.) I think my ideal consumer is between 25-45. She’s a woman who appreciates dressing as an outlet for personal expression and interpretation. She’s a bit of a romantic, likes feeling pretty and lives an active life. To me, the Gretchen Jones woman is the kind you want to fall in love with. Playful, thoughtful, smart and definitely one you notice when they walk in a room…not because they have on one of my crazy prints, but because they radiate loving energy and confidence in an electric and positive way. And then you notice how she put herself together;)
