SOMETHING PAISLEY

This morning, my boyfriend told me that my dress looked like a fancy robe, and about halfway through the day I looked in the mirror long enough to realize that I wore two completely different earrings. Apparently having Monday off doesn't do too much in regards to helping me begin the week on the right foot. Regardless, everything is still going well! We're currently slaving over our regions and qualifying venues into our program. It's super time consuming and rather tedious (my Los Angeles region has over 800 venues alone), but it's also pretty neat. Not only am I learning my way around Southern California, but I've been seeing some of the prettiest places there are. There's an endless amount of parks, and estates, and country clubs with unreal views. There's even an occasional cross-fit gym and cemetery on the list. (I've discluded the cemeteries, since I'm considering them to be a bad omen, and the cross-fit studios haven't been given the ch...

After working in the city for only three days so far, I am remembering all of the little lessons that NYC taught me about a year ago. 1. Every minute counts. And by every minute, I really do mean every one (I can even say every second, but every minute sounded the slightest bit less cheesy). Stating the obvious, one, single minute can determine whether I get home at 7:30 or 8:00, and while that may not seem like a huge deal, imagine missing your train by one minute and having to stand at the station waiting for your train to come, while trying not to drool about the idea of the dinner you wish you had 20 minutes ago. 2. You learn to walk super fast. Last night, I had dinner at The Park with the Stonehill students who are doing the NYC internship program this semester. When I signed the bill at around 8:30, I realized I had to catch the 9:15 train, or I'd be waiting around until 10:15 (although I was at least fed this time). In the city, you walk fast. When you're walking...