It’s beginning…

It’s that time of year again, where all I do is study for finals, so that’s all you get to hear about. Sorry friends. I actually am sorry. I wish I could be more entertaining for the next week + some. I’ll try my hardest.

(but secretly I’m going home for like a day tomorrow night after class, so maybe I’ll tell you about that to break up the monotony?)

But, to get to the point of things: it’s also that time of year when I magically remember this gem of a video (I think my brain knows it’ll help calm the anxiety, so when I’m stressed (and only when I’m stressed) I immediately think of it…):

Isn’t it just the BEST? SO many good parts (especially the violin parts and the close ups of the singing, right??). GAH! I wish Leslie were here to watch it with me in all of our finals delirium (Dear Africa, I resent you. Love, Rebeka).

Anyway, Dustin is on his way over to drop off a bag of spinach. That guy, I tell you, such a GEM! Bringing me nutrients & things when I can’t do it for myself. 

BACK TO OUTLINING! (until my nutrients get here, then Ima NOM)!

Elk Noodle Soup?

Today I finished my Indian class (Contemporary Issues in Federal Indian Law). I turned in my paper and gave a presentation and I was done. One down, three to go (although all I need to do for my clinic is go to the last class, because since my cases settled I’m basically done with that too).

Oh finals, I’m not looking forward to you.

In related news I still can’t eat. Because my stomach hates me. And guys, I’m not one of those girls who just goes without eating. I eat all the time. I gain lots of weight during finals and it’s kind of gross (don’t judge me). Moral of the story: I’m hungry, but not. It’s weird.

Anyway, my dad gave me a package of elk meat when I came back from Thanksgiving. Then I got sick and didn’t eat it and I needed to cook it, like today. So I decided to make a very impromptu soup, figuring I could freeze it and eat it during finals. Healthy, homemade meals, done!

Also, confession, I made soup because I never cook red meat unless it’s wild game and I don’t really know how to cook red meat, besides chicken fried and in soup. So soup it was. I need to learn some new meat cooking ideas. If anyone has any please let me know.

I decided on an elk noodle soup? Like chicken noodle, but with elk? I don’t know. In my sick frenzy I was too in pain lazy to go to the store to buy necessary ingredients for a stew. But I did have some basics. And so elk noodle soup it was. And now my kitchen looks like this:

Because packaged noodles are for suckers. Also once you try homemade noodles in soup you’ll NEVER go back. It will ruin all other soups for you. True story. Don’t do it. It’s messy.

the end?

Stress and Things

So, I’m in my last week of school before finals start. And the stress is already killer. I ate at this Ramen place with Dustin last night and like immediately afterwards my body was like “F YOU for trying to eat this OR ANYTHING!” And now, I’m dying. Just dying. I think it’s stress induced mostly. But vomming and feeling super dizzy when I should be finishing a final paper that’s due tomorrow and worth 100% of my grade is no fun, NO FUN AT ALL!

But briefly I’ll tell you something that was fun: girl’s night! This happened Friday in Hood River after some belated birthday celebration with Beth and Marissa (my favorites)! We started at Brian’s Basement Bar and then frolicked around Hood River in a pack, and didn’t hang out with boys and danced and were silly and it was a lot of fun! OH, and I wore my fur vest which I loved, except when it was 1000 degrees at Jack’s dancing. That was really hot. BUT, here is a shot of all of us:

Anyway I came back to Seattle on Saturday. When I got back into town Dustin took me bowling in Bellevue and it was fun. Minus the fact that I got a 34. Because clearly I’m really good at bowling. But that’s beside the point. Bowling with Dustin = good/fun/not stressful. OH and after our bowling we played arcade games. Dustin won at air hockey, which is my favorite, so it’s a good thing I’m not competitive (true story, competitive people stress me out). And we played racing games and other fun games and I liked it very much.

And now I’m having a I don’t want to put on makeup or get out of bed type of day, which is very unlike me. I blame the stress. I think it has been hiding and it’s finally starting to emerge. So question for all of you: how do you deal with stress? I’d really like to hear your advice, because this whole eating ramen and rice then being sick for dayz because I’m too stressed to handle food thing isn’t working for me (side note: I know it’s not food poison b/c Dustin tried both my soup and my rice and he’s fine).

Now back to writing my Indianz paper and trying not to vom anymore.

P.S. sorry for all the talk about vom today

The Day After Thanksgiving (Not Black Friday)

Yesterday, Thanksgiving was delicious. It was just a delicious day in general. Most of the day was low key. Example: I spent an hour on the phone with someone in India trying to get our wireless internet working and when it finally turned on, it was a Thanksgiving Miracle (#1). Then it was the afternoon and almost dinner time and my brother’s girlfriend got off work and my friend Marissa came over and we all ate. My mom made ham AND turkey and lots of other delicious things. It was good. Then we ate pumpkin pie and wild blackberry pie and some of my belated birthday cake (which was my mom’s homemade carrot cake, and it is like, the best cake EVER). Then I went food coma status for a while and tried to craft a skirt. I semi failed. It needs more work.

Later, in the night time, I met up with Beth and Marissa. We were going to meet our friends, but they were being jerksauce/lamefaces. So instead we went to the Red Carpet (remember how I love the red carpet?) because Ho Ho’s was closed, and it was the only bar in town open, and it really was a Thanksgiving Miracle (#2)! A little while later, all of our jerksauce friends showed up, and they weren’t so jerksauce anymore and we had a girls only dance party to the classy jukebox in the divest bar in Hood River with sketchy old men watching. And it was fun times.

Today I woke up and ate pumpkin pie for breakfast. Because I don’t care about calories today or yesterday or most of the time I guess. And then I ate more leftovers later. Thanksgiving leftovers (especially leftover sandwiches, Rebeka style) may be my favorite meal in the whole world:

Today after my breakfast of pie/champions, I went to the Dalles to meet my baby Tot cousin for the first time. He was born the day after my 25th birthday and he is just so perfect! His real name is Rogue (but you should call him Tot) and we’re basically best friends (love at first sight?). Also while I was visiting he had the most giant vomit ever. It was like a fountain of vomit that barely missed Katie’s face. Silly Tot cousin!

Chip took pictures of us being in love on his phone and on his camera too, but I haven’t harassed him to send me them yet, so you’re stuck with this one of him and Katie on the day he was born:

Later tonight: belated birthday love will be had with Beth and Marissa, and then we will engage in some more girl time with more lovely ladies.

Tomorrow: I’m headed back to Seattle.

Sunday: the plan is: homework, so much homework and a whole paper about the Indianz.

I don’t want this weekend to be over. And I guess it’s not. It’s only 1/2 over. And I hope the last 1/2 is as good as the first.

P.S. The title of this post is the way it is because, confession, I don’t like black Friday. I don’t really get it. I especially don’t get why, if for some reason, you felt the need to go shopping at the crack of dawn, you wouldn’t just wake up, turn on your laptop and do your shopping from bed on amazon.com instead of waiting in like, in the rain, outside of wal mart? No one looks cute waiting in the rain in the middle of the night outside of Wal Mart. NO ONE! Not cute!

Happy Thanksgiving

I’m thankful for:

the fact that I’m home with my family today
Dustin – because he is the most kind & wonderful person I know (truth)
pumpkin pie and stuffing
my real life friends
my blog friends
music
the man who I spent an hour on the phone with this morning while setting up our wireless internet
on that note, the internet
my fluffy face cat who is so sweet and playful
canadian tuxedos
the fact that I’m so so close to being done with law school
warmth (wood stoves and heat blankets and other things too)
”the homeland”
and probably unicorns too, for good measure

HAPPY THANKSGIVING, FRIENDS!
I hope you all have the most amazing day

 

p.s. this is happening outside now:

Fur Vest Love

Yesterday when Dustin got back from Eugene he was all, “let’s go to J Crew. I want to get some manly awesome Flannel like shirts” (also, “you think that they’re cute and I’d look good in them, right?” Because I win when it comes to helping him pick out clothes). Anyway, I was like “YES PLEASE! I love that idea!! I love J Crew and man flannel and most importantly I never want to do Indianz homework ever again! EVER! Please save me!” So we went to J Crew. And he got his man flannels that are soo cute handsome! And when he went to try them on (because I forced him – you don’t just buy things without trying them on first, c’mon) the woman was all, “we just got those in yesterday and they’re almost all sold out. Because they’re sooo cute handsome!” Win.

Anyway after that he suggested we go to H&M (secretly, as “a thank you Rebeka for not being all pist (yes, with a t) that I left to go to a football game on the anniversary of our first date, which clearly you were really excited about”) and unsuspectingly, I was all, alright, I LOVE H&M (but that’s kind of weird that you are suggesting we go there). But I didn’t question it. So we walked over and I found this just AMAZING fur vest (actually Dustin spotted it… so weird). And he was all I’m buying it for you as an early Christmas gift and because you let me go have fun and watch football, and because that’s what I wanted to get you for Christmas anyway, and this way you’ll shut up about how you want a fur vest sooooooo bad. And I was like, have I really been that bad? And he was like yes. Whoops, sorry!

Anyway the moral of that whole story was: yesterday I got a fur vest and I NEVER WANT TO TAKE IT OFF:

Also, yes, I am taking a picture of myself in my mirror (which makes you look like 30 lbs skinnier than you actually are, it’s kind of awesome). Because I have no friends to take one for me this morning. AND I COULDN’T WAIT!

I wanted to share all of my furry glory with you.

Also the coffee is kicking in. And I don’t want to go to Real Estate. But I must (because I’m the best law student), so we’ll chat later. BYE FRIENDZ! xxoo

P.S. not that you care (?? I wouldn’t) but here is my outfit credit: the plain white shirt is from Nordstrom, H&M FAUX FUR VEST (is the best), F21 jeans, and my boots are from an Urban Outfitters sale (because that’s how I roll).

Cheers to One Year(s)!

Yesterday Dustin and I celebrated the 1 year anniversary of our first date. Technically it was a year ago today, but he (omg guys) got last minute tickets to go watch the Ducks’ Football Game vs. USC today in Eugene. So he left this morning to go, because he LOVES his UO FB. And so we celebrated last night. And it was really really good.

Last night we went to El Chupacabra for dinner, where we went last year, a year ago, with some of his friends (Ben, Kate and Greg) for date #1. I got the pork tacos and a tecate a year ago, and I got it again last night. But to be fair, I always get the pork tacos, because they are SO GOOD!

I remember being all nervous last year before he picked me up. And changing my outfit like 50 times. And Kylee and her friend Andrea making fun of me and being like, you’re going on a DATE! And I was like NO I’M NOT, STOP CALLING IT A DATE, IT’S NOT A DATE, WE’RE JUST FRIENDS! Because we were, we had mutual friends, and he had just moved from Portland to Seattle, and he was really from Hood River, and guys, WE WERE JUST FRIENDS!

But then after my date, he dropped me off at my house, no kiss, even though I definitely would have liked it if he would have decided to make the move (did I really just admit that for the first time on my blog?!), and I went inside and thought to myself, yeah, that was definitely a date. Fuck.

Oh and also, I was kind of tipped off as to the whole date thing when after dinner, we went to Kate and Ben’s apartment, and we were playing darts and I kept throwing them into the wall because I sucked and we were all laughing together, and then Ben came up to us and put his arm around me and was all “I like her SO much more than any of the others. Please keep her around.” And I was all, fuck, even Ben thinks we’re on a date.

(sorry for all the swearing today ha)

And then, the next day (a year ago tomorrow), I went to Kell’s downtown with my sorority sisters and proceeded to drunk text him and confess my undying love. Well, maybe not exactly undying love, but something like that. And then the rest is history. All of our magical love and things.

Anyway, last night we went to dinner, and then to Safeway, to get some beer, and then headed back to his apartment to watch a movie. This is what we ended up with (because we’re classy AND FUN):

Mini Keg!

And then I slept on his new mattress and didn’t die. And this morning we had breakfast (eggs and bacon and hash browns and coffee and OJ) together, and now he’s on his way to Eugene to watch the game.

I really like that guy. Yay to a whole year!