ramble on, maestro

I’m procrastinating studying for my midterms so I’m going through my photos from this summer and reminiscing. 
The second week I was studying abroad in London, my iPhone, purse and passport were stolen, which basically meant that I was screwed. I had to buy a new phone and had to cancel all of my trips I was planning on going to, like Amsterdam. My last week in London I was finally able to get an emergency passport from the US embassy. I had secured another internship in London the week after my program ended, which gave me about five days to travel. So while everyone else headed back to the states once our study abroad program ended, I was able to meet my parents in Paris. 
Even though I had survived perfectly well without them, I did miss my parents a lot. However, I surprised myself when I started crying after being reunited with them. I’m not a very emotional person, especially in public. I think it was the culmination of events - being reunited with my family and my world travels coming to an end. Also, maybe a tiny bit of sleep depravation. 
My dad is a huge traveler who has insatiable wanderlust. He had our entire trip planned out - day by day - which area of the city we would visit, where we would eat, etc. My family had travelled to Paris when I was eight, but I don’t remember any of it.  Because we did the “touristy” thing last time we were here, he wanted explore more of the local culture of the city. I begged and begged them to let us go to at least some tourist attractions. After about an hour of my incessant begging, they finally agreed that we could go to the Eiffel Tower.  
Excitedly, we embarked on our adventure to the Tour Eiffel. Except when we got there, it was closed because the workers were on strike. Admittedly, I was more than a little heartbroken, but I couldn’t stop laughing because it was just my luck. After the shitstorm I went through with the police and all of my stuff getting stolen, nothing could shake me now. 
I still had an amazing day, as witnessed by the photo above, taken by my lovely father. And hey, we saved 40 euros, which went toward the “Let’s Get Lesley A New Purse” foundation. 

I’m procrastinating studying for my midterms so I’m going through my photos from this summer and reminiscing. 

The second week I was studying abroad in London, my iPhone, purse and passport were stolen, which basically meant that I was screwed. I had to buy a new phone and had to cancel all of my trips I was planning on going to, like Amsterdam. My last week in London I was finally able to get an emergency passport from the US embassy. I had secured another internship in London the week after my program ended, which gave me about five days to travel. So while everyone else headed back to the states once our study abroad program ended, I was able to meet my parents in Paris. 

Even though I had survived perfectly well without them, I did miss my parents a lot. However, I surprised myself when I started crying after being reunited with them. I’m not a very emotional person, especially in public. I think it was the culmination of events - being reunited with my family and my world travels coming to an end. Also, maybe a tiny bit of sleep depravation. 

My dad is a huge traveler who has insatiable wanderlust. He had our entire trip planned out - day by day - which area of the city we would visit, where we would eat, etc. My family had travelled to Paris when I was eight, but I don’t remember any of it.  Because we did the “touristy” thing last time we were here, he wanted explore more of the local culture of the city. I begged and begged them to let us go to at least some tourist attractions. After about an hour of my incessant begging, they finally agreed that we could go to the Eiffel Tower.  

Excitedly, we embarked on our adventure to the Tour Eiffel. Except when we got there, it was closed because the workers were on strike. Admittedly, I was more than a little heartbroken, but I couldn’t stop laughing because it was just my luck. After the shitstorm I went through with the police and all of my stuff getting stolen, nothing could shake me now. 

I still had an amazing day, as witnessed by the photo above, taken by my lovely father. And hey, we saved 40 euros, which went toward the “Let’s Get Lesley A New Purse” foundation. 

Chilling at the Eiffel Tower with a gorilla. It’s casual. 

Chilling at the Eiffel Tower with a gorilla. It’s casual. 

IT FINALLY FEELS LIKE FALL!

IT FINALLY FEELS LIKE FALL!

Reminiscing from the past two weeks. I just want to go relive them again. Here is me and one of my best friends, Mickey right before a video shoot where we had to be zombies. We look so fierce. I love my friends.

Reminiscing from the past two weeks. I just want to go relive them again. Here is me and one of my best friends, Mickey right before a video shoot where we had to be zombies. We look so fierce. I love my friends.

1 year ago / 2 notes / me, personal, zombie, makeup,
Stu(DYING): a photographic presentation of how I imagine I am going to die in this library from suffocation by textbooks. (Taken with Instagram)

Stu(DYING): a photographic presentation of how I imagine I am going to die in this library from suffocation by textbooks. (Taken with Instagram)

It’s a beautiful summer day outside and I am stuck in the library because it’s midterms for my online courses. I’m only taking P.E. and Anthropology but I have to get everything that’s due this week done today because I’m going to the lake tomorrow with some friends (literally the only thing that is keeping me going right now). What do I have to do?
Anthropology quiz
Anthropology exam
P.E. midterm
P.E. Fitness Assignment
3 module discussions for P.E. 
2 Anthropology discussions
I might just die in this library. 

It’s a beautiful summer day outside and I am stuck in the library because it’s midterms for my online courses. I’m only taking P.E. and Anthropology but I have to get everything that’s due this week done today because I’m going to the lake tomorrow with some friends (literally the only thing that is keeping me going right now). What do I have to do?

  • Anthropology quiz
  • Anthropology exam
  • P.E. midterm
  • P.E. Fitness Assignment
  • 3 module discussions for P.E. 
  • 2 Anthropology discussions

I might just die in this library. 

Ten inches gone and on its way to Locks of Love. BOOM. Bye long hair!

Ten inches gone and on its way to Locks of Love. BOOM. Bye long hair!

Leaving to go get all of my hair chopped off and donated to Locks of Love! I’m so nervous and excited at the same time. My hair hasn’t been this short since I was 7 and my hair doesn’t always cooperate. But I’ve been wanting to do this for such a long time. It makes me feel really good to know that I am going to make a little girl smile. 

Leaving to go get all of my hair chopped off and donated to Locks of Love! I’m so nervous and excited at the same time. My hair hasn’t been this short since I was 7 and my hair doesn’t always cooperate. But I’ve been wanting to do this for such a long time. It makes me feel really good to know that I am going to make a little girl smile. 

Went clubbing for the first time on Thursday. Basically my friends were rocking out while I succeeded at looking as white and awkward as possible. 

Went clubbing for the first time on Thursday. Basically my friends were rocking out while I succeeded at looking as white and awkward as possible. 

Today.

Today.

Do I look older? :)

Do I look older? :)

2 years ago / 3 notes / birthday, gpoy, me,
Admiring the view.

Admiring the view.

Today.  (Taken with instagram)

Today. (Taken with instagram)

This is my Hell Week face. NOT AMUSED.

This is my Hell Week face. NOT AMUSED.

2 years ago / 2 notes / hell week, uga, college, me,
 
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Lesley. 21.
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