Virtual Coffee Talk, 0.5

I have this theory.
I'm convinced that the consistency of blog content is inversely related to the number of daylight hours we get. More sun = bye b-word! Not that b-word, geez. Blogspot. Obvi.
Is it bad that I don't think this is half terrible? Not even, like, one-twelfth terrible? With the sun beaming so radiantly at us, I find myself actively reaching for my camera less (although this could also be due to the fact that too much sun nixes good photo lighting, but also - living! in! the! present!).
It's not that I'm not as inspired, I think. It's more that I'm trying to soak up all the inspiration while I have the chance to do so, and I'm saving all of it for a rainy day.
With that said, I have so missed coming here all the time and connecting with all of you. I miss it so bad. And really, I'm not going anywhere. I'm simply... slowing it down. For now. Until I get the urge to speed it back up again, that is.
I have so many adventures I still need to share.

• I need to talk about my spring quarter here at Stanford and how thus far, it's been my favorite overall academic experience. I mean, excepting last quarter at Oxford, but that was Europe and ergo, it doesn't count. My classes are interweaving so flawlessly ... everything I'm learning seems to actually, practically, seriously be amounting to something so big and motivating and personal.

• I should give you guys a peek into my 21st birthday celebration in San Francisco. It was all brunch and manicures and girly cheesiness ... and some glitter, too. So scandalous.

• Ooh, and then there's the crazy 24 hours I spent in New York City for an exciting interview. And how, on this day, I woke up in SoHo, spent a whole lotta hours en route to someplace or another, and then ended the day with dinner at my favorite restaurant in San Francisco.

• OH. AND. Today, I arrived back at school after a Memorial Day long weekend spent roadtripping down to Southern California by way of the Pacific Coast Highway and Big Sur. My roommate and I spent the weekend stuffing ourselves silly, exploring LA (I'll have to tell you about my celebrity encounter!), and laying comatose on a beach for two hours... which is why I'm red as an embarrassed lobster right now.

• Lastly, it's truly mind-boggling that next Friday, I'm peace-ing out on junior year, packing up my life here once again, returning to Houston for a week of parental snuggles and beef noodle soup and sleeping in until noon, and finally... moving to New York City for the summer!

So, yes. 
A brief summary of all that word vomit: May has been a crazy month of travels and opportunities and grabbing life by the b-a-double hockey sticks (s). I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
Now, I'm off to sip at my extra strong iced coffee so I can maybe finish a few final essays in time to not fail miserably.