I was thoroughly saddened by the fact that all my favorite shows ended for the season. It is quite evident that teenagers are the main viewers of most of these TV shows. Why end them when teens have summer vacation? Anyways I thought I would not have any major TV shows to watch this summer, until I discovered Switched at Birth.
This show focuses on the lives of two adolescents upon discovery that they have been switched at birth. As a skeptic of ABC family I was expecting the themes to be melodramatic and predictable, but I was pleasantly surprised. The characters have depth to them. Bay putting on the facade of a cynic and Daphne maintains the persona of a good-girl, but there are cracks visible and raw. Oh, I forgot to mention I am in love with their names:
Bay Madeline Kennish
Daphne Paloma Vasquez
They are so exquisite, a fitting exotic-touch. Paloma means dove in Spanish and it’s one of those words that I consider mellifluous. The emotions and family turmoil are real and believable. The love interests are quite good-looking and watching these girls you expect them to have quite a few. It’s not a perfect show, but it’s definitely on the better end of dramas. The plot is a bit too predictable to be sheer coincidence, but it works well, never bordering cheesy. I’m two episodes in and I am hooked.
I made a resolution to make my last three days at school my most fashionable. Each day I will try to wear at least one eccentric item of clothing. Today it was my vintage silver flowers necklace and my thick gold headband emblazed by tribal patterns and rhinestones. They are more low-key than they sound, but none the less unique. Based on the compliments I received, I think they worked well. I do not get called a vogue model everyday. To think, it only took peculiar jewelry to receive such high compliments.
Anyways I was at a loss. I did not know how to continue my fashionable streak through tomorrow. I picked out a semi-normal outfit. A shirt with low V cuts in the back and front and different shades of blue layering, complete with an in-between shade of blue skinny jeans and silver jeweled gladiator sandals. It was missing that essential peculiarity. I was thinking about doing something with my hair, but my hair is a disagreeable mood refusing to put up with anything but waves. I was on the point of giving up when I decided to rummage through my sister’s endless jewelry collections. That’s where I found these:
I finally have my own feather earring. Notice how I say earring. I really like big feather earrings, but only wearing one. Two is excessive; on the other ear I simply wear a stud. The one feather earring tends to create a hair extension look that I personally love. This one earring changed the entire look of my outfit. I’m not one to keep up with fashion trends, but I think they’re going to be all the rage this summer.
It’s that time of year, finals. Without fail seeing that word makes me groan. My weekend was spent cramming logarithms and conic sections. My brain is still frazzled.
During a study break I played Russian Roulette Tea and I received an herbal mango passion fruit flavor. It sounds delightful, doesn’t it? The tea had a wonderful aromatic scent and I thought it would soothe my tense nerves. Instead it tasted like bitter orange jello, leaving a burning sensation in my throat. At least it kept me awake.
Tea amongst Study Materials:
I know in these photos my books and papers are all over the place. My study materials lying in a state of utter disarray are good indicators that I’ve studied well. Right now they are in a neat pile next to this laptop, proving that I have not studied one bit. I have completed two out of my six finals and I passed those with high-flying colors. Now I just have the remaining four to study for. Thinking about it sends my stress levels racing yet again.
I just wanted to draw attention to these amazingly adorable creations. The above ^ are photos of the cute but somewhat lonesome Amazon Box Robot. Wherever the idea originated, props to the creator. Somehow looking at the box robot reminds me of life’s struggles and how there’s always hope. Each and every individual faces their own challenges and often times they must conquer them alone. I really have the urge to hug that little box robot and considering how few photos draw emotions, that’s a sound accomplishment. Every box robot photo draws an “aww” on my part, your part, and any other viewer. Enjoy the slideshow. These are the best of box robot, in my opinion of course. (;
Apparently cellar door is considered to be the most beautiful word of the English language. Why did this cross my mind? When naming a blog I usually pick a sweet-sounding single word. I use that one word as a base for another word because the one word itself is always taken. Cerulean is my favorite word of the entire English language. It has an ethereal and graceful sound to it, but of course it is taken on every blogging site in existence. So I am left to find a second word to add to it. I have a thing for alliteration so after racking my brains and the help of the Google search engine I came up with Cerulean Seas.
Even though my search for the perfect blog name was over, my curiosity for pretty English words did not end. Words like gossamer, dulcet, veranda, Grecian, and mellifluous are featured as pretty words, and fittingly, if I say so myself. Each of these words has a nice ringing when pronounced properly. So they can understandably claim the title of pretty. Feeling bold I searched “prettiest English word” and that’s when I came across cellar door. It is pronounced seller dore. I can’t wrap my head around it. It sounds as insignificant as its literal meaning. So then why was it named prettiest word? Apparently it’s disregard for semantics renders it beautiful. I will never understand.
I thought this was a cute/funny idea. My sister moved back in from college and among other things she brought backs this jar of “Russian Roulette Tea”. I think Russian Roulette is an interesting concept, but a life at stake is too severe. This is a much less risky and enjoyable variation of the game. Inside a spaghetti jar all possible flavors of tea are crammed together. When you want to drink tea, you have to select a packet at random. You have to drink it regardless of its flavor, specific selection is not allowed. The first one I picked out happened to be “White Tea Tangerine.” It sounds awful; I’m off to try it!