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The summer is virtually over, save for a couple of last-ditch attempts to rally the troops and trek out to the beach, or perhaps regroup for one last family game night. However, my summer has just barely begun. 

I realize I haven't posted in a blue moon or three, but alas; I didn't actually fall off the face of the planet! [although there were a couple moments in which I would have liked to]. 

More realistically, I was bogged down in schoolwork. What's that you say? Summertime isn't for schoolwork? I must be doing something wrong then. While everyone else has been making casual jaunts to various tropical destinations, the most festive thing I could come up with was to bring my physics textbook to the pool with me whenever I dared to leave my hovel [dorm]. 

On the rare occasion that I did manage to trek off campus, though, I did my best to make the most of it. So what I have for y'all today, lovelies, is a collection of the best moments of my "summer" thus far. I'll spare you the physics talk and cut right to the good stuff. 

<mission peak v.2--sunrise edition>

<mission peak with the crew>

<pageant of the masters in laguna beach>

<recycle bookstore in downtown san jose>

<sunset view from my dorm>

<flowers at the campbell famer's market>

aaaaand that's pretty much it. thanks for sticking with me, darlings. 

xo

Tastefully Inept

So Much Love

I just need to take a second to appreciate my darling [dorkling] roommate. 

Alright, moment is up. Moving on.. 

Just teasing. 

Whew. College.

Well cheers, folks. 

We have made it not-so-successfully through two quarters of college.

Considering what a procrastinator I have proved to be--time and time again--I feel it is only appropriate to make my New Year's resolutions now. New quarter resolutions. BAM. In retrospect, I definitely have a few insights that should help me [and potentially some of you] get through the next quarter/semester/month, etc. Whatever floats your boat. 

So here we go. 

Higher

Higher--evocative of loftier altitudes, attitudes, and aspirations. I realize it really hasn't been quite that long since I last checked in, but much has transpired regarding those three wonderfully alliterative alterations [hah]. 

However, my thoughts are not coming through in an organized fashion today, so I apologize for exposing you to the quirky madness and mayhem that represents the inner workings of my brain.. 

..I cant really think of a more thorough way to prepare you, so I might as well begin.. A list perhaps? I dig. 

Let's Dance to Joy Division.

Well kids. This is it. Morning of my last day of high school. My mom insisted upon snapping a few pictures as I bounced around the kitchen attempting [failing] to get out the door on time, but I think she only managed to capture a few mildly confused and distracted glances.. nothing to be compared to my gleeful grins as I prepared for my first day of kindergarten. [I was a late bird back in those days, clearly I should still be.]

{pinspiration}

Ladies and gents, maintain a firm grasp on your stockings; I have a revelation for you. I have found my latest [and perhaps greatest] obsession. Pinterest. 

Though I often used Pinterest to find inspiration for some of the yummy treats I attempted for the senior project, until quite recently I was left unaware of the magnitude to which Pinterest would enthrall me in pursuit of my every whim. Behold, lovelies! I have Pin-boards for travel, I have pin-boards for pretty drinks, I even have pin-boards for scrumptious foods, darling dresses, and dapper dudes. [ha]

To New Beginnings.

I propose a toast. 

I never really followed up with y'all at the end of this project--that's right lovelies, IT'S OVER-- so here I am, scraping together the pieces like I usually do. After all of the stress, writer's block, and late nights pinning recipes when I probably had something much more productive to be doing, my senior project is over. 

Pi Day? pie day!

March 14th. A hallowed day in math and science classrooms nationwide, as teachers and students alike join together to celebrate the importance of the infinite decimal pi. Beginning with 3.14, and continuing on without rest [as I'm sure many of my posts may appear to do], pi reveals every other relevant number or string of numbers in human and not-so-human existence. 

It is also delicious. 

Up to My Ears.

Well, lovelies, it has been a while.

Much has transpired since you last heard from me -- and although it may appear differently, I was not, in fact, attempting to go off the grid, 007-style. I have simply been, as this post title would suggest, up to my ears.

Bear with me, if you will, and I will make an attempt to catch you up on the antics of yours truly that have been keeping me occupied over the past few months.

Flattery

At some point recipes become irrelevant to the gifted cook. There is a pivotal moment where complete mastery of the kitchen transcends the age-old reliance on the shackles of a traditional recipe. At this climax--a spontaneous combustion of flavor and appetite--the true talent rises to the surface, like the cream in fresh milk. 

What's that? You think I'm basking in my own triumph? 

You flatter me.