holiday chill

I sit here, wrapped in my comforter on an unseasonably warm December afternoon (or so my weather app tells me - I haven't been outside), in the same red WashU sweatpants I've worn all week, chain-eating Lifesavers mints (always wint-o-green, never peppermint) and listening to my brother watch It's Always Sunny (yes he's 14, yes he is too young for it, yes he is beyond salvation). During a normal Boston week, Thursday afternoon signifies the end of 4 long days of hard work and mindful closing of the achievement gap. During this Topeka week, Thursday afternoon signifies ... nothing.

Sometimes I legitimately think I'm the laziest person who has ever existed. You should ask my parents, or my high school friends, or my college roommates, or my current roommates. If you're one of those people, you're probably nodding and thinking, I've never known anyone who can sleep so much or How can someone function with so many clothes piled on her bed? I prefer to think of myself as a person of conscious intent. If I want to be productive, I will run and cook and clean and read and write and study and cross things off my to do list like I'm Beyonce (someone I imagine never rests). But when I'm chillin, I'm chillin hard.

Here are some images of my holiday chill:

Cats out on the town

An intimate moment

These crazy kids celebrated their anniversary


A tropical Christmas


I had no button ups, & clearly we all had to match, so I had to borrow my brother's

We spent Christmas day celebrating what the day is all about: the return of the NBA! My Thunder won, the Lakers lost; it was a holy day indeed.

Someone was unhappy about the Lakers losing. He was consoled by yet ANOTHER pair of shoes.


My g-parents prepared a delish Christmas dinner



Apparently I am allergic to cats. Tara: Bear and I need to have a little chat. Side note: when did I get so attractive?!


In my most productive move of the week, I changed my phone background to a pic of this one. If you want to see a beautiful moment in cinematic history, find the next showing of New Years Eve, wait in the lobby for 90 minutes, & pop in for the end credits where Zac is dancing like he will dance on our wedding day. Ya gotta believe it to achieve it.

Ok. Now Alex, the only other contender for laziest person in the US of A, went to basketball practice, rendering me the victor... just in time to watch Dr. Phil! A little white toddler is screaming "I don't want to turn blaaaackk!" and her dad is telling her that all girls turn a little bit black on their fourth birthday. Daytime TV is the epitome of the holiday chill.