Redesigning & Reimagining.

Well, well, well. We’re coming up on one year of VSCO worthy photos, caffeine-fueled rants, and me building a brand that seems scary close to if Cher Horowitz found Instagram. And while I’m still the same bruncher I started as, I’ve also had a lot of new experiences along the way to blogging bliss.

I’ve decided to finally give my blog the love it deserves because much like Corinne on Bachelor In Paradise, it’s been begging for attention. Gotta update it like a closet. To Goodwill with the old, and to Urban for the new. Unless it’s vintage. Then it stays.

Here’s the rundown. Think of it like the next IOS release. Kinda pointless but worth the wait.

  • Name

Goodbye Campus City Classic. It was nice knowing you. The mouthful is gone, and in its place is a new sleek and ready player to take its place. THE NEXT CLASSIC will focus on the upcoming chapters of my life. Finding my next passions, next favorite moments, and next blog binges. Get ready for some of the same, avocado toast is probably not going anywhere, and some things that are a little different. Being single for the first time in a while is one of them. Eating a spoonful of hummus for lunch is definitely not.

  • Categories

Time to take my love of organizing to the streets. Under the HOME tab on the main screen you’ll be able to navigate to different classified posts. It’s pretty intuitive, but I’ve decided to break it down anyway.

Coffee Chats is my most general category- find your favorite food-fests and open letters here. All Things Socials focuses on my best friend and truest love, social media. Cheers to College is mostly about tailgates and study dates. Dear… are my spotlight pieces on the people who are just a little special to my life. GirlBoss is basically internship porn and Probably At The Gym is my tribute to my favorite pastime. And last but not least, Shutterbugs holds my photo diaries of picture perfect memories.

  • Design

Just keeping it in trend. Stripes haves always been a wardrobe staple so it’s time to bring them to the big leagues. The background photo was snapped in a SOHO H&M, somewhere very close to my heart and my closet. And nothing withstands changing times like black and white with a pop of color.

  • Logo

All the classics have it. Elizabeth Taylor, Marilyn Monroe, and of course, Taylor Swift. It was time to join the pack and order the Kylie Jenner lip kit to match. Rumor has it a red lip never goes out of style.

So, welcome to chapter two. I officially own the domain, so we’re not going anywhere. Buckle in for another year of lattes, ripped jeans, and mural hunts.



Stuck in my Head: There’s a Honey // Pale Waves

Props to me for pulling this redesign off in one day. The only thing I’ve ever procrastinated and it looks like it worked out. Maybe I’ll have to try it again sometime. And a huge thank you to Lorde Radio on Spotify and Coco’s Popped Ricecakes for getting me through it. 

Things I Learned In My Cubicle.

Honestly, I never pictured myself sitting front row to a desktop computer in a sea of beige, but after this summer, I can proudly say it’s not as bad as the movies make it out to be. I spend an absurd amount of time imagining myself sitting city side, latte in hand, working to create the next big thing in an office that gets bagels regularly delivered. So, when I was handed a non-Mac and a desk chair I was definitely brought back to reality.

My summer internship has been insane. Aside from a team of the smartest people I’ve ever met, I’ve grown from Googling what SEO (Search Engine Optimization*) stands for to an amateur, asks a million questions to make sure she’s doing it right, crawler.

Here are some other things I’ve learned along the road to 40 hours a week x 10 weeks.

1. Business Casual(ly missing wearing chokers everyday)

A huge adjustment was swapping body suits for blazers and getting into the professional mindset stylistically. But no worries guys, I found ways to incorporate my favorites into corporate life. Enter silver platform sandals, big hoop earrings, and plenty of denim on denim. What once required a separate shopping trip to “Mom Stores,” is now about creativity, subtleness, and compromise. Not going to lie though, I’m happy to be back in the land of the fashionably free.

2. The Question Game.

A huge skill I’ve cultivated this summer is called “The Informational Interview.” It’s when you sit down, one on one, and play Vogue 73 Questions. People love to talk about themselves and being young, eager, and work force un-ready, it’s been really helpful to hear their stories and tips. It’s mostly about tuning in and asking the right questions to get the most out of every discussion. For me, I always try to lead back to creativity, career growth, and the culture of a company.

3. Making the First Move.

Being the youngest intern of 63 was a little daunting. Even though there were plenty of rising juniors, it was scary to know that I’m the only one walking into work with that “I just experienced college for the first time” vibe. But over time, and through a cross-department intern project, I came to realize it’s just about reaching out and being open. Basically that whole turning off the resting bitch face and making friends thing. And a lot of the interns had interesting experiences and stories that I could learn from.

So, while I still might be Baby, I’m definitely not in a corner. What a nice, little taste of the real world. Now, let’s go back to tailgates and late-night pizza. 


Stuck in my Head: Faded Heart // BORNS
Snap it: Internship HQ

Search Engine Optimization is optimizing/changing/manipulating a website to help it perform better on Search Engines. The goal is to get your site to the top of the page after a search (aka: to rank well in the results). It’s basically a language I’m still trying to learn to speak. Thank god for Google.

And if you’re curious, my site is not very optimized. Don’t blame the blogger, blame the world she blogs in. 

Tomato, Sweet Potato.

Everyone loves a good vacation. Whether you’re a sand in my toes or skyscrapers as far as the eye can see kind of traveler, there are very few people who would hate on an escape from everyday life.

I’ve been very fortunate to hit some amazing cities in my life so far, Lisbon and Reyjkavik topping the list. But no matter where the plane lands, my travel goals are still the same. Find the soul of the city. Make a memory. Capture the moment. 

On my latest venture to the ever-so iconic concrete jungle, I started to think about the different values people have when exploring. For some it’s food, others it’s adventure. And it can really change the way a trip unfolds.

Finding the perfect travel companion is like picking the perfect pair of Adidas. The styles might be very similar, but one detail can make the difference. For me, I look for a photographer, a stylist, an honest evaluator, and an eye for a unqiue perspective. Someone ready to hunt for hidden jems to earn a double tap at the end of the day… and maybe split an almond-milk latte in there, too. 

There’s more to all this than just a curated feed. Of course, location (besides company) is everything in an experience. A jungle excursion to Costa Rica doesn’t call for the cutest pair of over-the-knee boots (unless you’re going for a totally Gigi Hadid Vogue vibe), and rainy walks around Key West might require some waterproof, not-so-hot gear. Stepping out of the airport is a commitment to embrace the moment, so strap on your zip lining harness and splash through the puddles with a smile. 

Pulling it back to the main point, travel is different to everyone. You say tomato, I say sweet potato. But in the end, no matter where you go and why, you’re getting the chance to explore the world. And nothing is better than that. Period.

 


Stuck in my head: Woke the F Up (acoustic) // Jon Bellion
Snap it: The Whitney Rooftop, NYC

Reconnecting and Redownloading.

Well, it’s been almost two weeks since I declared myself social media free. All apps deleted. Accounts logged out of on computers. Offically memeless. Nothing but a good old text message to keep me in the loop. And while the two weeks seems like a hot second, it feels like it’s been ten years since I’ve double tapped. I took the break for personal reasons, but learned more than a major hack to save battery.

The first thing I realized is that when you unplug and socially go off the grid, you’re more sensitive to how much time other people spend on their phones. While at the beach with my fab friends, I think I said “disconnect to reconnect” more times than I made a Bitch Bible reference. I was looking to my friends for special moments and memories where I would normally look to Snapchat. Truly revolutionary. I feel like a completely new person. Call me Jordan 2.0. 

But the hardest part of all of this is that social media is more than a time-passer to me. It’s a creative outlet for me for both visual and literary purposes. Committing to not blogging made me want to write more, not posting made me want to share more, but it was important for me to detach and reconnect with other things in my life that I love.

Today I rejoin what brings me more joy than a Friends marathon. Redownload. Mega-stalk. Mega-share. And what says return to social media like a weekend getaway to NYC with one of my favorite photographers and her kickass college roommates.

I’ve got a whole lot of scrolling to do. It’s good to be home. 


Stuck in my head: Cold Little Heart // Micheal Kiwanuka
Snap it: Rehoboth Beach

Island Time

Here’s to lava fields, bright blue water, and infinite waterfalls. 

Last week I crossed something major off my Instagram/life bucket list. The one, the only, a global treasure, Iceland. From the moment we landed in Keflavik (and I saw an adorable coffee shop in the airport followed by countless murals on the drive to the city) I knew I’d cherish every single second I would spend in front of these mountain ranges and behind my iPhone camera lense. And it all lived up to expectations.

Grab your parka and your poncho. Some Haribos for the ride. Call me Glacier Girl because I’m about to take you on a photo tour of the most beautiful 5 days of my life. 

But all you really need to experience Iceland is your favorite travel companions. And luckily I had mine. 


Stuck in my head: Feel it Still // Portugal the Man
Snap it: Reykjavík, Iceland

An Open Letter To Online Shopping.

Dear Online Shopping,

You’re pretty great. I mean who doesn’t love clothes you love at your doorstep in the blink of an eye. My appreciation only grows with the number of boxes that show up on the daily. 

But there’s one thing we have to talk about a little bit. Just a small complaint. Please don’t get mad. Here it goes.

It’s so hard to build a virutal wardrobe when sizing isn’t consistant between sites. There’s no way a size small from Brandy Melville is the same size small from Madewell. And well, it’s kind of frustrating to always have to play this guessing game.

And I know this is a tough problem to fix. But I feel like the illuminati of online retail can come together and settle on standard measurements for the world to follow. It’s not thaaaat difficult. Just one little meeting and it’s all over. Urban Outfitters, Topshop, J.Crew, you guys can spearhead this one, right?

Free returns TOTALLY help. Any site that isn’t free returns can kiss my fashion forward foot goodbye. Free shipping doesn’t hurt either, by the way. But maybe we can follow Birchbox’s lead and figure out a better system for finding the perfect piece. Or we could create a more understandable measurement guide. Something like “If you have the butt of Kim Kardashian but the arms of Karlie Kloss, this dress is probably for you.”

Like I said, you’re truly a life changing. Gotta say, slightly mad at you for putting brick-and-mortar on the fritz because I love a good rack hunt, but the best part of all of this is that you’re still maturing. Everyday there’s something new; from same day delivery to online exclusives, this is only the beginning and you have so much potential. 

So, let’s just fix this while you’re ahead. No pressure, but the fate of fashion’s future rests in your shopping cart. 


Stuck in my head: New Slang // The Shins
Snap it: Madewell, Tyson’s Corner mall

Headphones in…

Before I was ~cultured~, the only iTunes playlist that got any attention was, undeniably, my Taylor Swift collection. In between sessions of fangirling and building my shrine, I downloaded endless hours the pop-country crossover. It was part of my identity. I was Taylor Swift, Taylor Swift was me.

Let me set the scene for you and really let you grasp the scale of my dedication. I turned my room into a photo gallery, pasted her outfits on my mirror for inspiration, left sleepaway camp for her concert (1 of many), memorized her addresses (and took pictures outside when I visited), had fan pages, and blocked close friends on social media for criticizing her. Honestly, this list could go on, but let’s leave me with some dignity.

It wasn’t just her that I loved, it was the way her music made me feel that I fell in love with. Knowing all the words to a song is exciting. Knowing all the words to all the songs on every album is a sense of community. And it wasn’t until my senior year of high school, 6.5 years after the obsession started, that I realized other artists could make me feel the same way.

Discovering new sounds was incredible. Landmark Music Festival was a huge turning point for me, as was growing to love MC and the music he listened to. I’ve found some of my favorite music since then: Houndmouth, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, HAIM, Lorde. My transition from Swift to the streets (this is a reference to the college essay I wrote on her) marked my *true* maturity.

So while walking the Dover Downs at Firefly (a music festival) this past weekend the question that caught my eye was “what does music do for you?” And it took me a hot second to figure it out, but I think music has helped me grow and change and seek new opportunities. It’s taught me that you can always find a new passion, and it doesn’t have to replace an old one.

I’ll always be willing to trade an arm and a leg for another chance to stand stage side at Taylor’s concerts. It’s part of who I am and what I love. I just don’t need to wear an entire outfit with her face on it and talk to pictures of her anymore.

Wow, look at all this adultness. If you knew me between 2011-2015 you probably thought this day would never come. Well, same.


Stuck in my head: Sober II (Melodrama) // Lorde
Snap it: Firefly Music Festival

Passing Down the Pom Poms. 

Growing up with a sister is basically having a servant, a best friend, and a number one fan by your side constantly and endlessly. So it’s every little diva’s dream. Lucky for me, I didn’t just get a sister, I got Callie. There is no one more agreeable in the entire world than that girl. She played with all the ugly Barbies, ate all the burnt chicken nuggets, and still smiled like she was just handed the key to the world. 

My Dad always tells the story that right before she came home from the hospital, he sat me down and told me it was time to step into the big sister role. He claims I maturely adjusted my personality and it was a perfect fit. What I really think happened was I learned that by being around Callie I could get more attention. Nonetheless, we became glued at the hip. The Kit to my Kat. The green vegetable to whatever was for dinner. The Dinks to my Baby (our childhood stuffed animals).

As she’s matured over the years, out of her skulls and punk rock phase into a more classic middle school era, so much is exactly the same as the brown eyed baby that changed my life fourteen years ago. Same sense of humor that leaves you teary-eyed and hunched over. Same scary level of maturity that makes college kids forget she’s actually still in middle school. Same love for our family and commitment to making people happy. Our closeness is one of the reasons going to college was so difficult. It created so many holes in my life I didn’t realize she’d been filling. And what sucks is that I know this will never get easier, it’s just part of growing up and accepting change. 

I can only imagine it being hard to live in the shadow of an older sibling, yet Callie’s never been one to follow exact footsteps. When she started gymnastics years ago I really thought that was the end of her living my same adventures. And while she created her own memories and gained skill and strength that continuously shames me into the gym, I always wished for her to experience high school the way I did from the 50 yard line, poms in hand, team of amazing girls by my side. 

When Callie decided to pause her gymnastics career and tryout for Poms this year it was really everything I could’ve asked for. After such hardwork, I’m proud to say I’ll get to swap places with my best friend and cheer her on from the sidelines. Warning: I’ll probably be bawling my eyes out.

Callie, you have such a strong, positive energy to you and I can’t wait to see you bring this to everything you conquer in life. This post is sounding more like a Bat Mitzvah speech than a funny, lighthearted tribute to you, but you’ve been asking for a post and I definitely owe you one. I’ve never doubted your ability to succeed, and I can’t wait to see you make this your own. Love every second of it, even when it’s miserable and painful, because it’s over so fast. Every high V, every turn, every C-Jump. You’re in for such an unforgettable ride. I’m so grateful you get to live this part of my journey. 

No, I’m not crying. I’m just allergic to my sister growing up. 


Stuck in my head: Superbass // Nikki Minaj
Snap it: National Gallery of Art, DC

Coach Kaleigh, if you see this, Callie is much funnier than me, but PLEASE don’t like her better. I still need your love. 

LinkedIn-spiration Or…

Nothing passes the time like a good social media stalking. Doesn’t matter the platform, it’s always fun to see your stalkee grow up right before your eyes. Three years ago they were tweeting about how Miley just can’t put pants on and now it’s all climate change all the time. It’s a great way to get to know someone, without actually having to know someone. The best Instagram bio I’ve come across in all my years of internet watching: “I’ve probably stalked you too.” Amen, sister.

But one platform is so anti-stalk, it’s almost scary to lurk in the shadows. LinkedIn is one of my obsessions. To figure out if you’re old yet, update your profile until you reach Superstar Status. If that brings you immense joy your soul is probably an accomplished mom of four with a kick-ass career and always enough time to hit the gym. But lately, the idea that my social stalk victim would know I was tip-toeing around their page has stopped me from exploring my friends’ professional adventures. And I am genuinely interested in what cool steps people are taking to find their passions.

When I receive an email that someone was looking at my page it’s a two sided response. Half of me feels gratitude and excitement towards someone’s interest in me, and the other half is that annoying smirk emoji that sends “well, I am Superstar Status” vibes. During this whole internal monolouge I never even have creepy thoughts cross my mind. Whether they were using my profile as LinkedIn-spriation for building their own pages or just clicking a familiar face to grow their connection numbers, the act of looking at someone’s profile feels lighthearted, quick, and just enough detached. No fearing for your life, old man commenting on all my posts, there’s someone in my bushes worries here.

Overall, I think it’s about accepting that to build a strong network, it’s about engagement outside the walls of your house or the comfort of invisibility. LinkedIn promotes an environment to share your professional accomplishments, abilities, and ambitions. And if it’s worth stalking, it’s worth supporting. By being an active user on the platform you’re reaping more benefits than the silent Sally over there in the corner. You’re being present. You’re creating a personality to the profile picture. And more importantly you’re taking ownership of your curiousity.

There’s no shame in the social media stalking game, so get ready for a whole lot of looks.


Stuck in my head: Vowels // Capital Cities
Snap it: Union Market, DC

Losing All My Wisdom. 

Warning: This is just a quick, little life update. No profound epiphanies here. I promise.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned in the past two days, it is that I really really hate being in pain but I really really love complaining about it. 

Yesterday I got my wisdom teeth out. Upon waking up from the surgery, I cried for about 45 minutes straight. I literally sat and bawled my eyes out. Now, most of this is probably due to the drugs, but I was also terrified because 1) I did not think I had a tongue and 2) I thought there was a dog stuck in a video camera on the ceiling. So yeah, probably the drugs.

I’m also always the first person to send an Evite out to my own (self) pity party. I mean, I can do anything I set my mind to, no matter how brutal or daunting a task, but I will shed some tears along the way. Call it a flaw in my character, call it actually showing emotion. You can choose. Bottom line, party will be at 1pm tomorrow. Please bring shmushy dairy-free food. I repeat. No dairy. Let’s just call the fact that I can’t even enjoy a good ice cream sundae during my recovery another reason this party is totally and completely necessary. Also btw, presents not mandatory, but required.

Luckily I have the best childhood babysitter/second mom in the world who has spoon fed me every meal so far and allowed me to be the drama queen of the century. A few other thank yous: the male nurse who held my hand and got me a blanket as I snotted, cried, and shivered in the doctors office, my dad for watching me drool a lot of blood & making sure I didn’t get it on the furniture, my boyfriend for not breaking up with me for being a diva (we’re talking Jenna Maroney 30 Rock vibes), my sister for telling me I’m the most hilarious chipmunk ever, and my mom for planning this whole torturous affair.

I would end this with some adorable videos of me singing my two favorite musicals, Hamilton and Les Mis, while extremely under the influence of anesthesia but we really don’t need that on the internet forever. And I forgot to save the Hamilton one. So life just got a whole lot more tragic. 




Stuck in my head: Reminder // The Weeknd
Snap it: Dolcezza Factory, DC (AKA What I want to eat right now. This second. Please.)

Saying Goodbye to SuperGreens.

If you even relatively know me, you would know that every other word out of my mouth is a praise for CAVA. From their genius social strategy to having hummus so delicious I drool at the thought of it, I have such a huge appreciation for the company. As the semester winds down, I want to reflect on the most valuable things I’ve learned being part of the CAVA marketing team.

  1. Your incredibly energized when you love what you do. Sure I only worked 12 hours a week this semester, but there was never a morning I couldn’t wait to get into the office. No  matter the task, it’s always easier knowing you’re doing it for a brand you believe in with people who believe in you.
  2. There’s no shame in double Crazy Feta. Never have I thought twice about grabbing a snack or going in for another bite of Harissa Nachos. The culture and appreciation for food at CAVA runs deep and it’s taught me to savor each bite, but also each memory. Food is more than being full, it’s a relationship builder and a uniter. I mean, how can you not make a friend over a side of falafel?
  3. Being surrounded by creative people is inspiringI can’t lie, the creativity from CAVA’s marketing team often leaves me speechless or rambling “I love it” like I’ve just found the perfect prom dress. But, seeing so much originality has opened me to the concept that there are no bad ideas and you shouldn’t be scared to speak up. And while some suggestions will inevitably get shot down, it’s about getting back up, tapping into your inspiration networks, and brainstorming again. It’s a challenge not to settle for simple, but I’m excited to start better utilizing my resources (aka Pinterest & Instagram Influencers) and break out of the mold years of school have built. It’s time to get out of the box.
  4. Everything I’ve done with the team has made me more dedicated to finding my professional edge. Each person is so talented and it’s inspiring to watch them all change the fast-casual industry with each new project. Between photo/video,  graphics,  customer service, and social content, it’s impossible to choose one avenue to praise above another. Recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about my professional specialty. Sure, dedication and enthusiasm are noteworthy, but their not the driving forces of my future career. I’m scared to try new things, but I’m excited to explore more aspects of marketing and try to find my niche. Social content feels like it will always have my heart, but there are so many other sides of the field that I haven’t even begun to explore. Hiking boots on, this is going to be one long journey.
  5. Giving and receiving gratitude feels goodAfter every project, big or small, hour long or month long, someone was on the other side of it making sure my efforts were appreciated. And it always felt good to know that my hard work was giving someone else a little lighter of a load. I will never be able to write enough thank you notes for all the amazing projects I’ve done and things I’ve eaten this past semester, but the biggest one I want to express is for making me feel like part of the family. The Hummus to your Harissa. A snacktime soulmate.

So here’s to a bright future, exploring for the summer, and a semester that was so full of CAVA bowls I had to change my order 4 times.

Thank you endlessly.

Stuck in my head: My Body // Young the Giant
Snap it: Chinatown Cava

Infinite Happy Days.

Back when flurries were falling and 70 degrees was what the thermostat was set to, I started my 100 Happy Days project. Reminder: It was me basically writing down one good thing about my day every day. Easy as pie. Just some cute, fun introspection stuff. Basically yoga. More than 100 days later I am proud to report I never made it past day 50. I know what you’re thinking, total fail, right? Wrong.

My journey of putting pen to paper and getting into the whole reflection thing was definitely harder than I expected. So was actually remembering to fill out a page each night. But, I realized that each day there was always more than one thing I wanted to write down. Once again, my eyes were opened to how fortunate of a life I lead (in regards to happiness) and how the people in my life are responsible for that.

Here are the highlights and my thoughts on the whole experience, because of course, I learned something.

  1. AOII was a huge source of happiness this year. From entries about good rush conversations (Day 27) to finding my soulmate/big and having adventures with my new family (Day 40), I’ve found a lot of happiness in the moments I share with my sisters. Honestly, no surprises here, but still. Peace, love, Pandas.
  2. Food is a really great thing. Not going to lie, most entries are pretty food focused. Some favs include trying amazing pastries (Day 45), finding my heart and soul at an all Vegan restaurant in Chinatown (Day 41), & too many Metzman family dinners to qualify as being “away” at college (emphasis on Day 36 when I included the word “amazing” to describe our meal… rare…). I think my appreciation for flavor & love for building better relationships using a fork, knife, and spoon really shine in my little purple notebook. Double helpings for all.
  3. Sometimes it’s the little things that make more of a difference. My favorite things to look back on in the past 100 (cough cough 50) days are the moments that are insignificant yet still influential, smile worthy memories.My top 3:
    #1- Olivia crumping (Day 50). I don’t even remember what this means but goofing around with my shoebox-of-a-room buddy is enough to make all the pain of finals season go away.
    #2- My professor knows my name (Day 39). Don’t worry, I continue to crave approval from every teacher ever, but hey, at least I’m trying in life. This honestly still brings me immense joy. Although my grade in the class is still pending.
    #3- Organized shoes in closet (Day 24). Because what’s a girl without her wardrobe.
    Other noteworthy entries: FaceTiming my Grandparents (Day 3), being thankful for having arms that move (Day 7), buying a slurpee (Day 11), “Olivia is a boss ass bitch” (Day 20), sunny days (Day 30), and basically any workout I did in this time period- shoutout mostly to BodyPump and spin.

Overall, I think the intimacy and positivity of writing down my favorite moments has led me to a special state of mind where I can appreciate the good in each day, no matter how fleeting of a second the moment is. It’s also about being able to spot these moments when they happen, and live in them for as long as you can. Such a little thing can cause such a big smile and I love that. My outlook now revolves around remebering those little treasures and seeking them out when life feels harder than normal.

So thank you, 100 Days (aka 54 days), for helping me find, hold, and love the tiny moments that turn that frown upside down.


Stuck in my head: Ever Since New York // Harry Styles
Snap it: Chinatown

To my loyal readers, you always make my day a little better. Thanks a million and a half.