Tuesday, April 26, 2011


Blake probably has no idea that I have a blog. And if he does have any idea, he definitely hasn't read it. That aside, Blake deserves to be written about.

He and I have an interesting friendship. He is very, very good at antagonizing me publicly, and when we see each other on campus, it often begins with him shouting in a creepy, deep voice, "DEAN," and ends with me waving him off, rolling my eyes, or walking away. One time, at Paloma's busiest hour, Blake thought it was neither inappropriate nor untimely to shout, across the sea of people, how my love life is going and if I have been "getting some." My jaw dropped and I gave him a you-did-not-just-do-that look, which only encouraged his continued questioning: "Come on teeny deanie. You can tell me anything!"

He also has a million other nicknames for me, which he knows I hate being called, such as deanbo, nadine, deanbean, nadie, deanface, and of course, his all time favorite: naugghhtttyyy time. Blake thinks it's especially hilarious to call me that last one in front of people who I don't know, and it always results in me shouting, "Are you serious!? Shut UP!" and him laughing as he congratulates himself on providing yet another embarrassing moment for me.

At this point, it should be obvious that Blake and I have a love-hate relationship. Because as much as Blake drives me insane, I wouldn't write about him unless I truly loved having him in my life. Blake cares about me a lot and I know he always wants the best for me, as I do for him. And, although I hate to admit it, Blake and I have some similar, winning qualities such as our inability to know what's going on ever, really, or our tendency to (under certain circumstances) sometimes behave like ten year olds. One time at a bar in Barcelona he wouldn't leave me alone until I tied his shoe...

At the end of the day, however, Blake is a very good friend and sometimes weirdly like an older brother. When he gets on my nerves really really badly, he reminds me that he only does it because he loves me and I think that is probably true. He would never let me walk home alone...well ok, he would let me walk home alone but he also would at least provide a jacket so that I don't freeze on the way there. And I know that if I ever needed Blake for anything, he would do his best to be there. Unless he was in the middle of purchasing sunglasses or something that glows, in which case my emergency would just have to wait.

Blake has a huge heart and, despite his six foot frame, is such a kind, gentle person on the inside. I admire him not only for his individuality but also his great sense of humor and carefree attitude towards life. I am so glad I became friends with Blake, and know that as much as I hate his nicknames and jokes, I'd miss him so much if I suddenly stopped seeing him every day.

 Blakey, you really are the best, and I love you from here to Ibiza and back.

Literalllll fooooooooool.

Sunday, April 17, 2011


Nicole I know you are going to hate me for flattering you publicly like this but it has to be done and I'm sorry.

I try to avoid using cliches in my writing because I think they are corny and insincere, but Nicole is one of those people who really is beautiful on the inside and on the outside. I remember being struck by how stunning she was when I first met her freshman year, and after spending a mere twenty minutes around her, she seemed shy and maybe even a little stuck up...so I decided I would probably not like this girl Nicole very much.

My first impression could not have been any further from the truth. As I grew closer to Nicole, it became obvious that Nicole is one of those people who has absolutely no idea how gorgeous she is, no matter how many times we tell her or how many heads turned every time we walked into a club in Spain. When you first meet her, she is somewhat quiet and low key, which I initially mistook for conceited and rude. Looking back I find it hilarious that I was so wrong...Nicole is such a humble, incredible person to her very core, and is intelligent and funny and extremely genuine in everything she does.

Suffice it to say, I admire Nicole for a lot of things. First, I admire her for pursuing the things that she loves. She has a great eye for interior decorating, and has done a lot of really neat stuff around her cute beach house to spice it up a bit. She also has a keen awareness for what to/what not to wear, which especially came in handy when we were living together Sophomore year. Which takes me to my next point; I admire Nicole for her gentleness. Instead of saying, "Are you serious!? You can't wear that! That's terrible!" Nicole would  give me one of those half smiles and say, "Hey Nads I think I have something that might work better." She is gentle in everything she does, and I have never seen her raise her voice or get upset, even when Keke burned down our microwave, or when I accidentally ate cookies that were meant for Chris.

The thing that I find Nicole most admirable for is her self-awareness. She knows exactly who she is and acknowledges that she is by no means perfect. We always have great chats laughing about how sometimes we wish we were a little bit more involved in certain things, or that sometimes our heads are just a little too far up in the clouds. She is one of my best friends and someone who I cherish seeing everyday, and Nicole has been there for me in more ways than I could ever explain. We have had some of the best talks about blogs and fashion and getting your own .com website before someone else takes it, but more importantly, Nicole has taught me about love and life and loyalty and friendship.

I will never forget how easy it was for Nicole and I to blow away hours and hours at the Faborit coffee shop in Madrid, talking endlessly about our future and where we are going to be in our lives years from now. As I stared at the swirls on the top of my coffee I remember that blissful feeling taking over me; the one that only good coffee and an even better friend can bring. And although we have no idea what our futures hold, I am certain that somewhere in the world, I will have unforgettable chats about life with Nicole in a coffee shop.

Monday, April 4, 2011


When I met Sarah Marshall freshman year I didn't know what to think. I probably used the standard, "Oh that's funny, like the movie!" phrase that pretty much everyone says when they first meet her, but I can't really remember how it all happened. What I do remember after meeting Sarah was being very very afraid. Very afraid. Then I learned her nickname was "princess," which increased my fears by about tenfold.

I have often wondered what it is about Sarah Marshall that makes her so intimidating. For awhile I thought it was those perfectly feathered bangs and shiny hair, combined with fabulous cowboy boots and that confident, I-am-Sarah-Marshall-stare... Then I thought maybe it's her personality-one that exudes certainty and contentment and poise, and makes you wonder if she has ever cried a day in her life. As Sarah and I became closer friends however, I made a revolutionary discovery. Beneath that layer of Total Badass, Sarah is made of generosity, loyalty, compassion, and has a heart of absolute gold.

With Sarah, it's the little things. It's the way she returns from school to find me napping in her queen size bed, and instead of waking me up or shuffling around, she silently hops in bed and watches TV on her computer while I sleep. It's the way she drops everything to ask me how my day was if I even have a hint of a frown on my face, it's the way she always has a glass of red wine waiting, and the way I can borrow any article of clothing or pair of shoes without even thinking twice. With Sarah, it's the way she cancels plans and ditches Boyfriend to stay in and watch Sleepless in Seattle with me on a rainy night-even when I tell her it's inevitable that I will cry at the end.

Sarah and I are very different-for one, she is a great listener. She lets me talk talk talk talk talk while she laughs and makes dinner. She is nowhere near as outgoing as I am when she first meets people, and, unlike me, is careful about who she lets into her close circle of friends. However, once you're in, you're in and there's no going back. She may not say it, but she will be there for you forever. She will always take care of you, whether you need her to pick you up somewhere late at night or bail you out of jail. She may not write sappy blog posts or "ok love you!!!" at the end of every text, but she is someone who truly believes in the constant and undying power of friendship.

If you have somone like Sarah in your life, then you know there is a certain warm and fuzzy, beer buzzy sunshine feeling that comes with such a special friendship. It's called feeling incredibly incredibly lucky.