procrastination like whoa.

it is week 2 of classes and i have spent maybe 3 hours total in the library as opposed to my usual 3-4 hours per day during previous semesters...2.5 of these total 3 hours were spent sending ridiculous emails, reading blogs, and designing awesome shirts using adobe illustrator (aka crack), including this aiesec cornell one:


the senioritis epidemic is spreading full throttle ladies and gentleman. lets hope i survive it.

the american pie cliche, but totally applicable

last night i was participating in my weekly "chapter house thursday" ritual with none other than srta. ceci, a ritual that includes beer (well cider for me), popcorn, and good company and was my saving grace last semester. yesterday was the beginning of a new semester of CHT, but with this new beginning came a blast from the past...

usually the chapter house is chock full of grad students with a few regular undergrads and townies strewn about, but yesterday there were few grads and a PLETHORA of undergrads, all of whom seemed to have lived in clara dickson hall during the 2004-2005 academic year (aka mine and ceci's freshman year). literally every single person in that bar either i knew or ceci knew and had not seen since our frosh age. they were people who had not known us past our freshman selves and so the conversations and interactions were a full of "so what have you been doing for the past three years"'s and "what are you doing next year"'s and "remember when..."'s. some convos were funny, some were awkward, but all made a point...

i am not the person i was freshman year. actually, i barely resemble that person. that only thing that is similar to that person is my hatred for david goochee, but thats only because he was such a horrid person to me and is somewhat a disgrace to the human race that the grudge will forever be there (ive let go of all other grudges, but if you knew the things this kid said to me with having absolutely NO warrant to say them you would understand). but the fact of it all is that the freshman sydney is long gone and the new "real world" sydney is starting to take shape...

heres to the next step. 

milk was a bad choice.

chavez the new fidel...at least in the eyes of venezuelan exiles talking to the nytimes.

if anyone has any opinions on chavez and the situation is venezuela i would LOVE to hear them! i try and educate myself as much as possible from news sources but i prefer hearing other perspectives that are rigged with bias...when the bias comes from both sides i believe i can get a greater "human experience" picture of the topic at hand :)

give a cheer...

so its finally starting to hit me that this is my last semester at cornell. the past week i have been unable to seriously contemplate it because ive been consumed by the presence and energy of 100 incredible girls due to my participation in an annual event known as sorority rush (for those of you who didnt know i was in a sorority...surprise!). in years past i have dreaded this annual "week vacationing in the dungeons of lucifer" as i once dubbed it and successfully opted out of it last year, but this year i was unable to have a viable excuse so i was fiscally forced to participate...

...and thank god i did. for those of you who know me you probably wouldnt think me to be the sorority type (and the truth is im not) so my above reaction may surprise you, but the truth is the only other time i can remember feeling so connected to and appreciated by an amazingly diverse and passionate group of people is my first aiesec conference in fort wayne, indiana. thats a very bold statement coming from me but its a true one. in fact, two of my favorite newbie aiesecers are now a part of my sorority :) and my best friend from the house (who happens to be my "big") is now on a traineeship in slovakia. that should give you a little insight into the calliber of ladies i am referring to.

the girls in my sorority are not your stereotypical sorority girls with cat-fights and boyfriend snatching and cocaine addictions and aesthetic critiques involving nudity, markers and fraternity boys...theyre just a really awesome group of women who are out to make their impact in the world and simultaneously have fun (aka drink and dance like theres no tomorrow), be awkward, and indulge in their quirky sides without judgement from others in the house.

ok so thats my tribute to my girly side. im done now :)


ps: i miss lindsey. there i said it

note to self:

i need to stop holding grudges. starting...now.

looking for housing?

how about a sustainable gingerbread house?

sitting in garbage: a $400 idea.

for my justmeans internship one of my tasks is to look for cool blogs that are in line with the company's mission. this may seem boring to some, but through it i have stumbled upon some of the coolest blogs and articles!

one articles i discovered in my internet travels is about ecological furniture, and being of a design mentality it just gets the brain juices flowing :) i mean look at this:

looks like a normal weaved hammock. guess what its made out of...

seat belts. fuckin cinturones de seguridad. the concept seems so simple in retrospect, but whoever thought of it in the first place is kind of a genius. and hes getting paid like a genius too...200 pounds for a bunch of old seat belts in a weave pattern. it goes to show the fiscal value of ideas.

though these furniture pieces are awesome in concept and relatively so in execution, the most beautiful ecological furniture i have come across is definitely vivavi (unfortunately i will probably never be able to afford any of their designs...but i can still drool). its what inspired me to take the furniture design studio next semester. let's see what comes out of that.

one blog year later.

while i am not awaiting an abroad adventure but rather still trying to figure out how i fit into my domestic one, in the next 7 days four of the most important and influential people in my life thus far, including this nomader, are going to be embarking on incredible abroad adventures and life-changing experiences...


...and one will be returning from his.


how much can change in a year? a fuck-ton, thats how much.

cant do the same old song and dance no more.

for my entire life i have been able to exist in an organized chaos, where i seemingly [and for the most part actually] have my shit together while living in emotional and physical chaos. i have been able to make progress in life while still maintaining an existence where i make few decisions, do minimal physically exertive activity, tie up very few loose ends (instead i let them fizzle out) and clean my room approximately twice a semester.

unfortunately my chaos aint so organized no more. i think its time to try something different.