We Stay Awake

life after midnight

easy like sunday morning

I had a great day of trail-walking and bloody mary’s and football. I said I would enjoy this time off and dammit, I am.

Here, look:

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Now I’m watching AFV and curating a list of costumes that my boyfriend might actually like.

So far, I’ve got: tooth fairy and dentist, prince and princess, or Goose and Maverick. I reallllllllly wanna DIY a massive tulle skirt, so I’m pushing toward something that involves a tiara. Anybody else have ideas? I’ve been eyeing a catwoman bodysuit that kind of  has my name on it, which might beat out all of the other contenders. Meow.

I also made Broma Bakery’s caramel apples this morning, which blew everyone’s mind. You can find her recipe here and pictures of the beauties below.

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Can you tell I’m completely obsessed with her blog?

That’s all for today. Just an update, some pictures, and a really great recipe. Enjoy.

 

saturday nights

I just took a shower so hot it scalded my skin, steam is still leaking out of the bathtub and curling at the edges of my mirror. I covered myself with shea butter, swallowed my handful of supplements and vitamins sitting next to my bed and curled up next to the computer screen: another Saturday night.

This isn’t all for lack of options. I could’ve road-tripped to East Lansing to see a friend, to Chicago to see another. I have a call scheduled with my other half in 22 minutes that I’ve been waiting for all week and I made a batch of to-die-for peanut butter cookies that has the whole house smelling like the inside of a JIF container.

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a new home

Welcome back to the new and improved WeStayAwake. It’s still undergoing some renovation: friends are working on a new logo and header, I’m playing with fonts and color schemes and an overall theme of the blog as I transition from college to a gap year to, eventually, law school. It’s going to be good. Stick with it a while longer while I get it there.

In the meantime, I intend to use this space more frequently. I told a friend (a new friend!) yesterday that revamping this blog meant that I would actually have to write more, and how scary that seemed to me after being away for so long. She was so encouraging, telling me that it’s an opportunity, and an exciting one at that.

Speaking of my new friend, this would all be impossible if not for the help of Sarah Fennel, author and baker-extraordinaire at Broma Bakery. She spent two and a half hours with me at Starbucks going over widgets and plugins while I fumbled around WordPress stupidly. She is a saint. She even welcomed me into her home (her beautiful home) and sent me off with a homemade caramel apple. Like, real caramel. Not the Werther’s stuff boiled down and slathered on,  like I would’ve done.

With the makeover, I’ve been working on a new vision for the site. One that includes more pictures, more content that isn’t just personal. I guess you could say that I’m transitioning from “personal blog” to “lifestyle blog,” but that sounds a tad bit pretentious for my liking and, really, I’m living with my parents and applying to schools, so I’m not sure if anyone would want to mimic this lifestyle anyway. But I have years worth of beauty tricks that I’ve amassed from blogs and magazines, new time for crafts and pinning and reading and the like, and my usual posts on life and love and school and work and whatever I want to rant on that day in the voice that some of you have been following for these past four years.

Come back soon, I promise it’s going to be good.

-Erin

 

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Under construction

WeStayAwake is undergoing a makeover! It’s a total mess right now as I switch from my home of four years (tumblr) over to wordpress. In the meantime, archives at the bottom of the page and any suggestions you have can be sent to my email address in the contact box above!

manhatten:

Was looking through my activity on tumblr and saw that you liked my audio post and legit freaked out! I just wanted to tell you that I’ve been following your blog since I was a freshman in high school and now I’m a senior applying to university of Michigan! Anyways just wanted to say that you genuinely inspire me and I’m sending you love and light from New Jersey!

Well this is the sweetest thing ever. It looks like you’ve been with me since the beginning, and I am so grateful for that. Good luck applying, Michigan will give you some of the best 4 years of your life.

xo

@manhatten asked:

Was looking through my activity on tumblr and saw that you liked my audio post and legit freaked out! I just wanted to tell you that I’ve been following your blog since I was a freshman in high school and now I’m a senior applying to university of Michigan! Anyways just wanted to say that you genuinely inspire me and I’m sending you love and light from New Jersey!

 

Well this is the sweetest thing ever. It looks like you’ve been with me since the beginning, and I am so grateful for that. Good luck applying, Michigan will give you some of the best 4 years of your life.

xo

An unjustified fear is never an excuse to take someone’s life.

Wayne County Circuit Court Judge Dana Hathaway (x)

I have never been more proud of a judge as I am of this one. Her words perfectly represent the prejudice and stereotypes that continue to plague the black community and steal away our children.

Please share.

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homecoming

Last night, a friend of Sean’s asked me which memory from my four years at Michigan had been my favorite. A graduate of four months, I blanched. No answer came to mind as I fluttered, snapshot style, through memories amassed since 2010. “It’s so cliche,” I told him, “but I can’t give you just one.”

Ultimately, I settled for the memory of breaking into the Big House with my eleven roommates. We all had stayed awake until 2 am, texting each other encouragement so as to not lose our nerve. We left on foot, crossing the mile and a half walk to the stadium in various states of sobriety and dress (I had opted for an all-black ensemble with war paint spread across my cheeks). We climbed over turnstiles or squeezed between poles to gain entry and then sprinted for the field, trading hushed whispers and hugs on the 50-yard line of the largest stadium in America. We were invincible in that moment— a mix of days-later graduates and upcoming seniors, drunk on the feel of the field— our field— beneath our sneakers. Continue reading

Thought Catalog gave me some love by publishing my piece from a year ago (you saw it here first, folks) on heartache. 

A reminder to love, to break, to heal, and to love again. 

Published by Thought Catalog

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