life update if you even care (your probably dont)

Hello, loves. It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Life has been pulling me in a million different directions lately, and I finally have a moment to sit down, wrapped in my blanket, a mocha in hand, and just breathe. So let’s catch up, shall we?

The most pressing thing on my mind right now? Speaking exams. They’re creeping closer like an unwanted guest, and despite my love for languages, the idea of being scrutinized while I stumble through verb conjugations is mildly terrifying. My Spanish and French notes have taken over my desk, little sticky notes of useful phrases littering my mirror, my door, even my bedside table. If I wake up mumbling in Spanish one of these days, just know it was inevitable. But there’s something oddly satisfying about learning how people express themselves in different languages—it reminds me why I love english language so much. Words shape our world, after all.

On top of that, coursework has me in an absolute chokehold. Art coursework? Never-ending. My sketchbook is brimming with pages of unfinished ideas, splashes of sage green and cherry red, and scrawled annotations that probably made sense when I wrote them at 2 AM. My Geography work is stacking up too, but at least there’s something poetic about mapping the world while feeling completely lost in my own little universe.

Even in the whirlwind of studying, I’m clinging to little comforts—mochas in the morning if it’s cold, iced coffee if the weather dares to be remotely pleasant. My diet coke obsession is still going strong (don’t judge me). I’ve been playing around with different outfits lately, leaning into that whimsical, coquette aesthetic that makes me feel like the main character of my own dreamy novel. Some days, I’m in pearl-white blouses and ribbons; other days, it’s navy blue sweaters and delicate silver rings. I adore the feeling of dressing up, even if it’s just for a day of studying.

And speaking of things (or people) I adore—Erika. There’s something about her that I can’t quite put into words, which is ironic given how much I love words. Maybe it’s the way she carries herself, effortlessly poised yet so unintentionally funny. Maybe it’s the smirks she throws my way when my friends are being ridiculous, like she’s in on some unspoken joke. Or maybe it’s just her—gorgeous, sharp-witted, and entirely out of reach.

She’s been in my thoughts more than I’d care to admit. I caught a glimpse of her the other day, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked past me like she owned the universe. And maybe she does, in a way. If she ever knew how much space she takes up in my mind, I think I’d simply perish on the spot.

Despite the stress, there’s something oddly exhilarating about this chapter of my life. The pressure, the deadlines, the never-ending to-do lists—they’re exhausting, but they remind me that I’m moving forward. Spring is on the horizon, bringing with it the promise of soft pastels, warmer days, and hopefully, a little more clarity.

Until then, I’ll be here—stuck somewhere between coffee-fueled study sessions, art-induced existential crises, and the occasional stolen moment of daydreaming about a girl who will probably never notice me the way I notice her.

Until next time, darlings.

xoxo Evie