Friday, December 31, 2010
later, 2010
I think the crazy thing about this new year is that it is the end of another decade. The end of the 90s was a big deal, the first decade I really saw the end of, ringing in the new century, millenium, etc. Will Smith made a terrible song about it, it was big news. This decade, not so much. I just hope someday it will be looked back upon like I look at the 70s and 80s, my kids will say "I am jealous you got to live then."
Probs not. Anyways...
2010 was an important year for me though. Many lessons learned. I think the all encompassing theme is "If it doesn't make you happy, stop." If you don't like your job, take steps to do something else. If you don't like your relationships, end them. If you're tired of your haircolor, dye it. again. And the list goes on. There are definite positives and negatives with huge changes in jobs, friends, and life, but I think all of that experience amounts to a part of life, a very important one.
I really feel like this was the year where I took control of doing things for me. I grew up. I realized what situations I was putting myself in and made them better. I will be finishing up school in May, and from there I can take my new career anywhere. Not to mention completely support myself anywhere I choose to go. Do I have any better grasp of what I am doing with my life? Absolutely not. And I love it. I just know what is possible, what I can make happen for myself. I am so young, the world is my oyster. Literally.
A wise person said to me eariler this year (paraphrasing) "You need to fucking do something for yourself. I'm tired of seeing you put things aside to make everyone else happy. If it makes you happy, do it, and if anyone something to say, fuck them. They don't matter."
Thank you, wise person, for that advice. Opportunity seized. Bring it on, 2011.
Probs not. Anyways...
2010 was an important year for me though. Many lessons learned. I think the all encompassing theme is "If it doesn't make you happy, stop." If you don't like your job, take steps to do something else. If you don't like your relationships, end them. If you're tired of your haircolor, dye it. again. And the list goes on. There are definite positives and negatives with huge changes in jobs, friends, and life, but I think all of that experience amounts to a part of life, a very important one.
I really feel like this was the year where I took control of doing things for me. I grew up. I realized what situations I was putting myself in and made them better. I will be finishing up school in May, and from there I can take my new career anywhere. Not to mention completely support myself anywhere I choose to go. Do I have any better grasp of what I am doing with my life? Absolutely not. And I love it. I just know what is possible, what I can make happen for myself. I am so young, the world is my oyster. Literally.
A wise person said to me eariler this year (paraphrasing) "You need to fucking do something for yourself. I'm tired of seeing you put things aside to make everyone else happy. If it makes you happy, do it, and if anyone something to say, fuck them. They don't matter."
Thank you, wise person, for that advice. Opportunity seized. Bring it on, 2011.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Life Advice - 5 Winter driving tips...
As many of you know, I originally grew up in Connecticut. A place of snow and ice in the winter, and with that, the necessity of driving and living with these acts of nature. Seeing I now live in a city where every interstate is clogged by a wreck at the site of rain, here is my advice for driving in the winter.
1. Parking lots are the worst part. So if you're looking at the apartment parking lot, and the outlook is grim, that may be the worst part of your day. Also avoid other errands requiring parking lots. Chances are, you will slip on ice and bust your ass. Travel with caution.
2. Don't get cocky. Yes, you have a Jeep. Yes, you're the best driver ever. Yes, you are a guy and as a woman I have no right to tell you how to drive. Seriously though, don't try stupid things and wreck your car. Avoid being that guy. It's not impressive. First hand experience talking.
3. Downshifting. On scary hills, downshift your car. When you are driving and you feel like it might go badly, downshift. Just do it.
4. If your car has a button with a W, that stands for "winter", use this button.
5. Brush off your car. Seriously. Nothing pisses people off like someone in a snow coated car in front of them dumping their load all over the road and other windshields. Plus, you're screwed if the snow on your roof falls in the other direction and blinds you on the highway. I am sure people have died from this.
Please feel free contact me if you have questions. After all, I know how to drive in the snow, it's everyone else I am worried about.
1. Parking lots are the worst part. So if you're looking at the apartment parking lot, and the outlook is grim, that may be the worst part of your day. Also avoid other errands requiring parking lots. Chances are, you will slip on ice and bust your ass. Travel with caution.
2. Don't get cocky. Yes, you have a Jeep. Yes, you're the best driver ever. Yes, you are a guy and as a woman I have no right to tell you how to drive. Seriously though, don't try stupid things and wreck your car. Avoid being that guy. It's not impressive. First hand experience talking.
3. Downshifting. On scary hills, downshift your car. When you are driving and you feel like it might go badly, downshift. Just do it.
4. If your car has a button with a W, that stands for "winter", use this button.
5. Brush off your car. Seriously. Nothing pisses people off like someone in a snow coated car in front of them dumping their load all over the road and other windshields. Plus, you're screwed if the snow on your roof falls in the other direction and blinds you on the highway. I am sure people have died from this.
Please feel free contact me if you have questions. After all, I know how to drive in the snow, it's everyone else I am worried about.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Season's Greetings
My coworker printed this gem out for me and hung it in my cube.
In case you cannot see it, the full title is "Seasons Greetings from Daryl Hall and John Oates"
I can't say it any better. Have a great Christmas, y'all!
Friday, November 26, 2010
Life Lessons: Don't be a Camille
I think we all know by now that I watch more of the Real Housewives franchises than any sane person probably should, but they are probably some of the most entertaining things on television. Everyone needs a guilty pleasure, and these happen to last all year. The only one I really tired of was New Jersey, purely because there was WAY too much Danielle Staub for me to enjoy it. That and Teresa's family might be bankrupt...and that just makes me uncomfortable. Oh and Jacqueline's felon daughter or whatever, it was too much.
That being said, I am way into the Atlanta and Beverly Hills franchises right now, finding both ridiculously enjoyable. Pretty much except for one person...Camille.
This woman is insane. Wow. I don't even know where to begin. Okay wait, let's start with the fact that she goes ahead and tells all of these women that she has four nannys for her two children that she had with a surrogate. I don't see the need to advertise that to a group of women, most of whom actually had children or currently have them, and they tend to interact with their children. That's what normal people do. She also was a total skank with other people's husbands...but that is one of those two sided deals. Until she started talking about when she got her implants removed. Why exactly would you make normal conversation about your breast implants, or lack thereof, or how yours are amazing...it just doesn't have to come up. Also consistently mentioning that her husband is an A-List celebrity, making her somehow higher in the pecking order than everyone else on the show. If you're defining yourself by your husband, that is a whole other set of problems you need to talk about.
The huge thing that bothers me is something of course that I have seen real people do in my life. She basically took some comment that Kyle (a housewife I kind of adore) made and lied about what she said, and what she meant. Causing drama where drama is not due is so beyond inappropriate. I don't understand how anyone could run their life off of making conflict with others. Why exactly does she want to cause a fight with everyone on the show? Camille is not the first, nor the last, person to engage in it, but it's just so unbearable. The worst part are those people who sit around her saying "Kyle and the other wives are just jealous..." What? Nobody is ever jealous of Camille. You deal with that until you no longer have to. Its not fun.
So, that brings me to my life lesson...
Don't be a Camille. Kelsey Grammer will leave you. And you'll be that awkward one at the Andy Cohen reunion special that nobody wants to sit with on the couch.
That being said, I am way into the Atlanta and Beverly Hills franchises right now, finding both ridiculously enjoyable. Pretty much except for one person...Camille.
This woman is insane. Wow. I don't even know where to begin. Okay wait, let's start with the fact that she goes ahead and tells all of these women that she has four nannys for her two children that she had with a surrogate. I don't see the need to advertise that to a group of women, most of whom actually had children or currently have them, and they tend to interact with their children. That's what normal people do. She also was a total skank with other people's husbands...but that is one of those two sided deals. Until she started talking about when she got her implants removed. Why exactly would you make normal conversation about your breast implants, or lack thereof, or how yours are amazing...it just doesn't have to come up. Also consistently mentioning that her husband is an A-List celebrity, making her somehow higher in the pecking order than everyone else on the show. If you're defining yourself by your husband, that is a whole other set of problems you need to talk about.
The huge thing that bothers me is something of course that I have seen real people do in my life. She basically took some comment that Kyle (a housewife I kind of adore) made and lied about what she said, and what she meant. Causing drama where drama is not due is so beyond inappropriate. I don't understand how anyone could run their life off of making conflict with others. Why exactly does she want to cause a fight with everyone on the show? Camille is not the first, nor the last, person to engage in it, but it's just so unbearable. The worst part are those people who sit around her saying "Kyle and the other wives are just jealous..." What? Nobody is ever jealous of Camille. You deal with that until you no longer have to. Its not fun.
So, that brings me to my life lesson...
Don't be a Camille. Kelsey Grammer will leave you. And you'll be that awkward one at the Andy Cohen reunion special that nobody wants to sit with on the couch.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
The last two weeks.
As work has been picking up, and school has been making its final push towards the end of the semester, I have found myself very busy most of the time. Just to give you an idea of the typical day I go through...
6:15am - Rise and shine (it's really dark)
somewhere around 8:30am - arrive at work
9:00am - morning coffee. I have to add, my workplace has fresh Dunkin Donuts coffee every day, complete with a frequent buyers card. I am almost to my free cup!
noonish - lunch.
somewhere between 4:30 and 4:45pm, leave to go home, grab my things, and go to class for the rest of the night.
class 6-9pm.
So pretty much after class I kinda come home, sit in a cone of silence, maybe text with someone or something, and go to sleep to some sort of crappy tv show. Like Roseanne. That is, if I do not have a pressing project or assignment that would take precedence and keep me up later. I go from thing to thing all day, every day. I am really looking forward to the semester's break coming up, but also really enjoying having so much to do right now. I think it is having such little time to yourself that makes you cherish the simple random things so much more. And also it makes you want to do more with what time you have to yourself, not to waste time with trivial or stressful things.
The past two weekends have been perfect examples of that. Two weekends ago was the homecoming game. I went with a few of my close friends, and ran into several others. There is something about State having a good football season that makes the tailgating more fun. At homecoming Best and I did the traditional tailgate hop, had conversations about Yurman and wore dresses and boots. We ran into her brother, who supplied our tickets, and wound up hanging out at an RV tailgate where we got impromptu shagging lessons. On Sunday when I was telling someone "we shagged in front of the RV" they looked at me a little weird...then realized I was talking about the actual dance. Either way, it was just kind of epic. Who ever thought as a meer freshman in the dirt lot that as an alum I would be hanging out by the RV section getting life advice from people older than my parents. Epic.
This past weekend I did not want to go out, I was in kind of a funk from the week. On Saturday we did win our game, and a celebration was proposed. We went to dinner for Michelle's sister's birthday, and then headed down to our new preppy hangout spots. It is kind of like grown up Hillsborough scene, only with a mix of people. It's just not downtown. There is nobody in an Affliction teeshirt, and pretty much where those people are not, that is the place I should be. We ran into our old friend from the beach named Steele Magnolias (not really), and it was kind of a trip. Ran into a couple old coworkers as well who said they went there often, so I may have to keep it going. It was really just one of those nights where I almost called it early, had zero expectations, but then it was so much better.
Pretty much when my life hasn't felt like a bad episode of the Housewives of BH recently, it has been excellent. I am becoming more comfortable with my position and meeting more people at work, becoming more comfortable with the city I am in and those who are around me. I feel like the years right post college are an exercise in uncertainty. I feel like I am finally reaching a point where I see a bit of a path ahead of me, and it is kind of clear as to where I am going. There is still room for interpretation though, I like that.
I know Thanksgiving is in a few days, and this is really extremely cheesy, but I think all of this right now is something to be thankful for.
That and us beating Carolina.
Just sayin.
6:15am - Rise and shine (it's really dark)
somewhere around 8:30am - arrive at work
9:00am - morning coffee. I have to add, my workplace has fresh Dunkin Donuts coffee every day, complete with a frequent buyers card. I am almost to my free cup!
noonish - lunch.
somewhere between 4:30 and 4:45pm, leave to go home, grab my things, and go to class for the rest of the night.
class 6-9pm.
So pretty much after class I kinda come home, sit in a cone of silence, maybe text with someone or something, and go to sleep to some sort of crappy tv show. Like Roseanne. That is, if I do not have a pressing project or assignment that would take precedence and keep me up later. I go from thing to thing all day, every day. I am really looking forward to the semester's break coming up, but also really enjoying having so much to do right now. I think it is having such little time to yourself that makes you cherish the simple random things so much more. And also it makes you want to do more with what time you have to yourself, not to waste time with trivial or stressful things.
The past two weekends have been perfect examples of that. Two weekends ago was the homecoming game. I went with a few of my close friends, and ran into several others. There is something about State having a good football season that makes the tailgating more fun. At homecoming Best and I did the traditional tailgate hop, had conversations about Yurman and wore dresses and boots. We ran into her brother, who supplied our tickets, and wound up hanging out at an RV tailgate where we got impromptu shagging lessons. On Sunday when I was telling someone "we shagged in front of the RV" they looked at me a little weird...then realized I was talking about the actual dance. Either way, it was just kind of epic. Who ever thought as a meer freshman in the dirt lot that as an alum I would be hanging out by the RV section getting life advice from people older than my parents. Epic.
This past weekend I did not want to go out, I was in kind of a funk from the week. On Saturday we did win our game, and a celebration was proposed. We went to dinner for Michelle's sister's birthday, and then headed down to our new preppy hangout spots. It is kind of like grown up Hillsborough scene, only with a mix of people. It's just not downtown. There is nobody in an Affliction teeshirt, and pretty much where those people are not, that is the place I should be. We ran into our old friend from the beach named Steele Magnolias (not really), and it was kind of a trip. Ran into a couple old coworkers as well who said they went there often, so I may have to keep it going. It was really just one of those nights where I almost called it early, had zero expectations, but then it was so much better.
Pretty much when my life hasn't felt like a bad episode of the Housewives of BH recently, it has been excellent. I am becoming more comfortable with my position and meeting more people at work, becoming more comfortable with the city I am in and those who are around me. I feel like the years right post college are an exercise in uncertainty. I feel like I am finally reaching a point where I see a bit of a path ahead of me, and it is kind of clear as to where I am going. There is still room for interpretation though, I like that.
I know Thanksgiving is in a few days, and this is really extremely cheesy, but I think all of this right now is something to be thankful for.
That and us beating Carolina.
Just sayin.
Friday, November 19, 2010
VOW
This song came up earlier this week on a Pandora station I was listening to at work (Hootie and the Blowfish radio...I can elaborate later), and it just reminded me of my beloved FC. Probably because the song came out when I was like, seven years old, and it was my mothers favorite song at the time. Or maybe its because people in the FC like this sort of thing. I didn't watch the whole video, but I don't think its massively innapropriate. So now I am obsessed with this song, and probably alot of the 90s in general.
Blues Traveler - Hook
As an aside, I am also really busy with my job, and the semester wrapping up. Forgive me for my lack of postings. I just wind up coming home and either being busy or exhausted most of the time. Such is life. Once things slow down, or I have to procrastinate to some degree, I will be back in the blogosphere.
Blues Traveler - Hook
As an aside, I am also really busy with my job, and the semester wrapping up. Forgive me for my lack of postings. I just wind up coming home and either being busy or exhausted most of the time. Such is life. Once things slow down, or I have to procrastinate to some degree, I will be back in the blogosphere.
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Finally.
Tonight on Jeopardy there was a clue that went something like this...
Q: "This rapper was featured on the show Degrassi: The Next Generation as a basketball player and a victim of school violence"
A: Who is DRAKE.
I don't quite remember the clue exactly, but finally...the obvious has been publicly admitted. Thanks, Jeopardy.
Q: "This rapper was featured on the show Degrassi: The Next Generation as a basketball player and a victim of school violence"
A: Who is DRAKE.
I don't quite remember the clue exactly, but finally...the obvious has been publicly admitted. Thanks, Jeopardy.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
So I'm alive.
I love my new job.
But much like Mozilla Firefox here, I am just kind of busy. Actually I love this error message, no wonder I don't use IE.
I am also waiting to see if California legalizes. Got to love election season.
But much like Mozilla Firefox here, I am just kind of busy. Actually I love this error message, no wonder I don't use IE.
I am also waiting to see if California legalizes. Got to love election season.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Dear Lindsay Lohan
(Vanity Fair)
I really am not sure why, but I really am holding out hope for Lindsay Lohan. I just have to take a moment to share my thoughts.
I have talked to several people who are about my age, and tried to figure out why Lindsay kind of means a lot to us. It's more or less the older crowd, or the men who say, "I just wish that mess would go away." Most young women I have spoken to recently about her feel very much the same way that I do, we want her to make a comeback, we like her, she intrigues us, we just want to see her act right for once and stop fucking up. I am one of those who would really like to see her prove her naysayers wrong, go to rehab, get out, and come out being some sort of success a la Robert Downey Jr. Ever since she broke on the scene in the Parent Trap, I could identify with her. She would be my really cool friend in school or something. She just seemed so normal. I think the fact that she grew up on Long Island helped, she was relatively local.
As she grew up in our generation, she was just exposed to everything that we all would probably have been exposed to at the same time if we were in her situation. I feel like Lindsay is really who most of us would have ended up being if we were exposed to such things, if we were the ones in Hollywood doing that at that time. It at least makes me wonder if, faced with all of the same circumstances, how I would have turned out. She also always played a character that we could all see ourselves being, we could identify with all of her movies. It was kind of intriguing to see her go out and party with Paris and Nicole, and get skinny and super fashionable. Then the whole crime thing started, the upskirt/no panty flashing, and she started getting to be a hot mess. The whole Samantha Ronson thing too...random.
We are now at the point where we have seen she just blatantly understand our system of justice, and cries in court when really, she could be getting a worse sentence. And everyone seems to know as well as she does that we will not serve the whole time. I just want to see her, this time, being less of a hot mess. Like go chill at Betty Ford, get your life together. Ignore your dad, he's terrible. I really would like to see either a full force comeback, or her to fall into civilian life and mysteriously show up as a soccer mom somewhere in a few years.
You do you Lindsay, and get back in the game.
@23.5
A few days ago was my half birthday. I was thinking how much my life has changed since my birthday.
When I turned 23, I was completely at my wits end with my job. I didn't know what I would do at all. Right after my birthday, I started looking into going back to school. Within a week or two, I applied, and pretty much hitched onto the idea that I was quitting my job and going back to school. I knew about school in June, and had to stick it out until August to quit. In that time, I got in trouble at work for what I had written on an evaluation, and looking generally "mean" or "upset" all the time. I have actually gotten the "you look unhappy" a lot lately. I am not sure why, but I think my face might just look that way. I am a happy person. Maybe I am just thinking.
Either way, I look at then, and I look at now. My whole life has completely changed. I am getting a new job, I am waist deep into school. I am going to be making more money just by completing part of the training I am taking right now. By May I will have earning power, and a career I can take anywhere, which I may think about. I had probably one of the most amazing summers ever. I just feel like now I have it together, and I am going places, and it only took 6 months.
I also got 100 hits on my blog in one day yesterday, so I think I am kind of freaked out. And in celebration of my new job, I bought a few items. Mostly essentials. I think I will wait for my first check to get some more decadent things.
Well, I'm done waving my own flag for now. Y'all have a good weekend.
When I turned 23, I was completely at my wits end with my job. I didn't know what I would do at all. Right after my birthday, I started looking into going back to school. Within a week or two, I applied, and pretty much hitched onto the idea that I was quitting my job and going back to school. I knew about school in June, and had to stick it out until August to quit. In that time, I got in trouble at work for what I had written on an evaluation, and looking generally "mean" or "upset" all the time. I have actually gotten the "you look unhappy" a lot lately. I am not sure why, but I think my face might just look that way. I am a happy person. Maybe I am just thinking.
Either way, I look at then, and I look at now. My whole life has completely changed. I am getting a new job, I am waist deep into school. I am going to be making more money just by completing part of the training I am taking right now. By May I will have earning power, and a career I can take anywhere, which I may think about. I had probably one of the most amazing summers ever. I just feel like now I have it together, and I am going places, and it only took 6 months.
I also got 100 hits on my blog in one day yesterday, so I think I am kind of freaked out. And in celebration of my new job, I bought a few items. Mostly essentials. I think I will wait for my first check to get some more decadent things.
Well, I'm done waving my own flag for now. Y'all have a good weekend.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Fail?
I was reading emails when I parked at my apartment and saw that RueLaLa was having a Ray Ban boutique today. I all but sprinted into my house to get to my computer. They did not have anything worthwhile, and even some printed wayfarers (that I would have considered at that discount) were sold out already. Fail.
This is what I am looking for. I like the shape, and I need something different for a change. And it will add to my rotation of glasses. I will probably purchase these within the next few days because 1, I am a sucker for Ray Ban, and 2, I have a job now. More on that later too.
This is what I am looking for. I like the shape, and I need something different for a change. And it will add to my rotation of glasses. I will probably purchase these within the next few days because 1, I am a sucker for Ray Ban, and 2, I have a job now. More on that later too.
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
I kind of love this
"That’s why I pick and choose, I don’t get shit confused
I got a small circle, I’m not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views"
- "Right Above It" Weezy and Drake
I got a small circle, I’m not with different crews
We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
Live in the same building, but we got different views"
- "Right Above It" Weezy and Drake
My apartment.
I have lived, over the past three years, in two very student-ish, very typical living arrangements. For junior and senior year of college, I lived in a huge complex of townhomes devoted to students. If you can picture this, it had dirt and filth all over the complex. Parties of all sorts, trash all over the place. Beer being poured down stairwells for hours. I mean, not really, but it's nowhere that anyone who wasn't in college would choose to reside. Theoretically, it would be a cesspool.
Last year I lived in a wonderful house. It was a split level in a somewhat sketchy neighborhood near to my alma mater, it had partied hard in its time, and we inherited it in kind of bad shape. The landlord made several repairs, we kept it up and on point, and it really was the best place I have lived so far. Minus the weird part about the downstairs always being cold. But it could have been too hot all the time...so I will take it. You can always put more clothes on.
Anyways, this year we had trouble finding a house, it was stressful. I think I have somewhat addressed that in here. We settled on an apartment complex which is the most expensive place I have personally ever had to pay for, and also had great hearsay recommendations from several people I knew at work. My roomates know residents as well who seem to love it.
Somehow maybe we got the short end of the stick on this place. We have had every maintenance issue imaginable, bug issues. I found a roach in my bed. I have killed more insects in this one apartment than the two other properties described above, which isn't really what I expected to have to be doing. The maintenance staff is rude and always treats issues like the dishwasher not working as something that is your fault. Because obviously my roomates and I are a bunch of dishwasher and AC saboteurs. It's just kind of ridiculous.
Having worked in customer service in an arena people find aggravating, their bank accounts, I don't understand how these people handle their situations. Banks, houses, and cell phone customer service are probably the hardest and most essential. And car insurance. You have to take a certain degree of care with people, because they are mad, it's always super important, and most likely the customer doesn't always get it like the employee does.
At some point, the people who clean compulsively are not responsible for their bug problem. They probably didn't cause buildup in the dishwasher because of dish soap (really, has anyone else heard of that). I think the horrible thing is that it has gotten to be a situation where I don't want to deal with it anymore. I have had so many bad experiences it's like I just have to give up. Maintenance people come in and shrug their shoulders, I have even gotten attitude from the Orkin man at this complex. You're the Orkin man, you kill insects. As a woman who is age 23 and into clean things, you should understand your job is very important. I want my bugs killed now. What do people pay you for? I don't want an attitude.
I am just kind of fed up. Can't wait to move out of this place eventually. And yes, if any of you can believe it, University Suites was one of the cleanest and most cooperative places I have ever lived. Who ever thought that place would be one of my better experiences.
Last year I lived in a wonderful house. It was a split level in a somewhat sketchy neighborhood near to my alma mater, it had partied hard in its time, and we inherited it in kind of bad shape. The landlord made several repairs, we kept it up and on point, and it really was the best place I have lived so far. Minus the weird part about the downstairs always being cold. But it could have been too hot all the time...so I will take it. You can always put more clothes on.
Anyways, this year we had trouble finding a house, it was stressful. I think I have somewhat addressed that in here. We settled on an apartment complex which is the most expensive place I have personally ever had to pay for, and also had great hearsay recommendations from several people I knew at work. My roomates know residents as well who seem to love it.
Somehow maybe we got the short end of the stick on this place. We have had every maintenance issue imaginable, bug issues. I found a roach in my bed. I have killed more insects in this one apartment than the two other properties described above, which isn't really what I expected to have to be doing. The maintenance staff is rude and always treats issues like the dishwasher not working as something that is your fault. Because obviously my roomates and I are a bunch of dishwasher and AC saboteurs. It's just kind of ridiculous.
Having worked in customer service in an arena people find aggravating, their bank accounts, I don't understand how these people handle their situations. Banks, houses, and cell phone customer service are probably the hardest and most essential. And car insurance. You have to take a certain degree of care with people, because they are mad, it's always super important, and most likely the customer doesn't always get it like the employee does.
At some point, the people who clean compulsively are not responsible for their bug problem. They probably didn't cause buildup in the dishwasher because of dish soap (really, has anyone else heard of that). I think the horrible thing is that it has gotten to be a situation where I don't want to deal with it anymore. I have had so many bad experiences it's like I just have to give up. Maintenance people come in and shrug their shoulders, I have even gotten attitude from the Orkin man at this complex. You're the Orkin man, you kill insects. As a woman who is age 23 and into clean things, you should understand your job is very important. I want my bugs killed now. What do people pay you for? I don't want an attitude.
I am just kind of fed up. Can't wait to move out of this place eventually. And yes, if any of you can believe it, University Suites was one of the cleanest and most cooperative places I have ever lived. Who ever thought that place would be one of my better experiences.
Friday, October 15, 2010
VOW - Bed Intruder Song
This is the one viral I will ever make VOW. But this song has been in my head for a week or more now. I also have talked to some people this week who hadn't heard it. So yeah, feel my pain. He also performed this last night on the BET awards, so I guess that makes it relevant in music as well.
The Bed Intruder Song - Antoine Dodson and the Gregory Brothers
hide ya kids, hide ya wife.
The Bed Intruder Song - Antoine Dodson and the Gregory Brothers
hide ya kids, hide ya wife.
A deep thought, followed by other shallow ones.
I don't expect many deep things to go up on my blog, ever. Or come out of my mouth for that matter in real life conversation. In the past few years, as at least EC has attested to, I have turned from one of those people who is just plain uncomfortable with emotions, into one of those people who actually feels things once in awhile. A closer degree of normal. Along with my stone cold exterior, I had an interior to match that never quite went away. I had boyfriends and dated and talked to people that I didn't care about, they were boring, they annoyed me, but I felt like I needed some name to fit a role and fill in a blank once in awhile. These were people I got bored of, pushed away, straight up ignored, and was kind of my own little single at the same time. It has taken a lot of thought over the past week into what I wanted to say in this entry, whether I wanted to write it and get all...personal. But I decided to go there. A majority of it was like, the last post made it look like I was over someone because they knew other people. Let's just say, I am not (that) retarded. Shocked, I was, red flag, maybe; but it wasn't the end-all be-all.
This all started on my birthday, my 23rd birthday, which was on a Tuesday. I celebrated the weekend before with friends at the beach, and a 23rd birthday on a Tuesday felt really old and not exciting. I was planning pretty much on doing nothing. I took the day off so that people wouldn't put me in a bad mood at work on my birthday. I had work tests that Monday and had studied. That night this guy texted me and asked if I wanted to hang out, or if I was doing anything for my birthday that night. I'd talked to him that weekend when I was at the beach for the first time in a really long while. This was a person I had known since the first week of freshman year of college. He lived with my first serious boyfriend (aka my "married" stage) and randomly contacted me at the beginning of senior year. He always tried to take me out or whatever, but I always had something else going on. Over the years our friendship manifested as "that guy" I would talk to about like "what is my bf thinking" or "why is this girl so gay to me at social functions." When we were 21, he started buying me drinks at functions instead of his dates. So then I had like, a date buying me stuff, and him buying it. Looking back on it, such is my life, epic. When I was a senior and got in a big fight with friends and bf at the same time, he took me to Bojangles and promised to still be my friend, even if I had no others. Last year when I was out with a guy from work, Best, her future stalker, EC, and various fratstars I had known for the duration of my undergrad, he showed up with them and called me after to make sure I was okay and told me it was good to see me. It was like, I was at Cookout, my phone rang, and in my confusion as to why he was calling I probably almost got hit by a car and like left by my traveling party, not to mention burned my tongue on a french fry.
Anyways on the night of that Monday, we made plans to hang out. Drank a couple beers on my back deck at my old house (house reminiscent entry coming soon), and wound up talking for a long time. Subsequently since I was a wreck about turning 23 and moving into being "old" (I understand this was dumb) he was like "well I will stick around till at least midnight so that nothing happens."
This birthday turned into dating. Which turned into the ups and downs of another relationship I was not looking for, but I fell into. The month before I think I literally said to someone, "It would have to fall into my lap for me to want to date anyone right now." This whole picture was different though, it was the first one where I didn't see myself getting bored. I don't think I saw it not working out, and I think he kind of felt the same way. We brought up futures, places to live, jobs to have, trips to take. We had a break, bumps in the road, a crazy ex girlfriend situation, all of that. It wasn't until last weekend that I really realized it wouldn't work. I have thought all week since, what would have happened if I had just kept him as a friend.
It all started with a random comment he made at dinner about how "you and your friends were always too cool for me" which like, yeah in college I think I had deemed myself and my friends really cool at some point, but I didn't think that translated. I felt bad that I had made this friend think I was too cool at any point. It was a weird feeling. Beyond that, we had fun. Then circa late o'clock we were eating somewhere else before going home, and he got into these self-depreciative things. It pretty much started with "You're too pretty for me" and ended with "Well I forgot to tell you I am never getting married, so I'm sorry you've been wasting your time." I think my facial expression was something like that really confused face Kelly K. Bensimon had on RHONYC when Bethenny said something was seriously wrong with her (see image at top of entry). That was not the point. Ever. It was then really over when the waitress commented on my lack of eating my food/appetite and he says, "yeah, she never has an appetite." What. Blow me.
This whole thing goes back to that thing my mom and one of my best friends, CCF, always says, "If you're not happy with yourself, you can't try to be happy with someone else." Clearly, there is a missing link here. A growing up thing, experiences I have had in my one year working, and he is only starting now. It really hit me. There was speculation, but at that point it just was there. The elephant in the room sat down next to me and put it's arm on my shoulder. It's really sad to realize that this won't, and cannot work. I'm older, looking for other things, and apparently have done some sort of irreparable damage to this person's ego over several years. Or something that I was not aware of. And he really isn't the cocky bastard I always thought he was, and that's kind of what I look for. Someone's weird confidence to match mine. It's just a matter of getting along.
But I think the bottom line is that I miss my friend. The real "stupid girl" type shit I was doing was because this is a person I have known longer than most of my best friends, someone I could turn to with a problem or duck off with and have an epic two way conversation at a mundane event we were attending. Someone who bought me Bojangles one time for no reason and gave up their Saturday night to go to a movie and watch tv with me when I had the dreaded Mono. I am kind of hoping we can be friends. I don't know what friendly activities we can participate in, but hey, if he wants to acknowledge my presence in a room or group of people, that would be a start. Baby steps.
Anyways that's deep thoughts for you now. More shallow ones are on tap to follow.
Monday, October 11, 2010
no more Circle.
"The Circle" started at the beginning of senior year of college, by my good friend BKE and I. The concept is fairly simple, we attended a large state university with an undergraduate population of 24,741, according to Forbes Magazine in 2010. So like, everyone should not know eachother. You pass numerous nameless faces on campus each day, and you do not know them. You will never know them.
So how exactly did everyone we dated, knew, met, etc. know everyone else. It all started when I met a seemingly random guy one Thursday at Free Fun, you KNOW what I am talking about, and it turned out not only did he know a friend of a friend (who I am now friends with) from his high school, he also lived with four brothers of a frat in a house I was at every weekend sophomore year. The more and more we met people, we realized everyone was "in the circle." How did we get out of this circle?
Well the feeling of "circle" had subsided since graduating. I met people at work that I did not know from State, met people from other universities, they may have known people, but not to that creepy degree of roomatedom. Unfortunately for me, the Circle resurfaced this weekend. I have been dating someone who has, without a doubt, always been in "The Circle." We've known eachother since the first week of freshman year, our Greek chapters did everything together (I kind of started that...) and at this point it's one of those things where I've never not known him. I have to say though, I apparently didn't know everything about him. So we got to talking this weekend about college, and he mentioned that a couple years of his career were spent on the rugby team. (Some of you will not need an explanation) Basically he knew an ex boyfriend of mine, and his friends, fairly well from being on the team with them. In five seconds I realized my world was entirely too small, and I kind of (really, legitimately) wanted to vomit.
So here it is, my solution to this problem. I will date people exclusively that did not go to NC State. I cannot, because apparently we all know everyone. The nameless, faceless people on campus are clearly all mirages, and do not exist. I will not date people who, even nationally, were in the same organizations that exes were in. They all probably know each other. The nation is too small. I will also date nobody younger than 25. That's mostly a maturity thing, but also that is breaking the previous age range of people I know. If there are older people, it decreases the chance of them being in the Circle. Maybe also if I seek out people from the north.
I guess relocation is also an option.
So how exactly did everyone we dated, knew, met, etc. know everyone else. It all started when I met a seemingly random guy one Thursday at Free Fun, you KNOW what I am talking about, and it turned out not only did he know a friend of a friend (who I am now friends with) from his high school, he also lived with four brothers of a frat in a house I was at every weekend sophomore year. The more and more we met people, we realized everyone was "in the circle." How did we get out of this circle?
Well the feeling of "circle" had subsided since graduating. I met people at work that I did not know from State, met people from other universities, they may have known people, but not to that creepy degree of roomatedom. Unfortunately for me, the Circle resurfaced this weekend. I have been dating someone who has, without a doubt, always been in "The Circle." We've known eachother since the first week of freshman year, our Greek chapters did everything together (I kind of started that...) and at this point it's one of those things where I've never not known him. I have to say though, I apparently didn't know everything about him. So we got to talking this weekend about college, and he mentioned that a couple years of his career were spent on the rugby team. (Some of you will not need an explanation) Basically he knew an ex boyfriend of mine, and his friends, fairly well from being on the team with them. In five seconds I realized my world was entirely too small, and I kind of (really, legitimately) wanted to vomit.
So here it is, my solution to this problem. I will date people exclusively that did not go to NC State. I cannot, because apparently we all know everyone. The nameless, faceless people on campus are clearly all mirages, and do not exist. I will not date people who, even nationally, were in the same organizations that exes were in. They all probably know each other. The nation is too small. I will also date nobody younger than 25. That's mostly a maturity thing, but also that is breaking the previous age range of people I know. If there are older people, it decreases the chance of them being in the Circle. Maybe also if I seek out people from the north.
I guess relocation is also an option.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
Being a sorostitute.
I had a conversation with someone the other day, and somehow greek life and the fact that I was a part of it in college wound up coming up. I have a certain opinion on it, and I understand other people have different opinions on the whole system. The whole conversation lead me to google the word "sorostitute" because I have always found it funny. I think I have referred to myself as one on occasion as a joke. I mean if you're talking about yourself, you can use derogatory terms like that. At any rate, I found these couple of things to share...
The first is The Sorostitute Manifesto, which is clearly from a long time ago, or some state that's not really in the South or something. They have really odd things about wardrobe that did not reflect anyone I knew at all. Or maybe my undergrad was far classier. (I really find that unlikely)
The second one was In Defense of Sorostitutes, which is actually written by a girl at UGA who is actually in a sorority. Its mostly making fun of how the girls on her campus dress, but I really think that is more of how I view myself, sisters, and the Greek experience I had. And actually if you read her blog, she seems cool enough.
What I am trying to say here is, as in the first link, some people have the strongest, most negative opinions and emotions about Greek life. I understand being very negatively passionate about something that is a pivotal political issue, a belief, something a tad more important than a group of people that you were not a part of. I start to wonder if it's jealousy, or what exactly happened to make people hate it so much.
I actually dated someone who hated sororities, frats, would always tell me that I probably fit the stereotypes of those groups, called a friend a fratty douchebag within earshot. The first question I ask myself is "why did I waste my life with this person" and the second is "why DID he hate Greek life so much?" I would always try and explain all that Greek life taught me, like how to work with other people who have different opinions, how to leave politics aside and be friends with people regardless, along with the fact that some of my best friends were my sisters in college. It was an experience I wouldn't trade for anything. I perfectly understand people who didn't choose this path, and I am friends with plenty of them, but I am just not able to grasp this bitterness towards it. My only explanation? Jealousy. Why be so passionate otherwise? I don't hate people who aren't Greek, I don't get that mad about that. Why be so mad about people who are closed minded, when it's kind of closed minded to consider stereotype a reality?
I guess I just don't get it. I think I will continue to embrace my image and move on.
The first is The Sorostitute Manifesto, which is clearly from a long time ago, or some state that's not really in the South or something. They have really odd things about wardrobe that did not reflect anyone I knew at all. Or maybe my undergrad was far classier. (I really find that unlikely)
The second one was In Defense of Sorostitutes, which is actually written by a girl at UGA who is actually in a sorority. Its mostly making fun of how the girls on her campus dress, but I really think that is more of how I view myself, sisters, and the Greek experience I had. And actually if you read her blog, she seems cool enough.
What I am trying to say here is, as in the first link, some people have the strongest, most negative opinions and emotions about Greek life. I understand being very negatively passionate about something that is a pivotal political issue, a belief, something a tad more important than a group of people that you were not a part of. I start to wonder if it's jealousy, or what exactly happened to make people hate it so much.
I actually dated someone who hated sororities, frats, would always tell me that I probably fit the stereotypes of those groups, called a friend a fratty douchebag within earshot. The first question I ask myself is "why did I waste my life with this person" and the second is "why DID he hate Greek life so much?" I would always try and explain all that Greek life taught me, like how to work with other people who have different opinions, how to leave politics aside and be friends with people regardless, along with the fact that some of my best friends were my sisters in college. It was an experience I wouldn't trade for anything. I perfectly understand people who didn't choose this path, and I am friends with plenty of them, but I am just not able to grasp this bitterness towards it. My only explanation? Jealousy. Why be so passionate otherwise? I don't hate people who aren't Greek, I don't get that mad about that. Why be so mad about people who are closed minded, when it's kind of closed minded to consider stereotype a reality?
I guess I just don't get it. I think I will continue to embrace my image and move on.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
On my future.
Yesterday when I was blogging, I got a text soon after my last post from one of my best friends in CT who asked me what moisturizer I used.
I told her which I used for day and also added that I use Olay Regenerist Night Recovery Cream, and a Lancome product as well.
She texts me "you're going to be an anti-aging obsessed housewife haha"
I seriously love this. She is probably 75% correct, but I am starting early. I won't be Kim Kardashianing botox before age 30.
Hey, I could do worse, right?
I told her which I used for day and also added that I use Olay Regenerist Night Recovery Cream, and a Lancome product as well.
She texts me "you're going to be an anti-aging obsessed housewife haha"
I seriously love this. She is probably 75% correct, but I am starting early. I won't be Kim Kardashianing botox before age 30.
Hey, I could do worse, right?
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Miracle product - No more dark circles.
Behold, with shitty picture quality, the Garnier Nutritioniste Skin Renew Anti-Dark-Circle Roller. A miracle product.
I had something like this in high school and early years of college that was essential. For some reason, probably because I deemed it old and useless, I threw it away at some point cleaning out my makeup bag. It was a Clean and Clear product, and I think I just never used it, or settled into me looking tired and ridiculous like everyone else in college. I am not sure. Sometime last year at work, riding to lunch in my stoner friends Mercedes, I noticed he had the same thing. I don't know why he had womanly cosmetics in his car, but hell, if it makes your dark circles less evident...
I realized with the hellish job I was doing and weird hours I kept, I could really use some of that stuff too. I searched high and low, Target, Walmart, drug stores, etc. This Clean and Clear product still existed, according to the internet. Just not in Raleigh metro apparently. All I could find was old lady cream for undereyes. I just wanted something with the caffiene and cooling sensation. I already have solid eye cream, olay regenerist, and moisturizers (preventative measures y'all). I did not need like, Hydrolyze or Hydroxatone, or the drugstore equivalent.
Enter, the Garnier roller thing. Had to get it. I used it this morning, exactly what I wanted and needed. It does have a bit of makeup tone in it, but the ball on the top is cold metal, and caffiene is one of the listed ingredients. With me possibly getting less rest sometime soon, this will be a staple. Thank you, Garnier for making my life easier. You have my seal of approval.
When you feel like you're watching your life on TV.
This past weekend I went to Boone/Blowing Rock to attend a Life Celebration service for the brother of one of my best friends. It was really an amazing ceremony and gathering, the perfect way for family and friends to remember a person. In such a beautiful place as well.
Growing up in Connecticut, I lived in a place surrounded by landforms. Everywhere you looked on the horizon was a taller hill or mountain. (Yet I was about an hour or a little more from NYC) I believe it is technically the foothills of the Berkshire ranges, but I could be very wrong. Anyways, driving on the highway, I noticed an increased presence of mountains and was just really taken aback. I really haven't seen more than flat land in about 4 years. I think the overall feeling of the week had me very detached, and when I saw something familiar I was very moved by it.
(via BlackBerry)
After the ceremony, I met some of my friend's high school friends. I always like meeting people's friends from high school if I only knew them from college, and hearing like names of the people who were hot or thought they were soooooo cool back in the day. I hope someday to introduce the couple of remaining northerners I keep in touch with to my southern friends. I think we would all get along.
The whole feeling of watching my life on tv really occurred when a local friend took us to the party of one of his friends in a house near downtown. I feel like we all walked in and were totally puzzled, confused, detached from that situation. It really reminded me of this one time in Greenville where I went to a similar party with LWJ and it was like that Stealer's Wheel song, "clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle with you." You're there, but you're separate from the situation. There were Marine and German flags all over the house, which really took me back to another part of my life as well, one that I don't like visiting. Overall it was just strange. We were all there, but at the same time, really just observers.
Back in Raleigh now, the weekend made me really want to go home again. I also was talking to one of my friends from home that I have known since preschool. She was saying there was a bar with my last name that they all frequent. I think that is a sign more than any that I should probably take some time soon to head back home. I don't think I could do cold weather again, living in a place where you have to start your car 30 mins before you leave home, but I could use a trip up there. I need my fill of landforms and elevation for the next few years.
Growing up in Connecticut, I lived in a place surrounded by landforms. Everywhere you looked on the horizon was a taller hill or mountain. (Yet I was about an hour or a little more from NYC) I believe it is technically the foothills of the Berkshire ranges, but I could be very wrong. Anyways, driving on the highway, I noticed an increased presence of mountains and was just really taken aback. I really haven't seen more than flat land in about 4 years. I think the overall feeling of the week had me very detached, and when I saw something familiar I was very moved by it.
(via BlackBerry)
After the ceremony, I met some of my friend's high school friends. I always like meeting people's friends from high school if I only knew them from college, and hearing like names of the people who were hot or thought they were soooooo cool back in the day. I hope someday to introduce the couple of remaining northerners I keep in touch with to my southern friends. I think we would all get along.
The whole feeling of watching my life on tv really occurred when a local friend took us to the party of one of his friends in a house near downtown. I feel like we all walked in and were totally puzzled, confused, detached from that situation. It really reminded me of this one time in Greenville where I went to a similar party with LWJ and it was like that Stealer's Wheel song, "clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here I am, stuck in the middle with you." You're there, but you're separate from the situation. There were Marine and German flags all over the house, which really took me back to another part of my life as well, one that I don't like visiting. Overall it was just strange. We were all there, but at the same time, really just observers.
Back in Raleigh now, the weekend made me really want to go home again. I also was talking to one of my friends from home that I have known since preschool. She was saying there was a bar with my last name that they all frequent. I think that is a sign more than any that I should probably take some time soon to head back home. I don't think I could do cold weather again, living in a place where you have to start your car 30 mins before you leave home, but I could use a trip up there. I need my fill of landforms and elevation for the next few years.
Monday, September 27, 2010
VOW - Talking Heads
Talking Heads - "Road to Nowhere"
I just like this song, and the video is kind of crazy. Well it's cool minus that weird choir they have. That's odd. They could have done without that visual.
I just like this song, and the video is kind of crazy. Well it's cool minus that weird choir they have. That's odd. They could have done without that visual.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Moments from the weekend
This weekend was Tom Petty, aka, one of the best days of the year. This comes in line with Christmas, and I would say also my birthday. Although I am not a lover of celebrating my age or making a day all about me...my birthday is just a cool day, a conversation starter at many a time in my life. I will leave it at that. I would pretty much hate the actual "birthday" if it was not that day. Someday maybe I will tell all of you about my 23rd birthday, and how it was finally exactly the way I wanted to spend a birthday, but until then, I will just share with you some retarded moments from the weekend. In quote form. (attributed to several sources)
"Actually I would rather you contact my secret boyfriend to meet you in a sketchy dark alley to get the money, don't give me your check in person."
"Ok that one is actually in a joutfit."
"It's two different shades of jean..."
"A joutfit isn't meant to match!"
On the man waving us into the parking spot, "I think Rick Ross wants us to move forward."
"Has anyone ever told you you look like David Crosby?"
"You look like a bear ravaging that cooler in the trunk of the car"
"Will trade psychedelic art for tickets."
"I didn't respond because my phone literally died after you finished text raping it."
(Why my friends should have BlackBerrys)
"Shit would be raw."
Someday I will probably have some photos of this event to share, when they are sent to me. I need to start working on taking my own pictures! Either way, I laughed to tears at most of these. I love these girls.
"Actually I would rather you contact my secret boyfriend to meet you in a sketchy dark alley to get the money, don't give me your check in person."
"Ok that one is actually in a joutfit."
"It's two different shades of jean..."
"A joutfit isn't meant to match!"
On the man waving us into the parking spot, "I think Rick Ross wants us to move forward."
"Has anyone ever told you you look like David Crosby?"
"You look like a bear ravaging that cooler in the trunk of the car"
"Will trade psychedelic art for tickets."
"I didn't respond because my phone literally died after you finished text raping it."
(Why my friends should have BlackBerrys)
"Shit would be raw."
Someday I will probably have some photos of this event to share, when they are sent to me. I need to start working on taking my own pictures! Either way, I laughed to tears at most of these. I love these girls.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
On my undergrad
So let me make this clear, I really love the place I chose for my undergraduate education. It's really just an amazing school, and I could not have asked for a better overall college life. I have now moved on to an all women's college for my further edu, but I will never really associate myself with that institution past my resume. Besides the blatant sticker on a car window that anyone around here could spot for a mile away. I really love football, our team, going to games, and tailgating. But I just can't take it too seriously. If we do well, its amazing, if we do not. Meh, there's next year. I am much more passionate about the New York Giants, but I really just don't want to blog about that. There are some things you can't knock that start when you're two.
Anyways I was talking to a friend today, and this made me laugh really hard. I was debating going to the large public university library tonight to get some work done, and realized the team has a Thursday night football game...
M: I decided not to go to the lib tonight, I would feel like an old loser. We have a football game, and like its a Thursday, and I just shouldn't go. I'm not prepared to feel that old yet.
J: Meg, the only losers there will be the ones on the field wearing red jerseys.
(die)
Anyways I was talking to a friend today, and this made me laugh really hard. I was debating going to the large public university library tonight to get some work done, and realized the team has a Thursday night football game...
M: I decided not to go to the lib tonight, I would feel like an old loser. We have a football game, and like its a Thursday, and I just shouldn't go. I'm not prepared to feel that old yet.
J: Meg, the only losers there will be the ones on the field wearing red jerseys.
(die)
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Monday, September 13, 2010
Weekending.
I have not spent a weekend in Raleigh in a really long time. This upcoming weekend will be my first. Here's what I've been doing.
It all started the last week of august. Bff moved into an apartment in Greensboro and I was invited to explore the city. Greensboro is just interesting and different to me. It seems like an older town, and they have the Friendly Center, which is pretty much like CamVil and Crabtree had a lovechild with all of the necessary stores, and its outdoors. So I like the place. Greensboro seemed to have character, which I wasn't expecting since multiple people seemed to have the impression that there were a bunch of chain restaurants, and everything was really commercial. I didn't completely feel that way.
And oh yeah, the bar we went out to had potent $5 LITs. Justsayin.
For Labor Day I was at the beach, and I already wrote about that. But it was epic.
This past weekend I visited EC in Charlotte for her birthday. Another epic weekend. Friday night we went uptown, Saturday we stayed in the Elizabeth neighborhood and went to Jackalope Jacks where they serve beer in mason jars. For all of you that don't know, I really dig drinking out of mason jars, and frequently use one for water. I had kept hearing about this bar, and needed to go. We also wound up hanging out with Ben Best (random TVGuide pic below, on the left) because he knew Trip, EC's step bro. It was pretty much epic. When someone comes into a bedroom and wakes you up from a nap by saying "wake up, the strippers are here" and they happen to be on a cultish show on hbo, Eastbound and Down, it's going to be a good night. I have some more stories, but pretty much it was just another weekend in Charlotte. Always memorable!
This upcoming weekend is the Tom Petty concert, which I have been waiting for since...the summer sometime. Last time I went it was with my parents, but was still epic. My mom kept the $11 dollar beers flowing inside after tailgating in the parking lot, and we had amazing seats. This time around I am going with several friends, and even more who I will be meeting up with at the show. I just can't wait. Pretty much the cooler weather has started rolling in, and pretty soon outdoor fun will not be an option. Tom will be the perfect way to end the summer. And I guess he is just about the only person who can keep me in Raleigh for a weekend, apparently.
First official school test tomorrow evening. Then I can sleep.
It all started the last week of august. Bff moved into an apartment in Greensboro and I was invited to explore the city. Greensboro is just interesting and different to me. It seems like an older town, and they have the Friendly Center, which is pretty much like CamVil and Crabtree had a lovechild with all of the necessary stores, and its outdoors. So I like the place. Greensboro seemed to have character, which I wasn't expecting since multiple people seemed to have the impression that there were a bunch of chain restaurants, and everything was really commercial. I didn't completely feel that way.
And oh yeah, the bar we went out to had potent $5 LITs. Justsayin.
For Labor Day I was at the beach, and I already wrote about that. But it was epic.
This past weekend I visited EC in Charlotte for her birthday. Another epic weekend. Friday night we went uptown, Saturday we stayed in the Elizabeth neighborhood and went to Jackalope Jacks where they serve beer in mason jars. For all of you that don't know, I really dig drinking out of mason jars, and frequently use one for water. I had kept hearing about this bar, and needed to go. We also wound up hanging out with Ben Best (random TVGuide pic below, on the left) because he knew Trip, EC's step bro. It was pretty much epic. When someone comes into a bedroom and wakes you up from a nap by saying "wake up, the strippers are here" and they happen to be on a cultish show on hbo, Eastbound and Down, it's going to be a good night. I have some more stories, but pretty much it was just another weekend in Charlotte. Always memorable!
This upcoming weekend is the Tom Petty concert, which I have been waiting for since...the summer sometime. Last time I went it was with my parents, but was still epic. My mom kept the $11 dollar beers flowing inside after tailgating in the parking lot, and we had amazing seats. This time around I am going with several friends, and even more who I will be meeting up with at the show. I just can't wait. Pretty much the cooler weather has started rolling in, and pretty soon outdoor fun will not be an option. Tom will be the perfect way to end the summer. And I guess he is just about the only person who can keep me in Raleigh for a weekend, apparently.
First official school test tomorrow evening. Then I can sleep.
Thursday, September 9, 2010
VOW - Ben Folds
I felt like I had to do a VOW, since I haven't really been posting it'll be one of those ironic things that pops up once in awhile.
This was actually inspired by this weekend. At some point on Sunday night, this song was brought up. Over tater tots, and some short random argument.
Of course someone called someone else a bitch, which I responded with "Bitches aint shit..." and BFF and Best finished off the song, or at least the better parts of the chorus. I can't tell you how much this song really just like, changed my life.
"I uncocked my shit, I'm heartbroke, but I'm still loked..."
This was actually inspired by this weekend. At some point on Sunday night, this song was brought up. Over tater tots, and some short random argument.
Of course someone called someone else a bitch, which I responded with "Bitches aint shit..." and BFF and Best finished off the song, or at least the better parts of the chorus. I can't tell you how much this song really just like, changed my life.
"I uncocked my shit, I'm heartbroke, but I'm still loked..."
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Baby I like it - Labor Day at EI
This past weekend approached epic. It all started with a weekend last year where EC, CC, and I partied and deemed the weekend song "We Went Out Last Night." Somewhere over the winter and EC being in Denmark, we decided the tradition should continue. Emerald Isle, Long weekend, E Club, raging, tanning...perfection.
This year after much deliberation we decided Labor Day was to be the weekend, and there would be some additional guests for Best's birthday. Friday we headed down after Earl fizzled out and woke up at the beach Saturday. Woke up, went grocery shopping for some nonsubstantial food and alcohol, and headed out to the beach. That is pretty much the story of the weekend. Dinner was had, drinks were had, and we headed to E Club - Night 1.
So pretty much it was well intentioned. My name, Blanche, was in place. As well as Trish, Michelle, and Charlie. We decided on the beach that we needed some fake names to give, and they seemed to work fairly well. Yes, someone did believe a 20-something could have the name Blanche. (Love Marines.)
Things started going south when the following happened: First I was berated by a stranger, then I was shoved, then a drink was spilled on top of my head. On top. Of my head. If it was even on purpose, that would approach cool, like I pissed someone off so badly that they decided to dump a drink on my head. But at that point, it was just annoying. I was ready to go home. So after a convo that included someone saying "if you listen to 'rock lobster' while you trip shrooms its amazing" we left.
2.1 miles later, in a group bonding hike (think Outward Bound), we were home from the infamous E Club. I think we all chugged some water, had snacks, and went to bed.
Let me take a moment to direct you to the website of this establishment. Emeraldclub2001.com.
Yes, that's 2001, nine years ago. This web address is still on their wristbands. Check your pride at the door yall, its an experience.
The second day we headed out to the beach, spent the day, and did much of the same as the first day. Sidebar, I got really tan. Night 2...
Arrangements were made for a couple boys to join later, one being someone I will describe as my BFF. We have known each other for five years now, and pretty much recently I could have a whole slew of posts explaining our relationship. It was his birthday Friday, and he wound up being at home near to the beach for the weekend, so he decided to come by.
We went to dinner at a little roadside place called Jordan's, in close proximity to the E Club, and it was delicious. We had the funniest waitress, who used words like "tender." BFF joined us for dinner, sat down, and asked me if I was ready to rage. The answer, yes. I was ready to make up for the night of a spilled drink on my head, and rage to the fullest.
After dinner we headed home to hang a little bit, and readied ourselves for the evening. Bristol and Crystal were imagined, and we were off. First to a bar where there were a few people (our crew doubled the crowd) and some people seemed to be hating on EC's requests that the band play "Baby I Like It" by Enrique and "Single Ladies" by Beyonce. There were tequila shots served with lemons because the bar "didn't have limes" and other drinks passed around. As planned, raging was happening. But like, what food establishment doesn't have limes?
A little time passed, and the two men decided it was time to continue at the E club. As I am sure you can imagine, raging continued. I think most of the time I spent on the dance floor with "Cotton Eye Joe" and other country songs and then some MJ staples (Beat It, anyone?). I actually haven't danced like I was at a frat function in a really long time, and it was pretty much amazing.
Somehow two extra boys made it back to the house that evening in addition to the others we brought. Tater tots were made. I wound up going for a walk on the beach in somewhat Nicholas Sparks fashion, without the tragedy.
The original mission statement of "Are you ready to rage?" was completely satisfied and possibly surpassed.
Sunday night, as was the case last year, was completely epic. Sunday going out on a long weekend is always the best night to do so.
Monday we made it out to the beach after breakfast and sat around until it was time to clean up and go. I absolutely love EI, my friends, and everything about this past weekend.
Also, "Baby I Like It" was the official tune of this weekend. Kind of can't wait now for year #3!
This year after much deliberation we decided Labor Day was to be the weekend, and there would be some additional guests for Best's birthday. Friday we headed down after Earl fizzled out and woke up at the beach Saturday. Woke up, went grocery shopping for some nonsubstantial food and alcohol, and headed out to the beach. That is pretty much the story of the weekend. Dinner was had, drinks were had, and we headed to E Club - Night 1.
So pretty much it was well intentioned. My name, Blanche, was in place. As well as Trish, Michelle, and Charlie. We decided on the beach that we needed some fake names to give, and they seemed to work fairly well. Yes, someone did believe a 20-something could have the name Blanche. (Love Marines.)
Things started going south when the following happened: First I was berated by a stranger, then I was shoved, then a drink was spilled on top of my head. On top. Of my head. If it was even on purpose, that would approach cool, like I pissed someone off so badly that they decided to dump a drink on my head. But at that point, it was just annoying. I was ready to go home. So after a convo that included someone saying "if you listen to 'rock lobster' while you trip shrooms its amazing" we left.
2.1 miles later, in a group bonding hike (think Outward Bound), we were home from the infamous E Club. I think we all chugged some water, had snacks, and went to bed.
Let me take a moment to direct you to the website of this establishment. Emeraldclub2001.com.
Yes, that's 2001, nine years ago. This web address is still on their wristbands. Check your pride at the door yall, its an experience.
The second day we headed out to the beach, spent the day, and did much of the same as the first day. Sidebar, I got really tan. Night 2...
Arrangements were made for a couple boys to join later, one being someone I will describe as my BFF. We have known each other for five years now, and pretty much recently I could have a whole slew of posts explaining our relationship. It was his birthday Friday, and he wound up being at home near to the beach for the weekend, so he decided to come by.
We went to dinner at a little roadside place called Jordan's, in close proximity to the E Club, and it was delicious. We had the funniest waitress, who used words like "tender." BFF joined us for dinner, sat down, and asked me if I was ready to rage. The answer, yes. I was ready to make up for the night of a spilled drink on my head, and rage to the fullest.
After dinner we headed home to hang a little bit, and readied ourselves for the evening. Bristol and Crystal were imagined, and we were off. First to a bar where there were a few people (our crew doubled the crowd) and some people seemed to be hating on EC's requests that the band play "Baby I Like It" by Enrique and "Single Ladies" by Beyonce. There were tequila shots served with lemons because the bar "didn't have limes" and other drinks passed around. As planned, raging was happening. But like, what food establishment doesn't have limes?
A little time passed, and the two men decided it was time to continue at the E club. As I am sure you can imagine, raging continued. I think most of the time I spent on the dance floor with "Cotton Eye Joe" and other country songs and then some MJ staples (Beat It, anyone?). I actually haven't danced like I was at a frat function in a really long time, and it was pretty much amazing.
Somehow two extra boys made it back to the house that evening in addition to the others we brought. Tater tots were made. I wound up going for a walk on the beach in somewhat Nicholas Sparks fashion, without the tragedy.
The original mission statement of "Are you ready to rage?" was completely satisfied and possibly surpassed.
Sunday night, as was the case last year, was completely epic. Sunday going out on a long weekend is always the best night to do so.
Monday we made it out to the beach after breakfast and sat around until it was time to clean up and go. I absolutely love EI, my friends, and everything about this past weekend.
Also, "Baby I Like It" was the official tune of this weekend. Kind of can't wait now for year #3!
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
The Sunday meal...
This Sunday I woke up and realized I no longer lived near a Bojangles where I could get quality breakfast, and I did not have anyone to go to brunch with (due to our AC possibly being out, no friends could really stay over) so I was completely lost. My two Sunday meal options were eliminated. It wasn't really an organic poptarts kind of morning, so I decided to have macaroni and cheese. Breakfast of champions. By then it was about 11:30 so it was acceptable. And you know you die for the milk in the Lilly Pulitzer cup.
Technically I am back in school, so this behavior is acceptable. And yes, thank you, it was delicious.
Friday, August 20, 2010
Also...
Just wanted to clarify that pretty much the only clip of the scene in Garden State I could find is in German.
So yeah, love YouTube.
So yeah, love YouTube.
Things that made my week...
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It was my first full week of school this week, and there were some things that made it. Here is a list.
1. Music downloads: One of my friends took the liberty to give me the entire Teflon Don CD from Rick Ross. As well as some more inappropriate rap songs (the "Hard in the Paint" remix, etc) and some songs from Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, an indie band. This entire collection of music really just framed my week and made me happy. I needed new things to listen to. I think the other thing here that is key is I am just really into blatantly ridiculous rap, like Rick Ross. So now I have all of his new stuff, which is excellent, that I can quote (inappropriately) as I please and play while I'm driving. In my Volvo. Bitch, I'm MC Hammer.
2. Classes & Homework: All I have to say about this is that finally knowing somewhat what to expect from everything makes a huge transition easier. People seem nice, I don't feel like a complete dumbass, everything should be okay.
3. One of my good friends visited, and it was just really good to see them. People like that make me happy.
4. I finally got back to the whole gymming and tanning (outdoor and indoor) thing. It just makes me feel a little bit better about life in a holistic sense. If you take some time out of the day to do good things for yourself, it can change the landscape of a mood of a day/week/month overall. So that's what I do. And please don't take the time to tell me tanning is really bad. I actually could care less, and I think that is a stupid opinion to share.
Its been a good first week of unemployment and study. I think I may be prepared for all of this after all! And I think I will start looking for a job when it gets a bit colder. I haven't had a break like this since sophomore year.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
The Trifecta, things to have.
On some random night out last year Best and I decided to ask people (guys) in general conversation if they had guns and land. Because pretty much that would be a quality to look for in a person. As the summer got closer, we realized boats were pretty neat too. Thus, The Trifecta was born. I will actually expand on these requirements later, because I have a fairly detailed and comical list. And someone may or may not have told me I should post it(haha). But here is a vocab primer of sorts. Please use this in your own lives.
The Trifecta: Guns, land, and boats.
Life lessons - Hire people
This year we were forced to move from a wonderful house (that was sold to a new owner) to an apartment for 3 people. Despite issues with maintenance and insects that had to be resolved in the place, which was highly recommended by several friends, it seems to now be working out okay. I really hated the thought of moving and felt I was entitled to movers, so I hired them. Best life decision. They give you boxes, and they are free. I rode around with them for a few solid days in my car with the seat folded down, but they were free, and mine. As pictured below, they give you tall boxes for all of your hanging clothes. So you don't have to like rip them out of your closet, throw them in a car, have them go errywhere, and then awkwardly make 10 trips to your car from your new place to get all of your things. I also seem to have alot of clothes...
Oh yeah, and movers move things for you. You kind of get everything ready, then you sit and watch as within a matter of 15 minutes they have most of your things in a truck and ready to go. Then the same thing happens when they are unloading. All of a sudden your things are there, and its done.
I think this was the most adult decision I've made next to buying my car and deciding to go back to school. And really when it comes down to it, if you hate doing manual labor as much as I do, get someone to do it for you. You, your family, and the people who you would have forced into helping you will all appreciate it.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Clusterfuck to school.
So as a few of you know now, I have quit my job and will be completing my postgrad Paralegal certificate. Pretty much I should have a post for everything that has gone on in my life up to this point, so I think I will work on that now that I have alot of free time on my hands. The overall feeling of the past few months was just me in the middle, and many other elements spinning around me. Much like the drug scene in Garden State.
But now I'm back. The job I despised is no longer a part of my life (though I will miss people there). I am so excited to get into my program and really start learning, and have a job that will be more of something I can picture myself doing longterm.
Right now though I am taking some time off and just being a student. And probably scheduling a massage sometime this week. No lie.
But now I'm back. The job I despised is no longer a part of my life (though I will miss people there). I am so excited to get into my program and really start learning, and have a job that will be more of something I can picture myself doing longterm.
Right now though I am taking some time off and just being a student. And probably scheduling a massage sometime this week. No lie.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
more JM wisdom
Because I really just feel like people should read this...
"I used to think that life was an intricate series of levers and pulleys, buttons and switches, Mexican standoffs and hostage negotiations. As I get older I realize that life is more Netherlands minimalist than Jackson Pollock. The problems don’t get fewer, and in fact they grow in number, but the way I index them in the database is different. More problems get filed under fewer category headers.
Things are getting simpler, and it’s making life better. Here’s the cheat sheet:
People want to be liked. We all crave attention and affection and we all reject shame. When we get embarrassed we send a thug version of ourselves to the forefront to do our fighting for us. We’re at the top of the food chain just under fear. We don’t want to be in a relationship to hear the words “I love you,” we want to be in a relationship to say the words “I love you.” We want to feel needed, and exceptional and we hate feeling insignificant. We want to ace a hearing test. We are binary creatures; if we’re the plaintiff, we want to win every dollar. If we’re the defendant, we want guard every penny. We want to make more money than last year. We don’t want to get cancer or die in our cars and we want the same for our loved ones. We go out on weekends to try and have sex while trying not to get punched in the face. We drink so we can be ourselves and not mind it so much. We’re desperate to be understood. We want to know someone else has felt it, too. We hate being judged unfairly. We want to make the person we heard wasn’t all that into us change their minds and admit they had us wrong. We want sunny skies with a chance of killer tornadoes, just to keep music sounding good. We take hours upon hours to admit to self consciousness. We don’t know exactly how to pleasure each other. We just want love. In any and every form."
--John Mayer (via one forty plus)
"I used to think that life was an intricate series of levers and pulleys, buttons and switches, Mexican standoffs and hostage negotiations. As I get older I realize that life is more Netherlands minimalist than Jackson Pollock. The problems don’t get fewer, and in fact they grow in number, but the way I index them in the database is different. More problems get filed under fewer category headers.
Things are getting simpler, and it’s making life better. Here’s the cheat sheet:
People want to be liked. We all crave attention and affection and we all reject shame. When we get embarrassed we send a thug version of ourselves to the forefront to do our fighting for us. We’re at the top of the food chain just under fear. We don’t want to be in a relationship to hear the words “I love you,” we want to be in a relationship to say the words “I love you.” We want to feel needed, and exceptional and we hate feeling insignificant. We want to ace a hearing test. We are binary creatures; if we’re the plaintiff, we want to win every dollar. If we’re the defendant, we want guard every penny. We want to make more money than last year. We don’t want to get cancer or die in our cars and we want the same for our loved ones. We go out on weekends to try and have sex while trying not to get punched in the face. We drink so we can be ourselves and not mind it so much. We’re desperate to be understood. We want to know someone else has felt it, too. We hate being judged unfairly. We want to make the person we heard wasn’t all that into us change their minds and admit they had us wrong. We want sunny skies with a chance of killer tornadoes, just to keep music sounding good. We take hours upon hours to admit to self consciousness. We don’t know exactly how to pleasure each other. We just want love. In any and every form."
--John Mayer (via one forty plus)
the bullshit deer.
Last night I went to see John Mayer live, and I was really impressed with his show.
Pretty much he is an amazing musician and I just feel like he and I would be BFF, and I really also think he needs to write a book. SW, who invited me out agreed, and he apparently doles out advice and real world thoughts at all of his shows.
The Bullshit Deer (I'm paraphrasing)
So you know those things that back when you were 21, 22, took you like 3 years to figure out? It would be like 'Hey! This looks like a great idea!' and then you know, 3 years later you realize it wasn't. It was complete bullshit. What you have to do is treat that idea like a deer, and you have to tag it as bullshit. That way when you see it coming back around you just know, you've already identified it as bullshit. You will not acknowledge this idea. Someone will be like 'Hey John! This could be great!' and you'll just be like 'Ohhhh no, I know you, you're the bullshit deer. This is a horrible idea. Go away!'
And so last night I actually got to tell that story, and luckily the person I was sharing this story with realized they were indeed the bullshit deer. SW and I are currently working on stickers or shirts so we may be able to actually tag these things. I figure it will save other people some trouble.
Also, please note our amazing seats! Really one of the best shows I've been to in awhile.
(photo via BlackBerry)
Monday, July 5, 2010
VOW
So VOW for this week is "Hello" by Lionel Richie. I think this has to be one of the creepiest things I have ever seen. I am still trying to decide which is creepier, the thing in the sculpture class, or the phone call. Either way, it makes me laugh every time. Probably not the point of the video...
I would actually like to meet the person who made this and ask them what the fuck they were thinking.
I would actually like to meet the person who made this and ask them what the fuck they were thinking.
Monday, June 14, 2010
The best way to say something...
I have done alot of growing up over the past four years, and one of those things is just learning how to conduct yourself, generally. One of the most important things you learn as a woman, is sometimes the best way to say something is to not say it at all. Yes, sometimes it is important to express your opinions and feelings, when it is appropriate. Trust I am not a woman for complete silence and that whole "seen but not heard thing" but there are certain situations where its best just to not talk.
I think the most important lesson to learn is this:
If you have to sit down and actually say "I'm better than you!" to someone, you are not.
You really have to take the high road. I personally think that doesn't make you weak, it actually prevents you looking crazy. Let's take two real life examples (I will summarize)...
Scenario 1: So here is a generic situation. This guy breaks up with you, and you are mad. You do start thinking about it, and in the end, maybe he wasn't the best for you. Though you are still annoyed and you do still think he is a douche, it's probably best not to tell him that. Just think about the person on the receiving end...if someone completely blew up at you and explained what a horrible jackass you think they are, you show that you have alot of power to make them upset. People like power, they may actually be impressed at the power they have. You feed them. That is not the object. Take the high road, don't say anything. Again, put yourself in their shoes, if you just didn't hear from a person again (after you were a retard) until you saw or heard from them in an amicable situation, you would think more highly of them. And possibly even clearly see them as the bigger person.
Please also note, if you Facebook chat your ex boyfriend who broke up with you 3 months ago to let them know you're the bigger person and that they're an asshole, you should get your head checked. You are not too good for them, you're the exact opposite. You have a problem, and you are causing problems for those around you. Get help. And girls, if you have a friend like this, help her. "Friendervention" as they say in SATC2...she will thank you one day.
Scenario 2: A more personal experience that I thought about recently. This was kind of like a Jill and Bethenny situation, only homegirl and I were definitely not friends first. Pretty much she started dating someone I had been in a long term relationship with previously. I broke up with him. I could care less who he was dating, and actually I didn't want him in my life. He pulled psycho things like I mentioned in Scenario 1 (see above) and basically I just wanted him to leave me be. So this girl sent me some sort of Facebook courtesy message after there were 1800 photos of them together and awkward sexual wallposts basically saying "hey girl, im dating *****, I hope you don't mind! ttyl! love ya!"
I believe I sent something back to the effect of "Hey, thats cool, he is not a part of my life, I don't care. I hope yall are good together. Kind of think this message was unnecessary, if you felt the need to talk to me about it, it should have been done in person."
That was all. Within three days it turned into this girl telling our whole sorority house I was sending her and my ex boyfriend consistent hate messages, that I had cheated on him, that I threatened her...blah blah blah. I had friends who heard this on a regular basis living in the house, they told me, I was boiling angry. I just remember thinking that I had to take the high road. And I did. I never said anything to that girl, I didn't sit around and trash her character like she chose to sit around and trash mine. It wasn't worth it...what exactly would that prove? And also, the entire time she was running around raving like an idiot, nobody really believed her. At all. I didn't lose any friends at all, she did not become part of the clique she was gearing towards, because they were my friends. They thought she was crazy.
Where do we stand now? All of her friends seem to really like me, and we hang out...and she can't say hi to me in public.
Now I do joke about the fact that I should tell her she needs a nosejob or something, and given the circumstance, I could see it happening if the time was right. But really, that's mostly a joke.
So in the end, who wins...Jill or Bethenny?
I'll give you a hint, I also happen to think pointing is kind of rude too.
I think the most important lesson to learn is this:
If you have to sit down and actually say "I'm better than you!" to someone, you are not.
You really have to take the high road. I personally think that doesn't make you weak, it actually prevents you looking crazy. Let's take two real life examples (I will summarize)...
Scenario 1: So here is a generic situation. This guy breaks up with you, and you are mad. You do start thinking about it, and in the end, maybe he wasn't the best for you. Though you are still annoyed and you do still think he is a douche, it's probably best not to tell him that. Just think about the person on the receiving end...if someone completely blew up at you and explained what a horrible jackass you think they are, you show that you have alot of power to make them upset. People like power, they may actually be impressed at the power they have. You feed them. That is not the object. Take the high road, don't say anything. Again, put yourself in their shoes, if you just didn't hear from a person again (after you were a retard) until you saw or heard from them in an amicable situation, you would think more highly of them. And possibly even clearly see them as the bigger person.
Please also note, if you Facebook chat your ex boyfriend who broke up with you 3 months ago to let them know you're the bigger person and that they're an asshole, you should get your head checked. You are not too good for them, you're the exact opposite. You have a problem, and you are causing problems for those around you. Get help. And girls, if you have a friend like this, help her. "Friendervention" as they say in SATC2...she will thank you one day.
Scenario 2: A more personal experience that I thought about recently. This was kind of like a Jill and Bethenny situation, only homegirl and I were definitely not friends first. Pretty much she started dating someone I had been in a long term relationship with previously. I broke up with him. I could care less who he was dating, and actually I didn't want him in my life. He pulled psycho things like I mentioned in Scenario 1 (see above) and basically I just wanted him to leave me be. So this girl sent me some sort of Facebook courtesy message after there were 1800 photos of them together and awkward sexual wallposts basically saying "hey girl, im dating *****, I hope you don't mind! ttyl! love ya!"
I believe I sent something back to the effect of "Hey, thats cool, he is not a part of my life, I don't care. I hope yall are good together. Kind of think this message was unnecessary, if you felt the need to talk to me about it, it should have been done in person."
That was all. Within three days it turned into this girl telling our whole sorority house I was sending her and my ex boyfriend consistent hate messages, that I had cheated on him, that I threatened her...blah blah blah. I had friends who heard this on a regular basis living in the house, they told me, I was boiling angry. I just remember thinking that I had to take the high road. And I did. I never said anything to that girl, I didn't sit around and trash her character like she chose to sit around and trash mine. It wasn't worth it...what exactly would that prove? And also, the entire time she was running around raving like an idiot, nobody really believed her. At all. I didn't lose any friends at all, she did not become part of the clique she was gearing towards, because they were my friends. They thought she was crazy.
Where do we stand now? All of her friends seem to really like me, and we hang out...and she can't say hi to me in public.
Now I do joke about the fact that I should tell her she needs a nosejob or something, and given the circumstance, I could see it happening if the time was right. But really, that's mostly a joke.
So in the end, who wins...Jill or Bethenny?
I'll give you a hint, I also happen to think pointing is kind of rude too.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
VOW
When I showed Best "Down Under" as my first VOW, she suggested this be the second one. This video doesn't even make sense. Dancing midget? Renaissance? That random blonde chick...
"Safety Dance" - Men Without Hats
"Safety Dance" - Men Without Hats
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Blanche Devereaux
As many of you have probably heard, in passing at least, Rue McClanahan who had played Blanche Devereaux on The Golden Girls passed away last week. I feel like every time a celeb passes now, I feel older. These people were actually part of my life, part of the movies and shows I watch, the music I listened to and grew up with.
But let me just take a moment to talk about Blanche and me, and why she will be so missed. I was introduced to the Girls most recently by a good gay friend I had worked with, and he just randomly started calling me Blanche. It was mostly because at the time I was like a serial dater, and I always wore pearls at work. He said I was a "proper southern woman with a wild side." Truth. Thus I just kind of took it on, I identified with Blanche to some degree. I named my Tumblr after Blanche. Most recently I also decided to introduce myself to strangers in bars as Blanche, just to see how well it went. I will have to explain the art of fake names at bars and what exactly prompted all that later on...
Although I truly do not have a favorite Golden Girl, I do appreciate the character and humor of Blanche Devereaux, and everything she means to all of us women with a bit of charm, sassiness, and a wild side. My wild side will never be quite like her's, however I can assure you, I will appreciate Rue for creating Blanche for many years to come.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
VOW - Video of the Week
So I was talking to Best, one of my good friends about my blog and how I wanted to somehow incorporate awesomely gay, yet great, music videos. She thought it would be quite appropriate to have one a week or so, and they probably should be from the years 1980 - 1999. This will touch on many of the greats of our youth, and provide general entertainment. Maybe it will even inspire some random iTunes downloads, nothing to be ashamed of. My goal is to entertain. There are many videos I could choose to kick this off, so without further ado, I think I have picked one of the best ones...
"Down Under" by Men at Work
"Down Under" by Men at Work
Thursdays
There is always something about a Thursday. At work it's like the last day you really have to work. The weather is always nice on Thursday, and I feel like at least half of the people you know think Thursday could legitimately be Friday. Thursdays are just never a bad day, you all know the week is about to be over, you start forming plans for the weekends. In school there was one bar we all went to on Thursday where the beer was free if you were a girl before 11pm, and now there are beach music concerts to attend as an adult. It's the universal informal end of the week. If you go all out on Thursday, you only have one day to make it through to the weekend, then of course you can start the real weekend life.
Though normally you do have to work and have a legitimate weekday life on a Thursday, there is just something about it that makes it a great day of the week. But somehow Tuesdays always suck, think about it, they do.
I am looking forward to the weekend though, time to relax, work out, tan, and do whatever I want. Maybe even a fair share of throwing down, since my life has been missing that lately. We shall see. The world is my oyster.
Though normally you do have to work and have a legitimate weekday life on a Thursday, there is just something about it that makes it a great day of the week. But somehow Tuesdays always suck, think about it, they do.
I am looking forward to the weekend though, time to relax, work out, tan, and do whatever I want. Maybe even a fair share of throwing down, since my life has been missing that lately. We shall see. The world is my oyster.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
I might be good at this...
For a really long time, many people have told me I would be really good at blogging. I've always been shy to start, but sometime around January or February I decided I would deactivate Facebook in favor of entering the blog world.
Step 1 happened rather quickly, I believe it was the first week of February. Facebook just started freaking me out. The whole idea of it. The number of people who I could see and who could see me. I don't hate on people who are on it, it's just really not for me. I like controlling things, and there was getting to be less and less I could control on that site. It drove me nuts, so it was over. I bid adieu to my friend/enemy/sometimes boo of 4 years in favor of more creative online mediums with which to share my life. Maybe someday either FB will be extinct, or I will reconcile with it in favor of putting up wedding or baby photos. I am hoping for the former (extinction) rather than the latter (forced reconciliation), but until then the future of our relationship remains to be seen.
So then there was the much anticipated "Step 2"
...okay y'all, I understand it's late May. I apologize. I spent much of Feb to present figuring out my next career moves, working out, dating people who bored me, watching the Real Housewives of New York City (and now Jersey also), shopping, and making every weekend count in a fine balance of relaxation and socializing. Living "off the grid" so to speak.
I realized recently while sharing a story through long rambling Gtalk paragraphs while I was at work that honestly, I have some pretty good stories. And well, if my stories are mundane, or not that good, I think I have a way of telling them so that they are fairly entertaining. It was then I had the epiphany of "This is why I should blog." Indeed.
This brings me here right now. I'm not sure what will go on here, but I mean at the very least it should be an entertaining glimpse of what goes on in my life, and what I think on a regular basis. And well, I need somewhere to put these things while I remember them and while everyone else finds it funny.
Step 1 happened rather quickly, I believe it was the first week of February. Facebook just started freaking me out. The whole idea of it. The number of people who I could see and who could see me. I don't hate on people who are on it, it's just really not for me. I like controlling things, and there was getting to be less and less I could control on that site. It drove me nuts, so it was over. I bid adieu to my friend/enemy/sometimes boo of 4 years in favor of more creative online mediums with which to share my life. Maybe someday either FB will be extinct, or I will reconcile with it in favor of putting up wedding or baby photos. I am hoping for the former (extinction) rather than the latter (forced reconciliation), but until then the future of our relationship remains to be seen.
So then there was the much anticipated "Step 2"
...okay y'all, I understand it's late May. I apologize. I spent much of Feb to present figuring out my next career moves, working out, dating people who bored me, watching the Real Housewives of New York City (and now Jersey also), shopping, and making every weekend count in a fine balance of relaxation and socializing. Living "off the grid" so to speak.
I realized recently while sharing a story through long rambling Gtalk paragraphs while I was at work that honestly, I have some pretty good stories. And well, if my stories are mundane, or not that good, I think I have a way of telling them so that they are fairly entertaining. It was then I had the epiphany of "This is why I should blog." Indeed.
This brings me here right now. I'm not sure what will go on here, but I mean at the very least it should be an entertaining glimpse of what goes on in my life, and what I think on a regular basis. And well, I need somewhere to put these things while I remember them and while everyone else finds it funny.
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