Showing posts with label Mal is completely crazy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mal is completely crazy. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Wherein I prove what a total and complete girl I am...

So I'm usually a total music snob. It's bad. That, combined with the skinny jeans, are exactly why Platt calls me an abbreviated hipster. But I've shown before that I have a weakness for cheesy boyband music (coughOneDirectioncough) and herein I will once again prove that I'm really not as cool as I pretend to be.

I love Taylor Swift. And before you start, her music is so not country. It's pop. And I love it. What I really love are the lyrics. They're so...girl power. AND she has an uncanny ability to describe exactly how I feel about all sorts of things. I've listened to her new CD roughly 8000 times since it came out (and it's not more because One Direction put out a new CD just after her, so I had to listen to that long enough to memorize every single lyric and figure out which one of the guys was singing which part. Did I just loose all my cool points? I just don't even care).

Anyway. The whole point of this is to tell you that I found a new life motto. In a Taylor Swift song. Next thing you know, I'll be buying Teen Bop magazine and chewing bubble gum all the time. Oh, you want me to quit editorializing and just tell you what it is? FINE. Impatient much?

"I just think you should know that nothing safe is worth the drive."

 What you don't know about me is that I'm great at pretending that I'm brave and super positive, but when it really comes down to it? I'm a chicken. 100% coward. I don't like to wait for anything and I'd rather stay comfortable than go out on a limb for anything. But lately something is different. And I'm totally okay with it.

So yes. My new life motto might come from a cheesy Taylor Swift song, but you know what? It could have been worse. At least it wasn't a One Direction song.

You may now take away my hipster card...oh wait, we never got them. Decided they were too mainstream.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Sometimes...

... I wish I was a ginger.

... I spend all day in leggings and one of my little brother's sweatshirts. And I love it.

... I car dance SO well that I distract the car next to me and they forget to drive. I'm always proud of myself for that.

... when I'm grouchy, I watch One Direction videos on YouTube and I remember that there's no point being grouchy in a world where Louis Tomlison and his ridiculous jokes are just one click away.

... I love Lee Pace even though he was in the new Twilight movie.

... I still get the plague even though I had my tonsils yanked.

... my internet goes all wonky and even spending an hour on the phone with Corey Shaw doesn't fix it.

... international students say the absolute best stuff in their emails, such as "I wish I could be the lucky dog." I always laugh.

... even though I love my job, I wish I had one that I could wear comfy clothes to instead of fancy pants clothes all the time.

... I get unreasonably excited when I find other Doctor Who fans who will talk about my love for David Tennant with me. As in I jump up and down and clap my hands. I always judge myself just a little for this.

... I realize that I'm going to miss my DVR when I move.

... I wish that I was British.

... I worry entirely too  much.

... popcorn and frozen Junior Mints fix everything.

... watching Pretty Little Liars makes me want to scream yet I can't turn it off.

... I read the same book over and over even though I know exactly what is going to happen.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

This is not a political post...

This is a Hobbit post. You read that right.

This is a post celebrating the goodness that is J.R.R. Tolkien and his brilliance.

It's an epic moment.

I just purchased tickets to see The Hobbit: An Unexpected Journey.

What?! You didn't know about my Lord of the Rings obsession? You must have failed the quiz to be my friend. I'm sorry for you.

You can redeem yourself by watching the video below.


Richard Armitage as Thorn Oakenshield? Martin Freeman as Bilbo? 

I grew up watching the animated version over and over. And I can tell you that in this moment, I am thrilled. THRILLED I tell you!

So, friends. 

Put aside your differences and join me in celebrating the brilliance of The Hobbit. 




Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Yup, I'm THAT girl...

The above statement could apply to a myriad of things. Today these include but are not limited to:

-The girl who started a new job
-The girl who watched about 80 episodes of Friends this weekend during the Nick @ Nite marathon (Team Chandler, all the way)
-The girl who's little sister gave the most incredible farewell talk yesterday
-The girl who met the REAL Luna Lovegood tonight at IHOP in Centerville (you think I'm exaggerating? Not this time).
-The girl that most definitely did not sleep long enough this weekend
-The girl who made stellar cinnamon rolls for her little sister's farewell breakfast (I'm seriously fantastic. You should bribe me to make them sometime. If you're a cute boy, you just have to smile pretty and ask me out and I'll make them)

None of these things are actually what I was thinking about when I wrote the title of this post. 

Let me set the stage. 

Tonight Sara the Theatre Fairy, the Fantastic Charisse, and I made the trek up to Centerville to see "Little Women". A night of theatre combined with hanging out with two of my favorite people? Thank you, Monday. I'll take that. Anyway, back to the point. As with any show, there were some fairly attractive young gentlemen whom I was given the pleasurable task of watching on stage for a few hours. You wanna know what else didn't hurt? They were required to sing. I KNOW. Do you see that puddle on the floor at Centerpoint? Yeah. That's me. I'm writing this using a combination of telepathy and a sonic screwdriver that I borrowed from The Doctor. (Partially because I bawled my eyes out when Beth died. We all forgot tissues and I've never been more grateful for the fact that I wore a black long sleeved t-shirt). Pretty boys who sing? Yes, please. Another benefit of having completely awesomely, fantastical friends? They know EVERYONE. Including darling boys who's voices make my head involuntarily to one side. After the show, we're very casually hanging out in the lobby, just far enough away from the cast so as not to appear creepy (coughSuperfancough) but close enough so that said cute boys could see my big deal friends. That's what happens when you're short and not a theatre person. No one sees you. This is why you have tall friends. Anyway, I'm rambling again. You're reading this and wondering when I'm going to get to the point, aren't you? As well you should be. The point is this: I'm still THAT girl. The one who has a hard time putting together completely sentences when there's a moderately attractive guy around. What happened is this: Fantastic Charisse brings Super Cute Guy  over to talk to our completely awesome little group and instead of answering the question asked me by another friend ("Where do you work?") with the appropriate answer ("The grad admissions office at the business school at the U") it came out more like "Blergity blah mah shshshshshsh" and Sara the Theatre Fairy had to save me by providing the actual answer. She assures me that I didn't sound that ridiculous, but she wasn't in my head and it was all pretty much mush. Mostly because I could hear Fantastic Charisse whispering things about me to Super Cute Boy ("She works for the U business school and she's getting ready to start her masters in history") while he's kinda trying to break into the conversation. So yes. I'm still that girl who is twelve on the inside and can't form a coherent thought around anyone who has all the cookies.

If all else fails, at least I'm entertaining.

And they say I can't act.   

Monday, August 6, 2012

Help a girl out...

Who doesn't like being asked for their opinion on something? Absolutely no one that I know. Most people like to share their thoughts on various things (mint green skinny jeans, music, my hair color/length, TV shows...you name it) so I'm going to ask for yours RIGHT NOW.

Here's the deal: 

I finally bought a new computer. I've needed a new one for going on two years now.  Poor Casey had been through a lot. Remember that time I gave him a soy milk bath? And how he had his memory wiped...four times? He got me through the Week of the Five Papers (the Native American name, naturally. The other name should not be used in polite company) as well as countless other late nights and hosted quite the dance party in his day. But alas, dear Casey, it is time to say goodbye. This is where I need your help. DESPERATELY. This little machine of delightfulness doesn't have a name. I asked for suggestions on Facebook and Instagram (because what kind of good hipster would I be if I didn't Instagram my new purchase?) and got quite a few great responses, but now I can't decide. So please please please. If you love me at all. Leave a comment with your vote:

*Rory Williams aka Rory the Roman or Mr. Pond (ala Doctor Who) -Nevitt
*Louis -Squeegee
* Jasper -Daniel
*Vidanric -Nevitt (again)
*Oy with the Poodles Already (Poodles for short) -Amanda
*Della -Martha
*Pete -Hermana Boone
*Sheldon -Alex
*Oscar -Jen Cowling
*Dell Paxton ("You are my biggest fan.") -Liz
*Rum Pot Dellicus -Megan
*Humperdink -Platt
*Clarence -Em
*Captain Jack Harkness (Also ala Doctor Who) -Tina

Let the opinion giving begin now. If your name is picked, I'll send you cookies. 

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Wherein I prove that I'm really a 15 year old girl on the inside...

You know how they say that some people's growth is  permanently stunted around a particular age or event? I'm fairly certain that mine is 15. At least where boy bands are concerned. You see, I grew up during the N*Sync and Backstreet Boys craze of the late 90's/early 2000. I was never big 'boy band' kind of girl. I danced so I was well acquainted with their tunes, but I never owned a CD. I never taped one of their songs off the radio (someone please tell me they remember doing this... nope? I'm the only one? Then you're all lying in order to appear younger). I firmly believe this is why my boy band phase has hit (and hit hard) in my late twenties. And it is late twenties. I don't care what any of you say. Are you closer to 30 than 23? Do most of your friends have small people running around their homes? Do most of your friends OWN homes? Then you're in your late twenties. Welcome.

Anyway, what is playing on repeat on  my iPod, computer, CD player in the car and iPad for the last two months?


And it's not just because they're British...though that helps.

In two weeks alone I listened to one of the songs (coughWhatMakesYouBeautifulcough) over 50 times. My hipster side is judging so hard right now that I almost can't hear anything else...except for Liam, Harry, Zayn, Niall and Louis sweetly singing about 10 other songs in my head at all times. Saddest part? I've listened to it enough times that I could go through any given song and tell you who is singing at what time. I know all of the words to all of their songs and happily sing along. I even YouTubed them. And they're hilarious. I kinda want to be best friends with them...Louis in particular. Anyone who decides that a fake, stuffed bird is named Kevin and that he talks should be my friend. 

I'm now going to join a support group while I'm wildly judged on the interwebs for this. No one will ever wonder why I'm single again. I just gave definitive proof. 

I'll see you after detox.

Thursday, May 10, 2012

A collection of completely non-related things that I find completely interesting...

-On 10 May 1940 Winston Churchill became PM of Britain. Cool, no?

-The Avengers made over $200 million on their opening weekend. That just proves that my complete admiration is not misplaced. But just to double check, I'll be going to see it again with Alex on Saturday afternoon, with Liz (for historical research purposes) next week and again with Squeeg on my birthday (because who doesn't want to spend the day with both Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth as well as Jeremy Renner? A crazy person, that's who.)

-There are 17 days until my birthday. There are 52 days until Charisse gives up her ex-pat ways and finally comes back to the US of A for a good long while. This means that the First Annual David Tennant Appreciation Night can happen.

-Speaking of the fantastic Mr. Tennant, I've had two discs of Doctor Who sitting on my DVD player for almost two weeks. I can't bring myself to actually let it end.

-I'm completely head over heels for Benedict Cumberbatch after this week's episode of Sherlock. Let's be  honest: I loved him before, but this week we've moved into full blown obsession mode.

-One of my friends jumped about 10,000 points on my ridiculously awesome scale when he told me that he has Keeping Up Appearances on DVD. Eli McCann,  you are now definitely in the running for my favorite person.

-We're getting new art put in our office this week and I'm pretty much in love. I also think that everyone should come visit and see it. It's worth the drive.

- After chatting with some friends, I'm seriously considering opening my own Etsy store to sell my cards as well as offer my handwriting services. I feel that this could be a way to finance a trip to Europe. Thoughts?

Monday, May 7, 2012

By way of an update....

I survived graduation (hooray) and as present from the karma gods, I woke up with the plague Saturday morning. Which now means I've spent that last two days in bed doing absolutely nothing but watching lots of episodes of Castle and eating mint M&Ms. 

However, I have my priorities straight: despite graduation looming like a nasty dark cloud over my world, I did make time to see The Avengers at midnight on Thursday/Friday. It was amazing. Actually, amazing doesn't even begin to cover it. There are no words. Because, let's be honest, Chris Hemsworth's arms can't be described by any words that the English language has created. There was some definite thought put towards making a shrine in Joss Whedon's honor for his brilliance in writing and directing such an incredible movie... Can you tell that I liked it just a little bit?

Monday, April 30, 2012

Remember how I graduated last spring?

And remember how when you graduate the stress of final exams is supposed to be gone? Yeah, I did too. But the last two weeks have proved to be absolutely insane. Like off the charts. I feel like I'm living solely on Diet Coke. I have that finals haze hanging over my mind kind of insane. This is partly because I'm tutoring at the Burb again so I've been working an extra 4 hours each night after my regular job at the business school. Also? I'm in charge of helping plan graduation for the b-school. Which means that I'm pretty sure that before Friday my pretty little head is going to spin clean off my shoulders. I haven't felt this...manic? Insane? Exhausted? Wiped out? In desperate need of a day closed sunny room, with a pile of books and a cup of tea? In an extremely long long time. It's not that I hate either of my jobs. I actually quite like them both. I love my students (most of the time). I love getting to teach history on a daily basis. I like getting to 'administrate' and organize at my b-school job. I won't lie to you though: I'd like to have time to eat something more than cold cereal or sushi from the Smiths on 9th and 9th every day. 

So I'm begging you, dear readers. Tell me something lovely and wonderful. 

And go.

Friday, March 30, 2012

DID YOU KNOW?!




A) Did you know that Ender's Game is one of my top 5 favorite books? (If the answer to this is no, you haven't taken the friendship quiz. Or if you did, you failed.)

2) That after YEARS of IMDB saying that they were in "pre-production" for the movie they finally released a cast list?!

tres) That I'm beyond thrilled about all of the casting that I've seen so far?

You wanna see?

Ender:
Right?! I mean, he's a little older than Ender is in the book, but he's a phenomenal actor and I love him already.

Valentine:
Believe it or not, that is Abigail Breslin. I was shocked. And amazed. And thrilled because she's a lovely actress.

Peter:
He'll do.

Graff:
I never imagined Graff as being good looking. Ever. Just fat. Really really fat.

Mazer Rackham:
This might be my favorite casting decision of all. He's precisely who I imagined Mazer looking like when I read the book. I squealed a little (read: A LOT) when I saw his name on the list.

Anderson:
I haven't decided yet how I feel about them changing Anderson's character into a woman. I have NO doubt that Viola Davis can pull it off (the woman can ACT), but it changes the tone of the character quite a bit.

(There are about a million more characters, but I'm only going to give you two more. You can go here to see the rest of the cast).

Petra:
Once again, she'll do.

Bean:
Bean is my favorite character in the book next to Ender. And since I've seen this kid on NCIS, I give him two thumbs up. He's fab.



So there you have it. My nerdiness is about to hit a whole new level, friends. Prepare yourselves.

M

Monday, March 19, 2012

Side Effects of Being An Assistant...

First off, you all should know that I'm a horrible person. As long as we have that established, you can read on.

Because of my job, I attend a lot of meetings. I take notes. I bring coffee. I make copies. I give brilliant suggestions that make the entire room gasp in admiration and appreciation. (One of these things is not like the other...) Basically, I'm Pam from The Office, minus the whole Jim situation. Unfortunately.

Anyway, because I studied history, I'm a fantastic note taker. No joke. It's one of my superpowers. My last semester of school, I was paid to take notes in one of my classes. It was delightful. I basically got paid to go to class. But again, I digress. As I'm sitting in these meetings, (many of which are incredibly boring), I tend to people watch. I do this because I can take a minimal amount of notes and still recall most of what was said. (See? Superpower, baby!) In all of my observing, I've noticed that there are a few different kinds of meeting goers. For your express enjoyment, I will separate them into categories:

- The Bobble Head: This particular specimen is always a pleasure to observe. Don't tell me you don't know what I'm talking about. This is the co-worker who is constantly nodding their head along with whomever may be speaking, constantly making earnest eye contact so as to make the speaker feel validated. Now, a nod every now and again to agree with a well chosen point is always a good thing. But a Bobble Head has a tendency to nod for the entire duration of the meeting. What is actually being said is of no consequence, a Bobble Head will continue to nod even if you suggest that Martians are going to take over the company and all human jobs will be outsourced to Jupiter. Resist the urge to hold their head still for them. It could lead to some awkward water cooler conversations.

-The Paper Shuffler: The Paper Shuffler or PS has a tendency, exactly as their identifier suggests, to unnecessarily move their papers around. And around and around. It has been suggested by professionals that if you have a PS in your midst it's a-okay to skip them when giving out the meeting's hand outs. You may want to conveniently run out of meeting agendas. It'll save you the time and the sanity.

-The Note Taker:  That guy who sits in the corner, furiously scribbling down every blessed word that anyone says (particularly the boss)? At times you wonder if you see smoke rising gently from underneath the tip of his pen? To be honest, you probably can. The Note Taker will probably be able to recite entire conversations after the fact. Unfortunately for him, it has nothing to do with a superpower. Be sure to have an extra writing utensil close at hand just in case the Note Taker's stops working. You wouldn't to deal with the meltdown.

-The Daydreamer: You know that girl who stares out the window the entire meeting? What? There's no window in your conference room? Okay, fine. A Daydreamer will stare at a blank wall. They also have the tendency to make comments completely unrelated to the current topic. Every now and again, you might want to bump their arm to keep them moderately engaged.

-The Fidgeter: Meetings that contain a fidgeter are particularly difficult for me. It takes all of the very small amount of self-control that I possess not the dive across the table and yank the pen, paperclip, small piece of paper or cell phone out of a figeter's hand and throw it across the room. That wouldn't cause much of a scene would it?

and last but not least...

-The Interrupter: This particular breed of meeting goer is among the most deadly. They make it incredibly difficult to get a word in edgewise and frequently starts sentences with "I did that last week" and "I think that somebody should get on that" or "I think that sending Mallorie to England is a lovely idea" (Okay, maybe not so much that last one). Often, the Interrupter (or Humanus Interruptus) will do their best to change the entire topic of discussion, bringing everything back to their "accomplishments" or "contributions". You may want to grab the Fidgeter's pencil and shove it in their eye. Do NOT resist this temptation. It will be for the good and  betterment of all.


Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Tuesday Treat...

Oh hi! Happy Tuesday! Did you make it through Monday unscathed? I did, though my wallet did not. Blast that Ikea picture frame section. And blast my mother for buying me so many awesome pictures that need framing. (I know, I'm spoiled. I'll admit it freely. My mom is awesome.) Anyway, since I don't have any of my own wonderful words of wisdom for you on this lovely Tuesday (is it lovely where you are? It's lovely here, though pretty darn windy. But SO very warm. And how's a girl to complain about that? She's not. Especially when her feets are properly warm for the first time in months. Months, I tell you!), I thought I should leave you with some other wonderful words of wisdom via that completely addicting site called Pinterest. Oh? You wanna follow me? I suppose I can help you out with that. Follow away, dear readers.




Can I get an amen?

Loves!

M



Tuesday, March 6, 2012

A smallish rant or two...

So this morning, as I was doing my regular perusing of the interwebs before getting down to business (ba ha ha, that's funny since I work at the business school. Get it? Sometimes I just crack myself up), I found this  article from clear back in November before that 8th and final Harry Potter movie came out on DVD.

Before you start guessing, I'm not really upset by the fact that Rowling thought seriously about killing Ron. I mean, he's lovely and all, but it wouldn't have been the end of my world. What just drives me nuts is the comments. I only read a few of the over 2,000 but if one more person mentioned how the "movies would have played out differently without Ron" then I was going to scream. And not a nice little dainty scream. A break-the-glass-help-someone-is-trying-to-kill-me scream. Yes, dear tech smothered generation, the movies would have played out differently but ONLY because they were based on these lovely things called books, which definitely would have turned out differently without Ron. Read one. It might help you learn about cause and effect.

And scene.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Wherein you join me in the realization that David Tennant is the perfect man...

If you don't know who I'm talking about then feel free to remove my blog from your reader right now. We can never be friends. This is harsh? I don't even care. David Tennant. Oh David Tennant. You'd know him if you saw him. Oh you want to see him now? I'm happy to oblige.




Are you breathing normally again? I look at these pictures on a fairly regular basis (one of them might be the current background on my phone and the others are most definitely in my screen saver), so I'm fairly used to seeing his perfection, though I'm not immune to his charm. Not only does he have an incredibly darling Scottish accent, but he makes a brown pinstripe suit and Chuck Taylors look hotter than most men could ever hope to (excepting Zachary Levi, of course). How can you not love someone who, at the age of three, told his parents that he wanted to become an actor so he could play Doctor Who? Who, after playing the Doctor to perfection for three seasons, went on to play Hamlet with the Royal Shakespeare Company and who (be still my heart) played Berowne in Love's Labour's Lost with the same company? Did you happen to know that Berowne's love letter to Rosaline is one of my very most favorite quotes? That's right. Chalk up a few more points for yourself, Mr. Tennant. 

He made nerdy glasses cool before hipsters did and frequently says things like, "Wibbly wobbly timey wimey" and "Brilliant!", taught me to properly pronounce the name of the planet Raxacoricofallapatorius and uses a sonic screwdriver. He can travel forward, backward, sideways... let's be honest, pretty much anyway in time and to top it all off, he has absolutely fantastic hair as well as having brown eyes and dimples. Perhaps you recognize the Fantastic Mr. Tennant from the Harry Potter films? Particularly... Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire?  Why yes! He's Barty Crouch, Jr.! Personally, I think that he should have played Remus Lupin. A) Because Remus is supposed to be good looking and hi, he's lovely. 2) Remus has a much larger role, which equals more screen time for my darling David.  III) Aside from his good looks and his sheer awesomeness, he's a fantastic actor and could have pulled off the part perfectly. If he didn't scare the bejeezes out of you as Barty, then you're a nut. 

I know. He's pretty much the perfect man. Why do you think I've been taking my sweet time watching series two, three and four of Doctor Who?! I'm going to have a panic attack when he regenerates into Matt Smith. 

Send chocolate, I'm going to need it. 

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

[Insert Mildly Interesting Title Here]

Do you ever feel like you're just riding along in life and all the sudden the chain falls off your proverbial bike? You're sailing down the street and something just isn't clicking right, you look down and the chain is sagging to one side and there's grease all over your favorite pair of pants. That's been the last couple of days around these parts. (And no, for any Smug Marrieds* [Bridget Jones? Anyone? Blast.] or Smug I'm-in-a-relationship-thank-you-very-muches* that are reading this, it has nothing to do with Valentine's Day. I had a blast last night with my wonderful friends eating way too much fantastic food and reenacting Awkward Family Photos. Pictures to come, I'm sure). It's mostly that all my jokes seem to have gone completely stale and my timing is off on simply everything. I'm talkin' crickets here, people. I'm waiting for the tomatoes and assorted fruits to come next. I can't seem to react properly to anything. I either overreact, under-react, or do something that's so far outside the realm of normal that people stare at me with their heads tilted to one side and that nervous stare they give the mentally unstable. You know exactly what I'm talking about: the one where you can read the fight or flight instinct flashing through their eyes. "Do I run or can I fight the crazy off? What weapons do I have that might be useful against this insane half human half genetic disaster?" 

See. I knew you knew what I meant. 

*This was in no way a dig at my married friends. It's a term Bridget Jones uses to describe people who think they're better than you are just because their relationship status has changed. I'm lucky enough to be friends with lovely people, but these are the interwebs after all and you never know who's going to read your musings. 

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Sometimes...(yup, it's back)

...I see other bloggers do "Sometimes" posts and I wonder if they got the idea from me. (What? I'm self-centered.)

...I don't write on my blog because I can't think of anything wildly entertaining to say. If you had friends who wrote blogs like this you'd be worried about this as well.

...I spend entirely too much time watching Doctor Who. Platt always gives me a hard time for it.

...I realize that Wal-Mart smells like a mix between dirty laundry, fried foods and too much cologne. These moments of clarity lead me to shop at Target.

...I stay up entirely too late looking at artwork on Etsy that is absolutely overpriced.

...my little bloggy gets neglected in favor of Rose and the Doctor. And Shawn and Gus. And murder mystery novels.

...it's not too bad that it didn't snow much this winter. No slipping on ice? Check. No worrying about whehter or not I got frostbite on my toes? Double check. How is this a bad thing?

...my sweet brother posts totally awesome versions of The Beatles "Blackbird" on my Facebook wall. (Did you know that it's my very favorite Beatles song? This is knowledge that is part of the quiz in the application to be my friend. I just gave you a free answer. You're welcome.)

...the urge to make cupcakes is too overwhelming to ignore. These are the days that I wish I had a roommate to help me eat them.

...the nerd in me comes out in uncontrollable spurts.

...the book piles around my bed get so high that I can't differentiate between the stacks of books that are 'to read', 'have already read but can't bear to have put in the book room in the basement', 'lend to friends' and 'catalog in LibraryThing'. It's a hard knock life.

...I judge other people based on their grammar.

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Letters to no one...

Dear new cafe here in the business school, 

 Chicken noodle, minestrone, tomato basil, potato leak and veggie are all types of soups. What's that you say? Chili is missing? No. No, it's not. Because chili is not a soup. PUHLEASE learn the difference and quick. It's cold and I want soup.

Sincerely,
  A soup-less and slightly grouchy administrative assistant

Dear Union, 
  Thanks for having a chicken Caesar salad for me.  And for giving me the chance to run into Tracey. It made the freezing cold walk back to the b school worth it.

Love, 
  A FINALLY sated girl

Dearest, darlingest Diet Coke,
  You and me, baby. Furrrrever.

All my love, 
  A girl that would marry you if it were socially acceptable

 Dear snow, 
 I know that you and I have had a love-hate relationship since my return from sunny Southern California nearly four years ago, but (and don't take this the wrong way) could you hurry up and make an appearance around these parts? It's not that I actually want you around; what with all the slushing up my drive to work and constantly putting me in mortal danger when I leave the safety of my house to do something so simple as a run to the grocery store; but I live in this thing called a desert and we kinda need you in order to make it though the summer.

Impatiently yours, 
The short girl who hates it when you get her pants wet but is willing to sacrifice for the good of the many


Dear Tuesday, 
I appreciate the time and energy that you've put forward to be more awesome than Monday. Just know that you efforts have been noted and are greatly appreciated.

Cordially yours,
A fellow Monday hater

Sunday, January 1, 2012

A rant and a resolution or four...

To be perfectly honest? I usually find that New Years' Eve is a waste of some well done make up and a carefully chosen outfit. I spend half the night worrying that I have lipstick on my teeth and the other half checking the clock to see if it's time to go home and take my shoes off. (I NEVER walk around random places barefoot. The only exception? My little brother's wedding. I wore 5 inch heels all day. My poor little Hobbit feets were screaming in pain by the end of the reception. That's when I did what any reasonable, sane adult type person would do: I took off those instruments of torture and ran across the parking lot shoe-less; all the while whimpering that my feet were getting dirty. I then promptly washed my now dirty feet when I returned home. But I digress). Don't get me wrong: I've got great friends and we do fun things, but when looked at objectively; New Years' Eve is just another night where most people drink too much and make out in a public place, both of which are socially acceptable on that date. It's also encouraged to throw paper at people and walk around with glitter in your hair; though I suppose those could be considered points in the pro column for New Years', as I like to do both on a regular basis.The only worth while part of the whole business is the resolutions. I love making New Years' resolutions. Usually, I go crazy and try to find a million things that I want to improve; but then end up forgetting about all of the goals that stress me out by February. One year, I even made a goal to make fewer goals, but you can probably guess how well that turned out. So, in a real effort to make some adjustments, I decided that I'd make a few simple goals this year. Are you ready? Hold on to your hats:

A) Go to bed by 11 pm. (I know. I'm getting old. Don't judge me! It just makes getting up at quarter to 7 so much easier).
2) Read more, watch less TV (so as to cut down on the massive pile of unread books currently taking up space on my nightstand. I've already finished one. Seven thousand to go).
Thirdly) Go running three times a week. (Because to be honest? I loathe running. If I tell  myself I must go every day then I get stressed that I'm not doing enough. The number three sounded about right.)
Cuatro) Do something unexpected. This has already been fulfilled. Wanna see?

Since I fulfilled resolution cuatro on the second day of the year, I thought it only fair to add one more. (And before you ask, no, my  hair is not in a ponytail). I like round numbers.
So number five) Quit biting my nails.  It's a wretched nervous habit and it must end now!

So there you have it, my dear friends. A rant and a resolution...or four.

Stay classy.

M

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Top 10 Reasons I'm Sick of Being Sick...

Have you wondered where I've been? All two of you that actually check this blog looking for updates. I know  you've been concerned for my safety. I think I even heard whisperings of a search party being sent out on my behalf; but fear not, good readers, this blogger is alive and mostly well. That's right. I've got my second case of the plague in three short weeks. Since I love to make lists (and I'm bored stiff after spending 2 days in bed), here's a list of the top 10 reasons I know I'm sick of being sick.

10) I have spent approximately 10 hours pinning useless things on Pinterest. 
9) I actually went through a whole gallon of orange juice. (I hate orange juice).
8)I watched all of He's Just Not That Into You, not just the parts with Alex and Gigi like I (or any sane person) normally do.
7) I actually took 2 days off of work to stay in bed. 
6) I've been in bed before 10 pm for the last three nights.
5) I'm all caught up on every single TV show I watch and my DVR is completely clear.
4) I haven't cleaned my kitchen or vacuumed in three days.
3) I wore my pajamas to Noodles & Co. yesterday to get chicken noodle soup
2) I didn't even care when two overly quaffed, overly waxed and overly dressed guys pointed and laughed at my black and white snowflake pj pants and bright pink hoodie, which were paired with my brown slippers. Yup, I'm classy. 

and reason number #1 that I'm sick of being sick:

1) I actually watched an entire season of NCIS and now a little bit bored with Gibbs & Co. It's not their fault, you see. But when a girl only leaves the house twice in a couple of days, she starts to feel like she's trapped inside. And then she gets bored with even the most exciting things. 

So I beg of you, dear neglected readers, tell a girl something exciting.

(Also, I finally updated my quotes of the week. Be excited.)

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Think of it as personality dialysis...


So I just took this fun little personality test... this is link. How's about you take it and then post your results so I can see?! Yes, yes, I love this plan. Now go, dear readers!! (Kudos to this cutie who gave me the link!)

Conscientious


You feel it's important to work according to a plan and finish every task, to do things correctly and thoroughly.

You are not the kind of person who abandons a project before finishing it, or slacks off when you've lost interest.

Aesthetic

You appreciate art, beauty, and design; you know that they are not superficial but absolutely crucial to living the good life. You have good taste, and you're proud of it. Those with a high score on the "aesthetic" trait are often employed in literary or artistic professions, enjoy domestic activities — doing things around the house — and are enthusiastic about the arts, reading, and travel.
You don't think it's pretentious to be moved by art and beauty. You're not one of those who believe it doesn't matter what something looks like as long as it does its job.

Curious

You like to get to the bottom of things. You're not content knowing what someone did; you want to know why they did it.
You don't simply take things as they are and move on; you're not content skimming along on the surface; you don't feel you're wasting time by digging for the meaning of things.

Assertive

You behave in a confident and forceful manner, take charge of the situation, raise your hand in class, stand up for what you think is right, and lead others. Among those who have a high score on the "assertive" trait, many have jobs in which they are valued for their organizational skills as well as their talent for supervising others.
You are not interested in fading into the woodwork, leaving everything to fate, taking more time than necessary to accomplish a task, or avoiding confrontation.

Warm

You have a genuine interest in other people. You're a natural host, and are always thinking about how you can increase the happiness of those around you. When friends have problems or are in trouble, you're usually the first person they turn to for aid and comfort. Scoring high on the "warm" trait suggests that you are among those who enjoy domestic activities — doing things around the house — and are enthusiastic about charitable work, helping others, and making the world a better place.
You don't always say exactly what you're thinking; you don't like the idea of causing anyone pain because of your criticism.

Responsible

You fulfill your obligations and responsibilities, are true to your word, and generally obey the rules. While the majority of those who have a high score on the "responsible" trait enjoy traveling, they are usually very happy to return home — and don’t mind staying put for a while.
You're opposed to making hasty decisions, you don't insist that you're above the rules, nor do you feel compelled to color outside the lines.

Focused

You know how to lock in on what's important. You quickly prepare yourself for a task, you don't procrastinate, and you don't let up until the job is done to your satisfaction.
You are the opposite of scattered. You don't procrastinate before starting a task, and you almost never lose track of what you're doing.

Organized

You like to think a task through before you embark on it. If it's the slightest bit complicated, you make a list (even if it's only in your mind) and methodically work your way through it. When you have a goal in mind, you're not satisfied until you reach it.
You are not one of those people who ignore the details, and you don't understand how anyone can get anything accomplished without thoughtful planning ahead of time.

Optimistic

You are a "glass half-full" kind of person, always on the lookout for the silver lining. Your happiness is contagious, which is why others like to be around you.
You do not feel that the world is an intrinsically depressing place; you are not the kind of "realist" who thinks that only fools find joy in life.

Introspective

You like your own company; you're a very interesting person. Tracking your own mental processes, knowing what you're thinking and why you do what you do, is important to you. Often, what's going on in your mind is more compelling than what's going on outside. For the most part, those with a high score on the "introspective" trait enjoy reading, taking long walks, learning new things, and other solitary activities.
You are not someone who is constantly looking to be among a group of friends; you never feel bored when you are by yourself.
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