Showing posts with label Blogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blogs. Show all posts

Monday, June 25, 2012

Oh heeey...

You wanna know something I'm best at? 

Forgetting to blog.

And now Eli, who is totally blog famous despite his complete and total inability to properly learn to use simple technology (like the camera on his cell phone), has mentioned me on his blog. You should probably read the post. (But after you've finished reading this one. I need the attention.) If only because I'm mentioned and that means that my list of life goals are now half as long. I can safely cross: "Find a way to get yourself mentioned on Eli's blog so you can feel special" off. Which means that I now have to write something fantastic just in case someone makes their way over here expecting to be entertained.

In all reality, it feels to good to have accomplished something worthwhile despite the fact that the last two weeks of life have pretty much been a complete wash when it comes to productivity. Turns out? Getting your tonsils yanked? It makes one extremely tired. And sore. And grouchy. And sick of watching TV. Who knew? I found something very important out about myself in these last two weeks: I am far too achievement oriented to be a good sick person. I drove everyone around me batty. I'm lucky that my family loves me. Particularly my madre and my sisters. One day, while fairly high on some sort of lovely drug that was 100% prescribed to me by a licensed medical professional, I tried to do laundry. I'm sure that it was extremely entertaining to watch a girl who couldn't walk in a straight line if her life depended on it stumble back and forth from the laundry basket to her closet. Hey, I'm nothing if not entertaining. Now, dear readers, I'm mostly healed and back at my lovely place of work. It feels absolutely fantastic to be DOING something again.

Update me on what's going on in your worlds. I need comments. The doctor said it would help my throat heal faster.

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Something wonderful...

Alright. I still stink as a blogger. But I'm going to make it up to you by having you read this. If you've read this blog for very long, you know that I adore Meg. She's fantatic and wonderful and amazing and I simply love her.  (I was so lucky as to get to have lunch with her last summer when she was living in Utah. Be jealous.) Anyway, because I'm a horrible blogger, I give you the words of an incredible one to make up for it. Forgive me?

M

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Date a Girl Who Reads...

I found (and stole it) this on the wild and wily ways of a brunette bomb shell because let's be honest: Meg is brilliant and this is lovely.

Date a Girl Who Reads
by Rosemarie Urquico

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve. 

Find a girl who reads. You'll know that she does because she'll always have an unread book in her bag. She's the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand bookshop? That's the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She's the girl reading while waiting at that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peak in her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she's kind of engrossed already. Lost in the world of the author's making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. Ask if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that when she says she understood James Joyce's Ulysses she's just trying to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It's easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality, but by God, she's going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things will come to an end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea, and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She'll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because, for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or at a rock concert. Or very casually the next time she's sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn't burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk in the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you're better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes. 

Thursday, June 30, 2011

A few things I'll never understand... (The blog world edition)

I know. Ya'll thought I was so brilliant that there was NOTHING left that I didn't understand. Fear not, dearest readers, there are plenty of things in this world that make me tilt my pretty little strawberry blonde** head to one side and raise an eyebrow. Plus, people keep doing ridiculous things that continue to puzzle me. And lucky for ya'll, you get to read my innermost thoughts and wonderings via this snappy, snarky and stupendous blog. I know. You're excited.

* How everyone suddenly thinks they're a professional photographer: Yeah. You just have an extremely expensive camera that you barely know how to use. I will not be paying you an exorbitant amount of money for you to take substandard photos with techniques you learned from a tutorial on another armature photographer's blog.

* Why looking down and letting your hair fall in your face is now The Thing in pictures. Busy Bee Lauren can do it because she's awesome and has truly fantastic hair. She also includes quite a few pictures of her actual face in the post.

* Fashion blogs in general. I read a couple of fashion blogs. They're really fun sometimes. But just because you own a pair of skinny jeans and wear a belts in places that they don't traditionally belong does not mean that the whole world wants to know where you buy every single item of your clothing. (Disclaimer: I know I know. Just stop reading those blogs. But you know what? Sometimes they have really cute stuff on them. I just skip all of the freaking outfit posts.)

* DIY/Tutorials. Granted, there are some things that I would love to learn to do myself. I grew up with an incredibly crafty mom. The woman could make just about anything look like it was purchased at a store. But guess what? Not everyone has that talent. Sometimes things just look cheesy. I mean please. How many different things can you stick on a freaking headband?!

*Etsy. I love buying things off Etsy. In fact, I buy most of the presents I give people off Etsy. But let me tell you something: the entire world does not need their own Etsy store. About eleventy billion people already sell headbands/homemade rings/tutus/fudge/cookies/crochet iPod covers. Just make them for your friends and be happy about it.

*Vintage. Just because it's old doesn't mean that it's vintage. And for the record, I liked old things before it was cool.

Also. Don't be all offended by anything I said. This is just me ranting. And I'm not calling anyone out. So don't get your knickers in a twist.

** Don't worry. The strawberry part of that blonde is totally fake.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Sometimes... (part 2)

...I love to eat with chop sticks. It makes me feel international. 


...I put my iPod on shuffle just so I can see how many totally unrelated songs play in a row.


...I have the undeniable urge to answer the phone in Spanish just so people will be confused.


...I stay up late reading for no apparent reason, just because I feel like it.


...I get anxious about silly things. (Okay, almost all the time).


...I want to randomly hang up on people at work because they bother me. 


...I don't understand how I can eat an insane amount of sugar and not be sick at all, but a little bit of wheat or dairy and I hate my life.


...the sun makes me happy. Other days, I just want it to go away.


...I wonder if my love of cloudy days makes me a depressing person. 


...I write letters to my future husband ala Meg Fee


...life reminds me of something I've read in a book. Sometimes, it's the other way around.


...I save old text messages that say lovely things from my friends so that when I'm having a not so lovely day I can read them and remember that someone loves me.


...I wish that I was brave enough to do all the things that scare me in life.


...I purposely use very large words in sentences for the sole purpose of confusing the other person with whom I'm talking. I hate to see my extensive vocabulary go to waste. 


...I wonder if anyone actually reads my blog.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Sometimes...

...I worry when I'm walking down the stairs that I'm going to twist my ankle. I know that it's completely irrational, but I've done it so many times that I'm always worried that I'll do it again.


...people call my desk and ask for John Huntsman. He's the US Ambassador to China, so let me just transfer you right on over to Beijing.


...I remember that my job is 1200 times better then most people's jobs.


...I am fed lunch at work. (Like the past 2 days, we've had catered events by two of my favorite caterers. Huzzah for not eating campus food.)


...I spend 14 hours on campus. (Case in point: Today I had to work both my jobs, go to class and a study session. This is not in any way a complaint, solely an observation.)


...I walk and read. I was doing this very thing this morning on my way to the Trax station.


...I dye my hair kinda crazy colors. Right now I'm on a brown and red kick. It's more of a violet red then actual red. I love it.


...my sister and I talk to each other in movie quotes and it's amazing.


...I spend entirely too much money buying books on Amazon. I need to attend a support group.


...I wear black. (Okay, all the time. Karlie says she's going to send me to a support group for that and argyle. I maintain that I can stop any time I want.)


...I read TV blogs when I'm bored at work.


...I twirl my hair when I'm nervous. This is why my hair is so thin. I yank it out.


...I just want to run and hide underneath the covers on my bed instead of dealing with the real world. No, I'm not 4 years old anymore, but I have days where I wish I was.


...I blog stalk.
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