Did you know that crime sprees tend to be correlated to heat waves? I totally believe it, because every time the temperature rises above 87 degrees I want to shank someone.
-I hate cupcakes these days. I hate that every freaking girl in the United States yaps about "Ohmigod I love cupcakes!" Cupcakes are no longer cute, they're just irritating. Don't get me wrong I love cake, pie, panna cotta, flan, crepes...basically any dessert. What I can't handle is the cupcake culture.
-I read Esquire now. And not just because Gerard Butler is on the cover of this month's issue.
-I liked Bruno. Wildly inappropriate, yes, but still funny.
-Gregory Peck is one of the loves of my life. But he's dead. So now I semi-stalk is grandson, Ethan Peck. Ethan is the new star of ABC Family's 10 Things I Hate About You. I've gotten pretty hooked on ABC Family this summer. It's pretty sad. I keep telling myself it's just until 30 Rock is back or something, but I think we all know that come fall I'll still be concerned about Amy & Ben on The Secret Life of the American Teenager.
-If I wear a plaid shirt, will I look like a lumberjack? This is my concern.
Tuesday 14 July 2009
Saturday 4 July 2009
The 4th of July
I love Independence Day. I am all about hot dogs, cherry pie, and fireworks. I've had some particularly awesome 4th's.
This year, I want to kill someone.
Don't get me wrong-I had a great day with one of my best friends. I blew off my family because they were going to a place where if I say latte, they look nervous, and the ratio of guns to people is 2:1.
So I stayed behind with the dog. Who has issues. Especially involving loud noises.
And the &^%#^!@ neighbors are ALL setting off illegal fireworks. The dog has basically shat himself about 16 times.
I'm 32 seconds away from calling the cops. I love the 4th of July, but I love my dog more.
This year, I want to kill someone.
Don't get me wrong-I had a great day with one of my best friends. I blew off my family because they were going to a place where if I say latte, they look nervous, and the ratio of guns to people is 2:1.
So I stayed behind with the dog. Who has issues. Especially involving loud noises.
And the &^%#^!@ neighbors are ALL setting off illegal fireworks. The dog has basically shat himself about 16 times.
I'm 32 seconds away from calling the cops. I love the 4th of July, but I love my dog more.
Wednesday 3 June 2009
True Story
Ok, maybe my life in Colorado Springs isn't as interesting as my life in Italy was. Or maybe it's the stories that I have aren't suitable for the public.
Anyway, I've had a lot of time on my hands. I've gone to yoga and then been unable to sit comfortably the next day. I've eaten a lot of Pop-Tarts (s'mores flavor) and watched umpteen episodes of the West Wing. My friend Hannah got me hooked on Twilight, even though I swore that I would not give in. Puhleeze, who was I kidding? Although I must say, in the movie version, Edward Cullen tends to have an Eastern European accent, which is weird.
Some things on my radar:
The Help by Kathryn Stockett
Me Talk Pretty One Day and Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, both by David Sedaris
The new Kate Voegele album
trying to understand why rompers are back in style-call me crazy, but I don't understand the allure of dressing like an infant
In sad news, my hot neighbor has apparently not come home for the summer. Sigh. Also my usual summer habit of wandering around the neighborhood (supposedly running, but more like meandering) has been halted indefinitely as there is a bear problem. Typical, I try to act like a healthy person and Mother Nature is like "bitch, no".
Anyway, I've had a lot of time on my hands. I've gone to yoga and then been unable to sit comfortably the next day. I've eaten a lot of Pop-Tarts (s'mores flavor) and watched umpteen episodes of the West Wing. My friend Hannah got me hooked on Twilight, even though I swore that I would not give in. Puhleeze, who was I kidding? Although I must say, in the movie version, Edward Cullen tends to have an Eastern European accent, which is weird.
Some things on my radar:
The Help by Kathryn Stockett
Me Talk Pretty One Day and Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim, both by David Sedaris
The new Kate Voegele album
trying to understand why rompers are back in style-call me crazy, but I don't understand the allure of dressing like an infant
In sad news, my hot neighbor has apparently not come home for the summer. Sigh. Also my usual summer habit of wandering around the neighborhood (supposedly running, but more like meandering) has been halted indefinitely as there is a bear problem. Typical, I try to act like a healthy person and Mother Nature is like "bitch, no".
Monday 4 May 2009
Sooooo
I'm home from Italy.
I've been home for 11 days.
I can buy really big cups of coffee and take them with me.
I cut my hair and waxed my eyebrows. I look much less like a hobo now.
I went to a yoga class 3 days ago for the first time since January. I am still sore.
The blog will continue to be updated though I am no longer traveling. Frankly, my life is just as much of a story even when I'm in Colorado or Clinton.
I've been home for 11 days.
I can buy really big cups of coffee and take them with me.
I cut my hair and waxed my eyebrows. I look much less like a hobo now.
I went to a yoga class 3 days ago for the first time since January. I am still sore.
The blog will continue to be updated though I am no longer traveling. Frankly, my life is just as much of a story even when I'm in Colorado or Clinton.
Monday 20 April 2009
Stirring the Pot
Tea party people: You’re idiots. I apologize for insulting you, but Obama’s tax plan in no way resembles the taxation without representation that led to the 18th century tea parties. The man was ELECTED, whether you like it or not, and he’s been in office for about three months. So chill. Also, if you want to protest wasteful spending, don’t buy a bunch of tea bags and throw them in water.
Texas-If you want to secede, knock yourselves out. You can even kick out all the illegal immigrants. But you know who you’ll be left with? My relatives. And trust me, that will suck.
Miss California-Here’s the plan-we’re going to make all partnerships “civil unions” in the eyes of the government. Homosexual, heterosexual, whatever. Then you can get off your donkey about marriage being a religious institution, because if it truly is, than the government has no business calling any hetero partnership a marriage, now does it?
Get ready…get set…scream at me!!
Texas-If you want to secede, knock yourselves out. You can even kick out all the illegal immigrants. But you know who you’ll be left with? My relatives. And trust me, that will suck.
Miss California-Here’s the plan-we’re going to make all partnerships “civil unions” in the eyes of the government. Homosexual, heterosexual, whatever. Then you can get off your donkey about marriage being a religious institution, because if it truly is, than the government has no business calling any hetero partnership a marriage, now does it?
Get ready…get set…scream at me!!
BFFs
I had this great teacher in sixth grade. He was an English teacher and the man was hysterically funny. He also had no patience for sixth grade bullshit.
One day we were sitting in class. I was feeling pretty morose, probably because one my so-called friends had said something horrible to me. I got picked on a lot in sixth grade-much of it was because I made myself a target, and a lot of it was just the cattiness of adolescent girls. Anyway, this teacher suddenly stopped his lesson, put down the chalk and went off on a tangent that had been as valuable to me as knowing the word anomaly ever has been.
He said to us “You know, you guys think that the people you’re friends with now are your BEST FRIENDS. You think you are close. But the truth is that you guys have no idea what that kind of friendship is. A best friend is someone you can call and say in seriousness “I need a million dollars” and they mortgage their house, no questions asked. A best friend is someone you trust with your family’s lives. A best friend isn’t the person you sit on the couches in the common room and make fun of other people with. So just think about that.” Then he picked up his chalk and went back to vocab.
I’ve been grateful for those words for the last 9 years. They were words to live by. And I can honestly say that I’ve been lucky enough to find some friends who meet those standards. I drank wine and ate mushroom risotto with some of them tonight. I’ve talked to others recently, and a couple I haven’t talked to in a while. But I know they’re out in the universe. The point is friendship isn’t simple-it’s complicated. Real friendship is sometimes hard and painful. But the friends who stand by you through love and loss-they’re so worth it.
One day we were sitting in class. I was feeling pretty morose, probably because one my so-called friends had said something horrible to me. I got picked on a lot in sixth grade-much of it was because I made myself a target, and a lot of it was just the cattiness of adolescent girls. Anyway, this teacher suddenly stopped his lesson, put down the chalk and went off on a tangent that had been as valuable to me as knowing the word anomaly ever has been.
He said to us “You know, you guys think that the people you’re friends with now are your BEST FRIENDS. You think you are close. But the truth is that you guys have no idea what that kind of friendship is. A best friend is someone you can call and say in seriousness “I need a million dollars” and they mortgage their house, no questions asked. A best friend is someone you trust with your family’s lives. A best friend isn’t the person you sit on the couches in the common room and make fun of other people with. So just think about that.” Then he picked up his chalk and went back to vocab.
I’ve been grateful for those words for the last 9 years. They were words to live by. And I can honestly say that I’ve been lucky enough to find some friends who meet those standards. I drank wine and ate mushroom risotto with some of them tonight. I’ve talked to others recently, and a couple I haven’t talked to in a while. But I know they’re out in the universe. The point is friendship isn’t simple-it’s complicated. Real friendship is sometimes hard and painful. But the friends who stand by you through love and loss-they’re so worth it.
Sunday 19 April 2009
Scraps of a Life
I’m packing. This is absurd. I just packed to come here and yet somehow I’m sifting through all of these things again. There’s new stuff here too:
-A business card from the Indian restaurant where Lindsay & I ate frequently.
-The brochure from La Cucharacha, an unfortunately named, but delicious Tex-Mex restaurant where Al, Lianne, and I talked endlessly about our futures.
-Programs & fliers from when the Hamilton College Choir came to Rome.
-Tickets from Tunisia, Sicily, & Florence
Then there’s all the stuff that doesn’t go in a scrapbook. I have a new addiction to “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia”. I can make spinach lasagna with my eyes closed. I have GROSS feet from walking around the city. And I’ve lived in this cit y that has taken life out of me, put it back in and then shook me up completely, just for fun. The people I’ve met here…we have this bond now that’s different. Maybe it wasn’t a natural bond, but it’s definitely here now. I’m going to miss them & this.
Also my hair is really long and I'm sure my father will make some sort of hobo comment when I get home.
-A business card from the Indian restaurant where Lindsay & I ate frequently.
-The brochure from La Cucharacha, an unfortunately named, but delicious Tex-Mex restaurant where Al, Lianne, and I talked endlessly about our futures.
-Programs & fliers from when the Hamilton College Choir came to Rome.
-Tickets from Tunisia, Sicily, & Florence
Then there’s all the stuff that doesn’t go in a scrapbook. I have a new addiction to “It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia”. I can make spinach lasagna with my eyes closed. I have GROSS feet from walking around the city. And I’ve lived in this cit y that has taken life out of me, put it back in and then shook me up completely, just for fun. The people I’ve met here…we have this bond now that’s different. Maybe it wasn’t a natural bond, but it’s definitely here now. I’m going to miss them & this.
Also my hair is really long and I'm sure my father will make some sort of hobo comment when I get home.
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