If I ever decide to get married, I think that maybe instead of having any variation on cake, I'm going to have a make-your-own s'mores bar. Wouldn't that be infinitely more fun than a large, sticky mass of frosting?
I think so.
Also, I don't really like frosting at all, except on cupcakes - then it's acceptable.
Next week, I'm headed to Boston and NYC with Ashley for some amazingly good times. I really can't tell you how excited I am about this, because it would involve a lot of !!!!!!!! and you just can't get the full effect of anything I say without my facial expressions. They are pretty baller.
Anyway, if anyone knows any really cool and somewhat underground (figuratively) places to go in Boston, please let me know! I would love to check out something off the beaten path, and preferably not something horribly expensive. We're definitely taking the Freedom Trail and the Women's Heritage Trail, and probably checking out the local music scenes, cheap eats, and major city Goodwills. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, this is paramount to awesome.
All I want in New York City is to mack on some Magnolia cupcakes, preferably with Andy Samberg, but I seriously doubt he'll show up. Perhaps his invitation got lost in the mail, or he misplaced my phone number, or his grandmother died?! There are any number of explanations for this strange lack of contact...and we had such a good time, I felt a love connection...
I am 1000000% joking, by the dubs, and I'm glad of it.
Oh yeah, I also want to go to the H&M on Fifth Avenue. Duh.
Speaking of clothes, I love them. I've purchased four new dresses this summer, and I've discovered that Tulle is a great brand of clothing. It's expensive, but my favorite store was having a major sale on it, so I got several good quality pieces for good prices. I know I'll wear them a lot.
Speaking of spending money on clothes: only do it if the piece you're considering has a timelessness to it. If you'll look like you're trying to look young in five years, it's wayyyyy not worth it.
Put down that $110 Apple Bottom jumpsuit. Please.
Labels for this post: chaotic, cupcakes, cloth
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Let's kill a lion and eat the meat!
I was at camp this past week to volunteer. It was awesome - see above.
I learned some new expressions, like "DUH NUH!". It's another way of announcing a situation as the d2 drama. Very exciting.
I really like little kids, especially ones that trail ten feet behind everyone else while singing "Beat It" and are unable to tie their shoes by themselves. Sign me up.
I picked out a few paint options for my room at Sunchase next year, and I'm excited about them. I was going to paint it a deeply saturated violet, but I decided that it wouldn't be in my best interest. It's hard to paint back dark colors. I think I'm going to go with a light, shimmery violet. It sounds weird, but it's pretty and subtle - like me, of course ;)
NOT.
I might be pretty, but I'm also pretty far from subtle. I'm a frustrating sort of person, because I'm terribly impatient but I really like being cryptic. I figure if you're my friend, you'll put up with me because you actually want to, and because I just made you feel obligated.
I've decided that I very much like two fashion things:
- Rompers and
- Doll-like makeup
In case you don't know what a romper is, go shave your face with a food processor. Kidding.
But seriously, do it. (A romper has a similar construction as a pair of overalls, only with shorts instead of pants, like this one http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Bottoms/Shorts/Lovely+Lumberjack+Romper )
I'm getting a romper from Forever 21 for half that price in a mini-floral, and I love it.
Doll makeup is just freaking fun. Outrageous eyelashes, bright flushed cheeks, and bright bow-shaped lips? Yes, please! It's so cute, and not many people attempt it. It's kind of a lot of makeup to apply, but I don't care.
It's really quite amazing how much time you discover when you're not in a relationship, and for me, that's a good thing. I tend to give up too much of myself or nothing at all. Cool, huh?
This is already a pretty long post, so I'm impressed that you've read this far.
No one wants to be defeated.
Labels for this post: scatterbrained, shimmer, romp
I learned some new expressions, like "DUH NUH!". It's another way of announcing a situation as the d2 drama. Very exciting.
I really like little kids, especially ones that trail ten feet behind everyone else while singing "Beat It" and are unable to tie their shoes by themselves. Sign me up.
I picked out a few paint options for my room at Sunchase next year, and I'm excited about them. I was going to paint it a deeply saturated violet, but I decided that it wouldn't be in my best interest. It's hard to paint back dark colors. I think I'm going to go with a light, shimmery violet. It sounds weird, but it's pretty and subtle - like me, of course ;)
NOT.
I might be pretty, but I'm also pretty far from subtle. I'm a frustrating sort of person, because I'm terribly impatient but I really like being cryptic. I figure if you're my friend, you'll put up with me because you actually want to, and because I just made you feel obligated.
I've decided that I very much like two fashion things:
- Rompers and
- Doll-like makeup
In case you don't know what a romper is, go shave your face with a food processor. Kidding.
But seriously, do it. (A romper has a similar construction as a pair of overalls, only with shorts instead of pants, like this one http://www.modcloth.com/store/ModCloth/Womens/Bottoms/Shorts/Lovely+Lumberjack+Romper )
I'm getting a romper from Forever 21 for half that price in a mini-floral, and I love it.
Doll makeup is just freaking fun. Outrageous eyelashes, bright flushed cheeks, and bright bow-shaped lips? Yes, please! It's so cute, and not many people attempt it. It's kind of a lot of makeup to apply, but I don't care.
It's really quite amazing how much time you discover when you're not in a relationship, and for me, that's a good thing. I tend to give up too much of myself or nothing at all. Cool, huh?
This is already a pretty long post, so I'm impressed that you've read this far.
No one wants to be defeated.
Labels for this post: scatterbrained, shimmer, romp
Friday, July 17, 2009
Fotografier
He patiently awaits the music.
I took the above rose photo, then took it again from a different angle and played Andy Warhol.
I can't go anywhere without this thing.I'm still learning. I just don't like posting these things on Facebook, and this is much more private.
Labels for this post: picture, frames, distortion
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Basmati remediation
I'm going to try to post this in less than the amount of time it takes my father to cook 1 cup of basmati long-grain rice.
It takes longer than you (and he) think. As in, 15 minutes longer.
You know that rule about how you can't date people that your friends like? I've decided that even though it's kind of a pain, it's totally legitimate. I mean, you and your friends are friends for a reason, right? You have similar interests and a lot in common; naturally, your taste in ideal men/women would be similar. Oh, well. I'm only bringing it up because I met like, the cutest guy at Starbucks, and I know who he is because one of my friends reaaaaaaaally likes him.
Speaking of meeting people, I think that I would seriously like to go on the Metro on a Friday night from about 11pm - 2am with a video camera, and just talk to people. Drunk Metro is insane in the membrane. It's funny, and rude, and people outright stare at you. One guy insulted me for probably five minutes (in real time) to try to get my attention, and then he said, "But seriously, I would love to take you out sometime this week." Haha.
Of course I said no. Don't look at me like that.
Anyway, that's my latest brainwave. I actually want to do this, too. It's going to be really funny.
Labels for this post: hurry, dinner's, ready
It takes longer than you (and he) think. As in, 15 minutes longer.
You know that rule about how you can't date people that your friends like? I've decided that even though it's kind of a pain, it's totally legitimate. I mean, you and your friends are friends for a reason, right? You have similar interests and a lot in common; naturally, your taste in ideal men/women would be similar. Oh, well. I'm only bringing it up because I met like, the cutest guy at Starbucks, and I know who he is because one of my friends reaaaaaaaally likes him.
Speaking of meeting people, I think that I would seriously like to go on the Metro on a Friday night from about 11pm - 2am with a video camera, and just talk to people. Drunk Metro is insane in the membrane. It's funny, and rude, and people outright stare at you. One guy insulted me for probably five minutes (in real time) to try to get my attention, and then he said, "But seriously, I would love to take you out sometime this week." Haha.
Of course I said no. Don't look at me like that.
Anyway, that's my latest brainwave. I actually want to do this, too. It's going to be really funny.
Labels for this post: hurry, dinner's, ready
Monday, July 6, 2009
Empathy
The following is a true story, except for whatever I made up to make it more interesting.
About mid-semester (read: early March) I wandered around campus at about 9:30PM, pausing to wait for the FAB to take me home. It was windy and I was freezing, wondering whether or not an excessively cute boy was worth wearing a corduroy skirt and opaque tights mid-thirties degrees. As I pondered, a little black Mazda sauntered up near the curb where I was standing, a petite, pretty face sticking out of the open window.
"Hey," she called, "do you want a ride to Lancer Park?" I said yes and hopped in. I can't remember this girl's name, even now. I think it might be Erica, and I sort of want it to be even if it's not. I introduced myself, then clearly forgot her answering introduction.
"So, how was your day?" I ask. She surprised me by laughing once - bitterly.
"Well, it kind of sucked, actually." She said, unconsciously biting her bottom lip. I asked why.
"Oh, well," she stammered, clearly flustered, "I was stood up for a date today, actually." She glanced over at me, a quick appraisal of my immediate reaction, and then I saw it. I could practically read the keystrokes of insecurity on her face - her chagrin at telling a perfect stranger, her anxious comparison of the two of us, the 'I bet that never happens to her' that we all possess about each other. In that moment, I had never been so grateful for empathy.
"Me, too," I said gently. She looked thoroughly startled, her eyebrows almost disappearing into the graceful sweep of her brunette bangs.
"No way!" she nearly shouted, and I could hear the relief and gratitude wash through her voice. She was grateful. I was, too.
"Boys are so stupid," she continued, invigorated, "SO stupid."
"I know, right? I mean, look at us!" I encouraged, glad after all that I had worn tights.
"Totally," she gushed, pulling up to my house, "hey, we should hang out sometime."
I laughed and agreed, waving at her all the way to my door.
OK, to be fair, I know why my date canceled on me - he had a huge assignment due the next day, and he was in a lab until midnight to finish it. It was completely legit.
I never did hang out with her - I just never saw her after that - and it's okay. I have so many "Let's hang out!" friends that I've completely lost track of who they are, and I figure the only way to correct it is to simply hang out with all of them.
It's working pretty well so far.
Labels for this post: boys are SO stupid
About mid-semester (read: early March) I wandered around campus at about 9:30PM, pausing to wait for the FAB to take me home. It was windy and I was freezing, wondering whether or not an excessively cute boy was worth wearing a corduroy skirt and opaque tights mid-thirties degrees. As I pondered, a little black Mazda sauntered up near the curb where I was standing, a petite, pretty face sticking out of the open window.
"Hey," she called, "do you want a ride to Lancer Park?" I said yes and hopped in. I can't remember this girl's name, even now. I think it might be Erica, and I sort of want it to be even if it's not. I introduced myself, then clearly forgot her answering introduction.
"So, how was your day?" I ask. She surprised me by laughing once - bitterly.
"Well, it kind of sucked, actually." She said, unconsciously biting her bottom lip. I asked why.
"Oh, well," she stammered, clearly flustered, "I was stood up for a date today, actually." She glanced over at me, a quick appraisal of my immediate reaction, and then I saw it. I could practically read the keystrokes of insecurity on her face - her chagrin at telling a perfect stranger, her anxious comparison of the two of us, the 'I bet that never happens to her' that we all possess about each other. In that moment, I had never been so grateful for empathy.
"Me, too," I said gently. She looked thoroughly startled, her eyebrows almost disappearing into the graceful sweep of her brunette bangs.
"No way!" she nearly shouted, and I could hear the relief and gratitude wash through her voice. She was grateful. I was, too.
"Boys are so stupid," she continued, invigorated, "SO stupid."
"I know, right? I mean, look at us!" I encouraged, glad after all that I had worn tights.
"Totally," she gushed, pulling up to my house, "hey, we should hang out sometime."
I laughed and agreed, waving at her all the way to my door.
OK, to be fair, I know why my date canceled on me - he had a huge assignment due the next day, and he was in a lab until midnight to finish it. It was completely legit.
I never did hang out with her - I just never saw her after that - and it's okay. I have so many "Let's hang out!" friends that I've completely lost track of who they are, and I figure the only way to correct it is to simply hang out with all of them.
It's working pretty well so far.
Labels for this post: boys are SO stupid
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Reliance
We rely MUCH too heavily on Facebook. Or at least, I do, if I need to find anything out at all, which is completely absurd. I almost spelled "absurd" with an 'o' instead of an "a". Lame.
Actually, it's just wine-induced. Wine reduction?
Nobody ever leaves comments on drunk posts, and why should they? It's frightening enough to be taken for a road trip, or on one of those rollercoasters that don't even deserve that title because they're not scary enough, but since people have lost legs being idiots on them they earn it.
You know, like the ones where they play "Zip a Dee Doo Dah" which I don't even really need to know how to spell. How awesome is that?
I really hope I get to audition to be a Disney Princess. I'm pretty much desperately in love with this idea. Thank goodness - I don't want to be desperately in love with anyone quite yet.
You know what I'm excited about, romantically? Feeling lonely. Isn't that bizarre? I know it is, surely and rationally as I know that the sky only appears blue because air particles reflect blue light and therefore "midnight blue" on a crayon is a scientifically legitimate color, but I don't care. It really does make sense, if you're me and you just like to toe that line between bitter sophisticate and idealist. Yeah, hush yo mouf.
I feel like being lonely would be good in this way because it would mean that I was emotionally open and missing that person. Sure, I do talk up people I like, I just don't want a surrious relationship, y'know?
Like, y'know.
Labels for this post: completely wholesome as always and forever amen
Actually, it's just wine-induced. Wine reduction?
Nobody ever leaves comments on drunk posts, and why should they? It's frightening enough to be taken for a road trip, or on one of those rollercoasters that don't even deserve that title because they're not scary enough, but since people have lost legs being idiots on them they earn it.
You know, like the ones where they play "Zip a Dee Doo Dah" which I don't even really need to know how to spell. How awesome is that?
I really hope I get to audition to be a Disney Princess. I'm pretty much desperately in love with this idea. Thank goodness - I don't want to be desperately in love with anyone quite yet.
You know what I'm excited about, romantically? Feeling lonely. Isn't that bizarre? I know it is, surely and rationally as I know that the sky only appears blue because air particles reflect blue light and therefore "midnight blue" on a crayon is a scientifically legitimate color, but I don't care. It really does make sense, if you're me and you just like to toe that line between bitter sophisticate and idealist. Yeah, hush yo mouf.
I feel like being lonely would be good in this way because it would mean that I was emotionally open and missing that person. Sure, I do talk up people I like, I just don't want a surrious relationship, y'know?
Like, y'know.
Labels for this post: completely wholesome as always and forever amen
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Attempts
I would just like to say that I very much like Muse, and I wish they would come out with a new album already.
Yesterday I had coffee with one of my friends from high school, who is also a super mega hottie and it's left me with a weird case of nervousness. I'm not really sure why, but I can never behave in date-like atmospheres. I tend to stick out my tongue a lot when I smile or laugh, or all my witty remarks flit around in my brain and I can't really think of anything funny.
Example: yesterday I was chatting with coffee guy, and he told me that he recently hung out with a bunch of really stylish, urban people from our high school, and he lives on a farm. In my non-freaked out part of my brain, I thought, "One of these things is not like the other", and under ordinary circumstances, I would have said that.
Uuuugghgghghghghghghgh
Who is the editor-in-chief of the Rotunda? Does anyone know?
If so, please let me know.
Labels for this post: nerves, Muse, journalism
Yesterday I had coffee with one of my friends from high school, who is also a super mega hottie and it's left me with a weird case of nervousness. I'm not really sure why, but I can never behave in date-like atmospheres. I tend to stick out my tongue a lot when I smile or laugh, or all my witty remarks flit around in my brain and I can't really think of anything funny.
Example: yesterday I was chatting with coffee guy, and he told me that he recently hung out with a bunch of really stylish, urban people from our high school, and he lives on a farm. In my non-freaked out part of my brain, I thought, "One of these things is not like the other", and under ordinary circumstances, I would have said that.
Uuuugghgghghghghghghgh
Who is the editor-in-chief of the Rotunda? Does anyone know?
If so, please let me know.
Labels for this post: nerves, Muse, journalism
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