While stumbling the other day (Don't know what stumble is? Read one of my older posts) I came across a site with a flash video called, "The 8 Irresistible Principles of Fun." Followed by the link below, which I suggest that you check out so you have some understanding as to what I'm talking about, are my comments about the video. It is very funny that I stumbled this site since I've been doing a lot of self examination as of late.
http://www.eightprinciples.com/
Personally I enjoy having fun. In fact I at least hope most people do. I feel that if you did a survey about the fun people have in their lives there would be a vast majority of people that don't feel like they have enough fun. The video points out that "It's not absolutely necessary that you have fun...but life it better when you do!" Now this a a phrase that I could definitely live my life by. I try to have as much fun as possible, because when I'm not having fun I feel that life sucks. I think that's why I could never be one of those people that does a job that they hate just because they can make a lot of money doing it. I have a few close friends that are in or are going into professions that will earn them a shitload of money, but they hater and honestly I feel bad for them. I mean its not that they bad people at all I just feel that they have so much to offer the world and that they shouldn't be sitting behind a desk in the corner office. But, hey that's their call not mine.
1. Stop hiding who you really are...I don't really feel that I need to go in depth with this. I am who I am and that's all that I am. A very wise woman I met recently put it like this, "I don't have any flies around me and all of my skeletons are out of the closet."
2. Start being intensely selfish. Pay attention to the things that mean the most to you. Think about "the legacy you want to leave." With my life in a bit of a spiral (upward or downward have yet to be decided.) I've been thinking a lot about the important people lately. The ones I can't live without that ones that mean something to me. I'm trying more and more to keep in contact with. I'm tired of sitting around waiting for people to keep me around. I want to keep people around. I decide who stays in my life and no one else.
3. Stop following the rules. Well, this is something that I'm a bit of an expert at. Don't get me wrong, I follow the big shit. I mean I'm not going out shooting people and robbing banks. But every once in a while you've gotta let loose and if that means breaking some rules then so be it.
When I was young I had a lot of rules to follow, which were thrust up me by my controlling mother. I've been slowly breaking away from those rules as time has gone by. Since I recently moved out I've nearly broken free...and I feel great!
4. Start scaring yourself. Be adventurous. Be outrageous. Do the unthinkable. Check. I'm doing ti right now! I'm in the midst of an adventure I call love. It just started and I plan it going on for a long time. I'm working towards my dreams by applying to grad school and taking a job in a place I knew zero, nil, nothing about definitely qualifies as scaring myself. (Side note: they never said that these things were suppose to be good ideas.)
5. Stop taking it all so damn seriously. Okay so this is something I struggle with. I always have. I take things I do seriously mainly because everything that I do matters to me. The people I deal with (okay not all of them), the things I do, it all matters to me. Somethings shouldn't but they do. I guess its just who I am.
6. Start getting rid of the crap. Oh the crap. Everybody's got crap. Baggage. Skeletons. Whatever you want to call it get rid of it. Its hard. Trust me I know. I have only recently been able to get rid of a few things that have been bogging me down. But let me tell you I feel a hell of a lot better, and you will too if you just let it happen.
Like I said, I recently got rid of somethings. One of these things was a person that just was a pain in my ass. She was not a good person and the only way she made herself feel better was to put others down. I dealt with her shit to keep the air clear for the mutual friends we shared. Now that I have moved to a new place I don't need to deal with her issues. And if I'm ever around and she pulls the same crap. I can tell her what I feel. I'm done with it. And it makes me feel better.
7. Stop being busy. Alright now, this one I just can't follow. I enjoy being busy. The people and things that are important to me get the time and attention they deserve. That's all that matters to me.
8. Start Something. Right now I'm starting a lot of things. A new job. A new place to live. Applying to grad school. Trying to accomplish my goals. Name something and I'll start it. While I'm kinda freaked out about starting my "new life" I'm ready for the challenge and I'm starting to have fun with it. And isn't that the point of it all anyway?
Monday, September 8, 2008
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Let's begin it on This
Below is something I wrote within the last year. When I write my book I want to make it the introduction because I feel it gives the reader a little bit of information about who I am and how I write. So I hope you enjoy it. Please leaves comments and let me know what you think.
I can't write in my room. I don't know why but I just can't. There are too many distractions. Between AIM, the people that live in my hallway, my iTunes, and all the shit I have covering my walls. (Not that I think it's shit, but its what most people categorize it as. Posters, random things I've collected over the years, tickets from plays, concerts, and the movies, cards, photos of friends both old and new, I could go on and on.) Writing in my room is down right impossible. So, I moved.
Now I'm sitting in Group 1, a large building on campus made of nothing but concrete and hair. I sit in a gody semi-modern ugly chair. The shades of purple and orange in the shapes of circles within squares are distracting and at the same time completely easy two tune out of my vision. That’s what I attempt to do while writing, tune out the world around me. This is very difficult to do because it is so hard to find a place that has just the right level of noise and at the same time has few other distractions in the immediate area.
The best places to write I find are locations that don't allow me to touch anything, someplace where I'm not 100% comfortable to do whatever I want. A place that if I get and pace around the room I look like a crazy person. If I'm in my room I'll get up and pace and dance. If I'm in my room I'm usually sitting around in my underwear. I'm not a big fan of clothes. They're constricting, but once I take them off I'm too comfortable which causes me not to want to write or not concentrate on writing.
I also need a place where I don't have things to play with. My desk in my own space has too many toys on it. I swear I'm like the biggest little kid you'll ever meet. I've got Slinky's, Silly Putty, a hamster that dances to “I'm too Sexy,” tons of photos that I've flipped through so many times its difficult to see through the finger prints on them, and a billion other work delaying junk.
Out of all the clutter on my desk the bottle caps are what distracted me the most. They're everywhere. Between the beer I illegally drink to get the creative process started and my spontaneous collecting of them I would guess that I have around 300 of them. To pass the procrastinating time I usually build things with them. Little bottle cap houses frequent my desk and usually exist until the door slams hard enough to shake the surrounding area. I also make necklaces and earrings out of the bottle caps, so when trying to writing I usually have my little pick in hand to puncture small holes in the tops to I can string fishing line and hooks into them. I made these really bad ass red music note earrings that I finished the other day. The other day I had a beer from the bench warmer's brewery and the cap was a baseball. I'm working on making that into a necklace.
Anyway, as I sit here slouched down in my chair, my feet propped up on another hideous looking monstrosity of furniture. My eyes begin to wander off of my computer screen and people watching becomes my current distraction. Although there aren't many people in the hallway the ones that are seem so interesting. The first to walk by is a relatively tall guy wearing a navy blue t-shirt. His right arm was covered with a tattoo that I couldn't make out from the distance between us. He had white headphones in. I assume he was listening to an iPod. He walked in a hurried manner with a long stride. As he passed me I thought, “I wonder if he's good in bed?” Today was definitely one of those days when you're so horny that you look at people passing by that you find attractive and the first thought in your mind is if they'd be a good sex partner. If you're thinking that I'm the only person who feels this way you're wrong. I know a bunch of people that admit to doing the same thing. I mean it's not like I act on any of these horny questions, they're just thoughts. Besides I'm sure people think things way worse than this.
I've been sitting here for about two hours now zoning in and out of my word filled wonderland, and just like Alice I'm lost and have no idea where I'm going. When I sit down to write something whether it be a paper for a class or something I come up with myself I just wing it. I mean obviously there is some sort of thought behind it, but there's really no process to it. I don't really tons have ideas and plans when I first state, I just go. I'm sure most of my English professors would scold me for not having a plan going into it, but whatever, they can suck it. It’s my writing not theirs and when I get a bad ass book deal then they'll realize that although it may not seem like it, there is a method to my madness.
In fact, my madness is what makes me the type of writer that I am. With my brain constantly darting from one topic to the next it gives me witty side thoughts to add to my writing and by putting these on that page it gets my reader into my head. Maybe even a little further in my head than some people would like to travel. But I feel that everyone should go places that they find uncomfortable because by going outside of your comfort zone it helps you to grow as a person. There’s one person in my life that I try to help do this all of the time.
Her name is Lila. Lila works with me as an RA (Resident Assistant) in the building that I am the ARD (Assistant Resident Director) for. This year is her first year as an RA and when I first met her she was ridiculously quiet. She’s still pretty quiet if you don’t know her, but not around me anymore. I always push her out of her comfort zone, and while sometimes I know she hates me for it, most times she learns from the experiences she has because of it. Don’t worry you’ll hear more about Lila in some of my later readings…hopefully.
Writing! Must write something worth reading…but what does that really mean? How do you categorize what is and is not worth reading and who gets to make that call? Why wouldn’t someone want to just read about my thoughts? In the past I have found myself constantly worrying about what other people will think about my writing. Recently, I have come to the conclusion that I’m going to write about whatever that fuck I want and if people don’t like it, well; it doesn’t really matter does it. It would be fantastic if people did, but at the end of the day I’ll be okay if I’m not on the New York Times best seller list.
One day all the meaningless nothings that I write done will become something incredible. All of the slips of paper that I have written on, everything I've ever scribble in a notebook during class, and all of the random napkins and other scraps that I have scribed on will be used. All of it will become part of something amazing that I will have created, and this will be the start of it. This random writing that doesn't mean too much, but is merely a glimpse into my continuously roaming mind while I write, will be the first thing people read when they pick up my first book. They’ll pick it up and get a fantastic look deep into my strange and interesting thoughts.
So on that note, I hope you enjoy what I have written. This book has taken years and to get to this point I have been to hell and back. Okay maybe not hell, but definitely to limbo and back. These are my thoughts on life. I’m not saying they’re right or wrong, just that this is what I think and what I have learned from my experiences in the past 21 years.
I can't write in my room. I don't know why but I just can't. There are too many distractions. Between AIM, the people that live in my hallway, my iTunes, and all the shit I have covering my walls. (Not that I think it's shit, but its what most people categorize it as. Posters, random things I've collected over the years, tickets from plays, concerts, and the movies, cards, photos of friends both old and new, I could go on and on.) Writing in my room is down right impossible. So, I moved.
Now I'm sitting in Group 1, a large building on campus made of nothing but concrete and hair. I sit in a gody semi-modern ugly chair. The shades of purple and orange in the shapes of circles within squares are distracting and at the same time completely easy two tune out of my vision. That’s what I attempt to do while writing, tune out the world around me. This is very difficult to do because it is so hard to find a place that has just the right level of noise and at the same time has few other distractions in the immediate area.
The best places to write I find are locations that don't allow me to touch anything, someplace where I'm not 100% comfortable to do whatever I want. A place that if I get and pace around the room I look like a crazy person. If I'm in my room I'll get up and pace and dance. If I'm in my room I'm usually sitting around in my underwear. I'm not a big fan of clothes. They're constricting, but once I take them off I'm too comfortable which causes me not to want to write or not concentrate on writing.
I also need a place where I don't have things to play with. My desk in my own space has too many toys on it. I swear I'm like the biggest little kid you'll ever meet. I've got Slinky's, Silly Putty, a hamster that dances to “I'm too Sexy,” tons of photos that I've flipped through so many times its difficult to see through the finger prints on them, and a billion other work delaying junk.
Out of all the clutter on my desk the bottle caps are what distracted me the most. They're everywhere. Between the beer I illegally drink to get the creative process started and my spontaneous collecting of them I would guess that I have around 300 of them. To pass the procrastinating time I usually build things with them. Little bottle cap houses frequent my desk and usually exist until the door slams hard enough to shake the surrounding area. I also make necklaces and earrings out of the bottle caps, so when trying to writing I usually have my little pick in hand to puncture small holes in the tops to I can string fishing line and hooks into them. I made these really bad ass red music note earrings that I finished the other day. The other day I had a beer from the bench warmer's brewery and the cap was a baseball. I'm working on making that into a necklace.
Anyway, as I sit here slouched down in my chair, my feet propped up on another hideous looking monstrosity of furniture. My eyes begin to wander off of my computer screen and people watching becomes my current distraction. Although there aren't many people in the hallway the ones that are seem so interesting. The first to walk by is a relatively tall guy wearing a navy blue t-shirt. His right arm was covered with a tattoo that I couldn't make out from the distance between us. He had white headphones in. I assume he was listening to an iPod. He walked in a hurried manner with a long stride. As he passed me I thought, “I wonder if he's good in bed?” Today was definitely one of those days when you're so horny that you look at people passing by that you find attractive and the first thought in your mind is if they'd be a good sex partner. If you're thinking that I'm the only person who feels this way you're wrong. I know a bunch of people that admit to doing the same thing. I mean it's not like I act on any of these horny questions, they're just thoughts. Besides I'm sure people think things way worse than this.
I've been sitting here for about two hours now zoning in and out of my word filled wonderland, and just like Alice I'm lost and have no idea where I'm going. When I sit down to write something whether it be a paper for a class or something I come up with myself I just wing it. I mean obviously there is some sort of thought behind it, but there's really no process to it. I don't really tons have ideas and plans when I first state, I just go. I'm sure most of my English professors would scold me for not having a plan going into it, but whatever, they can suck it. It’s my writing not theirs and when I get a bad ass book deal then they'll realize that although it may not seem like it, there is a method to my madness.
In fact, my madness is what makes me the type of writer that I am. With my brain constantly darting from one topic to the next it gives me witty side thoughts to add to my writing and by putting these on that page it gets my reader into my head. Maybe even a little further in my head than some people would like to travel. But I feel that everyone should go places that they find uncomfortable because by going outside of your comfort zone it helps you to grow as a person. There’s one person in my life that I try to help do this all of the time.
Her name is Lila. Lila works with me as an RA (Resident Assistant) in the building that I am the ARD (Assistant Resident Director) for. This year is her first year as an RA and when I first met her she was ridiculously quiet. She’s still pretty quiet if you don’t know her, but not around me anymore. I always push her out of her comfort zone, and while sometimes I know she hates me for it, most times she learns from the experiences she has because of it. Don’t worry you’ll hear more about Lila in some of my later readings…hopefully.
Writing! Must write something worth reading…but what does that really mean? How do you categorize what is and is not worth reading and who gets to make that call? Why wouldn’t someone want to just read about my thoughts? In the past I have found myself constantly worrying about what other people will think about my writing. Recently, I have come to the conclusion that I’m going to write about whatever that fuck I want and if people don’t like it, well; it doesn’t really matter does it. It would be fantastic if people did, but at the end of the day I’ll be okay if I’m not on the New York Times best seller list.
One day all the meaningless nothings that I write done will become something incredible. All of the slips of paper that I have written on, everything I've ever scribble in a notebook during class, and all of the random napkins and other scraps that I have scribed on will be used. All of it will become part of something amazing that I will have created, and this will be the start of it. This random writing that doesn't mean too much, but is merely a glimpse into my continuously roaming mind while I write, will be the first thing people read when they pick up my first book. They’ll pick it up and get a fantastic look deep into my strange and interesting thoughts.
So on that note, I hope you enjoy what I have written. This book has taken years and to get to this point I have been to hell and back. Okay maybe not hell, but definitely to limbo and back. These are my thoughts on life. I’m not saying they’re right or wrong, just that this is what I think and what I have learned from my experiences in the past 21 years.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
A new job, a new city, and a whole new me?
So here's the deal as I have graduated from college it seemed like I should get a job that didn't involve me supervising 15 year olds and smelling like fried seafood at the end of every night. I started applying for jobs a few weeks after I moved back in with my parents, which, I'm not going to lie was even more of a motivation to get a new job. I trolled website after website. I'm not lying when I tell you this, I checked higheredjobs.com and studentaffairs.com about 5 times a day to see if there were new postings. On top of that I'm wonderful Wesley did the same. Frequently giving me URLs for jobs I already applied for or ones I was in the process of applying for. (Seriously, how cute is he?)
Anyway, around the second week in August I got a phone call from Becker College in Worcester asking if I would like to have a phone interview with them. Umm, yeah, duh? Well one thing led to another and before I knew it I was loading up my car and trucking to Worcester. I moved into an empty Residence Hall/Old House. Into an apartment with no furniture and I was scared out of my mind.
I will have been here for a week as of tomorrow, and I still don't know how I feel about. I've been lucky enough to have Wes, who has been through the same situation...except he was 4,000 miles from home (He's from Ohio) in Alaska and I'm an hour and a half. I've had a really tough time here getting used to the a city I know absolutely nothing about. It took me 2 hours to find the fucking Target the other day!!! Seriously, who the fuck does that? I do!
On top of all that I've been contemplating a few things. I mean, ok so in College I was Eve the RA, Company Manager of the Theatre Company, the person in charge of organizing so many things. People knew who I was and they knew if I was involved with something it would at least be organized. At times I felt like a go to person. Here, I don't know anyone. I don't know anything. Hell, I don't even know which direction to drive in to find Stop & Shop! I'm starting all over again. For me going to college was as easy as pie. I knew it was too easy for me in the beginning. I'm paying for it now. I'm not a fucking adult! Ok, sometimes I am. I don't know what I like the least about not being a college student: Not being around my friends or Not being involved with everything I could ever want to be.
I know its just going to take some time to adjust, but I feel like its going to be a long process. Ok maybe not too long, but I have a feeling that I'll at least last until I get a bed to sleep on.
Anyway, around the second week in August I got a phone call from Becker College in Worcester asking if I would like to have a phone interview with them. Umm, yeah, duh? Well one thing led to another and before I knew it I was loading up my car and trucking to Worcester. I moved into an empty Residence Hall/Old House. Into an apartment with no furniture and I was scared out of my mind.
I will have been here for a week as of tomorrow, and I still don't know how I feel about. I've been lucky enough to have Wes, who has been through the same situation...except he was 4,000 miles from home (He's from Ohio) in Alaska and I'm an hour and a half. I've had a really tough time here getting used to the a city I know absolutely nothing about. It took me 2 hours to find the fucking Target the other day!!! Seriously, who the fuck does that? I do!
On top of all that I've been contemplating a few things. I mean, ok so in College I was Eve the RA, Company Manager of the Theatre Company, the person in charge of organizing so many things. People knew who I was and they knew if I was involved with something it would at least be organized. At times I felt like a go to person. Here, I don't know anyone. I don't know anything. Hell, I don't even know which direction to drive in to find Stop & Shop! I'm starting all over again. For me going to college was as easy as pie. I knew it was too easy for me in the beginning. I'm paying for it now. I'm not a fucking adult! Ok, sometimes I am. I don't know what I like the least about not being a college student: Not being around my friends or Not being involved with everything I could ever want to be.
I know its just going to take some time to adjust, but I feel like its going to be a long process. Ok maybe not too long, but I have a feeling that I'll at least last until I get a bed to sleep on.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Be a Traveler, Not a Tourist
I've always loved to travel. I don't care where I go or what I do I just want to get out there and see the world. Unfortunately at the age of 22 I have been limited to the east coast of my U.S. exploration, a 3 hour lay over in Iceland, a month in Germany, and a week long road trip with my friends to Toronto during spring break.
As I get older my itch to see the world needs to be scratched more than ever. Sadly, I'm poor as fuck so I don't get to travel much. Fortunately for me there is this amazing and fabulously entertaining creation called The Travel Channel. I can be distracted by the Travel Channel for hours open end. In fact the other day Wes (Remember? He's the BF.) said, "I watch the Travel Channel so much that if there's something I haven't seen I'm really surprised." The two of us are on the same page, and when there's something new on I get really excited!
However, out of all the shows, there are 2 that always catch my attention. The first one I feel in love with with Samantha Brown. She has been all over the place, and for that I secretly hate her. Her show, "Passport to Europe," I just couldn't keep my eyes off of and I secretly hate her for getting to some of the most beautiful places in the world. Her sweet, girl next door, fun loving attitude makes viewers love her. (She's Wes' TV girlfriend.)
Not only does she travel everywhere, but she goes to places that majority of tourist don't. Places that only locals know about. And, frankly, if tourists don't know about it, it makes me like it even more. Being a Cape Cod girl I know what tourists are like and I hate them with the fiery passion of a thousand suns.
Jumping off of that is that man I like to call the "Anti-tourist," Anthony Bourdain. Anthony is a master of 2 things traveling and food. He goes to big cities, suburbia, the country, and other remote areas, and mixes with the locals. He eats the local food and gets consumed by the culture that surrounds him. He's a bold, perfectly honest, guy from New Jersey (Even though I hate Jersey) who wants nothing more than a good stiff drink and a nice big plate of food.
To be completely honest with you I love to hate Samantha and Anthony. They have the best jobs in the world! Why the fuck isn't my job that cool? I'm mean I'm a worldly woman, (...kind of) and I can drink with the best of them. So, why might I ask you am I stuck in a fucking nasty hot kitchen all summer? I wish either you or I could answer that question, but I digress. I guess the cooking for seafood and contributing to the obesity of the U.S. will be left to me and amazing world of traveling will be kept to the "professionals." (Whatever that means.)
As I get older my itch to see the world needs to be scratched more than ever. Sadly, I'm poor as fuck so I don't get to travel much. Fortunately for me there is this amazing and fabulously entertaining creation called The Travel Channel. I can be distracted by the Travel Channel for hours open end. In fact the other day Wes (Remember? He's the BF.) said, "I watch the Travel Channel so much that if there's something I haven't seen I'm really surprised." The two of us are on the same page, and when there's something new on I get really excited!
However, out of all the shows, there are 2 that always catch my attention. The first one I feel in love with with Samantha Brown. She has been all over the place, and for that I secretly hate her. Her show, "Passport to Europe," I just couldn't keep my eyes off of and I secretly hate her for getting to some of the most beautiful places in the world. Her sweet, girl next door, fun loving attitude makes viewers love her. (She's Wes' TV girlfriend.)
Not only does she travel everywhere, but she goes to places that majority of tourist don't. Places that only locals know about. And, frankly, if tourists don't know about it, it makes me like it even more. Being a Cape Cod girl I know what tourists are like and I hate them with the fiery passion of a thousand suns.
Jumping off of that is that man I like to call the "Anti-tourist," Anthony Bourdain. Anthony is a master of 2 things traveling and food. He goes to big cities, suburbia, the country, and other remote areas, and mixes with the locals. He eats the local food and gets consumed by the culture that surrounds him. He's a bold, perfectly honest, guy from New Jersey (Even though I hate Jersey) who wants nothing more than a good stiff drink and a nice big plate of food.
To be completely honest with you I love to hate Samantha and Anthony. They have the best jobs in the world! Why the fuck isn't my job that cool? I'm mean I'm a worldly woman, (...kind of) and I can drink with the best of them. So, why might I ask you am I stuck in a fucking nasty hot kitchen all summer? I wish either you or I could answer that question, but I digress. I guess the cooking for seafood and contributing to the obesity of the U.S. will be left to me and amazing world of traveling will be kept to the "professionals." (Whatever that means.)
Saturday, August 16, 2008
So this is Love
I am far from the most beautiful woman in the world or as I like to say it - I may not be a 10 but the boys say I clean up good. (Thank-you Gretchen Wilson) However, At age 22 I have definitely dated my fair share of guys. (The exact number is currently in deliberation.)
I've been in both long term and short term relationships many of which have helped me to become the person I am today. I have loved and lost and it really is true what they say because if I hadn't loved at all I wouldn't have learned how strong of a person I am and I would not be who I am today.
Today, I am pleased to say that I am head over heels in love. I have never been able to say that before and if I could compare the love I have now to the love I have had in the past a very simple equation comes to mind (EQUATION! Oh my boyfriend would be so proud of me!) The love I once had X 100,000,000,000 = The love I have now. Ok so not quite rocket science or college level shit but the point is that I'm happy. I'm happier than I have ever been in my life.
And I know all of you must be thinking, "Who are you and what the fuck have you done with Eve?" but don't worry its still me. I know that I have yet to swear like a sailor in this post, and that there haven't been any dirty jokes. But I promise its me. (Don't worry I've still got that spunk in me.) I'm just a little gushy about the fast that I've found the love of my life.
I've never actually thought that a guy I dated would be the father of my children, but when I think about him and I together I get a HUGE goofy smile on my face and at times my thoughts tend wonder in that direction and I see a happy little family and it makes my heart smile.
And don't just think these thoughts are one sided. He loves me back and wants all the things that I want too. He actually told his parents about me! He has never told his parents about any girl that he has dated before. AND never mind that he invited me to come home with him for Thanksgiving! Thats HUGE!!!!
OK soooo the whole point of this post is to let you in on my love life. There will be times when I blog about it. We tend to do some pretty goofy things together and there are always good stories to go along with it. Additionally...OH SHIT! How dumb am I I forgot to tell you - My boyfriend's name is Wes. Anyway, Wes and I love to travel in addition to going on mini adventures, so as we go on trips I will be blogging about what cool shit we find and the people we run into. Also, in November I'll let you know how Thanksgiving goes with his 'rents cause God knows with my luck I'll do something stupid.
I've been in both long term and short term relationships many of which have helped me to become the person I am today. I have loved and lost and it really is true what they say because if I hadn't loved at all I wouldn't have learned how strong of a person I am and I would not be who I am today.
Today, I am pleased to say that I am head over heels in love. I have never been able to say that before and if I could compare the love I have now to the love I have had in the past a very simple equation comes to mind (EQUATION! Oh my boyfriend would be so proud of me!) The love I once had X 100,000,000,000 = The love I have now. Ok so not quite rocket science or college level shit but the point is that I'm happy. I'm happier than I have ever been in my life.
And I know all of you must be thinking, "Who are you and what the fuck have you done with Eve?" but don't worry its still me. I know that I have yet to swear like a sailor in this post, and that there haven't been any dirty jokes. But I promise its me. (Don't worry I've still got that spunk in me.) I'm just a little gushy about the fast that I've found the love of my life.
I've never actually thought that a guy I dated would be the father of my children, but when I think about him and I together I get a HUGE goofy smile on my face and at times my thoughts tend wonder in that direction and I see a happy little family and it makes my heart smile.
And don't just think these thoughts are one sided. He loves me back and wants all the things that I want too. He actually told his parents about me! He has never told his parents about any girl that he has dated before. AND never mind that he invited me to come home with him for Thanksgiving! Thats HUGE!!!!
OK soooo the whole point of this post is to let you in on my love life. There will be times when I blog about it. We tend to do some pretty goofy things together and there are always good stories to go along with it. Additionally...OH SHIT! How dumb am I I forgot to tell you - My boyfriend's name is Wes. Anyway, Wes and I love to travel in addition to going on mini adventures, so as we go on trips I will be blogging about what cool shit we find and the people we run into. Also, in November I'll let you know how Thanksgiving goes with his 'rents cause God knows with my luck I'll do something stupid.
Monday, August 11, 2008
Changes, Soul Searching, and Where they got me.
So obviously I haven't blogged in a long time. According to blogger.com I haven't touched my little piece of the internet world since May 1st. So you might be asking, "Ever where the fuck have you been?" My answer for you is: Trying to get my life in order.
You see after graduating from college (WOOHOO!) (Kind of.) I moved back in with my parents (Again...WOOHOO) (NOT!) and starting working at the same restaurant I've been working at for the past 9 summers. My life was awesome (not really) after I graduated. I spent my time in one of three places:
1. My parent's house
2. Work
3. My Boyfriend's apartment at school
Only three problems there:
1. I can't stand my parents
2. I hate my job.
3. Soon after graduation my boyfriend broke up with me. (In retrospect not a huge deal cause I found someone better/got to express some feelings that I had been holding back for nearly a year - More about that in another post.)
After getting used to the fact that my life sucked, I decided that I wasn't going to just bend over and let life fuck me in the ass. (Contrary to popular beleif I'm not a dirty slut.) So I sat down one rainy day at work and started thinking about what I want to better myself in and how I can get my life rolling in the right direction. In the course of 3 hours I came up with a list of 20 goals to accomplish by the end of the year. My goals are as follows: (Note: some goals are omitted to protect the innocent.)
1. Apply for Grad School
2. Watch 25 of AFI's top 100 movies of all time
3. Know the capitals of all 50 states
4. Plan a vacation to go on next year
5. Read 10 books that I've never read before
6. Start learning another language
7. Find a job that I enjoy
8. Learn how to mix drinks
9. Clean out my room at my parent's house
10. Make college scrapbook
11. Write at least 3 chapters of my book
12. Learn how to play ultimate
13. [Goal Not Included]
14. Keep in touch with Lamey and T when they are away
15. [Goal Not Included]
16. Blog at least once a week
17. Complete hat box project
18. [Goal Not Included]
19. Organize Pine Dale staff dinner
20. Pay off all credit cards.
So there you go. That's what I've been up to. Now feel free to comment on wheather you think my goals are possible, books that I might find interesting, cool places to go on vacation. Stuff like that.
If you didn't notice one of my goals in to blog at least once a week so you'll be hearing form me much more now I promise.
You see after graduating from college (WOOHOO!) (Kind of.) I moved back in with my parents (Again...WOOHOO) (NOT!) and starting working at the same restaurant I've been working at for the past 9 summers. My life was awesome (not really) after I graduated. I spent my time in one of three places:
1. My parent's house
2. Work
3. My Boyfriend's apartment at school
Only three problems there:
1. I can't stand my parents
2. I hate my job.
3. Soon after graduation my boyfriend broke up with me. (In retrospect not a huge deal cause I found someone better/got to express some feelings that I had been holding back for nearly a year - More about that in another post.)
After getting used to the fact that my life sucked, I decided that I wasn't going to just bend over and let life fuck me in the ass. (Contrary to popular beleif I'm not a dirty slut.) So I sat down one rainy day at work and started thinking about what I want to better myself in and how I can get my life rolling in the right direction. In the course of 3 hours I came up with a list of 20 goals to accomplish by the end of the year. My goals are as follows: (Note: some goals are omitted to protect the innocent.)
1. Apply for Grad School
2. Watch 25 of AFI's top 100 movies of all time
3. Know the capitals of all 50 states
4. Plan a vacation to go on next year
5. Read 10 books that I've never read before
6. Start learning another language
7. Find a job that I enjoy
8. Learn how to mix drinks
9. Clean out my room at my parent's house
10. Make college scrapbook
11. Write at least 3 chapters of my book
12. Learn how to play ultimate
13. [Goal Not Included]
14. Keep in touch with Lamey and T when they are away
15. [Goal Not Included]
16. Blog at least once a week
17. Complete hat box project
18. [Goal Not Included]
19. Organize Pine Dale staff dinner
20. Pay off all credit cards.
So there you go. That's what I've been up to. Now feel free to comment on wheather you think my goals are possible, books that I might find interesting, cool places to go on vacation. Stuff like that.
If you didn't notice one of my goals in to blog at least once a week so you'll be hearing form me much more now I promise.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Why I Love the whole World
Boom-dee-a-da, Boom-dee-a-da, Boom-dee-a-da, Boom-dee-a-da, I have had this stuck in my head for the past few weeks, and I'm totally ok with it. Why have I had this stuck in my head you might ask? My answer is The Discovery Channel. They have this fantastic new commercial and I can't get enough of it! If you haven't seen it check it out:
While preparing to write this and while writing it, thus far, I have watched it close to 25 times. Its kind of become an obsession. I know all the words and sing it every time it comes on TV. I swear I'm like a small child when it comes on mid-commercial break. I see those spacemen and the earth and my reaction is usually to say, "I LOVE THIS COMMERCIAL" and clap my hands in excitement like a toddler.
Moving on from my child-like amusablility, I wanted to see if I was the only person around that really enjoyed it. So I went down to the front desk of my the building that I live in and showed it to people as they were walking by. And what do you think I found? Well, out of about 30 people there was only one person, that wasn't a big fan! 1! Turns out I'm not so crazy after all.
Now that I'm not crazy, please let me tell you why I'm in love with this commercial. First off, its catchy. Fuck the goldfish commercials (Although, I do love the fishes.), I don't want to zoom-zoom-zoom in whatever car that is, and even though some days "I just can't seem to get it right," right now there isn't another commercial that is better to sing along with than this one. Seriously, watch it a few times and you'll be singing Boom-dee-a-da all day long.
Besides the song, the people in the commercial are pretty bad-ass too. You've got some Myth Busters in there, Bear Grylls (Who I'm secretly in love with even though he drinks his own piss.), and you've got Mike Rowe (apparently he loves dirty things...who knew?). If you're still not satisfied after that All-Star Discovery line up, all I can say is - Stephen Hawking. Could you ask for anything more? I think not. Oh, and if you get it stuck in you're head, don't worry I wont judge you.
While preparing to write this and while writing it, thus far, I have watched it close to 25 times. Its kind of become an obsession. I know all the words and sing it every time it comes on TV. I swear I'm like a small child when it comes on mid-commercial break. I see those spacemen and the earth and my reaction is usually to say, "I LOVE THIS COMMERCIAL" and clap my hands in excitement like a toddler.
Moving on from my child-like amusablility, I wanted to see if I was the only person around that really enjoyed it. So I went down to the front desk of my the building that I live in and showed it to people as they were walking by. And what do you think I found? Well, out of about 30 people there was only one person, that wasn't a big fan! 1! Turns out I'm not so crazy after all.
Now that I'm not crazy, please let me tell you why I'm in love with this commercial. First off, its catchy. Fuck the goldfish commercials (Although, I do love the fishes.), I don't want to zoom-zoom-zoom in whatever car that is, and even though some days "I just can't seem to get it right," right now there isn't another commercial that is better to sing along with than this one. Seriously, watch it a few times and you'll be singing Boom-dee-a-da all day long.
Besides the song, the people in the commercial are pretty bad-ass too. You've got some Myth Busters in there, Bear Grylls (Who I'm secretly in love with even though he drinks his own piss.), and you've got Mike Rowe (apparently he loves dirty things...who knew?). If you're still not satisfied after that All-Star Discovery line up, all I can say is - Stephen Hawking. Could you ask for anything more? I think not. Oh, and if you get it stuck in you're head, don't worry I wont judge you.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Its the Thought that Counts
It may come as a shock to many of you as I say this, but I am a romantic at heart. A single red rose can bring a tear to my eye. I love dancing in the moonlight. Nothing in the world beats kissing in the rain, and any guy who serenades me with "Can't take my eyes off of you," I will be his forever. But, sadly there isn't much of that going on these days, Romance that is.
For most women a bouquet of flowers is hard to come by and you're lucky if you find a guy who knows how to slow dance. And although guys will make fun of us girls forever for loving chick flicks sometimes all we want is a little romance. I mean seriously, we don't watch them for the plot lines...ok some people do, but overall we love those adorable acts of romantic bliss strategically placed throughout the movie. Now don't get me wrong, I realize that I'm not going to hire a male escort to come to my sister's wedding with me and magically fall in love with him, (If you don't get this reference you NEED to watch The Wedding Date.) that's just not how the world works. But, you have to admit that guy had moves!
What I'm trying to get at with this is mainly a message to the guys. Something you need to realize is that its not what you buy us, its how you treat us. I'm not the type of girl that needs to be shower with gifts, but Romance is really very simple. A moonlit walk in the park, (On campus works too.) going to the beach and turning on some music and dancing, a little homemade card just to say how special we are. See? A little imagination and you're set. The simplest little things mean so much to us, and you know that if you show a little love, we'll show it back.
For most women a bouquet of flowers is hard to come by and you're lucky if you find a guy who knows how to slow dance. And although guys will make fun of us girls forever for loving chick flicks sometimes all we want is a little romance. I mean seriously, we don't watch them for the plot lines...ok some people do, but overall we love those adorable acts of romantic bliss strategically placed throughout the movie. Now don't get me wrong, I realize that I'm not going to hire a male escort to come to my sister's wedding with me and magically fall in love with him, (If you don't get this reference you NEED to watch The Wedding Date.) that's just not how the world works. But, you have to admit that guy had moves!
What I'm trying to get at with this is mainly a message to the guys. Something you need to realize is that its not what you buy us, its how you treat us. I'm not the type of girl that needs to be shower with gifts, but Romance is really very simple. A moonlit walk in the park, (On campus works too.) going to the beach and turning on some music and dancing, a little homemade card just to say how special we are. See? A little imagination and you're set. The simplest little things mean so much to us, and you know that if you show a little love, we'll show it back.
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Get off of my fucking Band Wagon
About 2 weeks ago the Boston Bruins officially joined the race for the Stanley Cup. Being a fan all my life I was so excited that my hockey boys were finally doing well again. I was pumped when it was announced that on April 15th the Bruins would be in game 4 of a 7 game series verses the Canadians and the game would be played in Boston. The best part is that I had nothing to do that night! So, about an hour after the tickets went on sale I jumped online to order my tickets. I figured that I'd end up spending about $30 on my ticket after purchasing fees and such. To my surprise there were no $30 tickets left. In fact the cheapest ticket I could find was $101!!! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?! What the hell! No one likes hockey!
Its happening now, its happened before, and it'll happen again. Do you know why? Because everyone loves a winner. When a team starts winning everyone wants to be around for the BIG WIN. And to all those people that don't pay attention to sports until the local team starts to win all I have to say is, Get off of my fucking Band Wagon! Seriously, I don't want you here! You're not a true fan, you just love a good win. And while I do too, for me what makes the win even better is all the times that we didn't win.
Why is it that NOW you want to go to all the games and NOW you want the autographs, and NOW you need to buy the t-shirts and the hats? You're not a real fan. A real fan sticks by the team through thick and thin. When you get shit for being a fan and at the end of the day you're still a fan. That's the test. Its all about the dedication you put into the team that makes winning all the more sweet.
The ultimate true fan in my eyes is my grandfather. He was a huge Red Sox fan. He grew up down the street from Fenway Park and was a complete die hard. I remember one summer when I was about 12 years old he picked me up from camp. He was sporting a Red Sox hat and jersey. One of the mothers that was there picking up her son said to him, "Wow, you've got to be crazy to wear that shirt." And I don't think I'll ever forget his response. He looked her straight in the eye and said, "Miss I am a fan. I'm always going to be a fan. It doesn't matter if we win or lose. All the looses are just building up to one big win and when that win comes, it's going to be the best win this team has ever seen." 3 years later he ended up having a heart attack and he died. He never saw his big win, but I take those words with me to my teams.
They say that the waiting is the hardest part, but the faithful are rewarded in the end. So to all you Band Wagon jumping mother fuckers you piss me off! Get your shit straight and love the team before they win.
P.S. - Fuck all of you that have Bruins tickets.
Its happening now, its happened before, and it'll happen again. Do you know why? Because everyone loves a winner. When a team starts winning everyone wants to be around for the BIG WIN. And to all those people that don't pay attention to sports until the local team starts to win all I have to say is, Get off of my fucking Band Wagon! Seriously, I don't want you here! You're not a true fan, you just love a good win. And while I do too, for me what makes the win even better is all the times that we didn't win.
Why is it that NOW you want to go to all the games and NOW you want the autographs, and NOW you need to buy the t-shirts and the hats? You're not a real fan. A real fan sticks by the team through thick and thin. When you get shit for being a fan and at the end of the day you're still a fan. That's the test. Its all about the dedication you put into the team that makes winning all the more sweet.
The ultimate true fan in my eyes is my grandfather. He was a huge Red Sox fan. He grew up down the street from Fenway Park and was a complete die hard. I remember one summer when I was about 12 years old he picked me up from camp. He was sporting a Red Sox hat and jersey. One of the mothers that was there picking up her son said to him, "Wow, you've got to be crazy to wear that shirt." And I don't think I'll ever forget his response. He looked her straight in the eye and said, "Miss I am a fan. I'm always going to be a fan. It doesn't matter if we win or lose. All the looses are just building up to one big win and when that win comes, it's going to be the best win this team has ever seen." 3 years later he ended up having a heart attack and he died. He never saw his big win, but I take those words with me to my teams.
They say that the waiting is the hardest part, but the faithful are rewarded in the end. So to all you Band Wagon jumping mother fuckers you piss me off! Get your shit straight and love the team before they win.
P.S. - Fuck all of you that have Bruins tickets.
Babies! Babies EVERYWHERE!
In the past few weeks it has come to my attention that there are babies EVERYWHERE. I know, I know there are always babies around. I just don't usually notice them. And, NO I'm not noticing them now because I think I'm pregnant or something like that, so get that out of your minds right fucking now!
Its just that lately, more than ever, I've seen/been in contact/around more babies than ever before. One thing you need to realize, if you haven't already, is that I'm not your average girl. I'm not really into the color pink, I don't give a shit if I break a nail, and babies aren't really my thing. I didn't babysit when I was younger and I've never changed a diaper. The following story is fantastic evidence that people don't see me as the girlie/motherly type. Recently, I was at a work dinner with a bunch of my guy friends when one of my supervisors came in with her 8 month old son. I was holding him (and I will admit he's adorable.) and the guys all whipped out there camera phones making statements like, "Oh my god, Retha's being girlie!" and "Retha, you know how to hold a baby?" Since then all of these pictures are taken out and shown to me whenever I say things about not being a good girl and such. Continuing on, so, why all of a sudden am I noticing so many babies?
At this juncture in my life I defiantly don't want one. In the future I know I want a couple of them, but I just can't deal with that kind of thing now. When I have mine I want to be an a solid relationship and possibly married. Babies are a huge responsibility and as this point I am not mature enough to deal with that.
Anyway back to babies everywhere. TV, radio, movies, malls, my job. EVERYWHERE. I swear if I turn on E! Entertainment television one more time and there's a special all about babies I might scream. The Discovery channel is one of my favorites. I watch it religiously. However I HATE turning on the TV and hoping that the Deadliest Catch (my absolute favorite show Discovery has to offer) is on and finding A Baby Story! Seriously, what the fuck! I don't want to watch this crap! BUT lately I have been. I don't know what's wrong with me. The show gives me two of the most opposite reactions. I want to punch a baby in the face, but at the same time my ovaries hurt (in that wow that baby is cute and maybe I want to have one kind of way). But I don't want one!
I blame the world for this. Stop thrusting babies in my face. When I want one I'll come to that conclusion all by myself. I don't need TV, adorable babies, and women pushing their strollers down the street to tell me. When I'm good and ready then I'll have one, so get off my back world. There are too many fucking people around as it is and there doesn't need to be one more.
Its just that lately, more than ever, I've seen/been in contact/around more babies than ever before. One thing you need to realize, if you haven't already, is that I'm not your average girl. I'm not really into the color pink, I don't give a shit if I break a nail, and babies aren't really my thing. I didn't babysit when I was younger and I've never changed a diaper. The following story is fantastic evidence that people don't see me as the girlie/motherly type. Recently, I was at a work dinner with a bunch of my guy friends when one of my supervisors came in with her 8 month old son. I was holding him (and I will admit he's adorable.) and the guys all whipped out there camera phones making statements like, "Oh my god, Retha's being girlie!" and "Retha, you know how to hold a baby?" Since then all of these pictures are taken out and shown to me whenever I say things about not being a good girl and such. Continuing on, so, why all of a sudden am I noticing so many babies?
At this juncture in my life I defiantly don't want one. In the future I know I want a couple of them, but I just can't deal with that kind of thing now. When I have mine I want to be an a solid relationship and possibly married. Babies are a huge responsibility and as this point I am not mature enough to deal with that.
Anyway back to babies everywhere. TV, radio, movies, malls, my job. EVERYWHERE. I swear if I turn on E! Entertainment television one more time and there's a special all about babies I might scream. The Discovery channel is one of my favorites. I watch it religiously. However I HATE turning on the TV and hoping that the Deadliest Catch (my absolute favorite show Discovery has to offer) is on and finding A Baby Story! Seriously, what the fuck! I don't want to watch this crap! BUT lately I have been. I don't know what's wrong with me. The show gives me two of the most opposite reactions. I want to punch a baby in the face, but at the same time my ovaries hurt (in that wow that baby is cute and maybe I want to have one kind of way). But I don't want one!
I blame the world for this. Stop thrusting babies in my face. When I want one I'll come to that conclusion all by myself. I don't need TV, adorable babies, and women pushing their strollers down the street to tell me. When I'm good and ready then I'll have one, so get off my back world. There are too many fucking people around as it is and there doesn't need to be one more.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
A Rude Awakening
This is a short story I wrote. Please leave comments and tell me what you think. Enjoy!
I was running down the beach. The sand I felt between my toes was warm from the water that had been running over it all day. I could see him at the other end of the beach. I waved my arms and yelling, “Sam, I'm over here!” but he didn't seem to hear me.
He started to walk away, so I ran faster.
“Sam! Wait for me!” I screamed, but he just couldn't hear me. He was too busy looking at something out of the water.
Off in the distance I could see a large ship. It's blue color was magnified by the gleam of the ocean. It glided over the waves so smoothly.
I kept running towards him, but he just seemed to get further and further away from me.
Then out of no where there was a flash from on the water. I looked at the vessel and saw bright orange flames coming from the hull. Out of no where a booming sound filled the air. My hands flung themselves to shield my ears from the noise. I turned back down the beach to look at Sam. He was on his knees covering his ears. The beach began to shake. I lost my footing and feel to the ground.
“Retha, wake-up, the phone is ringing. Retha!” I heard the voice of a man say.
My boyfriend's hand was on my shoulder shaking me as I opened my eyes and slowly slipped away from dreamland. I jumped out of bed and walked across the room to answer the still ringing phone.
“Hello,” I said in a low raspy voice.
“Hey,” said a familiar voice, “Its Pat, sorry to wake you up.”
“Don't worry about it,” I told him, “what's going on?”
“Um, I had this girl come to me a little while ago,” he sounded uneasy, “she told me she was raped.”
At that moment I snapped back to reality and into RA mode.
“Alright, where is she now?” I asked.
“She's with me, we're in the RD office,” Pat explained “I'm really not sure what to do Retha, can you come help me with this? She really needs someone to talk to.”
“Yup, I just have to put on my shoes. I'll be down in 2 minutes. Bye.” I slammed the phone down in the hook in a hurry. I climbed under the bed to grab my shoes and threw them on.
Before my boyfriend knew what was going on I had grabbed my keys and a sweatshirt and the door closed with a slam. I ran downstairs as fast as my feet would take me. When I reached the door of the RD office I looked through the window to see Pat sitting on the couch with his arm around a red headed girl with her face in her hands. She was sobbing.
When I put my key in the lock she sit straight up and looked towards at me with fear in her eyes. I turned the key and push open the door. Pat stood up from the couch and walked over to me. His tall lanky frame seemed smaller than usual, his face a pale white. You could see the panic written all over it.
“Don't worry hunny,” I look into his eyes. He was about to cry. “I'll take of her.”
I reached up and wrapped my arms around him. His whole body was shaking. I had never seen him like this before. It scared me a little bit. I let him go and walked over to the red-headed girl sitting on the couch. Her hands were in her lap and she was looking to the floor.
“Is it ok if I sit down?” I asked her.
“Sure,” she said quickly.
“My name is Retha. What's yours?” I said in the kindest voice I could.
Without looking up at me she said, “Amy,” her voice was shaky. I could tell she had been crying for sometime now.
“Amy, I'm here to help you.” I explained as I gently put my hand on her back. Her muscles tensed up. “Can you tell me what happened?”
Her body relaxed and then started to shake. She looked up at me. Her bright blue eyes were bloodshot and filled with tears. The teardrops running down her cheeks feel like rain. Her pursed lips were trembling. She threw her arms around my neck and she screamed, “Why me?”
The only sound in the room was her sobbing and the occasional gasp for air that her lungs made. With her head on my shoulder I could feel her quiver. As she cried I could feel the warm tears fall from her face to my shoulder and neck. At that moment there was nothing I could do to help her. I had never felt more helpless n my life. Something that I couldn't even imagine happened to this girl and I couldn't do anything to make it go away.
After a few minutes her tears subsided and she lifted her head off of my shoulder. With her eyes redder than they were before she looked at me and said, “Why did he do that to me?”
I couldn't answer her. I didn't have an answer. So I told her the only thing I could.
“I don't know.”
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
M*A*S*Hing my Scrubby life into the ER
I lead a pretty busy life; working, doing my theatre thing, writing, boozing - you know how I do. So I don't have many TV shows that I watch regularly. However I do have my guilty pleasure TV. Everyone has them, and if you say you don't you're a huge fucking liar. From Reality TV to late night Skinamax guilty pleasure TV can be found at any time, day or night.
For me guilty pleasure TV is anything that has to do with doctors, medicine, and hospitals. I don't really understand why, but that's just the way it is. I was hooked at a young age watching M*A*S*H with my Dad. I just couldn't get enough of the 4077th. I was obsessed. I mean what other 10 year old do you know that was Hot Lips Houlihan for Halloween?
Then ER came out. And let me tell you once reruns hit TBS, holidays, vacations, and sick days were the best days of my life. Dr. Carter become the love of my life. He was so cute trying to balance living his life and saving the lives of his patients. And please lets not forget about George Clonoey because he was amazing as Dr. Ross. There's just something about a man that is good with children that is so damn cute.
My latest medical must see is Scrubs. It's funny, it's heartfelt, it's all around a fantastic show. JD and Turk are the ultimate ebony and ivory team (Which my friends Brad and Dajaun bring to life for me everyday.) Dr. Cox pushes the buttons of everyone in the hospital just to make them better doctors and The Janitor, well he likes to fuck with people's heads.
All of these shows make my busy life I bit more bearable when I'm flipping through the TV and happen to stumble upon a rerun. So, dearest TV executives if you keep on making MD drama, comedy, whatever shows, I'll keep watching.
For me guilty pleasure TV is anything that has to do with doctors, medicine, and hospitals. I don't really understand why, but that's just the way it is. I was hooked at a young age watching M*A*S*H with my Dad. I just couldn't get enough of the 4077th. I was obsessed. I mean what other 10 year old do you know that was Hot Lips Houlihan for Halloween?
Then ER came out. And let me tell you once reruns hit TBS, holidays, vacations, and sick days were the best days of my life. Dr. Carter become the love of my life. He was so cute trying to balance living his life and saving the lives of his patients. And please lets not forget about George Clonoey because he was amazing as Dr. Ross. There's just something about a man that is good with children that is so damn cute.
My latest medical must see is Scrubs. It's funny, it's heartfelt, it's all around a fantastic show. JD and Turk are the ultimate ebony and ivory team (Which my friends Brad and Dajaun bring to life for me everyday.) Dr. Cox pushes the buttons of everyone in the hospital just to make them better doctors and The Janitor, well he likes to fuck with people's heads.
All of these shows make my busy life I bit more bearable when I'm flipping through the TV and happen to stumble upon a rerun. So, dearest TV executives if you keep on making MD drama, comedy, whatever shows, I'll keep watching.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Everybody stumbles once in a while or for hours at a time
About an hour ago I was sucked into something that I have been avoiding for months now, but just couldn't resist anymore considering I was told that it would help more people see this blog. I'm talking about Stumble.
Seriously people I don't think you quiet understand. Stumble is a computer program that works with Firefox that asks you what types of things you're interested in and then randomly tkaes you to websites. I've had this program on my computer for about 3 hours and it is already ruining my life. It knows that I love booze and it takes me to sites like Drink-O-Meter that tell me how much alcohol I have drank in my lifetime along with how much money I have spent on it. (For those interested I've consumed 4176.64 drinks and spent $20047.87 on alcohol - it's ok I know I'm a booze-bag) Then it takes me to languageisavirus.com - a website that helps cure writer's block. It kills me how every time I hit the blue and green swirly "stumble" button that without fail a site that I want to look at comes up.
*CLICK*
Although this site has consumed my life I have learned so many valuable things. One of which I am so doing the next time I go to the bar. It's a drinking game called, "You're a Cunt!" In this game you get a group of people to chug pints and the last person to finish is crowned the "messenger." It is then the "messenger's" job to go up to people that the group picks and say, "You're a Cunt!" and that's all they can say. (Sorry if you don't like the word cunt, but it's one of my favorites.)
*CLICK*
Then I was taken to http://imgs.zinio.com/retail_srvs/classics/ a site that thousands and thousands of books all online: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, The Call of the Wild, Crime and Punishment, Dracula, the list just keeps on going!
*CLICK*
After that I was taken to Mr. Wong's Soup'Partments: The largest virtual building in the world! (When I finish this post I'm totally going to get an apartment in that building! look for me http://www.mrwong.de/myhouse/)
*CLICK*
NO MORE CLICKING!!! I could go on for hours with this and I probably will. But go check it out (stumbleupon.com) if you like spending hours of your life in front of your computer looking at the most random shit that you never knew was on the internet.
Seriously people I don't think you quiet understand. Stumble is a computer program that works with Firefox that asks you what types of things you're interested in and then randomly tkaes you to websites. I've had this program on my computer for about 3 hours and it is already ruining my life. It knows that I love booze and it takes me to sites like Drink-O-Meter that tell me how much alcohol I have drank in my lifetime along with how much money I have spent on it. (For those interested I've consumed 4176.64 drinks and spent $20047.87 on alcohol - it's ok I know I'm a booze-bag) Then it takes me to languageisavirus.com - a website that helps cure writer's block. It kills me how every time I hit the blue and green swirly "stumble" button that without fail a site that I want to look at comes up.
*CLICK*
Although this site has consumed my life I have learned so many valuable things. One of which I am so doing the next time I go to the bar. It's a drinking game called, "You're a Cunt!" In this game you get a group of people to chug pints and the last person to finish is crowned the "messenger." It is then the "messenger's" job to go up to people that the group picks and say, "You're a Cunt!" and that's all they can say. (Sorry if you don't like the word cunt, but it's one of my favorites.)
*CLICK*
Then I was taken to http://imgs.zinio.com/retail_srvs/classics/ a site that thousands and thousands of books all online: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, The Call of the Wild, Crime and Punishment, Dracula, the list just keeps on going!
*CLICK*
After that I was taken to Mr. Wong's Soup'Partments: The largest virtual building in the world! (When I finish this post I'm totally going to get an apartment in that building! look for me http://www.mrwong.de/myhouse/)
*CLICK*
NO MORE CLICKING!!! I could go on for hours with this and I probably will. But go check it out (stumbleupon.com) if you like spending hours of your life in front of your computer looking at the most random shit that you never knew was on the internet.
Friday, March 28, 2008
The Massachusetts way of life
Spring has finally arrived. The snow has melted and the leaves are beginning to bud on the trees. Each evening on campus I hear the peepers outside singing their nightly song. During the day I see the grass is getting greener and students are dashing outside to spend some time in the warmth of the sun. And for this Massachusetts born girl, springtime only means one thing, baseball season!
The Red Sox are a way of life. All Sox fans have a love hate relationship with the team. You show them so much love and support and (as a fan it pains me to say this.) historically they have the tendency to let you down. Being a third generation Red Sox fan my family knows the heartache. My grandfather died never having seen his beloved Sox win a world series championship, and my dad cursed me for the first year of my life stating that I was a bad luck child and the reason the Sox lost the world series in '86. Whether it was my fault (yeah right) or Buckner's things have turned around and now my dad calls me the good luck for the 2 championships we now have. (He thinks I should stay in college forever.)
I will be attending my first game of the season on April 12th vs. the Yankees. I can't wait to stroll into the dank dark underbelly of Fenway Park, buy my $6 plastic cup of shitty Coors Light (which I may or may not have already had 3 or 4 across the street at the Cask N' Flagon.), and meander around in my drunken state with the rest anxious crowd.
The topper on the cake of the Red Sox world is being in the concrete jungle of Fenway and walking up the ramp to the stadium. In just a few simple steps you are transported from the pit of hell to heaven on earth for any hardcore Sox fan. With the Green Monster in front of you the sweet smell of freshly cut grass fills your lungs and the sounds of the ballpark fill your ears. The team warming up on the feild and the kids standing next to the dugout hoping to get the autograph of their favorite player.
As the start of the game approaches the park fills to the brim. With families, drunks, and the K-Men all in attendance the crowd of, 36, 108 (because you know that EVERY game is sold out.) rise to their feet for the national anthem, and the game begins.
The crack of the bat sends a ball soaring out of the park. "YOOOUK!" bellows the crowd as everyones favorite first basemen steps up to bat. Manny is being Manny in the outfield. The baby-faced Jacoby Ellsbury is like lighting dashing from 1st to 2nd base. Beckett throws his fastball into V-Tek's glove with a thud. All the while the die hards are in the stands biting their nails hoping our boys can bring home a win.
Win or lose (they better beat the fucking Yankees) on the 12th I'll keep going back. I was raised a Red Sox fan and I plan on bringing my kids up as Sox fans too. It's a Massachusetts way of life and I wouldn't change it for the world!
The Red Sox are a way of life. All Sox fans have a love hate relationship with the team. You show them so much love and support and (as a fan it pains me to say this.) historically they have the tendency to let you down. Being a third generation Red Sox fan my family knows the heartache. My grandfather died never having seen his beloved Sox win a world series championship, and my dad cursed me for the first year of my life stating that I was a bad luck child and the reason the Sox lost the world series in '86. Whether it was my fault (yeah right) or Buckner's things have turned around and now my dad calls me the good luck for the 2 championships we now have. (He thinks I should stay in college forever.)
I will be attending my first game of the season on April 12th vs. the Yankees. I can't wait to stroll into the dank dark underbelly of Fenway Park, buy my $6 plastic cup of shitty Coors Light (which I may or may not have already had 3 or 4 across the street at the Cask N' Flagon.), and meander around in my drunken state with the rest anxious crowd.
The topper on the cake of the Red Sox world is being in the concrete jungle of Fenway and walking up the ramp to the stadium. In just a few simple steps you are transported from the pit of hell to heaven on earth for any hardcore Sox fan. With the Green Monster in front of you the sweet smell of freshly cut grass fills your lungs and the sounds of the ballpark fill your ears. The team warming up on the feild and the kids standing next to the dugout hoping to get the autograph of their favorite player.
As the start of the game approaches the park fills to the brim. With families, drunks, and the K-Men all in attendance the crowd of, 36, 108 (because you know that EVERY game is sold out.) rise to their feet for the national anthem, and the game begins.
The crack of the bat sends a ball soaring out of the park. "YOOOUK!" bellows the crowd as everyones favorite first basemen steps up to bat. Manny is being Manny in the outfield. The baby-faced Jacoby Ellsbury is like lighting dashing from 1st to 2nd base. Beckett throws his fastball into V-Tek's glove with a thud. All the while the die hards are in the stands biting their nails hoping our boys can bring home a win.
Win or lose (they better beat the fucking Yankees) on the 12th I'll keep going back. I was raised a Red Sox fan and I plan on bringing my kids up as Sox fans too. It's a Massachusetts way of life and I wouldn't change it for the world!
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Fun with the Boys Part 2
Writing is all fun and games until you have to look at what you wrote and take it back. I do not consider my self a hypocrite because I am openly admitting that things have changed since my last entry about my guy friends. Please allow me to explain.
For spring break (Spring Break WOOOO!!) I went on a road trip to Canada with three of my guy friends. This trip was the first time I had ever been somewhere for spring break in my four years of college, and I was pumped. Anyway, on the trip my best friend and I ended up kissing one night (completely sober) and now we are dating.
Now, this is a recent development and I had never really thought that (1) I would ever date someone in my circle of guy friends and (2) that any of them would actually want to date me. Don't take that last statement as me having low self-esteem or that I have issues, but it's just not something I had ever really thought about before.
Looking back I guess it was all kind of inevitable that we would eventually get together. We had kind of a history of getting drunk and making out, but at the time I didn't see that as any more than getting drunk and making out. I mean we were really close before we started dating and, in some cases, I was closer to him that some of his girl friends ever were. We have a lot of fun together. We both enjoy the Red Sox, a good episode of Kenny Vs. Spenny, and we might possibly be two of the dorkiest people in the world. Most of all we have a general understanding of how the other works, if that makes any sense. And although I'm speaking in the early stages of our relationship I can honestly say that I'm very happy.
One thing that I have learned from this experience is that dating, relationships, or however you want to categorize what you and the rest of the world do just kind of falls in your lap. It isn't planned and if you try to plan it you'll most likely fall flat on your face.
So, while I still enjoy having fun with the boys, lately I've been having a little bit more fun.
For spring break (Spring Break WOOOO!!) I went on a road trip to Canada with three of my guy friends. This trip was the first time I had ever been somewhere for spring break in my four years of college, and I was pumped. Anyway, on the trip my best friend and I ended up kissing one night (completely sober) and now we are dating.
Now, this is a recent development and I had never really thought that (1) I would ever date someone in my circle of guy friends and (2) that any of them would actually want to date me. Don't take that last statement as me having low self-esteem or that I have issues, but it's just not something I had ever really thought about before.
Looking back I guess it was all kind of inevitable that we would eventually get together. We had kind of a history of getting drunk and making out, but at the time I didn't see that as any more than getting drunk and making out. I mean we were really close before we started dating and, in some cases, I was closer to him that some of his girl friends ever were. We have a lot of fun together. We both enjoy the Red Sox, a good episode of Kenny Vs. Spenny, and we might possibly be two of the dorkiest people in the world. Most of all we have a general understanding of how the other works, if that makes any sense. And although I'm speaking in the early stages of our relationship I can honestly say that I'm very happy.
One thing that I have learned from this experience is that dating, relationships, or however you want to categorize what you and the rest of the world do just kind of falls in your lap. It isn't planned and if you try to plan it you'll most likely fall flat on your face.
So, while I still enjoy having fun with the boys, lately I've been having a little bit more fun.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Guinness and Graduation
Hungover sitting in my 11am Rhetorical Theory class, clearly paying more attention to my pounding head then to ethos, pathos, and logos, I started thinking about the night before. My best friend in his car bomb, incredible hulk, and PBR induced drunkenness looked straight at me, and with both hands grabbed my face. AH! I caught you! You thought he was going to kiss me didn't you? Seriously people? Did you completely forget about my last post already? Just like the paparazzi always jumping to conclusions. Anyway, with his clammy cold hands on my Irish sun burned cheeks he looked straight into my eyes and said, "I'm really going to miss you Re-Bone."
Now I don't know where that goofy nickname came from, that's a very recent development within our friendship, but his words hit a nerve. He was going to miss me. Why did he tell me that? Was it because he thought after graduation we would never see one another again, or was it his Animal House level of drunkenness? It was at that moment when the thought of graduation hit me. I mean really hit me.
As I sat in class thinking this over I began to panic. I imagined my graduation. Bidding tearful goodbyes to people that I may never see again. Leaving this place that I have called my home for the past four years. Leaving my closest friends to do...do...What am I going to do? A frenzy of sheer dread hit the pit of my stomach.
I know what I'm good at here, but could I do it somewhere else? Can I make it as a writer? Is student affairs something I really want to do as a career? It was a very big Elle Woods moment. Minus the wardrobe of pink, the chihuahua, and, okay so it wasn't like that at all. Thousands of similar thoughts filled my throbbing skull. I could feel my heart beat in my head. The room began to spin. I jumped up out of my chair and the next thing I knew I was on my knees in the bathroom with the smell of Guinness filling my lungs.
I sat there on the floor in the ladies room and I felt like a freshman again. With my legs stretched out, one on either side of the toilet trying to figure out whether I threw-up because of one too many car bombs or out of fear. The words I'm never drinking again came to my mind, but lets face it that's never going to happen. I tried to block the idea of the future and the vomit. Then I realized it's okay to be missed. Being missed means that you made a difference. That's when I decided that I wasn't going to be scared anymore. (Of the future not the vomit.) I'm going to do what I want to do and I'm not going to apologize for the path I take.
So I stood up, flushed the toilet, and walked over to the sink. With my hands full of foamy soap I looked up at the mirror. The vision I saw was someone who would be missed, who would be remembered, who made her mark, and would continue to do so wherever she ends up.
Now I don't know where that goofy nickname came from, that's a very recent development within our friendship, but his words hit a nerve. He was going to miss me. Why did he tell me that? Was it because he thought after graduation we would never see one another again, or was it his Animal House level of drunkenness? It was at that moment when the thought of graduation hit me. I mean really hit me.
As I sat in class thinking this over I began to panic. I imagined my graduation. Bidding tearful goodbyes to people that I may never see again. Leaving this place that I have called my home for the past four years. Leaving my closest friends to do...do...What am I going to do? A frenzy of sheer dread hit the pit of my stomach.
I know what I'm good at here, but could I do it somewhere else? Can I make it as a writer? Is student affairs something I really want to do as a career? It was a very big Elle Woods moment. Minus the wardrobe of pink, the chihuahua, and, okay so it wasn't like that at all. Thousands of similar thoughts filled my throbbing skull. I could feel my heart beat in my head. The room began to spin. I jumped up out of my chair and the next thing I knew I was on my knees in the bathroom with the smell of Guinness filling my lungs.
I sat there on the floor in the ladies room and I felt like a freshman again. With my legs stretched out, one on either side of the toilet trying to figure out whether I threw-up because of one too many car bombs or out of fear. The words I'm never drinking again came to my mind, but lets face it that's never going to happen. I tried to block the idea of the future and the vomit. Then I realized it's okay to be missed. Being missed means that you made a difference. That's when I decided that I wasn't going to be scared anymore. (Of the future not the vomit.) I'm going to do what I want to do and I'm not going to apologize for the path I take.
So I stood up, flushed the toilet, and walked over to the sink. With my hands full of foamy soap I looked up at the mirror. The vision I saw was someone who would be missed, who would be remembered, who made her mark, and would continue to do so wherever she ends up.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
What is Love?
Love *sigh* Ah, Love, that feeling you get when that special someone gives you that diamond. I mean money...oh shit, I totally fucked up!
So, love. What is love? Is it money and diamonds and airtime on VH1? Cause if I was a 13 year old girl that's what I would think love is.
Even though Flavor of Love is my (and many other college students') guilty pleasure it makes me think about what they are teaching young girls. The women on this show parade around in skimpy clothing in front of a man who (in most cases) is WAY WAY old for them. On top of that they are fighting with all the other skanky bitches in the house to find "true love." (Although I really enjoyed when 'Punkin' spit that big ol' logy at 'New York.' It was bad ass.) Young girls are getting the wrong idea about true love and I worry that watching this show will make them think that they need to dress trashy and play head games to get boys.
Flavor of Love and all the other reality shows out there like it portray love as a competition; a game. I HATE when love is looked at as a game! It's something that only the lucky enjoy. You can't force love by winning a competition, showing your boobs, or kissing a guy that the 20 other whores in the house kissed. (um, can you say herpes?) Love is something special, something sacred, and when reality TV strips it down and leaves it standing there naked and exposed it's not special anymore. It becomes dirty and worthless. That is not something love should ever be.
To the 13 year-old girls of reality TV land: Don't become one of these women. Love can't be found on poorly made TV, it's just something that kind of falls in your lap. It isn't planned and you can't put your name on a list and have it given to you. There's no need to change the person you are to get it either. Your boobs can stay in your shirt and your ass doesn't have to hang out of the bottom or your skirt either. Believe it or not someone will love you for the person you are right now, and when love does find you it will be the most amazing thing ever...and you don't even have to kiss nasty old Flavor Flav to keep it.
So, love. What is love? Is it money and diamonds and airtime on VH1? Cause if I was a 13 year old girl that's what I would think love is.
Even though Flavor of Love is my (and many other college students') guilty pleasure it makes me think about what they are teaching young girls. The women on this show parade around in skimpy clothing in front of a man who (in most cases) is WAY WAY old for them. On top of that they are fighting with all the other skanky bitches in the house to find "true love." (Although I really enjoyed when 'Punkin' spit that big ol' logy at 'New York.' It was bad ass.) Young girls are getting the wrong idea about true love and I worry that watching this show will make them think that they need to dress trashy and play head games to get boys.
Flavor of Love and all the other reality shows out there like it portray love as a competition; a game. I HATE when love is looked at as a game! It's something that only the lucky enjoy. You can't force love by winning a competition, showing your boobs, or kissing a guy that the 20 other whores in the house kissed. (um, can you say herpes?) Love is something special, something sacred, and when reality TV strips it down and leaves it standing there naked and exposed it's not special anymore. It becomes dirty and worthless. That is not something love should ever be.
To the 13 year-old girls of reality TV land: Don't become one of these women. Love can't be found on poorly made TV, it's just something that kind of falls in your lap. It isn't planned and you can't put your name on a list and have it given to you. There's no need to change the person you are to get it either. Your boobs can stay in your shirt and your ass doesn't have to hang out of the bottom or your skirt either. Believe it or not someone will love you for the person you are right now, and when love does find you it will be the most amazing thing ever...and you don't even have to kiss nasty old Flavor Flav to keep it.
I just want to have Fun...with the Boys
I'm that girl. That girl that every girlfriend dreads...NO NOT THE HOME WRECKER...well not anymore. (that was a one time freshman year of college thing) I'm the girl that your boyfriend hangs out with one on one and invites to hang out with his boys. I'm that friend. The girl that can chug a beer better than most frat boys. The girl that can get down and dirty in the mud playing football and not give a shit if she breaks a nail. The girl that knows how to use an electric drill, a chop saw, and a table saw. And on top of all that looks damn good in a little black dress and stiletto heels.
My closest friends are guys, and contrary to popular belief I do not want to have sex with any of them. In fact it's all beers and burping until one of them gets a girlfriend. That's when the shit hits the fan. After meeting me even if it's only a quick introduction will without fail HATE me. I don't even have to do anything. Based on that I hang out with them on a regular basis, frequently alone, they don't like me. That really upsets me. But the worst part is that I really want to see my friends happy, but when I'm disliked by someone that brings that happiness it's really hard.
I think what bothers me the most about my situation are the movies that help form me into the pining friend stereotype. The movie that really rings this true to home is My Best Friend's Wedding. While I don't have a pact to get married to any of my friends nor am I attracted to any of them, but we are close like that. I'm not just sitting around waiting for one of them to get married or break up with a girlfriend to make a move, it's just not what I do. And I don't care how good looking the guys are, cause I have some hot guy friends, it still doesn't make me want them.
This shit happens in Hollywood too. When a celebrity is seen with a member of the opposite sex they're automatically fucking. Sometimes I feel like everyone on campus is a member of the paparatzi. At least once a week I get asked, "Are you with [fill in the blank with friends name]?" or "What's up with you and [fill in the blank with friends name]?" My answers are no and nothing!
For the record there's nothing going on between me and my guy friends. I mean I might even be going to a batcholar party...how much more guy like can you get?
My closest friends are guys, and contrary to popular belief I do not want to have sex with any of them. In fact it's all beers and burping until one of them gets a girlfriend. That's when the shit hits the fan. After meeting me even if it's only a quick introduction will without fail HATE me. I don't even have to do anything. Based on that I hang out with them on a regular basis, frequently alone, they don't like me. That really upsets me. But the worst part is that I really want to see my friends happy, but when I'm disliked by someone that brings that happiness it's really hard.
I think what bothers me the most about my situation are the movies that help form me into the pining friend stereotype. The movie that really rings this true to home is My Best Friend's Wedding. While I don't have a pact to get married to any of my friends nor am I attracted to any of them, but we are close like that. I'm not just sitting around waiting for one of them to get married or break up with a girlfriend to make a move, it's just not what I do. And I don't care how good looking the guys are, cause I have some hot guy friends, it still doesn't make me want them.
This shit happens in Hollywood too. When a celebrity is seen with a member of the opposite sex they're automatically fucking. Sometimes I feel like everyone on campus is a member of the paparatzi. At least once a week I get asked, "Are you with [fill in the blank with friends name]?" or "What's up with you and [fill in the blank with friends name]?" My answers are no and nothing!
For the record there's nothing going on between me and my guy friends. I mean I might even be going to a batcholar party...how much more guy like can you get?
Monday, February 11, 2008
There's no crying in Politics...Or is there?
Voting. I am allowed to do it because women of past generations rallied for the right for me to. And I do vote. Women have been voting for decades now, and considering we have IQs higher than most toaster ovens I would say we do a pretty good job of it.
The other day I walked into the voting booth, pulled the curtain shut behind me, and I cast my vote. I voted for Hilary Clinton. My reasoning behind this is because of her political views, NOT because she cried on television. Fox news and CNN enjoyed complaining about how Hilary is really gunning for the womans vote and that is why she cried on national television. As an intelligent person (please note that I said person and not woman.) I would never vote for someone based on sympathy or because of an emotional display.
Seriously you national TV bullshit news casters, what kind of idiot do you think I am? Oh yeah, that's right - I'm not! I will vote for the deligate that I feel will do the best for our country. I don't vote based on who my parents vote for, who is hot, or because someone cried on TV. It's true I am a woman. I know. I know. Big shocker! I'm sympathetic to women and I cry and all that other bullshit that goes along with it. But I am intelligent and you need to shut-up and deal with it!
The other day I walked into the voting booth, pulled the curtain shut behind me, and I cast my vote. I voted for Hilary Clinton. My reasoning behind this is because of her political views, NOT because she cried on television. Fox news and CNN enjoyed complaining about how Hilary is really gunning for the womans vote and that is why she cried on national television. As an intelligent person (please note that I said person and not woman.) I would never vote for someone based on sympathy or because of an emotional display.
Seriously you national TV bullshit news casters, what kind of idiot do you think I am? Oh yeah, that's right - I'm not! I will vote for the deligate that I feel will do the best for our country. I don't vote based on who my parents vote for, who is hot, or because someone cried on TV. It's true I am a woman. I know. I know. Big shocker! I'm sympathetic to women and I cry and all that other bullshit that goes along with it. But I am intelligent and you need to shut-up and deal with it!
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Ugg is for Uggly
For about 4 years now I have wracked my brain over the popularity of Uggs. I do not claim to be a fashionista or a designer, but what I do claim to be is a person with taste. And as far as taste goes no one with taste would wear Ugg boots unless they were (1) going camping or (2) going outside in the freezing cold. You know what I will flat out say it, "I HATE UGGS!"
On that note, please let me explain that for this article I did some research. One of the things I did - and I will admit something I never thought I'd do - was go to the store and try a pair on. So I sat down with these nasty pink bastards (pictured below), which I almost barfed before putting on. I was very surprised as to the comfort of them and my feet were warm too. Still wondering why they were popular I starting thinking about the clothes that I see girls wear with them.
So I told the saleswoman that I was going to buy them (...umm yeah fucking right.) and I walked to the ladies/juniors clothing department. I looked around for some clothing that I thought might look nice (as nice as possible) with my uggly Uggs. I took my clothes into the dressing room and began trying them on. The jeans with the Uggs weren't too bad. I had the jeans covering the Uggs and the jeans tucked into the Uggs (Definitely leave the jeans outside the boots). Then I tried on the ever so popular Uggs and a mini skirt. *Major Sigh* Not only did I look extra stupid in this outfit I felt like a huge tool. Below you will see some pictures of "tools" wearing uggs.
Looking back on my Ugg experience I am even more of an Anti-Ugg person. But, my question is who is to blame for this Ugg explosion? And after a little research I found that it is Oprah's fault. Please don't take this in the wrong context. Oprah is an amazing woman and she has helped thousands of people through her charities, but I'm very upset with her for her love of Uggs. In 2000, (according to www.uggaustralia.com) Oprah was given a pair of Ugg Classics (shown above, in pink EWWW) and loved them so much that she purchase 350 pairs (one for each person on her staff). Then three years later she decided to put them on her "Oprah's Favorite Things" list in November and they became the must have item that Christmas. Enough background information. Now Oprah...WHY?!? This terrible fashion trend is all your fault and I will stick to my guns on this. Lets take a look at some of the other fashions trends that would have been a much better idea to support. Parachute pants, cause lets face it M.C. Hammer just doesn't seem to have the pull in the fashion world like he used to. Platform shoes...I know that the Spice Girls are still rocking the girl power on their reunion tour, but you could be the one that really brings those shoes back. And last but definitely not least: Tube tops. Enough said. So Oprah, please pick one of them and let me know what you think. It's okay if you don't want to support any of them and stick with your Uggs, I wont be upset. But if that's the case have your people call my people and I'll take an Ugg boot and shove it up your ass.
On that note, please let me explain that for this article I did some research. One of the things I did - and I will admit something I never thought I'd do - was go to the store and try a pair on. So I sat down with these nasty pink bastards (pictured below), which I almost barfed before putting on. I was very surprised as to the comfort of them and my feet were warm too. Still wondering why they were popular I starting thinking about the clothes that I see girls wear with them.
So I told the saleswoman that I was going to buy them (...umm yeah fucking right.) and I walked to the ladies/juniors clothing department. I looked around for some clothing that I thought might look nice (as nice as possible) with my uggly Uggs. I took my clothes into the dressing room and began trying them on. The jeans with the Uggs weren't too bad. I had the jeans covering the Uggs and the jeans tucked into the Uggs (Definitely leave the jeans outside the boots). Then I tried on the ever so popular Uggs and a mini skirt. *Major Sigh* Not only did I look extra stupid in this outfit I felt like a huge tool. Below you will see some pictures of "tools" wearing uggs.
Looking back on my Ugg experience I am even more of an Anti-Ugg person. But, my question is who is to blame for this Ugg explosion? And after a little research I found that it is Oprah's fault. Please don't take this in the wrong context. Oprah is an amazing woman and she has helped thousands of people through her charities, but I'm very upset with her for her love of Uggs. In 2000, (according to www.uggaustralia.com) Oprah was given a pair of Ugg Classics (shown above, in pink EWWW) and loved them so much that she purchase 350 pairs (one for each person on her staff). Then three years later she decided to put them on her "Oprah's Favorite Things" list in November and they became the must have item that Christmas. Enough background information. Now Oprah...WHY?!? This terrible fashion trend is all your fault and I will stick to my guns on this. Lets take a look at some of the other fashions trends that would have been a much better idea to support. Parachute pants, cause lets face it M.C. Hammer just doesn't seem to have the pull in the fashion world like he used to. Platform shoes...I know that the Spice Girls are still rocking the girl power on their reunion tour, but you could be the one that really brings those shoes back. And last but definitely not least: Tube tops. Enough said. So Oprah, please pick one of them and let me know what you think. It's okay if you don't want to support any of them and stick with your Uggs, I wont be upset. But if that's the case have your people call my people and I'll take an Ugg boot and shove it up your ass.
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