Remember when the world was supposed to end?
I was afraid to listen to this song that day. (Sorry, Brit.)
How did you spend your (what you thought to be) last day on earth?
Wanna know what I did?
Stalked Arnold's lover's house.
And no I am NOT kidding.
I figured, her pic was worth 100k...and she had already done enough bad, so why not help out a poor, college student by saying "cheese?"
We never saw her.
But her place was nice.
I dunno if you ever experienced that feeling of, "I really hope the world doesn't end, because I still wanna (insert experience here.)"
I remember for my 10th birthday, I specifically prayed that the rapture wouldn't happen so I could have my fashion show party.
Yeah.
FASHION SHOW.
Now that I get older, I find myself experiencing things that make me think, "Hmm...wouldn't really mind if the world ended so I could get out of (insert misery here.)"
I think I prayed that before my journalism final...c'mon Harold Camping, work with me!
Well TODAY was one of those days that I thought, "Ya know, I wouldn't mind being in heaven or ANYWHERE else but here."
It was just the worst day ever.
It started when I hurt someone's feelings by something I said.
My tongue can be sharp and today I had to swallow it.
I felt awful.
I wish I could take everything back, but I couldn't.
To top it all off, as I was walking to my car, hysterically sobbing, (like Scotty when he won American Idol), I realized that I never got my parking validated.
I didn't want to walk all the way back to remedy this situation, so I figured I would just pay it...
When I pulled up to the booth, the nice lady who is usually there was absent and in her place, was a gruff, older gentleman with years of hate etched onto his face.
I handed him the ticket.
"$9.00."
I handed him my debit card.
"We don't take this."
I tried to explain that I normally get it validated and all I have is a $5 bill.
He said there was NOTHING he could do for me and that I had to throw it in reverse, park and go get it validated or forever be trapped in the parking garage.
So that's what I did.
With my puffy eyes.
And snot running down my face.
Oh, but I forgot to mention that when I hastily parked my car, I didn't realize it was reserved, along with the thousand of empty spots by it.
The gentleman so kindly tapped on my window to let me know that I'd have to move.
Again, while I was sobbing hysterically.
It finally got worked out.
I was able to leave eventually.
But in my fit of hysteria and temporary blindness, I got on the wrong freeway...
Needless to say, I wouldn't mind if today never happened.
Or if I could take it all back...and at least get my parking validated.
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Date With The Night.
I can tell you right now, that I am NOT a good girlfriend.
I've only been in one real relationship and it's also the one I'm currently in.
I mean I think I'm pretty awesome, but I also know I can be pretty neurotic/stubborn/selfish and I feel those tend to be red flags in the mind's of potential mates.
But somehow Drew has stuck around.
Poor soul.
He's a cool dude though and he likes the best music.
My iPod would take a severe blow if we were to ever break up.
Though my boyfriend and I have so much in common, our personalities are complete opposites.
He's more reserved and sensitive.
I'm loud and more obnoxious.
We complement one another though.
Honestly, I dunno who else would be able to handle my neurotic behavior. (Like, "Hey, let's talk in British accents for the rest of the day. Also, I'd like to be referred to as Marjorie Stewart Baxter, Duchess of York." Not only does he go along with it, but he doesn't even question it anymore! Jackpot!)
But here's a quick example of when our personalities don't quite mesh.
The other day we texted each other AT THE EXACT SAME TIME.
I said: "sup *edited, to not offend anyone* (but I promise it was a term of endearment)"
He said: something, sweet, beautiful and very nice.
I said: "Woah! We just texted each other at the same time."
He said: "Yeah that was crazy! However, that word is on the 'please do not call me that' list."
What can I say?
It's love.
He's pretty funny too.
He has a blog.
He never writes on it.
But when he does....it's golden.
So I leave you with this, enjoy. (It's not really a guest post, just thought it was hilarious.)
Courtesy of Andrew James. (Ever so slightly edited by yours truly.)
"Hey, what's up?"...."Good, you?"
Hello everybody, world. I did not write over break, but I think it's time I started back up again. At least until I get bored.
Anyways, today was weird. It started off weird and pretty much stayed that way all day.
When I woke up, I went into the bathroom to take a shower, but the little shower was being used, and it's almost never being used at 9:45 in the morning, Monday through Friday.
Normally, I would have waited until it opened up, but I just didn't have enough time today, so I was forced to take a shower in the ridiculously huge handicap stall. I thought it wouldn't be too bad, but I forgot how terrible it is in there. You feel so open and awkward. It definitely does not have the comfort and security that the small stall offers.
Plus, every part of your body that is not under the direct stream of water is significantly colder in the big stall. The little one kind of acts like a steam room and gets all warm and comfy even when you step out of the flow of water. It felt like the water pressure was less strong too, but that is going to require some further investigation some other time.
So since then, I've just been in this weird funk all day.
I'm walking through campus all aware of myself and every movement I make.
Am I the only one that that happens to?
Like, you look at the way you are walking and then since you are thinking about that you feel like you start walking all awkward. Then you feel like you are doing weird things with your head, like looking sideways or something.
I don't know, it's ridiculous, and for some reason I was there today. On top of that, I had an above average number of awkward encounters with people.
You know, the kind where you see someone you kind of know walking the opposite direction of you and you don't know what to do so you say something like, "Hey how's it goin?" Then that starts a little small talk conversation but for some reason you walk right by each other while you are still talking and by the end you are yelling at them from far away, "Have a good day!" It's the worst.
Or you say hi to someone walking towards you and they say hi back and you hold eye contact with them and smile for too long a time because neither person is sure if the conversation is over or not. Then you feel like a jerk for not saying anything else. Terrible.
And I noticed that my skin smells like chlorine, which is strange. The worst thing of all about today is that I had two extremely obnoxious songs stuck in my head; All Star by Smash Mouth and Hey There Delilah by that one band. Anyway, it's only 9:30 so there is still time left for my day to maybe end on a better note? Hopefully. Goodbye everybody, world.
I've only been in one real relationship and it's also the one I'm currently in.
I mean I think I'm pretty awesome, but I also know I can be pretty neurotic/stubborn/selfish and I feel those tend to be red flags in the mind's of potential mates.
But somehow Drew has stuck around.
Poor soul.
He's a cool dude though and he likes the best music.
My iPod would take a severe blow if we were to ever break up.
Though my boyfriend and I have so much in common, our personalities are complete opposites.
He's more reserved and sensitive.
I'm loud and more obnoxious.
We complement one another though.
Honestly, I dunno who else would be able to handle my neurotic behavior. (Like, "Hey, let's talk in British accents for the rest of the day. Also, I'd like to be referred to as Marjorie Stewart Baxter, Duchess of York." Not only does he go along with it, but he doesn't even question it anymore! Jackpot!)
But here's a quick example of when our personalities don't quite mesh.
The other day we texted each other AT THE EXACT SAME TIME.
I said: "sup *edited, to not offend anyone* (but I promise it was a term of endearment)"
He said: something, sweet, beautiful and very nice.
I said: "Woah! We just texted each other at the same time."
He said: "Yeah that was crazy! However, that word is on the 'please do not call me that' list."
What can I say?
It's love.
He's pretty funny too.
He has a blog.
He never writes on it.
But when he does....it's golden.
So I leave you with this, enjoy. (It's not really a guest post, just thought it was hilarious.)
Courtesy of Andrew James. (Ever so slightly edited by yours truly.)
"Hey, what's up?"...."Good, you?"
Hello everybody, world. I did not write over break, but I think it's time I started back up again. At least until I get bored.
Anyways, today was weird. It started off weird and pretty much stayed that way all day.
When I woke up, I went into the bathroom to take a shower, but the little shower was being used, and it's almost never being used at 9:45 in the morning, Monday through Friday.
Normally, I would have waited until it opened up, but I just didn't have enough time today, so I was forced to take a shower in the ridiculously huge handicap stall. I thought it wouldn't be too bad, but I forgot how terrible it is in there. You feel so open and awkward. It definitely does not have the comfort and security that the small stall offers.
Plus, every part of your body that is not under the direct stream of water is significantly colder in the big stall. The little one kind of acts like a steam room and gets all warm and comfy even when you step out of the flow of water. It felt like the water pressure was less strong too, but that is going to require some further investigation some other time.
So since then, I've just been in this weird funk all day.
I'm walking through campus all aware of myself and every movement I make.
Am I the only one that that happens to?
Like, you look at the way you are walking and then since you are thinking about that you feel like you start walking all awkward. Then you feel like you are doing weird things with your head, like looking sideways or something.
I don't know, it's ridiculous, and for some reason I was there today. On top of that, I had an above average number of awkward encounters with people.
You know, the kind where you see someone you kind of know walking the opposite direction of you and you don't know what to do so you say something like, "Hey how's it goin?" Then that starts a little small talk conversation but for some reason you walk right by each other while you are still talking and by the end you are yelling at them from far away, "Have a good day!" It's the worst.
Or you say hi to someone walking towards you and they say hi back and you hold eye contact with them and smile for too long a time because neither person is sure if the conversation is over or not. Then you feel like a jerk for not saying anything else. Terrible.
And I noticed that my skin smells like chlorine, which is strange. The worst thing of all about today is that I had two extremely obnoxious songs stuck in my head; All Star by Smash Mouth and Hey There Delilah by that one band. Anyway, it's only 9:30 so there is still time left for my day to maybe end on a better note? Hopefully. Goodbye everybody, world.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Buildings & Mountains.
I hate getting my car washed.
Perhaps, it's from the negative associations of my childhood when my mother would trick me into going to the car wash with her...only to wait around FOREVER in those awkward lobbies, with no snacks and NO fun.
I imagine hell to be a giant car wash.
Whenever my mom pulls a towel from the laundry room, our dog goes running because he KNOWS the he's getting a bath.
My reaction is similar when having to go the car wash.
Needless to say, once I started driving my own car, it would often go many weeks, even months, without being washed, because of this deep loathing.
The invention of the "cruz-thru" car wash, did little to comfort these feelings.
(Though I'll admit that I once had a magical moment while sitting in my car, as it was being pushed along by those little roller-skate wheels in the cruz-thru, listening to "We Won't Need Legs To Stand," by Sufjan Stevens. Pure magic. Try it.)
One of the major downfalls of those $5 cruz-thru washes, is that awkward interaction with the people who wipe down your windshield before you enter that scary tunnel thing from Willy Wonka. ("There's no knowing where we're going...or which direction the river's flowing...is it raining, is it snowing?")
I mean...you can see them, so clearly they can see you.
Do you smile?
Wave?
Say thank you?
I don't wanna just ignore them.
I don't want THEM to think that I think I'm better than them, just because they're the ones scrubbing the poop off my car, in the 100˚heat, (I'm pretty impressed with my ˚sign...) while I'm sitting in my air-conditioned scion, listening to my indie-pop alternative jams.
I usually just awkwardly look down at my phone, pretending I had just received an urgent text, that needed attending to RIGHT THAT MINUTE, which we all know is a lie...
Maybe next time I'll just make a sign that says, "Thanks. See you in 6 months."
Perhaps, it's from the negative associations of my childhood when my mother would trick me into going to the car wash with her...only to wait around FOREVER in those awkward lobbies, with no snacks and NO fun.
I imagine hell to be a giant car wash.
Whenever my mom pulls a towel from the laundry room, our dog goes running because he KNOWS the he's getting a bath.
My reaction is similar when having to go the car wash.
Needless to say, once I started driving my own car, it would often go many weeks, even months, without being washed, because of this deep loathing.
The invention of the "cruz-thru" car wash, did little to comfort these feelings.
(Though I'll admit that I once had a magical moment while sitting in my car, as it was being pushed along by those little roller-skate wheels in the cruz-thru, listening to "We Won't Need Legs To Stand," by Sufjan Stevens. Pure magic. Try it.)
One of the major downfalls of those $5 cruz-thru washes, is that awkward interaction with the people who wipe down your windshield before you enter that scary tunnel thing from Willy Wonka. ("There's no knowing where we're going...or which direction the river's flowing...is it raining, is it snowing?")
I mean...you can see them, so clearly they can see you.
Do you smile?
Wave?
Say thank you?
I don't wanna just ignore them.
I don't want THEM to think that I think I'm better than them, just because they're the ones scrubbing the poop off my car, in the 100˚heat, (I'm pretty impressed with my ˚sign...) while I'm sitting in my air-conditioned scion, listening to my indie-pop alternative jams.
I usually just awkwardly look down at my phone, pretending I had just received an urgent text, that needed attending to RIGHT THAT MINUTE, which we all know is a lie...
Maybe next time I'll just make a sign that says, "Thanks. See you in 6 months."
Sunday, May 8, 2011
My Brush With Fame...and the Floor
So I went against my beliefs and got a #twitter.
I'll admit, even though I didn't get it at first and thought it was for @n00bs, I'm totally into it now.
Yeah.
I'm one of THOSE people.
Feel free to follow me: WOO
Anyway, this is why twitter rocks...you can follow funny celebs and be their best friends.
Not so much the latter, but twitter kinda puts everyone into the same cyber pot, so to speak.
So one of my first tweets was about Nakia from The Voice.
I'm totally addicted to that show. AKA: I get a little teary-eyed every time someone gets picked.
It's just THAT beautiful.
I dunno what's wrong with me.
Well, Nakia seriously looks like crazy Joaquin Phoenix.
Beard.
Glasses.
The works.
I verbalized these feelings via twitter, and freakin' NAKIA RESPONDED!
Yeah.
I think he probably responds to everyone.
And it's kinda weird that he found it, because I didn't tag him...but it pretty much made my day.
And now that I'm done with school for the summer, I gotta get serious about a summer job and finding internships and getting ahead, before I go to Italy.
I applied to this internship with Tiger Beat magazine, kinda as a joke.
I never thought they'd respond, but I figured I'd give it a shot.
They emailed me the next day to come in for an interview!
The interview went great and I'm pretty much in love with both of the editors.
They're these little tiny Asian girls, who dress really cute and make me look like a big gallute.
I dunno if I can take the job, but I would get to blog about Biebs and all that crap.
It'd be unpaid, but it's worth the networking. And I still have no real direction about what I want to "be when I grow up."
I figured working for a magazine like Tiger Beat & blogging is right up my alley.
(THEY EVEN SAID THEY LIKED MY BLOG! :D
Probably the best compliment I have ever received.)
After my interview with Tiger Beat, my friends and I decided to go to the Americana in Glendale because it was just right down the street.
It's beautiful!
Pretty outdoor restaurants and all that.
While we were walking around, we noticed some tv people holding those weird sun shade things and big cameras.
Curious (and hoping we'd walk behind a shot or something), we walked over by them to see what was going on.
That's when a lady asked us if we watched The Bachelor.
(Probably a bigger guilty pleasure than my new love for Twitter.)
We got all excited at the prospect of being interviewed on TV that we squeaked, "YES! @#$% WE LOVE THE BACHELOR!!!"
So some freakin' gorgeous, ultra-skinny, Australian girl from Extra (who I'm pretty sure is hated by her co-workers and one may or may not have even called her the B-word under her breath...) interviewed us about the new bachelorette, who we actually hated but pretended like we thought she was the bee's knees (because we wanted to be on TV), and it aired that night!
Kinda awkward, because I was so nervous, that I said she was precious and dumb crap.
But oh well!!
TV, PEOPLE, TV!!!!!
Needless to say, it was a great last couple of days.
I'm pretty much famous now.
And just when my head was getting so big, it was bouncing off the ceiling like a forgotten balloon, reality quickly deflated it.
I was moving the stuff out of my apartment and had to go turn in the key.
I was in a rush so after I dropped it off, I started running back to my parent's car.
The drop-off place was in this older dorm, and I had just woken up, so I wasn't really in the right state of mind and didn't really get ready, so
A. I looked gross and
B. I was wearing the slippers my mom bought me for Christmas.
As I was running through the dorm, the carpet quickly changed to tile and my slippers went flying as the rest of me hit the ground...hard.
The only person to witness this was an awkward dad who just laughed at my pain.
(Thanks a heap, sir.)
I came out virtually unscathed, minus my red knee that was burned from sliding on the carpet.
So now I have legs like a 10-year-old boy, just in time for my cousin's wedding, my mother kindly pointed out.
Maybe, I should tweet about it.
I'll admit, even though I didn't get it at first and thought it was for @n00bs, I'm totally into it now.
Yeah.
I'm one of THOSE people.
Feel free to follow me: WOO
Anyway, this is why twitter rocks...you can follow funny celebs and be their best friends.
Not so much the latter, but twitter kinda puts everyone into the same cyber pot, so to speak.
So one of my first tweets was about Nakia from The Voice.
I'm totally addicted to that show. AKA: I get a little teary-eyed every time someone gets picked.
It's just THAT beautiful.
I dunno what's wrong with me.
Well, Nakia seriously looks like crazy Joaquin Phoenix.
Beard.
Glasses.
The works.
I verbalized these feelings via twitter, and freakin' NAKIA RESPONDED!
Yeah.
I think he probably responds to everyone.
And it's kinda weird that he found it, because I didn't tag him...but it pretty much made my day.
And now that I'm done with school for the summer, I gotta get serious about a summer job and finding internships and getting ahead, before I go to Italy.
I applied to this internship with Tiger Beat magazine, kinda as a joke.
I never thought they'd respond, but I figured I'd give it a shot.
They emailed me the next day to come in for an interview!
The interview went great and I'm pretty much in love with both of the editors.
They're these little tiny Asian girls, who dress really cute and make me look like a big gallute.
I dunno if I can take the job, but I would get to blog about Biebs and all that crap.
It'd be unpaid, but it's worth the networking. And I still have no real direction about what I want to "be when I grow up."
I figured working for a magazine like Tiger Beat & blogging is right up my alley.
(THEY EVEN SAID THEY LIKED MY BLOG! :D
Probably the best compliment I have ever received.)
After my interview with Tiger Beat, my friends and I decided to go to the Americana in Glendale because it was just right down the street.
It's beautiful!
Pretty outdoor restaurants and all that.
While we were walking around, we noticed some tv people holding those weird sun shade things and big cameras.
Curious (and hoping we'd walk behind a shot or something), we walked over by them to see what was going on.
That's when a lady asked us if we watched The Bachelor.
(Probably a bigger guilty pleasure than my new love for Twitter.)
We got all excited at the prospect of being interviewed on TV that we squeaked, "YES! @#$% WE LOVE THE BACHELOR!!!"
So some freakin' gorgeous, ultra-skinny, Australian girl from Extra (who I'm pretty sure is hated by her co-workers and one may or may not have even called her the B-word under her breath...) interviewed us about the new bachelorette, who we actually hated but pretended like we thought she was the bee's knees (because we wanted to be on TV), and it aired that night!
Kinda awkward, because I was so nervous, that I said she was precious and dumb crap.
But oh well!!
TV, PEOPLE, TV!!!!!
Needless to say, it was a great last couple of days.
I'm pretty much famous now.
And just when my head was getting so big, it was bouncing off the ceiling like a forgotten balloon, reality quickly deflated it.
I was moving the stuff out of my apartment and had to go turn in the key.
I was in a rush so after I dropped it off, I started running back to my parent's car.
The drop-off place was in this older dorm, and I had just woken up, so I wasn't really in the right state of mind and didn't really get ready, so
A. I looked gross and
B. I was wearing the slippers my mom bought me for Christmas.
As I was running through the dorm, the carpet quickly changed to tile and my slippers went flying as the rest of me hit the ground...hard.
The only person to witness this was an awkward dad who just laughed at my pain.
(Thanks a heap, sir.)
I came out virtually unscathed, minus my red knee that was burned from sliding on the carpet.
So now I have legs like a 10-year-old boy, just in time for my cousin's wedding, my mother kindly pointed out.
Maybe, I should tweet about it.
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