I used to really hate Ted. That's why I named him Ted. But now I quite like him. I would even not mind spending more time with him. Not like I want to chill. Just that he is seriously funny and generally enjoyable to be around. The perfect amount of self-deprecating without taking himself too seriously.
I think that this is very positive. It shows that I am not overly judgmental. And its like a cute little surprise. Taking a sip of water only to find out that it is a mimosa. Hot dog! It makes it even better than a mimosa that you thought was a mimosa.
Huskies=#1 in Pac-10 for 2009. Yes, they could have to share that spot. But I doubt it. Because UCLA will lose one of their upcoming games. And we will NOT allow Wazzu to win the basketball Apple Cup.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Cortisol Days
I am so angsty these days. I mean my general level of angst is higher than your average 21 year-old, but I am even more on edge these days.
Things that keep me up at night:
1. Giving my two weeks notice tomorrow at work. Doesn't have to be awkward, but I will make it awkward just because that's the way I am. Plus my boss will unintentionally make me feel guilty/slighted/embarrassed. No comments from the Ms Roosevelt camp, please.
2. Visiting law schools on my own. I don't do well when I am completely on my own in foreign cities. I have a feeling it will be a terrifying and awkward (of course) experience. People don't seem to like me in Baltimore all that much so how am I supposed to fair where nobody knows me and I am even more scared/shy.
3. Financing law school. Even just applying for financial aid gives me chest pain.
4. Choosing a law school. Butterflies here, not pain.
5. Stupid lab corp is after me for money and the insurance already paid them but lab corp my name spelled wrong on the forms so it won't go through. Sketchy agency. Plus, they have sent the bill to collections which will screw with my credit report which will screw with me getting student loans. Unless of course it doesn't show up on my credit report on account of them using a completely butchered version of my name.
6. Husky games that go into overtime because of silly mistakes. I forgive you Justin Dentman. You are still my favorite. Behind B-Roy and Tre and Nate and Bobby Jones. Yes, in that order.
Things that keep me up at night:
1. Giving my two weeks notice tomorrow at work. Doesn't have to be awkward, but I will make it awkward just because that's the way I am. Plus my boss will unintentionally make me feel guilty/slighted/embarrassed. No comments from the Ms Roosevelt camp, please.
2. Visiting law schools on my own. I don't do well when I am completely on my own in foreign cities. I have a feeling it will be a terrifying and awkward (of course) experience. People don't seem to like me in Baltimore all that much so how am I supposed to fair where nobody knows me and I am even more scared/shy.
3. Financing law school. Even just applying for financial aid gives me chest pain.
4. Choosing a law school. Butterflies here, not pain.
5. Stupid lab corp is after me for money and the insurance already paid them but lab corp my name spelled wrong on the forms so it won't go through. Sketchy agency. Plus, they have sent the bill to collections which will screw with my credit report which will screw with me getting student loans. Unless of course it doesn't show up on my credit report on account of them using a completely butchered version of my name.
6. Husky games that go into overtime because of silly mistakes. I forgive you Justin Dentman. You are still my favorite. Behind B-Roy and Tre and Nate and Bobby Jones. Yes, in that order.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Tissues falling and gum on my skirt.
Academy Awards tonight. Yay for Slumdog.
Olive's family used to have a party the night of the Oscars. And Olive and I and any other of our friends that were there used to dress up in her mother's old prom dresses. Huge bows, bright satin and out of control puff. And we used to fill out our ballots very faithfully, all vying for the Starbucks coffee card or whatever else was the prize for most accurate award predictions.
Tonight my sister had her friends over to our house. They dressed up in fancy dresses and we printed out ballots for them to vote.
I feel like my time has passed. Now I just sit back and watch other people and remember when. I should be too young to feel this over.
And then I chose to read a flighty bedtime book to distract and comfort me before sleep. It promised to be about a cheating fiancee, fashion magazine editing and finding love in New York. But now, halfway through, the story has become focused on the heroine's best friend being suddenly diagnosed with AIDS, and her watching him die from afar. Absolutely perfect.
I feel very very alone.
Olive's family used to have a party the night of the Oscars. And Olive and I and any other of our friends that were there used to dress up in her mother's old prom dresses. Huge bows, bright satin and out of control puff. And we used to fill out our ballots very faithfully, all vying for the Starbucks coffee card or whatever else was the prize for most accurate award predictions.
Tonight my sister had her friends over to our house. They dressed up in fancy dresses and we printed out ballots for them to vote.
I feel like my time has passed. Now I just sit back and watch other people and remember when. I should be too young to feel this over.
And then I chose to read a flighty bedtime book to distract and comfort me before sleep. It promised to be about a cheating fiancee, fashion magazine editing and finding love in New York. But now, halfway through, the story has become focused on the heroine's best friend being suddenly diagnosed with AIDS, and her watching him die from afar. Absolutely perfect.
I feel very very alone.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Road Trip Food Stops
Panera
My mother accosts a cashier: "So you decided to trademark Peppadew?! How can you trademark Peppadew? It's a vegetable, it should belong to everyone."
Turns out that Peppadews are not normal vegetables (hence the capitalization). They are sweet piquante peppers only grown in the Limpopo province of South Africa and trademarked by Peppadew International. So in order for Panera to advertise their use of Peppadew flavors they are required to include the trademark sign. Who knew.
Starbucks
Never trust out of the way Starbucks. I always find that my drinks come out tasting a little burnt there. Plus they did not give me whipped cream like I asked for (hello, just because I wanted nonfat does not mean that I don't want whipped cream) and instead gave me an excess of foam. I hate foam. It makes me want to throw up. That is how I know that I would not enjoy going to the restaurant that belongs to the current "Best Chef in the World" because his specialty is flavored foam. Gag me.
Cracker Barrel
They should have one of these in every town in our fine nation. Apart from the regrettable lack of natural light (they cover all the windows...???), I had THE PERFECT breakfast. Where else can you get bacon, ham, sausage, biscuits, gravy, eggs, hash brown and sauteed apples all for less than eight dollars? Nowhere, that's where. And they also gave me grits too, but I don't do grits.
Subway
Lots of pickles means minimum 20, not 10. Get a clue.
Olive Garden
We are doing that tonight. Birthday girl's choice. I am soooo looking forward to the salad. If I could only pick 15 things to eat for the rest of my life one of them would be Olive Garden salads. The only thing I am not looking forward too about Olive Garden tonight is the hour wait that we will inevitably have to endure because nobody in my uncle and aunt's household can make it out the door before 7:30 at night. Plus this time together will give my parents more time to question me on my life plan. Every time they start a conversation with me these days its "in ten years you should be moving on to your second career, what career will that be?" or "you need to pick what area of law you want to go into and what coast you see yourself living on in the long run." Aaaagh, I just want to be left alone and read John Grisham.
My mother has just fallen asleep at the foot of the twin bed I am currently in. Hmm.
"Cory's eyes are like a jungle,
He smiles its like the radio,"
-T-Swi, Stay Beautiful
My mother accosts a cashier: "So you decided to trademark Peppadew?! How can you trademark Peppadew? It's a vegetable, it should belong to everyone."
Turns out that Peppadews are not normal vegetables (hence the capitalization). They are sweet piquante peppers only grown in the Limpopo province of South Africa and trademarked by Peppadew International. So in order for Panera to advertise their use of Peppadew flavors they are required to include the trademark sign. Who knew.
Starbucks
Never trust out of the way Starbucks. I always find that my drinks come out tasting a little burnt there. Plus they did not give me whipped cream like I asked for (hello, just because I wanted nonfat does not mean that I don't want whipped cream) and instead gave me an excess of foam. I hate foam. It makes me want to throw up. That is how I know that I would not enjoy going to the restaurant that belongs to the current "Best Chef in the World" because his specialty is flavored foam. Gag me.
Cracker Barrel
They should have one of these in every town in our fine nation. Apart from the regrettable lack of natural light (they cover all the windows...???), I had THE PERFECT breakfast. Where else can you get bacon, ham, sausage, biscuits, gravy, eggs, hash brown and sauteed apples all for less than eight dollars? Nowhere, that's where. And they also gave me grits too, but I don't do grits.
Subway
Lots of pickles means minimum 20, not 10. Get a clue.
Olive Garden
We are doing that tonight. Birthday girl's choice. I am soooo looking forward to the salad. If I could only pick 15 things to eat for the rest of my life one of them would be Olive Garden salads. The only thing I am not looking forward too about Olive Garden tonight is the hour wait that we will inevitably have to endure because nobody in my uncle and aunt's household can make it out the door before 7:30 at night. Plus this time together will give my parents more time to question me on my life plan. Every time they start a conversation with me these days its "in ten years you should be moving on to your second career, what career will that be?" or "you need to pick what area of law you want to go into and what coast you see yourself living on in the long run." Aaaagh, I just want to be left alone and read John Grisham.
My mother has just fallen asleep at the foot of the twin bed I am currently in. Hmm.
"Cory's eyes are like a jungle,
He smiles its like the radio,"
-T-Swi, Stay Beautiful
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Class is...
Not using your last possession of the game to dunk on the opposing team that you are already beating by 9 points.
Not insinuating that the opposing team is "dirty".
Referees who actually call fouls especially when they are egregious and game-changing.
Student sections with witty cheers and not "Gary Coleman" taunts that were scammed off the Oregon student section's abuse of Nate Robinson almost three years ago. Seriously. Get some newer, classier material.
Bands that don't wear Hawaiian shirts for their uniforms.
Not UCLA.
Not insinuating that the opposing team is "dirty".
Referees who actually call fouls especially when they are egregious and game-changing.
Student sections with witty cheers and not "Gary Coleman" taunts that were scammed off the Oregon student section's abuse of Nate Robinson almost three years ago. Seriously. Get some newer, classier material.
Bands that don't wear Hawaiian shirts for their uniforms.
Not UCLA.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
I take it back.
So. I didn't mean to go off about Josh specifically.
I meant that I just like to say "I feel" and I don't want to be bugged about it.
Either he read my last two posts and is angry at me, or he is just mean and angry in general because I just woke up to a "let's have no more contact...leave me alone!" facebook message.
There are no words.
I meant that I just like to say "I feel" and I don't want to be bugged about it.
Either he read my last two posts and is angry at me, or he is just mean and angry in general because I just woke up to a "let's have no more contact...leave me alone!" facebook message.
There are no words.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
And one more thing...
Josh always said that I say "I feel" too much. We even had an intense fight about it once. That was the same fight where he told me that I shouldn't talk about politics in his country since I didn't grow up there.
I understand that there is something to be said for not prefacing opinion statements with "I feel" just to make them more palatable. I am often guilty of that. But I also preface a lot of what I say with "I feel" because *gasp* I actually feel a lot of things. I think a lot of things too, but when you have stumbled onto a conclusion by instinct instead of a logical thought process or when you say something because of an emotional urge rather than mental stimulation that's called feeling. Webster's that shit.
And if that's just too much to handle, then I'm too much to handle, and you should date a freaking computer. Additional bonus: computers don't talk politics.
"I suffer from rage black-outs."
-Summer, The O.C.
I understand that there is something to be said for not prefacing opinion statements with "I feel" just to make them more palatable. I am often guilty of that. But I also preface a lot of what I say with "I feel" because *gasp* I actually feel a lot of things. I think a lot of things too, but when you have stumbled onto a conclusion by instinct instead of a logical thought process or when you say something because of an emotional urge rather than mental stimulation that's called feeling. Webster's that shit.
And if that's just too much to handle, then I'm too much to handle, and you should date a freaking computer. Additional bonus: computers don't talk politics.
"I suffer from rage black-outs."
-Summer, The O.C.
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