con:
I am unable to drink coffee fast because I am a temperature wimp and it is too hot.
pro:
I only have to leave it in my igloo, oops, I mean BEDROOM, for about 44 seconds and it's far below room temperature.
Friday, November 20, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
consistent!
More reliable than my school reading never getting done, than me getting the new John Mayer album, even more reliable than Macaroni Grill's bread being mind-blowingly delicious, are my tears EVERY SINGLE TIME I see this commercial.
Food Network from October to January is like a whisper of love from the Lord into my soul.
Food Network from October to January is like a whisper of love from the Lord into my soul.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
half of my heart's got a real good imagination, half of my heart's got you
There is a part of me that really, TRULY, wants to stop loving John Mayer so much. I mean, duo with Taylor Swift on his new album? Dating Jessica Simpson? writing political propaganda music?
But, me oh my, what a delicious treat.
Therefore, my hands are tied.
See you at Target on Tuesday, John.
But, me oh my, what a delicious treat.
Therefore, my hands are tied.
See you at Target on Tuesday, John.
Monday, November 9, 2009
directionless
WHERE IS MY LIFE EVEN GOING.
Why is it that we go to elementary school, which is followed by middle and high school, which we learn is followed by college, and then... ?! WHAT?! WHAT IS NEXT?! the question that is slowly sucking the soul from my body.
Some people evade this question by choosing [real] majors. My oldest sister was an education major, so naturally she became a teacher. My middle sister majored in biology to become a nurse. ever the rebellious one, I chose family studies which is just as vague as it sounds. don't get me wrong, I wholeheartedly believe in what I am studying. helping people, building relationships with them, giving them resources, being poor with them, etc. but it turns out that the very thing that drew me to my major-- the endless possibility of career paths-- is now what I am DROWNING IN.
WHY DID I DO THIS?! I clearly did not realize that four years later, the days until I graduate and am thrown off the gravy train would dwindle away faster than I could find gainful employment. I realize this is a common college-senior feeling but I'M NOT READY! I'm not ready to stop looking for jobs and start looking for a CAREER. to have to PAY BILLS. and to NOT BE A STUDENT ANYMORE.
and so, as I sit in my car awaiting my phone interview, I not-so-slowly realize, GROWING UP IS TERRIFYING, and there's nothing I can do about it but jump in.
Why is it that we go to elementary school, which is followed by middle and high school, which we learn is followed by college, and then... ?! WHAT?! WHAT IS NEXT?! the question that is slowly sucking the soul from my body.
Some people evade this question by choosing [real] majors. My oldest sister was an education major, so naturally she became a teacher. My middle sister majored in biology to become a nurse. ever the rebellious one, I chose family studies which is just as vague as it sounds. don't get me wrong, I wholeheartedly believe in what I am studying. helping people, building relationships with them, giving them resources, being poor with them, etc. but it turns out that the very thing that drew me to my major-- the endless possibility of career paths-- is now what I am DROWNING IN.
WHY DID I DO THIS?! I clearly did not realize that four years later, the days until I graduate and am thrown off the gravy train would dwindle away faster than I could find gainful employment. I realize this is a common college-senior feeling but I'M NOT READY! I'm not ready to stop looking for jobs and start looking for a CAREER. to have to PAY BILLS. and to NOT BE A STUDENT ANYMORE.
and so, as I sit in my car awaiting my phone interview, I not-so-slowly realize, GROWING UP IS TERRIFYING, and there's nothing I can do about it but jump in.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
public service announcement
If I don't say hi to you on campus, it is only like a 3% chance that I was trying to dis you in front of a mass of people. The other 97% accounts for you being more than 6 inches from my constantly-forgetting-how-bad-my-vision-is eyes.
And if I had road rage at you yesterday... when I blatantly knew who you were... and then felt SUPER guilty, I'm going to go ahead and blame that on the glasses too.
Cool?
Cool.
And if I had road rage at you yesterday... when I blatantly knew who you were... and then felt SUPER guilty, I'm going to go ahead and blame that on the glasses too.
Cool?
Cool.
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