Saturday, January 30, 2010
Caleb did an interview with LA Times. Eh. I was going to post some excerpts, but I just don't feel like it. The one in SPIN was better- Google it.
Use Somebody got 4 Grammy noms. I'll watch the show tomorrow night, until I go to bed, then I'll DVR the rest. Suuuuuuuuuper looking forward to seeing their ensembles and who J-Rad brings as a date.
I'm not crazy-wild about Caleb's hair. But it wouldn't be the first time.
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Use Somebody got 4 Grammy noms. I'll watch the show tomorrow night, until I go to bed, then I'll DVR the rest. Suuuuuuuuuper looking forward to seeing their ensembles and who J-Rad brings as a date.
I'm not crazy-wild about Caleb's hair. But it wouldn't be the first time.
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Fa-Lash Dance!
confession: I will still bop around my bathroom and vogue into my mirror while fixing my hair to this song.
Stuff I Bought, Bloomingdales Edition
Went to Lenox today, as planned. I'm neverrrr going on a rainy weekend again. Parking is a mess and I just get frustrated.
I bought this skirt from Bloomies:
I bought this skirt from Bloomies:
Which I think will transition well from winter to spring. Black tights, obvs until it gets warm, then a black cardigan and gold ballet flats with bare legs! I like it because its animal print without hitting you across the face with it.
I also bought a frilly floral dress by Free People but it's not on the website. Shame. Also purchased boring things like makeup and soap.
I didn't buy this dress, but I wanted to put it on here anyway. BCBG and it's so effing Parisian j'adorrrre it. I tried it on, but I couldn't make a snap decision on it. OH AND it's very sheer. I'm guessing H&M will have a version so I'm going to wait and maybe buy it later.
I'm fighting some type of constant allergy....my ears feel cottony and my head feels a little disconnected from the rest of my body. I've been self-medicating with Claritin and Mucinex-D, but when should I consult a doctor? Ugggh I need a mother here. Anyway, I would have stayed shopping longer, and spent A LOT more of my paycheck, but my head felt fuzzy and I couldn't think correctly.
Now I painted my nails, OPI Midnight in Moscow...is that what it's called? Well it's all goopy and not smooth. How do you keep nail polish from getting old like that? Especially in colors you don't use often. My mom used to keep her in the fridge. Does this work? I need Google.
AND I'm growing my hair out. For today that is my decision re: my hair.
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I also bought a frilly floral dress by Free People but it's not on the website. Shame. Also purchased boring things like makeup and soap.
I didn't buy this dress, but I wanted to put it on here anyway. BCBG and it's so effing Parisian j'adorrrre it. I tried it on, but I couldn't make a snap decision on it. OH AND it's very sheer. I'm guessing H&M will have a version so I'm going to wait and maybe buy it later.
Now I painted my nails, OPI Midnight in Moscow...is that what it's called? Well it's all goopy and not smooth. How do you keep nail polish from getting old like that? Especially in colors you don't use often. My mom used to keep her in the fridge. Does this work? I need Google.
AND I'm growing my hair out. For today that is my decision re: my hair.
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Friday, January 29, 2010
My fridge broke last night. So that's awesome. I smelled something funny and assumed it was the trash, so I took it out. Then I went to get ice from the freezer, and my ice was melted! And my milk was spoiled. Effing gross, you guys. I guess I didn't notice because I didn't eat at home all day Wednesday. I talked to my maintenance who said he would order a new one to be delivered from Lowe's, but I never got confirmation on that.
My tummy hurts.
I need to go to Lenox Square and get more makeup at Laura Mercier and soap from L'Occitane. And I feel like buying new clothes.
Going to bed early and sleeping in.
January went by so quickly, did it not?
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My tummy hurts.
I need to go to Lenox Square and get more makeup at Laura Mercier and soap from L'Occitane. And I feel like buying new clothes.
Going to bed early and sleeping in.
January went by so quickly, did it not?
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Wednesday afternoon I had lunch at FAB Atlanta....which is where Kim, NeNe and Sheree had their fight on the Real Housewives of Atlanta! I was so excited. But it was a "business lunch" so I couldn't go snooping around to see if anyone was there.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
There Are Not...
Enough hours in the day. In order to feel like a normal human being during waking hours, I need 8 hours of sleep at night. Especially since I deal with a lot of stress and stress-out people during the day, this is crucial (for any of you thinking I'm being a p*ssy about sleep requirements). I wake up at 7am. I need to be falling asleep at 11pm. It takes me a long time to unwind from my day, so I usually need to start that process at 10pm. Sometimes I'm not leaving work until 6:30/7pm. Add in working out properly and making dinner, and that's my night, every night right there. And I NEED to work out. I can eat "properly," but I've known my body for 23 years now, and if I'm not working out also, it's pudgy-time. Also it keeps me sane...when I don't work out I get really keyed up and fussy. Exercise helps with sleep issues too, you know.
My point is...I feel like I have no time! For anything! I went to a meeting for a volunteer group this evening after work, and didn't get home until 9pm. I HAD to get in a 20 minute run on the treadmill....because tomorrow I have a business lunch at a French bistro, and I'll be damned if I don't enjoy some excellent French cuisine on someone else's tab. How do adults do it? My dad exercises before work....but I cannot even fathom doing that. Well maybe I could. If I got up 30 minutes earlier and spent that time on the treadmill, then did yoga after work. I'll consider it. But I've even not been sleeping well lately. I've been having dreams (nightmares?) about work and missing deadlines and forgetting to get deliverables to the client. I constantly dream in neon green and black (one of my client's signature colors....that's a hint!!)
Update for all concerned....Boy With The Beard from Flip Flops called me yesterday and asked me to dinner. We're going to Harry & Sons in the Highlands tomorrow night. Should be interesting. My girl friends are WAY more excited about it than I am, I think. I'm worried it's going to be awkward, and that I'm perhaps mis-remembering how cute he may have really been. And he lives Outside The Perimeter (Marietta) which is just far to me. In any case, the meal will be good. Harry & Sons is Thai and Sushi.
Now I need to eat dinner, figure out what I'm going to wear tomorrow night (give me suggestions!) and have sweet dreams.
Just a little something my mom showed to me and I'm sharing with you all.
Hope everyone is having a fabulous week!!
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My point is...I feel like I have no time! For anything! I went to a meeting for a volunteer group this evening after work, and didn't get home until 9pm. I HAD to get in a 20 minute run on the treadmill....because tomorrow I have a business lunch at a French bistro, and I'll be damned if I don't enjoy some excellent French cuisine on someone else's tab. How do adults do it? My dad exercises before work....but I cannot even fathom doing that. Well maybe I could. If I got up 30 minutes earlier and spent that time on the treadmill, then did yoga after work. I'll consider it. But I've even not been sleeping well lately. I've been having dreams (nightmares?) about work and missing deadlines and forgetting to get deliverables to the client. I constantly dream in neon green and black (one of my client's signature colors....that's a hint!!)
Update for all concerned....Boy With The Beard from Flip Flops called me yesterday and asked me to dinner. We're going to Harry & Sons in the Highlands tomorrow night. Should be interesting. My girl friends are WAY more excited about it than I am, I think. I'm worried it's going to be awkward, and that I'm perhaps mis-remembering how cute he may have really been. And he lives Outside The Perimeter (Marietta) which is just far to me. In any case, the meal will be good. Harry & Sons is Thai and Sushi.
Now I need to eat dinner, figure out what I'm going to wear tomorrow night (give me suggestions!) and have sweet dreams.
Hope everyone is having a fabulous week!!
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Monday, January 25, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Shiksa Goddess
Last night I went out with my girlfriends and some new male friends. We pregamed at the apartment of one of the said male friends. All male friends were Jewish. Not that there's anything wrong with that...I love the Jews! (and the Gays).
Anyway. We're sitting around shooting the shit, playing a card game, and one guy is talking to me. Then he stops and stares at the crucifix around my neck. He points at it and says, "Oh. So that means we'll never be able to drink manischewitz wine together."
For real.
We went to Flip Flops, owned by Ace from the Real World Paris. Cohutta from Real World Sydney was bartending. Not really celebrities in my mind, but some people were losing their minds. It was totally fun....A little overwhelming at first because it was PACKED but upstairs was a DJ and people dancing like mad, so after a drink I was game. We're all dancing in a big group, boys and girls, and this guy I had seen earlier downstairs (w/ a BEARD) just came up and grabbed me from behind and started dancing with me.
I. HATE. THAT. It is so degrading. "Hey, let me hump you from behind like an animal in heat." So I had one of the other boys I came with save me, and he goes, "That guy was cute! I wish I could grow a beard like that whats wrong with you?" And I was like, "really?" So I went and caught up with Boy With The Beard and said, "I'm sorry about that, what's your name?" and introduced myself. His name is Blake. Then he extended his hand and ASKED if I would like to dance. Yes, thank you. We danced and it was fun. He got my number yadda yadda. He kept saying things like, "you're so much fun," and "you're a great dancer," THEN he goes, "even if I hated your personality, I wouldn't even care because you're so much fun," which I thought was an extremely awkward thing to say. But anyway....I leave with my friends and I see him by the door and he comes and talks to me, and says, "If I ever go dancing again it won't be the same because you won't be there." What? You just took my number idiot. Then he wanted me to kiss him and I go, "Oh no. Only boys who take me on dates get to kiss me." We all know that's a total lie, but it sounded good at the time. I told him to call me then I left.
And then.
He calls me this afternoon around 2pm. And I answer the phone, "Hello?" And he just says, "Hey whats up?!" So I'm like, "Is this Blake?" and he says,
YOU GUYS I remember him putting my first name in WITH my phone number....red flag #1. And he says he couldn't remember what he stored my number under and was going through process of elimination. So does that mean he had 4 other girls' phone numbers and was sitting around with his friends trying to determine who was who? Sketch Master. Red flag #2.
We're chatting for a few minutes...he was at Ra Sushi with some friends for $1 Saki. Chat Chat Chat, whatever whatever. Then we end the conversation, and as I'm hanging up, and SWEAR I heard SOMEONE say, "Well that was a mistake."
Ew. First of all I give him props for calling instead of the standard text message, but if he didn't want to talk to me, and this mistake was indeed referring to me, then why call? I didn't have his number, and it's doubtful I would ever see him again. So So So So random.
In other news I NEED to go shopping, do laundry and go to mass. None of which are happening today.
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Anyway. We're sitting around shooting the shit, playing a card game, and one guy is talking to me. Then he stops and stares at the crucifix around my neck. He points at it and says, "Oh. So that means we'll never be able to drink manischewitz wine together."
For real.
We went to Flip Flops, owned by Ace from the Real World Paris. Cohutta from Real World Sydney was bartending. Not really celebrities in my mind, but some people were losing their minds. It was totally fun....A little overwhelming at first because it was PACKED but upstairs was a DJ and people dancing like mad, so after a drink I was game. We're all dancing in a big group, boys and girls, and this guy I had seen earlier downstairs (w/ a BEARD) just came up and grabbed me from behind and started dancing with me.
I. HATE. THAT. It is so degrading. "Hey, let me hump you from behind like an animal in heat." So I had one of the other boys I came with save me, and he goes, "That guy was cute! I wish I could grow a beard like that whats wrong with you?" And I was like, "really?" So I went and caught up with Boy With The Beard and said, "I'm sorry about that, what's your name?" and introduced myself. His name is Blake. Then he extended his hand and ASKED if I would like to dance. Yes, thank you. We danced and it was fun. He got my number yadda yadda. He kept saying things like, "you're so much fun," and "you're a great dancer," THEN he goes, "even if I hated your personality, I wouldn't even care because you're so much fun," which I thought was an extremely awkward thing to say. But anyway....I leave with my friends and I see him by the door and he comes and talks to me, and says, "If I ever go dancing again it won't be the same because you won't be there." What? You just took my number idiot. Then he wanted me to kiss him and I go, "Oh no. Only boys who take me on dates get to kiss me." We all know that's a total lie, but it sounded good at the time. I told him to call me then I left.
And then.
He calls me this afternoon around 2pm. And I answer the phone, "Hello?" And he just says, "Hey whats up?!" So I'm like, "Is this Blake?" and he says,
"Yea, is this the girl I met at Flip Flops last night?"
"Yes..." and I told him my name.
"Yes..." and I told him my name.
YOU GUYS I remember him putting my first name in WITH my phone number....red flag #1. And he says he couldn't remember what he stored my number under and was going through process of elimination. So does that mean he had 4 other girls' phone numbers and was sitting around with his friends trying to determine who was who? Sketch Master. Red flag #2.
We're chatting for a few minutes...he was at Ra Sushi with some friends for $1 Saki. Chat Chat Chat, whatever whatever. Then we end the conversation, and as I'm hanging up, and SWEAR I heard SOMEONE say, "Well that was a mistake."
Ew. First of all I give him props for calling instead of the standard text message, but if he didn't want to talk to me, and this mistake was indeed referring to me, then why call? I didn't have his number, and it's doubtful I would ever see him again. So So So So random.
In other news I NEED to go shopping, do laundry and go to mass. None of which are happening today.
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Saturday, January 23, 2010
Senior Citizen
Guys. It's 12:45am and I'm in my pajamas, makeup off, glasses on. This was my big Friday Night Out. When did I become so old???
I had a triple grande latte this morning. Tonight at 9PM I had a double tall latte. and I'm still yawning and not going out. Redonkulous, is what it is.
Some of my girlfriends had a "Pizza and Champagne" party tonight....which is basically self explanatory. We ordered pizza from Savage Pizza in Little Five Points, and ate it while we drank champagne. I fully intended on a night out on the town after dinner, but no one else had the same sentiment. Even still, I was driving home and thinking to myself that my bed was sounding great right now. Ew. I'm so ashamed. I'm 80% sure we're going out tomorrow night, and yes I will be recycling the outfit I wore tonight.
This week at work has been crazy. On of my clients is a major NY Fashion Week sponsor, so we're hastily putting together a campaign for the incremental funds our NYC Boss Lady pulled out of her ass at the last minute. We had lunch catered in 3 out of 4 days this week. Today was Maggiano's...eggplant parm. OH MY GOD so delicious. I brought some home and will be eating it for two days guaranteed.
I'm going ice skating at Centennial Park tomorrow afternoon with a friend. We're bringing Nalgene bottles of some type of alcohol. Could be dangerous. Could be fun. I'll keep you updated. I plan on wearing some type of ridiculous Snow Bunny ensemble even though it's going to be 50 degrees. I Do What I Want.
I've just been working a lot, and working out and being bananas in general. My job is awesome but stressful, and advertising is notorious for long hours, which is definitely becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy. But I still feel like I'm just playing house. Sometimes it sets in when managers start talking about review processes and promotions where I'm like, "Oh snap, that totally pertains to my life." It's weird to realize you're in the middle of actually living your life...not waiting for something like graduation or a job offer.
I still need to purchase a microwave.
And I want Kings of Leon to go on tour tomorrow so I can go see them live again.
Jersey Shore reunion special was a little anti-climactic.
That's all I have, really. 'Til next time!
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I had a triple grande latte this morning. Tonight at 9PM I had a double tall latte. and I'm still yawning and not going out. Redonkulous, is what it is.
Some of my girlfriends had a "Pizza and Champagne" party tonight....which is basically self explanatory. We ordered pizza from Savage Pizza in Little Five Points, and ate it while we drank champagne. I fully intended on a night out on the town after dinner, but no one else had the same sentiment. Even still, I was driving home and thinking to myself that my bed was sounding great right now. Ew. I'm so ashamed. I'm 80% sure we're going out tomorrow night, and yes I will be recycling the outfit I wore tonight.
This week at work has been crazy. On of my clients is a major NY Fashion Week sponsor, so we're hastily putting together a campaign for the incremental funds our NYC Boss Lady pulled out of her ass at the last minute. We had lunch catered in 3 out of 4 days this week. Today was Maggiano's...eggplant parm. OH MY GOD so delicious. I brought some home and will be eating it for two days guaranteed.
I'm going ice skating at Centennial Park tomorrow afternoon with a friend. We're bringing Nalgene bottles of some type of alcohol. Could be dangerous. Could be fun. I'll keep you updated. I plan on wearing some type of ridiculous Snow Bunny ensemble even though it's going to be 50 degrees. I Do What I Want.
I've just been working a lot, and working out and being bananas in general. My job is awesome but stressful, and advertising is notorious for long hours, which is definitely becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy. But I still feel like I'm just playing house. Sometimes it sets in when managers start talking about review processes and promotions where I'm like, "Oh snap, that totally pertains to my life." It's weird to realize you're in the middle of actually living your life...not waiting for something like graduation or a job offer.
I still need to purchase a microwave.
And I want Kings of Leon to go on tour tomorrow so I can go see them live again.
Jersey Shore reunion special was a little anti-climactic.
That's all I have, really. 'Til next time!
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Monday, January 18, 2010
"Fuckin' Four Million Dollars For This Video"
Nathan's wise analytical opinion of the song's meaning sounds very similar to this gem....
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In Other News
http://www.xfm.co.uk/news/2010/kings-of-leon-golf-is-not-delaying-our-album
Little interview with Jared Followill from a UK radio show...take a listen if you care. Some bulleted points for you lazyheads:
Little interview with Jared Followill from a UK radio show...take a listen if you care. Some bulleted points for you lazyheads:
- Jared speaks about the clothing line with Surface 2 Air, and it seems like Kings of Leon had a very slight hand in this shenanigan. Apparently the boys would have S2A design clothes FOR them in the past, and it was S2A's idea to do the "clothing line," and they were just like....uhm okay.
- They're starting to work on the new album.
- There was a rumor that they were playing golf so much and that is why the new album is delayed. Not factual, according to J-Rad.
- He is in Nashville currently
- And Caleb is madly in love with me.
L'amore et la mode
Does anyone else find it to be the MOST ADORABLE thing that Garance Doré and Scott Schuman from The Sartorialist are dating? It's like a match made in fashion heaven.
http://www.garancedore.fr/en
http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/
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http://www.garancedore.fr/en
http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/
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Saturday, January 16, 2010
"Karma Will Come Back To Me For This"
I went out Friday night, and so many crazy little things happened that I can't NOT document them here. My friend invited me to go to this Young Professionals meetup with her at a bar in Midtown. I said, "sure," because.....why not? It's not like wherever I am currently is helping me get a shit ton of dates, so maybe I should attempt a change of locale. This meetup was at Front Page News....cool vibe, very casual. Met some interesting people....no one I'm dying to see again soon. Around 11pm or so, most of the people left FPN to go to an Irish pub across the street. This place was enormous! It's called Ri Ra, and I'd passed by several times but never been in. There was a live band playing, which j'adoooore because je love to dance. BUT we had to be all nicey-nicey with the people from the Young Professionals meetup. Ugh. So my 2 girlfriends are talking with people, and I'm surveying the crowd, and this guy's awkward roommate comes up and starts talking to me, and it's clear that he has close to zero social skills. He's Indian, and he actually asks me, "So...I bet you can't guess which country I am from."
*blank stare*
Is this real life? I humor him for a little bit, and actually remember saying to myself, "Karma will come back to me for this, Karma will come back to me for this."
Finally the girls end their obligatory conversations and we can move past this uncomfortable situation.
Let me take a moment to explain my outfit tonight. I started my period Friday afternoon and just wasn't in the mood to put a lot of effort in anything that night. I didn't want to wear heels. I didn't want to wear a tight dress because I felt puffy and yuck. So I put on a gray jersey dress from H&M, and a blue & white striped cardigan from Urban Outfitters with brass buttons (very Parisian Nautical...I wanted to provide you with a picture, but it is no longer on the UO site) with black tights and ballet flats. I look cute, but I look like a child. We're standing around at the bar just chatting, and this guy standing next to me eyes me up and down and goes, "I like your outfit. You accessorized very well."
Quoi? Thanks, dude.
The girls I was with didn't want to dance to the band, EVEN THOUGH the lead singer was so freaking cute. HELLO the way you get in with the band is by dancing in front of them and making eyes at the band members! Did Penny Lane teach you nothing in Almost Famous?!??
At this point I am absolutely exhausted beyond belief. I look at my phone. It's 12:30am. Someone please explain to me exactly when I became a Senior Citizen.
Saturday night I went to dinner with C., then we all went to Twain's in Decatur. We will definitely need to go again, because I'm thinking it's a prime spot to find some bearded men. It's a totally cool bar with a large games area...pool tables, foozball and shuffleboard! I love me some shuffleboard. And they brew their own beer. I don't personally care for beer, but I heard someone once that boys like to drink it sometimes.
And even last night...it gets to be around 12:30 and I'm yawning in peoples faces! This is embarrassing! People are going to think I'm narcoleptic or something. So C. and I scooted out around 1:30, and I came home and made myself a grilled cheese sandwich which I BURNT then watched Project Runway and fell asleep. Today I've done nothing but watch DVR'd TV (Jersey Shore and Proj Run) and workout. And eat. MTV is still playing the Kings of Leon music commercial-wrap of the Use Somebody video, and I will still rewind and watch it and get all fluttery in my tummy.
I went out grocery shopping around 6pm, and I started to get a headache on the drive to Trader Joes. Then I got there and my head felt all cotton-y and I felt some sinus pressure so I was wandering around TJs like a zombie. I don't think I got anything that will come together to make a proper meal at any point. I still feel funny in my head....I took a Sudafed but I don't think it helped. Tomorrow I'm off work so I'm going to take it easy.
But did anyone watch Proj Run from this week? Nicole Ritchie was the guest judge! Last season for the 1st episdoe Lindsay Lohan was the guest judge! Project Runway is such a sneaky bitch! It's like that bitchy friend who won't ignore the girl you got in a fight with, who says, "I can still be friends with both of you!" But you really want her to take a side but take YOUR side so you can win the fight. That's what Project Runway is like.
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*blank stare*
Is this real life? I humor him for a little bit, and actually remember saying to myself, "Karma will come back to me for this, Karma will come back to me for this."
Finally the girls end their obligatory conversations and we can move past this uncomfortable situation.
Let me take a moment to explain my outfit tonight. I started my period Friday afternoon and just wasn't in the mood to put a lot of effort in anything that night. I didn't want to wear heels. I didn't want to wear a tight dress because I felt puffy and yuck. So I put on a gray jersey dress from H&M, and a blue & white striped cardigan from Urban Outfitters with brass buttons (very Parisian Nautical...I wanted to provide you with a picture, but it is no longer on the UO site) with black tights and ballet flats. I look cute, but I look like a child. We're standing around at the bar just chatting, and this guy standing next to me eyes me up and down and goes, "I like your outfit. You accessorized very well."
Quoi? Thanks, dude.
The girls I was with didn't want to dance to the band, EVEN THOUGH the lead singer was so freaking cute. HELLO the way you get in with the band is by dancing in front of them and making eyes at the band members! Did Penny Lane teach you nothing in Almost Famous?!??
At this point I am absolutely exhausted beyond belief. I look at my phone. It's 12:30am. Someone please explain to me exactly when I became a Senior Citizen.
Saturday night I went to dinner with C., then we all went to Twain's in Decatur. We will definitely need to go again, because I'm thinking it's a prime spot to find some bearded men. It's a totally cool bar with a large games area...pool tables, foozball and shuffleboard! I love me some shuffleboard. And they brew their own beer. I don't personally care for beer, but I heard someone once that boys like to drink it sometimes.
And even last night...it gets to be around 12:30 and I'm yawning in peoples faces! This is embarrassing! People are going to think I'm narcoleptic or something. So C. and I scooted out around 1:30, and I came home and made myself a grilled cheese sandwich which I BURNT then watched Project Runway and fell asleep. Today I've done nothing but watch DVR'd TV (Jersey Shore and Proj Run) and workout. And eat. MTV is still playing the Kings of Leon music commercial-wrap of the Use Somebody video, and I will still rewind and watch it and get all fluttery in my tummy.
I went out grocery shopping around 6pm, and I started to get a headache on the drive to Trader Joes. Then I got there and my head felt all cotton-y and I felt some sinus pressure so I was wandering around TJs like a zombie. I don't think I got anything that will come together to make a proper meal at any point. I still feel funny in my head....I took a Sudafed but I don't think it helped. Tomorrow I'm off work so I'm going to take it easy.
But did anyone watch Proj Run from this week? Nicole Ritchie was the guest judge! Last season for the 1st episdoe Lindsay Lohan was the guest judge! Project Runway is such a sneaky bitch! It's like that bitchy friend who won't ignore the girl you got in a fight with, who says, "I can still be friends with both of you!" But you really want her to take a side but take YOUR side so you can win the fight. That's what Project Runway is like.
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In Which I Admit to Liking Television Shows Most Watched By 17 yr olds
1. Jersey Shore. Obviously. I think this show is everyone in America's favorite guilty pleasure. I now say to my friends,
"You know what? You are EXCLUDED from Ravioli Night. And you are EXCLUDED from Surf and Turf Night." -The Situation.
"You know what? You are EXCLUDED from Ravioli Night. And you are EXCLUDED from Surf and Turf Night." -The Situation.
But my favorite.....character? .......person? is SNOOKI. She has 18 different names. Snooki. Snickers. Schnicks. Schnucks. Schnooki. Schnicki. Hysterical! And this week's episode when they went to Atlantic City, a.k.a. "Guido Las Vegas," she absolutely SHINED.
When they first get to their lavish hotel in AC, everyone is taking a Disco Nap, preparing for a full night of Jaegerbombs and fist pumping action. "Oh No!" Says Snooki. So she proceeds to draw an enormous bubble bath in the jacuzzi...literally 8 feet high with bubbles, and drink wine in there and talk to herself and the camera crew. At one point she's sitting back and announces, "This feels like a porno."
Someone get this girl her own show.
When they first get to their lavish hotel in AC, everyone is taking a Disco Nap, preparing for a full night of Jaegerbombs and fist pumping action. "Oh No!" Says Snooki. So she proceeds to draw an enormous bubble bath in the jacuzzi...literally 8 feet high with bubbles, and drink wine in there and talk to herself and the camera crew. At one point she's sitting back and announces, "This feels like a porno."
Someone get this girl her own show.
2. The Real World- DC.
This video is not working for me, so BOO MTV and your silly non-functioning technology. A photo will have to suffice below.
I adooooore Andrew. I always talk a big game about how I like granola men, and guys with beards and outdoorsy shit and stuff like that. And it's all true. But fact of the matter is, the last several relationships and pseudo-relationships I've had have been with tall, goofy, blond, sarcastic, immature guys. Seriously. I would chronicle them all here for you, but I'd like to preserve a shred of dignity. And Andrew fits all those criteria.
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This video is not working for me, so BOO MTV and your silly non-functioning technology. A photo will have to suffice below.
I adooooore Andrew. I always talk a big game about how I like granola men, and guys with beards and outdoorsy shit and stuff like that. And it's all true. But fact of the matter is, the last several relationships and pseudo-relationships I've had have been with tall, goofy, blond, sarcastic, immature guys. Seriously. I would chronicle them all here for you, but I'd like to preserve a shred of dignity. And Andrew fits all those criteria.
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Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Tequila Kills a Cold...right?
Sitting here all dressed up, waiting for C. to pick me up and go to a friend's apartment. I was going to have everyone over here, but "just a few people" quickly turned into "everyone is bringing 3 other people," and my little studio is just not equipped for a full blown partay. Not to mention I only have 4 wine glasses. Baby steps, people.
I sensing some sort of little sickness coming on. I'm a little sniffle-y and have a little bit of cotton-headed-ness...you know where you feel like your brain is just cotton? I'm sure you do. I'm self medicating with Sudafed and Claritin. And vitamin C tablets. And I'm sure a tequila shot at the bar will kill anything inside. Plus I'm dying to go out. Last Saturday when I went out I actually had to buy my own drink, and I was not pleased. I'm wearing my obnoxious gold sequin dress, but with a black short-sleeved sweater over it, so it looks like a skirt. And black tights with black ballet flats. Paisley printed scarf, and wool bomber jacket. Pink lipstick. Red nails.
Ahh, I need to Google alcohol + pseudoephedrine...mmm, no flashing red lights, but people aren't suggesting it either. On one hand, I lived through 4 football seasons at a Southern school. On the other hand my nose is not a leaky faucet and I can probably wait until tomorrow morning for my next dose. Better safe than a heart attack, I always say. I'm packing a granola bar in my purse. I've barely eaten today, and I've learned my lesson far too many times about drinking on an empty stomach.
Anyway...I hope you all have fabulous Saturday nights!!
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I sensing some sort of little sickness coming on. I'm a little sniffle-y and have a little bit of cotton-headed-ness...you know where you feel like your brain is just cotton? I'm sure you do. I'm self medicating with Sudafed and Claritin. And vitamin C tablets. And I'm sure a tequila shot at the bar will kill anything inside. Plus I'm dying to go out. Last Saturday when I went out I actually had to buy my own drink, and I was not pleased. I'm wearing my obnoxious gold sequin dress, but with a black short-sleeved sweater over it, so it looks like a skirt. And black tights with black ballet flats. Paisley printed scarf, and wool bomber jacket. Pink lipstick. Red nails.
Ahh, I need to Google alcohol + pseudoephedrine...mmm, no flashing red lights, but people aren't suggesting it either. On one hand, I lived through 4 football seasons at a Southern school. On the other hand my nose is not a leaky faucet and I can probably wait until tomorrow morning for my next dose. Better safe than a heart attack, I always say. I'm packing a granola bar in my purse. I've barely eaten today, and I've learned my lesson far too many times about drinking on an empty stomach.
Anyway...I hope you all have fabulous Saturday nights!!
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Friday, January 8, 2010
Blank Stare
Okay, let's give some constructive criticism....the plaid shirts are cute as well as the leather jacket and jeans. The necklace makes me want to vomit. The collection will be sold at Parisian boutique clothing store, Surface 2 Air, and stateside at Barneys.
It's just....Caleb is getting all sassy and bent out of shape over the band being lame and sell-outs. Newsflash: Miley Cyrus has a clothing line. You cannot do this without me judging you.
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Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wrap Wrap on the Wrist
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Ah lack of updates. Je suis désolée everyone. The white death has descended upon Atlanta, but that's not my excuse.
Blurry evidence from my screened-in porch. A whole half inch...don't worry about me, I'll be fine.
People are always like, "well, you're from Ohio so the cold doesn't bother you, huh?" And I'm like, "Bitch I've been living in the South every winter for the past 5 years, YES IT BOTHERS ME."
Work has been busy. I'm in meetings all day tomorrow and I'm giving a presentation in one of them. Our client boss lady in New York is certifiably insane. And the heat is not working properly on our side of the building, so I've taken to wearing knitted gloves while I'm working.
Since I had my annual GYN appointment today, I treated myself to lunch. I have to schedule ANOTHER 4 minute appointment because I forgot to tell her to run tests for.....you know. Don't make me type it. Not that I'm participating in high risk activities, but it's good to have all your ducks in a row and be totally sure. Public Service Announcement courtesy of OMGOpinions.
Anyway. Do I have any male readers of OMGOpinions? I don't think so, but just in case...sorry for the lady doctor talk.
I feel asleep during The Office tonight. What an exciting, metropolitan life I live: I left work and went to Whole Foods. Bought salad ingredients. Came home, did workout on the treadmill while I watched Jeopardy. Sat down to watch tv, and fell asleep during The Office at 9pm. Woke up, ate leftovers from lunch because a salad was too much effort. Aside: You know I love Whole Foods. But I have one complaint: the spinach-artichoke dip. It's just not as good as Publix. Probably because WF's is like....all natural, no preservatives or funky flavor additives, but I paid $7 for that tub and I don't intend on eating the rest of it.
One of my best friends from college is coming to visit Sunday and I'm soooo excited! She's in over in CHINA teaching English at a college, and I've missed her so much. We keep in good contact over gchat, but it's nothing like being on the phone. We just giggle a lot. And talk like Bon Qui Qui to eachother.
Well my little snowflakes, my Sleepytime tea is waiting for me. 'Til next time!
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Monday, January 4, 2010
I'm watching MTV today (we'll have a discussion about Jersey Shore later, thanks.) And one of the little "music.MTV.com" wraps is the Use Somebody video. Is that random to anyone else??
But, everyone looks really pretty in the video, so let's not dwell on confusing issues.
Plus, I just figured out how to do screenshots on my Mac. Holla.
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Sunday, January 3, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
In Which I'm NOT Hungover
Seriously you guys....I'm not hungover. Not even in the least. This hasn't happened on New Year's Day for quite a long time.
But I had SUCH a blast last night! I took approximately 8 years to get ready...I was so silly. I got in the shower at around 6:45, and left my house around 9:45. Absolutely ridiculous. I took my time, and those false eyelashes take so goddamn long to make perfect!! But the end result was flawless. The dress was great. The sparkely tights didn't make me look like a child which was wonderful, and my lipstick was applied before any drinks were consumed, to ensure proper application techniques. I went to a friend's apartment, had a glass of my Prosecco and we played Taboo, because we're fun adults like that. Then we took a few cars and went to Hand & Hand in the Highlands, which had a $5 cover charge....so I was thinking, "Oh, maybe they will have a fun live band tonight!" Negative. They just wanted to take our money for no good reason. But they did give everyone a small glass of nasty, cheap champagne. So good for you, Hand & Hand, way to keep it classy. We had enough time to get a drink from the bar and camp out in order to see the giant Peach drop and ring in the New Year. We're counting down....10-9-8 and this guy asks me, "Do you have a boyfriend?" And I said, "nooo....." and he goes, "Do you want to makeout?"
EXCUSE ME? Is this real life? I said "no, thanks, but I'll give you a kiss on the cheek." Like, really. Why couldn't he have been some super sexy guy? He wasn't...he was like.....just not. Then me and a girl friend did laps around the bar trying to find suitable boys to buy us drinks. We had a few successes, but nothing lasted longer than the drink in our hands.
Our post bar activity was a dance party at a friend's house who is just around the corner from me, actually. Super Super Super fun. There were probably 25 people in the living room, girls barefoot, boys had loosened their ties and everyone was having so much fun. We danced to Van Morrison, GirlTalk and Outkast. And anything else someone put on the iPod DJ.
Now...before you ask, yes I met a boy and yes we danced. But I was being silly and wouldn't let him kiss me, so I guess he couldn't handle the chase and went to go hookup with another girl. Really. Plus, he has the reputation of being a bit manwhorish. Everytime I go out I see him chatting up a different lady, so I was not about to be a notch on the whittled down bedpost of the local Lady Killer.
I made it home around 4:30...changed into pj's and curled in bed. I woke up this morning not a smidge hungover, and it was sooooo wonderful. I had several drinks at the bar, but stayed away from shots and mixing liquors. I would say that it's a sign of growing up when you can go out, have fun and not get faced, but when I went out at home with my old Townie friends, we were as ridiculous as we've ever been, so go figure.
I hope you all had stylish New Years Eves full of fabulous outfits and lots of champagne. Cheers to 2010!
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But I had SUCH a blast last night! I took approximately 8 years to get ready...I was so silly. I got in the shower at around 6:45, and left my house around 9:45. Absolutely ridiculous. I took my time, and those false eyelashes take so goddamn long to make perfect!! But the end result was flawless. The dress was great. The sparkely tights didn't make me look like a child which was wonderful, and my lipstick was applied before any drinks were consumed, to ensure proper application techniques. I went to a friend's apartment, had a glass of my Prosecco and we played Taboo, because we're fun adults like that. Then we took a few cars and went to Hand & Hand in the Highlands, which had a $5 cover charge....so I was thinking, "Oh, maybe they will have a fun live band tonight!" Negative. They just wanted to take our money for no good reason. But they did give everyone a small glass of nasty, cheap champagne. So good for you, Hand & Hand, way to keep it classy. We had enough time to get a drink from the bar and camp out in order to see the giant Peach drop and ring in the New Year. We're counting down....10-9-8 and this guy asks me, "Do you have a boyfriend?" And I said, "nooo....." and he goes, "Do you want to makeout?"
EXCUSE ME? Is this real life? I said "no, thanks, but I'll give you a kiss on the cheek." Like, really. Why couldn't he have been some super sexy guy? He wasn't...he was like.....just not. Then me and a girl friend did laps around the bar trying to find suitable boys to buy us drinks. We had a few successes, but nothing lasted longer than the drink in our hands.
Our post bar activity was a dance party at a friend's house who is just around the corner from me, actually. Super Super Super fun. There were probably 25 people in the living room, girls barefoot, boys had loosened their ties and everyone was having so much fun. We danced to Van Morrison, GirlTalk and Outkast. And anything else someone put on the iPod DJ.
Now...before you ask, yes I met a boy and yes we danced. But I was being silly and wouldn't let him kiss me, so I guess he couldn't handle the chase and went to go hookup with another girl. Really. Plus, he has the reputation of being a bit manwhorish. Everytime I go out I see him chatting up a different lady, so I was not about to be a notch on the whittled down bedpost of the local Lady Killer.
I made it home around 4:30...changed into pj's and curled in bed. I woke up this morning not a smidge hungover, and it was sooooo wonderful. I had several drinks at the bar, but stayed away from shots and mixing liquors. I would say that it's a sign of growing up when you can go out, have fun and not get faced, but when I went out at home with my old Townie friends, we were as ridiculous as we've ever been, so go figure.
I hope you all had stylish New Years Eves full of fabulous outfits and lots of champagne. Cheers to 2010!
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