Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Safeway won't let me forget that V Day is soon!
I would give up coffee to recieve these on Valentines Day. And if you could arrange Lloyd/John (same person right!? right!) to bring them to me, that would be fantastic, thanks!
It was like anti-karma. With a KICK.
People have always said that the stars are aligned for me. And I agree. Sometimes things just happen to me, that are so completely awesome, out of nowhere, and unearned. I am very grateful for these occurrences, and am always pleasantly reminded of such when they do happen. What I didnt expect this time, were the repercussions....
MONDAY: amazing offer (now, being wed, its almost void, but thats beside the point) to housesit for a college mentor professor, with a little bit of adolescent nudging on the side (note: I know these people, he was my project advisor, and I traveled with them on summer study abroad summer 06 etc etc), and most importantly – am getting paid mucho! Possibly even enough to pay for August trip to my program in South Africa, which I previously didn’t think I could afford.
(also worthy of a shout out was the very catholic deans banquet after work, and what catholic gathering would be complete without a free open bar. white wine. check!)
TUESDAY: the “lets fuck with Claire” campaign begins
Am late waking up, probably because I spent half the night kicking the cat, who meows like a dying baby, out of my room
Hair has incredibly bad day, put product on so I can attempt to leave it “curly”, which ends in me giving up, blow drying it and putting it up into a greasy ball of a ponytail. Fuck that!
Run and sweat to the bus station where my bus DOESN’T COME. Making me later for work (and of course making all my rushing and non-lunch making totally a waste!), also leaving me standing in the rain longer while the ring of water slowly rises up my pant leg. More silent FUCKS.
Show up and run to three different campus classrooms looking for the class I’m supposed to present in. finally find it, and give an out of breath presentation. Embarassing.
Return to my desk, to a ton of shit that needs to be done, and of course run into problem in the test scanner room. We have a mutually spiteful relationship so I wasnt surpised, but still.
A few minutes later, think “hmmm something kind of smells"....realize minutes later that it’s MY zip up that IM WEARING. The roommates cat (see above crimes) PEED ON IT....almost scream out loud WHY ME. WHY ME WHY ME.
Proceed to cry in the bathroom.
Acknowledge that bad mood is not going to let up. Get more coffee.
More swearing under my breath as annoying students beg for things I can’t do for them. Go talk to your professor. I am not your mom.
More crying. This time in front of my boss and the deans assistant. ALL. BEFORE. NOON.
Apparently this is what I get. Stars needing to balance out their fortune scale. But please tell me why it has to include CAT PEE?
(*NOTE: all of this has been figured out as sadly cliche yet very real pmsing yet was still worth a woe is me blog)
MONDAY: amazing offer (now, being wed, its almost void, but thats beside the point) to housesit for a college mentor professor, with a little bit of adolescent nudging on the side (note: I know these people, he was my project advisor, and I traveled with them on summer study abroad summer 06 etc etc), and most importantly – am getting paid mucho! Possibly even enough to pay for August trip to my program in South Africa, which I previously didn’t think I could afford.
(also worthy of a shout out was the very catholic deans banquet after work, and what catholic gathering would be complete without a free open bar. white wine. check!)
TUESDAY: the “lets fuck with Claire” campaign begins
Am late waking up, probably because I spent half the night kicking the cat, who meows like a dying baby, out of my room
Hair has incredibly bad day, put product on so I can attempt to leave it “curly”, which ends in me giving up, blow drying it and putting it up into a greasy ball of a ponytail. Fuck that!
Run and sweat to the bus station where my bus DOESN’T COME. Making me later for work (and of course making all my rushing and non-lunch making totally a waste!), also leaving me standing in the rain longer while the ring of water slowly rises up my pant leg. More silent FUCKS.
Show up and run to three different campus classrooms looking for the class I’m supposed to present in. finally find it, and give an out of breath presentation. Embarassing.
Return to my desk, to a ton of shit that needs to be done, and of course run into problem in the test scanner room. We have a mutually spiteful relationship so I wasnt surpised, but still.
A few minutes later, think “hmmm something kind of smells"....realize minutes later that it’s MY zip up that IM WEARING. The roommates cat (see above crimes) PEED ON IT....almost scream out loud WHY ME. WHY ME WHY ME.
Proceed to cry in the bathroom.
Acknowledge that bad mood is not going to let up. Get more coffee.
More swearing under my breath as annoying students beg for things I can’t do for them. Go talk to your professor. I am not your mom.
More crying. This time in front of my boss and the deans assistant. ALL. BEFORE. NOON.
Apparently this is what I get. Stars needing to balance out their fortune scale. But please tell me why it has to include CAT PEE?
(*NOTE: all of this has been figured out as sadly cliche yet very real pmsing yet was still worth a woe is me blog)
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Shame on You
After receiving this amazing tshirt in the mail from ALI BROWN for christmas, I was all smiles.....
but seeing this sad excuse for a person comment on the tragic death of Heath Ledger I realized how annoyingly awful Fox News truly is. Drink away liberals!
I. CAN. NOT. BELIEVE. THIS. and that people actually call this journalism.
but seeing this sad excuse for a person comment on the tragic death of Heath Ledger I realized how annoyingly awful Fox News truly is. Drink away liberals!
I. CAN. NOT. BELIEVE. THIS. and that people actually call this journalism.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Check it out Yo!
My dear friend Lauren and I have created a blog project together. It is a photo blog that will feature 3 photos a week, based on our own interpretations of a chosen theme. We will not discuss these themes between us, and will simply attempt to see them in our every day lives and activities. It is simultaneously a peek into our lives, but also a representation of our ever thinking minds. We are not pretending to be excellent photographers or worldly philosophers, simply people who are attempting to capture concepts with humor, honesty, and unique perspectives. The blog will be updated with photos each monday, thursday, and saturday, my photo is first, then lauren's. An explanation of sorts will be featured on mondays, by the 'theme picker' of the week. Please enjoy our new Photo Blog Project Titled "Coupled Perceptions".
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Oh look! A baby!
As Ali and I were out and about this weekend, (another one of our extravaganzas), I swear there was a higher percentage of CHILDREN than normal, everywhere we went. Maybe because it wasnt raining or maybe I just don't get out enough. But they are everywhere and it made me realize how much I miss being around children! They are so uniquely funny, and they dont even know it! How is it possibly to be so cute and so entertaining all at once? What's their secret!? And if you, like me, lack this awesome presence in your lives, take a look at this video and get your child-sponsored laughs for the day!
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Just so you're updated
little things about this week that I am thankful for........
watching a movie in bed, then drifting off to sleep
real, nonpowder, freaking glorious half and half in my coffee. and not having the grounds come from a can. and most importantly having secured a monopoly on said cream. mwahaha.
gchat. enough said.
talking on the phone for almost two hours with lauren and having it feel like we're hanging out. and she's right next to me in bed. a girl can dream right!?
tights!
my wednesdays only routine of buying a 36 cent dognut at safeway. fuck yeah.
Being thoroughly and consistently engaged and impressed by this woman and this man, as oped writers for the NYTimes. Well Done. Snap Snap.
watching a 12 year old boy completely solve a rubics cube on the bus. who says the bus is just a bum wagon!?
finally having the lung capacity to handle the gym after 5 days of coughing up my black lung
knowing that soon my little sister will get to have the same amazing highschool experience that I did. And reveling in the fact that she too will have to sing and clap to the hazing ritual that is thunderation.
rediscovering the genius of Beck and blasting this song every change I get.
episodes of brothers and sisters online. politics and family and hot men. yes please.
getting tiny moments of pleasure out of ordering things on staples with someone else's money
the "ask claire if she wants these leftovers" mentality at work. and having that mantra spill over into some unwanted shelves from a faculty office that almost look like they could be on display at anthropologie. they're so pretty!
watching a movie in bed, then drifting off to sleep
real, nonpowder, freaking glorious half and half in my coffee. and not having the grounds come from a can. and most importantly having secured a monopoly on said cream. mwahaha.
gchat. enough said.
talking on the phone for almost two hours with lauren and having it feel like we're hanging out. and she's right next to me in bed. a girl can dream right!?
tights!
my wednesdays only routine of buying a 36 cent dognut at safeway. fuck yeah.
Being thoroughly and consistently engaged and impressed by this woman and this man, as oped writers for the NYTimes. Well Done. Snap Snap.
watching a 12 year old boy completely solve a rubics cube on the bus. who says the bus is just a bum wagon!?
finally having the lung capacity to handle the gym after 5 days of coughing up my black lung
knowing that soon my little sister will get to have the same amazing highschool experience that I did. And reveling in the fact that she too will have to sing and clap to the hazing ritual that is thunderation.
rediscovering the genius of Beck and blasting this song every change I get.
episodes of brothers and sisters online. politics and family and hot men. yes please.
getting tiny moments of pleasure out of ordering things on staples with someone else's money
the "ask claire if she wants these leftovers" mentality at work. and having that mantra spill over into some unwanted shelves from a faculty office that almost look like they could be on display at anthropologie. they're so pretty!
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
A little Dem on Dem Action
As much as I dislike the scratching and bitching going on currently between democratic candidates (and republicans at that), I do appreciate a good debate, a fair chance to point out one's superior qualitities, and what exactly the other candidate is missing. It's the presidency people, not a baking contest at a county fair! Some see that as counter-productive, especially considering how similar the leading Dems truely are, but it's pretty much the only action I've seen in months. So go ahead.... Show me whatcha GOT! And my favorite politic website happens to agree.
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