Candy Canes and Hair Loss

I'm sure you've been waiting will breath that is bated for my next blog post and I'm sure this one is just going to be just the gem you're hoping for.

Well while I'm sure you've all been out there doing interesting things with your lives, I've been pulling my hair out (quite literally) trying to make it to Christmas break. I keep telling myself "just make it to the 14th," but then I remember all the things I have to get finished (rather started and finished) before then and I begin to feel light-headed. When that feeling strikes I sit, take some deep breaths, and pretend my life simply doesn't exist.

Also, as most people know, I'll be graduating in one year from right now. That's ridiculous. My roommate and I were talking last night about how we can absolutely understand how people can be completely unproductive members of society. In theory, I'd love to get a job with a wonderful company that a respect and that respects me. And in theory, I would be great at my job, my bosses would love me, and aside from the occasional slip-up I'd live happily ever after. What I'm picturing in my head, however, is: I get a job with a wonderful company, I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing, I do something to royally fuck it up, they fire me, and then I have a psychotic break and end up sitting on the couch watching the history channel with my dad for the rest of my life.

Enough stalling. I actually have to finish my advertising homework now. Because I've found that thew whole "pretending my life doesn't exist" thing just isn't an effective tactic.

I don't want to be a cotton-headed-ninny-muggins.

I Think Netflix Is My Boyfriend.

It has been a hot minute since I updated this thing. I've been very busy lately, what with my bursting social calender (read: bursting mountains of homework, 3 seasons of Breaking Bad and watching both Easy A and Titanic more than once this week). I'm in high demand these days, obviously.  


Something that has perturbed me this week is: Dancing With The Stars. I don't get it. I don't want to get it. I would tell all those assholes to stick to their day jobs, but they don't have any. Really, the most interesting guy those people could wrangle up was Rob Kardashian? He's the Kardashian that the rest of the family wants to vote off the island. The only thing I can say to describe him would be: L-7-WEENIE.

I've made a resolution this week to jazz up my life. Because right now I'm pretty lame; I have a bed time, I see the inside of the library more than I see my friends, and when I get out of class I look forward to hunkering down in my bed with a Jamba Juice and my Netflix account. While that life is comfortable and cosy for me, it is also boring as shit. Therefore I have made the decision to meet new people and say "yes" whenever anyone wants to do something. I know what you're thinking, "Slow down, wild woman!" But really, I'm breaking out of the rut I've fallen into during the last eight months. Ready...Break!

Right now I'm laying on my mom's couch having cuddle time with my kitty and puppy. The three of us are going to work on my ethics paper while watching My Cousin Vinny.

Champagne Wishes & Caviar Dreams to you all.

Elephant Lunchbox

If you've been keeping up with me at all the past three months, you would know that this has been quite possibly the most abysmal summer on record. Seriously, I've been miserable. Constant school, not much of a social life to speak of (though I am slowly starting to rebuild my friend base, so that's a plus), and it has been roughly 5000 degrees every day. Thank goodness for my mother who just whisked me away to California for 5 days. If not for that I probably would still be hiding in my closet crying about the astonishing lack of life in my life. Sounds a wee bit pathetic, right?

Tomorrow is the first day of Fall semester at St. Ed's and I'm not dreading it. At least it will be a change of scene, I'll get to see some different people, I'll get to be in classes that I actually want to take, and last (but most importantly) I'll get to use my new lunchbox. Now, I know you're thinking why would an adult cary a lunchbox? Well, one day during my internship I mentioned to my colleague, Katie, that I take brown paper sack lunches on days when I have several classes with no breaks. She then brought to my attention that I should get a lunchbox because using all those paper bags is pretty wasteful. She's right. So one night, my friend Magz and I were galavanting around Target and I spotted a lunchbox that is shaped like an elephant. Naturally, elephants being my power animal, I had to buy it. This is not a wasted purchase because I'm kind of in love with this lunchbox. Functional and fun. It even has an ice pack that looks like an elephant. What more could I want!?

It even has a tail haha! 

Until The Very End

I just need to get this off my chest: So one thing about me is that the more tired I am the more observant I am. That said, most of what I observe annoys me when I'm tired. For instance: I've said it before, but I'll say it again, ladies, leggings are never ever ever never an acceptable substitute for pants. And if you're going to disgrace yourself by wearing leggings to class and in other public forums, please for the love of all that is holy and good, DON'T wear underwear with seams. If you can see it in the mirror, I can see it when you're walking around. It's bright outside. Leggings are not jeans. You can see right through 'em. Do us all a favor and save that for your house. Thanks.

Anywhoo. Now that's out, I can get onto what this post is really about: Harry Potter 7 Part 2. Anyone who knows me is aware that there are very few things of which I am truly a "fan." There are things that I like and enjoy a great deal, but being a fan takes a commitment. My dad has Longhorn football and I have Harry Potter. As a kid I was never a very good reader so I never wanted to take the time to try. Then my mom started to read me Harry Potter. She'd lay down with me every night and read until I fell asleep. I loved every single minute. I was so young and just fell in love with the story. I mean come on, who in my age group wasn't convinced that owl was going to show up on their 11th birthday? As I got older I started reading the books for myself (I'm actually a very great reader now, in case you were wondering) and now I listen to the audiobooks. No matter how stressed or upset I am, turning on the Harry Potter audiobooks instantly calms me down and I'm asleep within minutes. So, obviously, I'm a Harry Potter fan.

I've seen all the movies and, to be honest, most have been semi-disappointing. It's hard to turn that level of detail into a 2 hour blockbuster. Regardless, this being the last movie ever, my cousin, Macy and I decided to go at midnight. We donned our Quidditch jerseys (yeah, I said it. That's what you get when you spend three days at Harry Potter World) and had our wands clutched in our hands. There were things left out of the movie, I knew there would be, but overall I was mesmerized the whole time. Not going to lie, cried a few times. I loved the way they portrayed the most important parts of the book. I would probably see it again haha.

I just re-read this post and thought to myself "..And you wonder why you haven't gotten any dates lately. Stop talking about Harry Potter." But hey, at least I'm not a hoarder.

Addict.

I challenge you to think of the last time you turned on your television and an episode of Law & Order wasn't showing. Seriously. It's like All My Children but with cops and bad guys running rampant. My Law & Order of choice is Special Victims Unit. USA has marathons every afternoon and every episode from every season is on Netflix instant play. It's just begging me to watch it! And really, what's not to love about SVU? It's got snazzy intro music, cunning detective working to bring rapists and child predators to justice, all those witty one-liners, you could cut the sexual tension between Elliot and Olivia with a knife, and let's not overlook that fact that Ice-T is a full-time cast member. I mean, come on! It's Ice-T being a real life actor! How are you not going to watch that?

Also- I'm pretty obsessed with Mariska Hargitay. She's super hot, strong-willed, and fights sexual predators on the daily. The chick serves justice to criminals, remains empathetic to victims, and cleans up her partner's personal life without even smudging her perfectly colored lip gloss.

Unfortunately, for the upcoming season they're cutting her screen time down because she wants to spend more time with her family and Christopher Meloni is leaving all together. This saddens me. Who else is going to fill the shoes of Elliot Stabler? The tough, Irish Catholic, ex-Marine cop who's afraid to show is feelings but is really just a big softy. It sounds like an easy shtick, but nobody plays brooding and beautiful like Christopher Meloni.

Shit That Sucks.

My good friend, Deanna, has a very funny blog entitled "Shit That Sucks." In this blog she rants about daily frustrations that we all face that really just, well, suck. Well today I am taking a page from D's book and going to tell you about something that sucks (and I think you'll agree). 


As some of you may know, quite a few of my close friends attend Texas A&M University. When applying for colleges I didn't think about a big school like A&M because I just felt like it wasn't my scene, that I wouldn't fit in there. So naturally I picked a small liberal arts school that happens to be the most expensive university on the planet (yeah ok, I'm sure Johns Hopkins is more expensive but, let's face it, it's not like I was ever going to go there. I'm not Joseph Martin). So I get to St. Edward's and it's a fantastic school! I love my professors, I like the majority of my classes and it's a very small campus so the class sizes are perfect at around 25-30 students. But it's hard as hell to make friends. That sounds laaaame and like I'm throwing my own pity party, but it's true. If you're not a hipster you can't hang out with the hipsters because you don't ride a fixed gear and shop at Urban Outfitters. And if you're not 21 and don't have a fake ID you can't hang out with anyone that goes downtown on a regular basis because you'll end up sitting at home bored while everyone else goes out. 


So sometimes I get down about my lack of a life and I start thinking "maybe I'll just transfer to A&M." This notion makes total sense: I have friends at A&M, everyone there is exceptionally nice and friendly, I love going to football games, it turns out that maroon is indeed in my color wheel, it's about half the cost of St. Ed's, the cost of living is also cut in half and let's not forget $4 movies. Sounds like a great decision, right? Not so much. You see, I've looked into transferring before and I knew that going from a private university to a public university would mean that some of my classes wouldn't transfer. Tonight I discovered a course equivalency guide that you just type in the class at St. Ed's and the database tells you whether or not it transfers. So I printed out my transcript and got to comparing. 


After this summer session I'll have a total of 70 meaning that I will be 5 hours short of completing the first semester of my junior year. Now I'll give you a minute to just take a guess as to how many of those hours will transfer. Go ahead, take your best guess. Give up? Ok, I'll tell ya. 42. 42 transferrable hours. That would make me 3 hours shy of completing the first semester of my sophomore year. In case you didn't keep up with all that, it means that the last year of my life would have been for nothing. I would be set to graduate in December of 2013 when at this point I should be graduating in December 2012. THAT REALLY SUCKS. Like, really. It sucks. 


So I can officially never transfer to A&M. But that's not going to stop me from sleeping on my best friend, Alison's floor in College Station for the duration of my college career. I mean who else is going to watch chick flicks and eat raw cookie dough with me?

Hag

Let me just preface this by saying, if you have any qualms with homosexuality you probably should stop reading and just un-friend me from life because I don't think we're going to get along all that great. I am usually not the type to wear my religious and political opinions on my sleeve unless something really peeves me, but make no mistake, my beliefs are solid and not going to change anytime soon.

Recently I posted a controversial video on my Facebook wall that depicted a Christian pastor reaching out to the homosexual youth of his congregation. He asked these young people to approach the stage to "be saved from the sin of homosexuality." He said he loved them, he forgave them, he welcomed them back into the church because they were tricked by "perverts" who made them think that they could possibly be homosexual.

Does anybody else think that's crazy? Because I certainly do. And if someone said that to my child at church I would be the first person up there saying "Fuck you, buddy. God gave me this kid so he must've had some sort of plan here." I just don't understand the whole "homosexuality is a sin" concept. I was raised Catholic, I've gone to Catholic school for 16 years so needless to say I've read the Bible a few times and have a pretty great relationship with the man upstairs. But never once in my life have I felt any hostility towards gay people. It just doesn't make sense to me that someone could harbor such intense hate for another person just based on their sexuality. I don't care who you want to spend your life with! You can marry a man or a woman or a flippin goat if that's what makes you happy and gives your life meaning. Hate just seems to waste everyone's time. Case and point: Westbro Baptist Church. If they took all of that energy and focused it somewhere positive I wager that they could cure world poverty.

I'm with this guy. LOL