Monday, July 18, 2011

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.

Saturday, July 9, 2011


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.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

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?