Dear "Smart" Phone,
There are many components to intelligence. One of those components is social intelligence.
So, even though you knew it was my ex-anniversary today, would it have killed you to keep that information to yourself? Nice touch with the fancy alert, by the way.
Sincerely,
Dumb owner
August 29, 2011
August 26, 2011
None...Taken?
A "No Offense But--" statement is pretty much always followed by something offensive.
After a 2 month hiatus, I decided to come home for the weekend.
While cruising the freeway, I heard the following song lyrics:
Now I think it’s time, hey shawty
I hope you don’t take this the wrong way
Girl you look better with the lights off
That's the type of thing one can say about oneself, jokingly (ie: turn off the lights because operating-room lights do not set the mood), but if someone said that to me, I'd probably book it out of there pretty quick.
After a 2 month hiatus, I decided to come home for the weekend.
While cruising the freeway, I heard the following song lyrics:
Now I think it’s time, hey shawty
I hope you don’t take this the wrong way
Girl you look better with the lights off
That's the type of thing one can say about oneself, jokingly (ie: turn off the lights because operating-room lights do not set the mood), but if someone said that to me, I'd probably book it out of there pretty quick.
August 23, 2011
Non-vague
Okay, fine, I will break my vow of vagueness to tell you about two amazing songs I discovered in the last few days (they're not super new, but I've been living under a rock). Copy and paste the links -- embedding a video seemed like it would require more effort/energy than I have at this point in the day.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rH_7_XRfTMs
Sprawl II - Arcade Fire. Kind of Electro-poppy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwRvuwUO-DI
Stay Young, Go Dancing- Death Cab for Cutie
Pretty and sad, almost sounds like Elliott Smith.
Easy listening at its finest, folks.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rH_7_XRfTMs
Sprawl II - Arcade Fire. Kind of Electro-poppy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwRvuwUO-DI
Stay Young, Go Dancing- Death Cab for Cutie
Pretty and sad, almost sounds like Elliott Smith.
Easy listening at its finest, folks.
August 20, 2011
All Dressed Up
I got a manicure/pedicure today with my sister (happy birthday!), a cousin (/second cousin?) visiting from Philly, and a few of their friends. I don't think I've ever gotten the full treatment before. It was a fun get-together, but it reminded me of something...
I'll explain by recounting a traumatic teenage memory:
I was 17. I had recently become captain of the song squad (NOT cheer), which significantly enhanced my social status (I chalk it up to increased exposure...I certainly wasn't trying any harder). One day, a very popular boy personally invited me to his birthday party. (This was back before Facebook, so invitations were a big deal). It was going to be a big house party on a Saturday night, and more likely than not there was to be a good deal of drinking and drugs. I didn't party much, and wasn't into drinking or drugs, but I was pretty stoked just to be included. This could be my big social debut.
Two of my songleader friends were invited as well, so we decided we'd all go together.
Saturday night arrived. I'd recently taken a class at my dance studio about performance makeup (ie- makeup that can be seen from 50 feet away), and I found that these skills translated wonderfully for party makeup. Once my face was plastered on, hair ironed flat as a board, and outfit assembled, I called my friend to get an ETA. No answer. I fiddled around on the computer for a while, wasting time. My phone wasn't ringing. I tried calling a few times over the next 3 or 4 hours. 'Maybe we're being fashionably late on purpose' I thought. More time passed. My mom saw me sitting on the couch, all dressed up, and asked me when I was going out.
Finally, at around midnight, my friend called. She was already at the party, and sounded drunk. "I thought you said you were meeting us here," she slurred. Lies. I knew that I'd never in a thousand years agree to show up at a party by myself and find my friends in the crowd.
"Just come meet us," she suggested, "but just to warn you, I don't know how long we're staying."
There was no way I was going over there alone. I hung up the phone, and thought about how much I'd been looking forward to this party. I walked by a mirror and became acutely aware of the fact that I'd spent hours getting ready, only to spend the night sitting in the living room doing nothing. My mom offered to take a walk with me, so I could at least feel like I'd left the house. Good idea in theory, but I looked way to whore-y to leave the house and not go to a party.
All dressed up with nowhere to go. Ever since that traumatic Saturday night many years ago, I've been hypersensitive to this phenomenon.
Back to today: after getting our nails done, all the girls stood in a circle discussing their evening plans (parties/weddings) and how their nails would match their outfits. I realized that, while my nails were all dressed up, I had nowhere to go.
After I was dropped back at my apartment, I took off my 'I-put-effort-into-my-appearance' outfit in favor of pajamas. Now, I'm sitting on the couch, watching TV in my pajamas, hoping that my nicely dressed-up nails survive long enough for someone to actually see them.
I'll explain by recounting a traumatic teenage memory:
I was 17. I had recently become captain of the song squad (NOT cheer), which significantly enhanced my social status (I chalk it up to increased exposure...I certainly wasn't trying any harder). One day, a very popular boy personally invited me to his birthday party. (This was back before Facebook, so invitations were a big deal). It was going to be a big house party on a Saturday night, and more likely than not there was to be a good deal of drinking and drugs. I didn't party much, and wasn't into drinking or drugs, but I was pretty stoked just to be included. This could be my big social debut.
Two of my songleader friends were invited as well, so we decided we'd all go together.
Saturday night arrived. I'd recently taken a class at my dance studio about performance makeup (ie- makeup that can be seen from 50 feet away), and I found that these skills translated wonderfully for party makeup. Once my face was plastered on, hair ironed flat as a board, and outfit assembled, I called my friend to get an ETA. No answer. I fiddled around on the computer for a while, wasting time. My phone wasn't ringing. I tried calling a few times over the next 3 or 4 hours. 'Maybe we're being fashionably late on purpose' I thought. More time passed. My mom saw me sitting on the couch, all dressed up, and asked me when I was going out.
Finally, at around midnight, my friend called. She was already at the party, and sounded drunk. "I thought you said you were meeting us here," she slurred. Lies. I knew that I'd never in a thousand years agree to show up at a party by myself and find my friends in the crowd.
"Just come meet us," she suggested, "but just to warn you, I don't know how long we're staying."
There was no way I was going over there alone. I hung up the phone, and thought about how much I'd been looking forward to this party. I walked by a mirror and became acutely aware of the fact that I'd spent hours getting ready, only to spend the night sitting in the living room doing nothing. My mom offered to take a walk with me, so I could at least feel like I'd left the house. Good idea in theory, but I looked way to whore-y to leave the house and not go to a party.
All dressed up with nowhere to go. Ever since that traumatic Saturday night many years ago, I've been hypersensitive to this phenomenon.
Back to today: after getting our nails done, all the girls stood in a circle discussing their evening plans (parties/weddings) and how their nails would match their outfits. I realized that, while my nails were all dressed up, I had nowhere to go.
After I was dropped back at my apartment, I took off my 'I-put-effort-into-my-appearance' outfit in favor of pajamas. Now, I'm sitting on the couch, watching TV in my pajamas, hoping that my nicely dressed-up nails survive long enough for someone to actually see them.
August 18, 2011
Trauma Averted
Today was supposed to be Birthday Cake Thursday.
BCT happens once a month at the office to celebrate the birthdays of everyone born that month. It consists of six different Baskin Robbins ice cream cakes in various flavors (and the break from work that goes with it).
The festivities were scheduled for 3pm today. Because I am me, I was counting on BCT to be the highlight of my work week.
At 2:45 pm, the office received a mass email that the Baskin Robbins employee in charge of our cake order had gone on vacation and not told anyone else about the order. So no cakes were made. Instead, there were two very small containers of unwashed grapes and strawberries.
So what did I do? I came home from work and concocted a mint cookie crunch/brownie/chocolate banana split. For dinner.
Philosophical tid-bit of the day: When life hands you strawberries and grapes...make a banana split.
BCT happens once a month at the office to celebrate the birthdays of everyone born that month. It consists of six different Baskin Robbins ice cream cakes in various flavors (and the break from work that goes with it).
The festivities were scheduled for 3pm today. Because I am me, I was counting on BCT to be the highlight of my work week.
At 2:45 pm, the office received a mass email that the Baskin Robbins employee in charge of our cake order had gone on vacation and not told anyone else about the order. So no cakes were made. Instead, there were two very small containers of unwashed grapes and strawberries.
So what did I do? I came home from work and concocted a mint cookie crunch/brownie/chocolate banana split. For dinner.
Philosophical tid-bit of the day: When life hands you strawberries and grapes...make a banana split.
August 15, 2011
August 12, 2011
Do you hear that sound?
That's the sound of my social life/free time taking it its last few breaths.
I just got the notification that I've been approved by the CPA board to sit for exams.
Which means that I can/should/must start studying for the exams.
Goodbye free nights. Goodbye lazy weekends. I will miss you for the next 9-12 months.
I just got the notification that I've been approved by the CPA board to sit for exams.
Which means that I can/should/must start studying for the exams.
Goodbye free nights. Goodbye lazy weekends. I will miss you for the next 9-12 months.
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