Desktop Favorites

OK, it's about a thousand years since I wrote on my blog. And I don't really have time to do it now.

So instead I'm just going to attach 3 things that I found saved on my desktop that I sort of love. (And yes, one of them is from what appears to be a poetry slam. Don't judge me.)

1) My postsecret secret. I didn't write it, but it's basically mine.

2) This lady's intense. But I love this, especially the part where she talks to her future daughter.

3) And this Damn You Autocorrect which never fails to make me laugh.

Yeah, that's all I've got right now. But you know me, I'll be back someday.

Here it is

This is what my oldest brother got me for Christmas.

Bonus points if you know what these things added together make. More bonus points if you buy one for me the next time we're at a bar because they're my favorites but I only can only afford beer or cheap wine at bars.

Also, I'm totally going to Ireland and Scotland in the Fall, hopefully Britain as well. I'm saying it on the blog so that it will come true. (That's how it works.)

Get pumped for the Bachelor tonight!

Puppy Love

This is my roommate Jen's dog, Roxy.

Roxy is an energetic, sweet black lab. We have a lot of fun together.

This is one of Roxy's sick nasty, slimy, drool-covered tennis balls.

This is Roxy staring at the ball that she has loving dropped at my feet (better than on my lap), in hopes that I will preferably pick it up and throw it for her, but she would settle for me kicking it across the room.

She will stay in this pose for at least 10 minutes. This dog does not know when to give up. And she needs to. Because I do like her a lot, but I am not touching that ball.

Song of the Day: Whatever It Is by Zac Brown Band (Sometimes I love a good country song.)

You're Welcome

Whelp, it's Sunday night which means that I am wide awake when I should be asleep. (And, consequently, that I'm going to be very grumpy and need lots of coffee tomorrow.)

Obviously, I am listening to the new John Mayer single on repeat while cuddling up under my down comforter and staring at the ceiling.

This clearly means that I am feeling inspired to journal, but I really don't want to get up to turn the light on. Thank goodness I have a blog, right?

I realize that I have not been blogging very often lately. You all probably don't really care, but I miss it. And while I'll probably never achieve the 32 blog posts in one month as seen last January, I do have a plan to up my blog game a little.

That plan may or may not involve blogging while I eat my lunch alone at my desk. But now that I've typed that, it makes me feel kind of pathetic. So maybe I'll go eat lunch with my co-workers and not blog. Or I'll just continue to do what I've been doing which is catch up on work emails and check facebook. I have so many options.

I'm going to go to sleep now, but I'll leave you with a question that I believe is plaguing all of humanity right now: How do I get Miley Cyrus' Party in the USA out of my head? Seriously, I need some help.

Song of the Night: Who Says by John Mayer

Bored

I feel like I should be blogging all the time. I mean, there's some cool stuff happening in my life.

In about 2 weeks, I'm going to have all my stuff packed up and be headed out to Arizona.

It's exciting and crazy.

But in the meantime, my life is oddly boring.

I'm sitting at home right now, and I have no idea what to do with myself. I could start packing, but it just doesn't seem to quite be that time yet. (Remember, I'm a last minute packer. And everything I own can fit in my Blazer, so it's not really that hard to pack.)

I read Taming of the Shrew. I did the dishes. I wrote in my journal. I sent a couple of emails. I had a pretty long solo karaoke session. I started thinking about how I should plan out my next couple of weeks, and never got around to actually doing it. I took some quizzes on Sporcle. I watched a movie from Netflix. (It was French and I didn't really get it. I mean I understood it, but I didn't get it.) I even pulled out a knitting project I started a year and half ago and worked on it.

I have literally nothing else to do with myself.

But I am wide awake.

I am really looking forward to having a job in a couple of weeks.

In the meantime, I guess I'll go watch Hope Floats for the 63rd time.

Actually, that's a great idea.

I have to go...

Yep.

Probably could've told you this without going to the website, but I enjoy having the internet confirm that I'm one of a kind.

HowManyOfMe.com

There are or fewer people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

Shrooms and a Mocha... Yum

Here's a tale straight from the streets...  Grand Street.

Scene: 9:30 AM.  Grand Street Coffee.  I stand behind the counter.  A chime dings, someone enters.  It is a man.  A balding man, wearing shorts and an Abercrombie and Fitch tank top.  I am excited to interact with him.

Me: "Hello!"

Man:  "Hi."

Me:  "What can I get you?"

Man:  "I want a mocha with two extra shots... I did 'shrooms for the first time last night."

Me (slightly taken aback at the announcement but rolling with it):  "Alright!  How'd that go for ya?"

Man (with look of concentration):  "It went alright.  I remember jumping out of a car.  The car was going slow, though.  But we had hit a curb and I was worried we would explode."

Me:  "Yeah... "

Man:  "Can I get a lot of whip cream on that?"

Me:  "Sure."

And... Scene.

This Counts as a Post, Right?

I read an article in the Washington Post today saying that crocs were going out of style and the company is going to go bust any day now.  I won't pretend I'm sad about that bit of news.  I'm pretty proud of myself for never hopping on that bandwagon.  I discussed it a little for practical purposes in the Canyon but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.  There's something about an oversized neon clog that just doesn't please me aesthetically.  

In other news, I got rejected from yet another job today.  I'm essentially numb to it at this point, as it's happened so frequently over the last 6 months.  I think if I keep my expectations shockingly low, it will be a wonderful surprise when someone (besides a retail business) actually hires me. 

I still haven't really decided what to do with all the dead time.  The other day I decided I should use it to start writing my first opus, but I just haven't found the right inspiration.  Oh, well.  Guess I'll stick to blogging and watching bad reality TV.

Last on this list of random topics, I watched JK Rowling: A Year in the Life last night.  I desperately want to be her.  For many, many reasons, but mainly, in an over-arching way, because she is awesome.

Song of the Day: Tuesday in Amsterdam by Counting Crows

Tags Say It All

I just determined that you officially don't need to read my blog anymore.  Everything you need to know about me can be found by looking at my tags cloud on the bottom right.

It tells you what I talk about the most on this blog.

The Canyon is clearly the biggest, followed by coffee shops and the scariness of being an adult.  The awesomeness of Missouri and road trips, the fun of life, baseball, and the bachelor round out the top of the list.

Yep.  Pretty much sums it up.

I'm stressed over being a grown-up and I love the Canyon, coffee, Missouri, road trips, life, baseball and the bachelor.  In that order.

(Just so you know, I'm aware that this isn't a very good post, but I'm trying to make it seem like I have something to talk about other than TV shows.  Blog anxiety is ugly, people.  Enjoy.)

I love Craigslist

I don't know if you all know this about me, but I love craigslist.  I love it.  

Even after that dude stalked and killed some girl through craigslist, I still love it.  (And I stay away from the sex solicitations, so I feel pretty safe.)

There are several things I love to do while on craigslist:

1) Send hilarious ads for jobs in KC to my friend Lacey.  I'm just trying to make sure she realizes that there are ample job opportunities should she want to move here.  They have included a family seeking someone to make them Chinese noodle soup daily and actors for sex tapes (used for educational purposes only).  She declined both of those and several other awesome ones.

2) Look for apartments in cities that I don't live in but I want to.  For example, today I spent about an hour and a half looking at apartments in DC.  Because I enjoy DC and I think it would be fun to live there.  I make up a pretend budget for myself and figure out what neighborhood I'd want to live in.  Then I find awesome deals on great apartments.  I'm actually pretty good at this and feel confident that, should I face a move sometime, I could find myself a pretty legit place to live.  

3)  Read the missed connections.  Because they're just funny.

What did people possibly do before the internet? 

I Was Always Mario, Luigi Sucked

Have you ever seriously wondered if you accidentally stumbled into an alternate universe?

That happened to me today in Leawood, Kansas.  And the alternate universe was World 4 from Super Mario Bros. 3 on Super Nintendo.  That's right, Giant World.

It all started when Ashley and I headed out to Leawood for Liz's bridal shower.  Leawood is a suburb of KC that has a lot of big fancy strip malls and such with every kind of chain you could ever imagine.  

We started out at a Target Greatland which is basically a supersize Target.  We both commented on how huge it was as we wondered through, looking through Liz's registry.

We then had to drive about 15 miles to get to the house the shower was at.  During the drive, we first noticed an extremely large Home Depot.  Then there was a huge Panera.  And then a giant Macy's.  

And it just kept going.  Over-sized Red Lobster, giant Bank of America, humungous Starbucks.  On and on.  Everything was just slightly jumbo sized.  I started to legitimately wonder if I was getting smaller.

It probably would've been more rational to make a comment on the Super-Size It attitude of American consumers, but instead I just kept screaming to Ashley about how weird this was and how I really felt like I was in Super Mario.  I think that's perfectly rational.

Long story short, the burbs are creepy and soul-stealing.  

High-Falutin' Vocab

I have discovered that there are a few words in the English language that are impossible to say without sounding like a pretentious tool.

These are mainly words that are borrowed from other languages, but are now commonly used in American English.  The problem is when you just say these words without remotely even trying to pronounce them correctly, you sound ignorant and uncultured, but when you take a stab at the actual pronunciation, you sound overwhelmingly pompous.

The best example of this is the word milieu.

Seriously, try using it in conversation today.  It is impossible to say it without sounding like Alex Trebek.  And let's be real, every time Trebek makes is a point to say some word on Jeopardy with "correct pronunciation and inflection," I call him names.  Intelligent-sounding names, but not nice ones.  Because he sounds like a bombastic dweeb and nothing deserves name-calling more.

The problem is, I like the word milieu and I'm going to keep using it even though I'll probably giggle a little every time I do.  It's just how I roll.

Yeah, this is the kind of blog post you get a 2:45 in the morning.  I'll come up with something with social significance in the daylight. 

Goodnight.