So I haven't written here in awhile and I'll try and catch you up on what's been going on. Work has been great--I love the people I work with and I'm not sure I could ask for much more. Secret Santa is currently going on in the office and I am pimping my Secret Santa out. It's pretty awesome. This week will be many festivities pertaining to Christmas, which is also a lot of fun and I really can't wait. I love it!
My semester has ended and it feels AMAZING. I was getting so sick of the classes, so it's nice to not be too busy right now and to be moving on. I like that feeling and I'm excited for the moving on part. However, it's always a little bit disheartening to know that with each semester passed, you're getting older. Not to say that my old age of 22 is anything too painful, but sometimes I play the numbers game, ya know? My age is completely irrelevant to anything, but still sometimes I just don't like the idea of getting older. Complex? Maybe, but oh well.
I can't believe that there are only 12 days left until Christmas and I have not finished shopping. I bought some pretty sweet gifts so far, but there is still much shopping to be done. The mall that I went to today was insanity. Pure and utter chaos and almost annoying. I feel as though shopping around Christmas ruins the Christmas cheery feeling that you're supposed to have, because you're too busy cutting cars off in the parking lot, fumbling through racks of clothing to find your size medium shirt and hearing about the break-ins of cars around the holidays. It really sucks that things like that need to happen.
Currently, the thought of going back to RI for the holidays is awesome. I love living in Connecticut now, but RI is just so Christmas. It's what I relate to when I think about Christmas and think about all of the great things we do around Christmas. I'm really, really looking forward to the girls' Christmas party this year, as it's always something that brings old friends back together. Unfortunately this year we will be down a participant or two.
I'm dying to have an Ugly Christmas Sweater Party but I'm thinking it may need to be post-Christmas. I need to consider the details a bit more and then figure out whether or not it could happen.
Have a great weekend!
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
My Quilt?
No, no, children--I'm not talking about any form of bedding whatsoever. I kind of (and by kind of I mean totally) stole this idea from a fellow blogger, Chelsea, and completely ganked it. I figured it would make a good post and that I need to hustle with these posts, as I have been slacking. And for those of you who have complained that I haven't written in awhile, I recognize that I've been slacking and everyone tells me that admitting you have a problem is the first step.
So here goes:
GOOD SQUARES
-I have kick ass (I need to stop swearing so much) family and friends who get me through every single day and I am beyond thankful for that.
-I have a pretty standard group of readers who read my blog and read about my shenanigans and that’s pretty awesome as well.
-I’m in grad school and doing well
-I’m currently manifesting old relationships as new ones and in turn talking to about 4 different boys. Text messages are a dime a dozen and dinner/drink invitations are plentiful. This, I totally place in a good square.
-I got buy one, get one coupons in the mail from Yankee Candle. No, I’m not 45 years old, I just have an insane obsession with candles. Just bought Eggnog and Christmas Wreath and I could not be more excited for the holidays.
-Tucker Max is writing a new book called “Assholes Finish First” and the “I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell” movie comes out in 09. I’ll be counting down the days!
RANDOM SQUARES THAT HAVE NO TYPE OF MEANING IN THE PATTERN OF THE QUILT
-LOST. One word, means so much.
-My “The Office” theme song ringtone is amazing and I find myself either humming along to it or dancing everytime it goes off
-Bagel King. I’ve never tasted a bagel so good as this one and the blended iced coffee is to die for. It’s a Sunday morning tradition around these parts.
BAD SQUARES
-Kind of broke. Kind of wish I got paid to write this blog.
-The fan piece of my laptop, I want to smash it. It makes this terrible buzzing noise anytime the laptop is on and it sounds like it’s going to airlift and fly away. I need to look into getting this fixed.
-I work too much and don’t get paid enough…the story of everyone’s lives, right?
-Homework. So over it.
-I have successfully put almost 17,000 miles on my brand new Corolla and I’ve only had it since March. Do the math. Not good.
So that’s my quilt. There ya have it. I’m pretty sure I could have made this another indecently long post, but I neglected to do that because I actually have homework. Which sucks, by the way. I’ll be sure to write about last night’s bar adventures soon…probably after I finish the stupid homework.
So here goes:
GOOD SQUARES
-I have kick ass (I need to stop swearing so much) family and friends who get me through every single day and I am beyond thankful for that.
-I have a pretty standard group of readers who read my blog and read about my shenanigans and that’s pretty awesome as well.
-I’m in grad school and doing well
-I’m currently manifesting old relationships as new ones and in turn talking to about 4 different boys. Text messages are a dime a dozen and dinner/drink invitations are plentiful. This, I totally place in a good square.
-I got buy one, get one coupons in the mail from Yankee Candle. No, I’m not 45 years old, I just have an insane obsession with candles. Just bought Eggnog and Christmas Wreath and I could not be more excited for the holidays.
-Tucker Max is writing a new book called “Assholes Finish First” and the “I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell” movie comes out in 09. I’ll be counting down the days!
RANDOM SQUARES THAT HAVE NO TYPE OF MEANING IN THE PATTERN OF THE QUILT
-LOST. One word, means so much.
-My “The Office” theme song ringtone is amazing and I find myself either humming along to it or dancing everytime it goes off
-Bagel King. I’ve never tasted a bagel so good as this one and the blended iced coffee is to die for. It’s a Sunday morning tradition around these parts.
BAD SQUARES
-Kind of broke. Kind of wish I got paid to write this blog.
-The fan piece of my laptop, I want to smash it. It makes this terrible buzzing noise anytime the laptop is on and it sounds like it’s going to airlift and fly away. I need to look into getting this fixed.
-I work too much and don’t get paid enough…the story of everyone’s lives, right?
-Homework. So over it.
-I have successfully put almost 17,000 miles on my brand new Corolla and I’ve only had it since March. Do the math. Not good.
So that’s my quilt. There ya have it. I’m pretty sure I could have made this another indecently long post, but I neglected to do that because I actually have homework. Which sucks, by the way. I’ll be sure to write about last night’s bar adventures soon…probably after I finish the stupid homework.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Long Awaited Return?
Yes, yes...I'm back by popular demand...well, sort of. Granted, there are probably only like, 5 people who read this and 1 or 2 that read it religiously and even then I think it's a stretch.
Nonetheless, I am back and jonesin' more than ever. I just kind of wanted to use the word 'jonesin' because I've never really used it before. I am, however, jonesin' for a passion fruit vodka and cran right about now, and in my neck of the hood, on Tuesday's it's "Two Dollar Tuesday's" a.k.a. almost every drink you can imagine (especially at my favorite watering hole in CT) for a mere $2.00. TALK...ABOUT...A...DEAL! Sadly, I'm missing this weekly occasion this Tuesday and, quite frankly, I believe I've been missing it too much lately. I mean, how can you pass up a deal so great as the one that is placed in front of me each and every Tuesday night. Just a thought but now I'm going to move on because it's going to get me even more engulfed in the idea of how much my life has evolved in one year. Oh, and not to mention, one of my favorite co-workers is at my favorite watering hole right now as I just found out through a text message, which makes me even more upset because he's a riot.
Moving on, this post is going to be a lot of random thought. Sometimes I wish I could write in that fluid, creative style that is just random thoughts with no punctuation, no transitions, nothing. The name of this particular style of writing escapes me at the current moment, but I wish I could write like that. I have a bunch of stuff I wanted to cover in this post, but I'm not so sure it'll happen.
So I think it's actually been a couple of weeks since I've written, but as they say "absence makes the heart grow fonder", so I'm hoping that's what you're feeling right now. I promise I'll have a lot more to say in future. In the meantime, be sure to check out John Mayer's blog because it's amazingly profound and I need to meet him (www.johnmayer.com/blog), Angelina Jolie's photo spread in the November issue of W Magazine and The Office this Thursday night at 9pm, I believe.
Keep it classy*
Nonetheless, I am back and jonesin' more than ever. I just kind of wanted to use the word 'jonesin' because I've never really used it before. I am, however, jonesin' for a passion fruit vodka and cran right about now, and in my neck of the hood, on Tuesday's it's "Two Dollar Tuesday's" a.k.a. almost every drink you can imagine (especially at my favorite watering hole in CT) for a mere $2.00. TALK...ABOUT...A...DEAL! Sadly, I'm missing this weekly occasion this Tuesday and, quite frankly, I believe I've been missing it too much lately. I mean, how can you pass up a deal so great as the one that is placed in front of me each and every Tuesday night. Just a thought but now I'm going to move on because it's going to get me even more engulfed in the idea of how much my life has evolved in one year. Oh, and not to mention, one of my favorite co-workers is at my favorite watering hole right now as I just found out through a text message, which makes me even more upset because he's a riot.
Moving on, this post is going to be a lot of random thought. Sometimes I wish I could write in that fluid, creative style that is just random thoughts with no punctuation, no transitions, nothing. The name of this particular style of writing escapes me at the current moment, but I wish I could write like that. I have a bunch of stuff I wanted to cover in this post, but I'm not so sure it'll happen.
So I think it's actually been a couple of weeks since I've written, but as they say "absence makes the heart grow fonder", so I'm hoping that's what you're feeling right now. I promise I'll have a lot more to say in future. In the meantime, be sure to check out John Mayer's blog because it's amazingly profound and I need to meet him (www.johnmayer.com/blog), Angelina Jolie's photo spread in the November issue of W Magazine and The Office this Thursday night at 9pm, I believe.
Keep it classy*
Saturday, October 25, 2008
"Next!"
So, my best friend, Anthony, has a very strong opinion when it comes to me and men. First of all, I ALWAYS has his opinion, so I can't scold him for having one. However, I will say, he never thinks anyone is good enough. Whether it be their name, background, etc., Anthony NEVER can say "yea, good call, good choice". NEVER.
Just a thought...because currently there is someone...who Anthony thinks is not good enough due to his name.
Just a thought...because currently there is someone...who Anthony thinks is not good enough due to his name.
Monday, October 20, 2008
Weekends in Italy
Over the past few days I've been thinking about a great variety of really random things. These things include, but are not limited to, and in no particular order, are the following:
1. Weekends in Italy
2. How much I want to study abroad in grad school
3. How much I hate the untag option on Facebook
4. How thankful I am for my life
5. How I'm so sick of talking about the Presidential election, global warming and the "economic crisis"
6. How I love my job, but I wish it was full-time...and at the same time how I'm happy it's NOT full-time.
7. Etc. Etc. Etc.
Most of these are general thoughts, however numero uno seems a little peculiar, I'm sure. I was thinking about the weekends in Italy from 2007. When I studied abroad, I was never eager for the next day. I was never anxious about getting a day finished and onto the next. I never wanted the weekdays to fly by and get to the weekends. Not saying that I didn't love my weekends (that's what this post will eventually evolve into) but more commenting on the fact that I honestly and truly "lived each day to the fullest", as cliche as it may seem. I literally seized each and every friggin' day. Not many people can say they go through life doing that, and I'm not going to claim I'm still doing it, however, I know that I should.
In Italy, my days were full of class, exploring the espresso, exploring the surroundings and exploring the nightlife. Granted, this does not sound like the most stressful of situations, and I'm not going to say that it was, by any stretch of the imagination. Basically, I was constantly busy. I napped twice in Italy. Twice. Count em. On average, I got about 5 hours of sleep each night, getting home around 5am and waking up at 10am for my first class. Give or take a few days, and a few hours. It was about 90-something degrees each day with full humidity and I remember actually having the nerve to complain about how hot it was. What was I thinking? WHAT the HELL was I THINKING?! I would do anything to be back in that humidity, walking 4 miles to school every morning with my roommate, Veronica. Veronica would make me walk everywhere, everyday, and in the end, I'm so glad we rarely took public transportation. The things I saw on the old city streets of Rome are things I will never forgot and can never be replaced.
This past weekend, I was thinking: we would travel every weekend in Italy, never spending one weekend in Rome. At the end of each weekend, even though we loved all of the places we traveled, we were always ready to be back at home in our apartment in the middle of Trastevere, Rome. Why was that? I'm not quite sure. I was trying to think of a reason myself, because I'm typically not like that. I live for adventure. I live for being somewhere different, always. I'm not sure why we would always be excited to get home. I'm thinking it was because we never ran out of things to do in Rome. I never once said "wow, I'm bored".
I aspire to someday live in a place that feeds me constantly, more metaphorically than anything. I want to be in a place, maybe Rome, that isn't boring, that doesn't have that "end of the weekend" feeling like Connecticut does (haha). I love Connecticut, sort of, but I mean, for obvious reasons it does not compare to Rome. If you have any ideas as to why I felt this way, let me know. I just really wonder why I was so content. I want to feel that way again with home. However, I think I left my heart close to where I left my dreams. I'm not sure if I'll ever really feel like that about Connecticut. Ya win some, ya lose some, Constitution State.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
"I like my money right where I can see it...hanging in my closet!"
Ohhh, Carrie Bradshaw--how you epitomize my thought process, time and time again! So here's the thing: I am absolutely OBSESSED with fashion. Not only fashion, but style. The artistic process of having an idea, putting together a garment, choosing color and everything else in between all of those steps, and not particularly in that order. I've always been a fan of clothing in general, especially designer items and quite frankly it's in my blood to be a part of this industry, I'm now sure of it. My grandmothers have always designed and sewn up clothing, one of them worked for Vogue in New York City in the 40's and 50's. My mom had instilled in me when I was younger that although we weren't making clothes as a means to get by, it always gave you what you wanted. It was, I believe, her way to get exactly what she was looking for and put her own creativity into the mix.
Needless to say, with all the women in my family being creative in the aspect of fashion, both the design and production of a garment, my mom signed me up for sewing lessons when I was younger. It was a pretty legit place, actually and I hate to say it but I don't even know how many times a week I would go. Let's just put it this way, I felt like I freaking lived there. While most little girls were still in dance lessons, I was learning how to produce what I loved, and that was clothing. By age 11 I had my first fashion show, which showcased 4 garments I created. And let's be real here, I know for a fact one of the garments was a bubble skirt that had bright red, purple, yellow and white tulips all over it...another garment was a pajama set. It was nothing haute couture, believe me, but it was something. After that point, I became a little sick of all of it and moved on.
However, sophomore year of high school we had a term paper. I had been known for carrying around a (fake..ugh...) Louis Vuitton Speedy 30 bag and decided I would write my term paper on the evolution of fashion and style. I did great on it, and debated a career in the fashion industry.
Lo and behold, I was a Business Economics major in college, but had a few really great opportunities in the fashion industry. I was an intern for Betsey Johnson in NYC and actually, in the end, got to work at Fashion Week where she showed her Fall 2007 collection. I also recently ended an internship at Hanesbrands in NYC where I assisted with the Bali, Barely There and Wonderbra lines in the Merchandising department. I loved all of the color and design that surrounded me, which kind of leads me to the place I am at currently.
I want a full-time job in fashion. For awhile I was unsure if it was REALLY something I wanted. After interning in, I swear, EVERY aspect of business, I really, really enjoy the style industry. Creativity, design, production, merchandising and what have you...I love it all! It can be a tough industry to work in, I'll say that. There are times when it seems like it's dead end and there are times when you are so high off of the excitement of being under The Tent at Fashion Week in Bryant Park. I wanna do it. I definitely wanna do it.
So, there you have it. My history in the world of style and fashion. Know any contacts in the industry? Holler at your girl.
Needless to say, with all the women in my family being creative in the aspect of fashion, both the design and production of a garment, my mom signed me up for sewing lessons when I was younger. It was a pretty legit place, actually and I hate to say it but I don't even know how many times a week I would go. Let's just put it this way, I felt like I freaking lived there. While most little girls were still in dance lessons, I was learning how to produce what I loved, and that was clothing. By age 11 I had my first fashion show, which showcased 4 garments I created. And let's be real here, I know for a fact one of the garments was a bubble skirt that had bright red, purple, yellow and white tulips all over it...another garment was a pajama set. It was nothing haute couture, believe me, but it was something. After that point, I became a little sick of all of it and moved on.
However, sophomore year of high school we had a term paper. I had been known for carrying around a (fake..ugh...) Louis Vuitton Speedy 30 bag and decided I would write my term paper on the evolution of fashion and style. I did great on it, and debated a career in the fashion industry.
Lo and behold, I was a Business Economics major in college, but had a few really great opportunities in the fashion industry. I was an intern for Betsey Johnson in NYC and actually, in the end, got to work at Fashion Week where she showed her Fall 2007 collection. I also recently ended an internship at Hanesbrands in NYC where I assisted with the Bali, Barely There and Wonderbra lines in the Merchandising department. I loved all of the color and design that surrounded me, which kind of leads me to the place I am at currently.
I want a full-time job in fashion. For awhile I was unsure if it was REALLY something I wanted. After interning in, I swear, EVERY aspect of business, I really, really enjoy the style industry. Creativity, design, production, merchandising and what have you...I love it all! It can be a tough industry to work in, I'll say that. There are times when it seems like it's dead end and there are times when you are so high off of the excitement of being under The Tent at Fashion Week in Bryant Park. I wanna do it. I definitely wanna do it.
So, there you have it. My history in the world of style and fashion. Know any contacts in the industry? Holler at your girl.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Stuff White People Like
If you know anything about anything, you'd know that Stuff White People Like is the second best blog on the internet, right after mine. It basically chronicles stuff that white people like. Pretty plain and simple. SO, if you haven't, I highly advise that you take a gander. I promise you'll laugh.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
The Return Text.
Well, I'm finding myself waiting...FOR DAYS. I've realized it's probably not worth the wait anymore, but let me tell you, I HATE waiting for somebody to return my form of communication. Call it what you will, but I absolutely do not have the patience nor the tolerance to wait around for a reciprocal message. Whether it's an Instant Message that is taking way more than the average response time, a text, a call-back, I can't handle it. I go absolutely mental. Not to sound like an anal, time-constrainted freak, but sometimes, lack of punctuality bothers the hell out of me.
I say this because Mufasa missed me, remember? Yea, well, I decided it was a good idea to punt my dignity and self-respect out the window like Adam Vinatieri would punt a football and text Mufasa on Monday...yea, still nothing. I don't want to make him sound like a douchebag asshole, because in all honesty, I don't actually believe that he is. I don't believe that his intentions are malicious and I don't believe that he's a bad person in the least, I just think his priorities are fucked three ways towards the weekend (thanks, Wedding Crashers, for that phenomenal phrase). Sorry if I'm vulgar, but refer to the very first post of this blog: I'm pretty sure I put a disclaimer out there saying I've got the mouth of a sailor. But I digress...I don't think Mufasa is mean, bad or anything of the sort, his life is just pretty effed up at the current moment, meaning he can't figure a damn thing out about anything...if that made any sense...
Moral of the story? Waiting for the return text is not only annoying, but discouraging. Bleh.
I say this because Mufasa missed me, remember? Yea, well, I decided it was a good idea to punt my dignity and self-respect out the window like Adam Vinatieri would punt a football and text Mufasa on Monday...yea, still nothing. I don't want to make him sound like a douchebag asshole, because in all honesty, I don't actually believe that he is. I don't believe that his intentions are malicious and I don't believe that he's a bad person in the least, I just think his priorities are fucked three ways towards the weekend (thanks, Wedding Crashers, for that phenomenal phrase). Sorry if I'm vulgar, but refer to the very first post of this blog: I'm pretty sure I put a disclaimer out there saying I've got the mouth of a sailor. But I digress...I don't think Mufasa is mean, bad or anything of the sort, his life is just pretty effed up at the current moment, meaning he can't figure a damn thing out about anything...if that made any sense...
Moral of the story? Waiting for the return text is not only annoying, but discouraging. Bleh.
Monday, October 6, 2008
...about that last post...or shall I say, "Ai Jesus"?
Well, I can't/won't take it back, because I meant it, but it was a rather intoxicated post. I was irritated and frankly, I still am. But nonetheless I had a fabulous weekend. I really couldn't have asked for much more, as it was Alumni Weekend at my lovelyyy, guidorific alma mater (guidorific is only half true, not EVERYONE is like that...but it's funny to joke about 'those guys'--and the words 'alma mater' just made me sound very old). Great time seeing friends and drinking during the day for no reason other than that's what goes down on Alumni Weekend.
Once again, myself and my closest amigas frequented our favorite dive bar. Once again, I came into contact with Abs, who actually gave myself and my friends free drinks all night. When I say 'gave', I use that term very loosely, considering everytime he'd open a beer for someone I would slyly take it out of his hands and pass it off to one of my friends or keep it for myself. And when I say 'all night', that could be any duration of time, I really have no idea...intoxication ensued on Saturday night, end of story. The best part is, I actually was drunk enough to call him out on posting pictures of myself and my friends on his CreepSpace. I also refered to him as Abs, something I use only for this blog, to ensure that his anonymity is kept.
Along with Abs, considering he isn't actually employed at the Dive Bar, came seeing Mufasa, who actually IS employed at the Dive. Ai Jesus (Ai Jesus = oh god, in Portuguese, FYI). I (proudly) obtained a pretty sweet (and sweaty, liquor-stained) Alumni Weekend t-shirt that they were giving out if you arrived early enough. Due to the fact I was drinking heavily, I did not arrive early enough, therefore I obtained MUFASA'S pretty sweet (and sweaty, liquor-stained) Alumni Weekend t-shirt. Ai Jesus. Much chit-chat occured, "catching up" in under 10 minutes and asking each other how we were doing and vise versa. Then, he HAD to drop the line "I miss you, Kris". He just had to, didn't he? Doesn't it just make sense that the second he is, in all cliche-ness, out of sight out of mind, that he decides it's appropriate to let me know that he misses my existence? Ai Jesus. So what do I say? "Yea, yea I miss you, too". WHAT?! Oh hey, dignity? Self-respect? Yea, CIAO! because I decided it was also appropriate to let him know that I missed him, with no regard to the dignity and self-respect things. I mean, as my friends and I love to say, he was great before he started sucking. I'm still trying to figure out if this is something I'm going to do, to sort of, re-initiate things...I guess you'll need to stay tuned.
Moving on--now it's Monday. I'm absolutely exhausted, I'm currently chugging a Venti Skinny Vanilla Latte in hopes of some sort of revival of my energy so I can head to the library and continue the slave labor that is known as my M.B.A. and quite frankly, that's not how I intended on spending my Monday night. On the upside, I think I may tune in and watch (get ready...) 'The Hills' tonight on MTV. I know what you're thinking. "Wow, this Kristen, she sure likes intelligent media". And the response to that is no, no I do not. I love The Hills, I love LOST and I adore Perez Hilton. So much for intelligent media.
The only real reason I'm writing this right now is because Tamara has this shit bookmarked on her computer and whenever she's bored she somehow turns it into me having to write a blog entry. Beyond that, I'm also waiting for a 20-page document to print from my computer that is taking entirely too long.
Is it time to go to Spain yet?
Once again, myself and my closest amigas frequented our favorite dive bar. Once again, I came into contact with Abs, who actually gave myself and my friends free drinks all night. When I say 'gave', I use that term very loosely, considering everytime he'd open a beer for someone I would slyly take it out of his hands and pass it off to one of my friends or keep it for myself. And when I say 'all night', that could be any duration of time, I really have no idea...intoxication ensued on Saturday night, end of story. The best part is, I actually was drunk enough to call him out on posting pictures of myself and my friends on his CreepSpace. I also refered to him as Abs, something I use only for this blog, to ensure that his anonymity is kept.
Along with Abs, considering he isn't actually employed at the Dive Bar, came seeing Mufasa, who actually IS employed at the Dive. Ai Jesus (Ai Jesus = oh god, in Portuguese, FYI). I (proudly) obtained a pretty sweet (and sweaty, liquor-stained) Alumni Weekend t-shirt that they were giving out if you arrived early enough. Due to the fact I was drinking heavily, I did not arrive early enough, therefore I obtained MUFASA'S pretty sweet (and sweaty, liquor-stained) Alumni Weekend t-shirt. Ai Jesus. Much chit-chat occured, "catching up" in under 10 minutes and asking each other how we were doing and vise versa. Then, he HAD to drop the line "I miss you, Kris". He just had to, didn't he? Doesn't it just make sense that the second he is, in all cliche-ness, out of sight out of mind, that he decides it's appropriate to let me know that he misses my existence? Ai Jesus. So what do I say? "Yea, yea I miss you, too". WHAT?! Oh hey, dignity? Self-respect? Yea, CIAO! because I decided it was also appropriate to let him know that I missed him, with no regard to the dignity and self-respect things. I mean, as my friends and I love to say, he was great before he started sucking. I'm still trying to figure out if this is something I'm going to do, to sort of, re-initiate things...I guess you'll need to stay tuned.
Moving on--now it's Monday. I'm absolutely exhausted, I'm currently chugging a Venti Skinny Vanilla Latte in hopes of some sort of revival of my energy so I can head to the library and continue the slave labor that is known as my M.B.A. and quite frankly, that's not how I intended on spending my Monday night. On the upside, I think I may tune in and watch (get ready...) 'The Hills' tonight on MTV. I know what you're thinking. "Wow, this Kristen, she sure likes intelligent media". And the response to that is no, no I do not. I love The Hills, I love LOST and I adore Perez Hilton. So much for intelligent media.
The only real reason I'm writing this right now is because Tamara has this shit bookmarked on her computer and whenever she's bored she somehow turns it into me having to write a blog entry. Beyond that, I'm also waiting for a 20-page document to print from my computer that is taking entirely too long.
Is it time to go to Spain yet?
Friday, October 3, 2008
This may be awkward because I'm a lil intox....
....but one of my roommates, Valerie, is the mother fucking Gestapo of electricity. You can't make this shit up. Homegirl will turn off my light while I'm showering and I need to Helen Keller my way back to my room, yet has the balls-forward audacity to keep her television on for 4 hours when we're at the mahhhhfuckin bar. Like, really? She has the mofo audacity to yell when we're two rooms away, about keeping a light on, yet clearly, she isn't a fucking chemist. Depending on what type of light you use (incandescent or flourescent) it can cost more to turn it off and on in a short period of a time than it would to just leave it on. However, this is not the same for televisions. So thanks, Val, for jackin up the bill by leaving ABC Family on for 4 years. Hope your empty ass bed really enjoyed The Secret Life of An American Teenager.
GOOD TIMES.
discuss.
GOOD TIMES.
discuss.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
My friends are brilliant...and I just write this blog.
I want to start out by saying that my friends are fan-freaking-tastic. We come from a small town in Rhode Island where not much goes on and basically not many people before us really left the town. It's a definite homebody, close-knit community full of middle to upper class people, and people on the Southern part of town are 98% Portuguese, meaning, the people my age are first-generation Americans.
Regardless of where the people come from, I seemed to find myself a niche 8 years ago in high school. I had a niche of friends and we honestly and truly were inseperable. We all went out different ways upon graduating and explored different areas of the country and the world. Now, after the culmination of college, I would like to think I have some of the best people in the world, as my personal friends. The amount of things these people have seen and done is phenomenal. Let's put it this way: one of my friends moved out to Chicago, she works as a consultant for a huge company and she's going phenomenally being her own, amazing self, in Chitown. Three of my friends are engineers, with the fourth on his way after he completes his last year of college, due to enrolling in a 5-year program. One of my friends moved to D.C. to begin her job and two left D.C.: one in search of a Master's degree in Public Health at USC and the other moved to Spain to teach children in an elementary school English. One of my friends works for GE in upstate New York as a PR girl and she rocks the party at what she does. She really is one of the best people in the world, or at least I think so, that could be doing PR for GE.
One of my friends moved down by the beaches and is teaching at an elementary school, and two others are in doctorate programs for physical therapy. My saving grace works as an accountant for a large insurance company in Boston and my other saving grace has moved to London and now works as an investment banker there. One of them works for a non-profit organization and gets to rub elbows with the likes of Alicia Keys. She's been to Africa countless times and spends her every waking moment making a difference. I really do have the most kick-ass group of friends a chick can ask for. I could go on, but I don't want you to feel bad about your friends ;-) kidding. But really, I could go on, but I feel as though I've done enough bragging for today...
Regardless of where the people come from, I seemed to find myself a niche 8 years ago in high school. I had a niche of friends and we honestly and truly were inseperable. We all went out different ways upon graduating and explored different areas of the country and the world. Now, after the culmination of college, I would like to think I have some of the best people in the world, as my personal friends. The amount of things these people have seen and done is phenomenal. Let's put it this way: one of my friends moved out to Chicago, she works as a consultant for a huge company and she's going phenomenally being her own, amazing self, in Chitown. Three of my friends are engineers, with the fourth on his way after he completes his last year of college, due to enrolling in a 5-year program. One of my friends moved to D.C. to begin her job and two left D.C.: one in search of a Master's degree in Public Health at USC and the other moved to Spain to teach children in an elementary school English. One of my friends works for GE in upstate New York as a PR girl and she rocks the party at what she does. She really is one of the best people in the world, or at least I think so, that could be doing PR for GE.
One of my friends moved down by the beaches and is teaching at an elementary school, and two others are in doctorate programs for physical therapy. My saving grace works as an accountant for a large insurance company in Boston and my other saving grace has moved to London and now works as an investment banker there. One of them works for a non-profit organization and gets to rub elbows with the likes of Alicia Keys. She's been to Africa countless times and spends her every waking moment making a difference. I really do have the most kick-ass group of friends a chick can ask for. I could go on, but I don't want you to feel bad about your friends ;-) kidding. But really, I could go on, but I feel as though I've done enough bragging for today...
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
2010 World Cup
As you can tell by the random assortment of topics on this bad boy, I'm really into many things. For example: going out to the bar, my friends, foreigners, vodka, traveling and football. And by football, I don't mean American football. I mean what the REST of the world considers 'football' and we ignorantly call it 'soccer'. Regardless, it's my favorite sport (ironically, my second favorite is also football, but this time, American) and I have been craving the 2010 World Cup more than ever recently.
Just today I was g-chatting with my best friend from home and we decided that basically nothing all that great is going to occur between now and the World Cup in South Africa. It's less than 2 years away. Supposedly, I will be graduating with my M.B.A. in 2010 which would happen one month prior to the beginning of the Copa del Mundo, however, there are no graduations, no milestone birthdays, nothing exciting. It shall be many days of waking up early and reporting to work and then sitting at a desk all day. I really want to try and score tickets to a game in South Africa in 2010, but it's probably going to be way to unrealistically expensive. I'm going to work on it though, I would love to surprise my best friend from home, Anthony. I think he'd really love that.
"Every 4 years during the month of June, sick days around the world increase 300%."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCqu8BmJHug
^my favorite commercial..EVER.
Just today I was g-chatting with my best friend from home and we decided that basically nothing all that great is going to occur between now and the World Cup in South Africa. It's less than 2 years away. Supposedly, I will be graduating with my M.B.A. in 2010 which would happen one month prior to the beginning of the Copa del Mundo, however, there are no graduations, no milestone birthdays, nothing exciting. It shall be many days of waking up early and reporting to work and then sitting at a desk all day. I really want to try and score tickets to a game in South Africa in 2010, but it's probably going to be way to unrealistically expensive. I'm going to work on it though, I would love to surprise my best friend from home, Anthony. I think he'd really love that.
"Every 4 years during the month of June, sick days around the world increase 300%."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCqu8BmJHug
^my favorite commercial..EVER.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
It's not an easy subject...
...but death is inevitable. I wish I was as strong as my words. Processing death is strenuous and it takes time, especially for those directly affected. As sad as it seems, people really recognize how lucky they are when something goes wrong. It shouldn't be this way. Why do we spend our lives complaining about traffic, gas prices and the line at Starbucks making us late for work? Why do we worry about not being able to go out on a Friday night because we have early obligations on a Saturday? Why do we bother to complain about how much we can't stand going to class, or work, or that meeting that we were trying to think up an excuse to be unable to attend? Why don't we consider ourselves lucky that we are stuck in that traffic and got to listen to that extra song? Why don't we consider ourselves lucky that we're able to purchase gas for our vehicle? Why don't we consider ourselves lucky to be able to stand in that Starbucks line and have a job to go to? Why don't we consider ourselves lucky to go to class? Most importantly, why don't we consider ourselves lucky on an every-second basis, just to be alive?
When trying to process death, it's not simple. It's difficult, shocking and a son of a bitch to even think about. Especially young death. Nothing is more terrible than a young life, taken. I'm not good at processing this. I'm vulnerable, shocked and shaken up.
May angels lead you in. Rest well.
When trying to process death, it's not simple. It's difficult, shocking and a son of a bitch to even think about. Especially young death. Nothing is more terrible than a young life, taken. I'm not good at processing this. I'm vulnerable, shocked and shaken up.
May angels lead you in. Rest well.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Nightly browsing of the Internet...Links galore
This would be really helpful if somebody, somewhere is reading this and is going to Venice sometime soon:
http://www.cnn.com/2008/TRAVEL/getaways/09/29/budget.venice.italy.ap/index.html
Right there, baby. Gives some great advice (although, I don't advise skipping a gondola ride. Even though it's pricey, it's still one of the greatest things I did while in Venice).
This will give you a pretty legit reason to take some time out of the office and go on a getaway (hey, it added to my reasons for taking the January trip to Spain!):
http://www.cnn.com/2008/TRAVEL/traveltips/09/11/reasons.to.travel.now/index.html
This makes me think of one of my very good friends from home who just moved to Spain and is going to miss out on her favorite season (this one is full of pictures, and they are beautiful):
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26866380/displaymode/1107/s/2/framenumber/1/
This makes me REALLY want Matt Lauer's job and to travel the globe as my occupation:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24349019/displaymode/1107/s/2/
http://www.cnn.com/2008/TRAVEL/getaways/09/29/budget.venice.italy.ap/index.html
Right there, baby. Gives some great advice (although, I don't advise skipping a gondola ride. Even though it's pricey, it's still one of the greatest things I did while in Venice).
This will give you a pretty legit reason to take some time out of the office and go on a getaway (hey, it added to my reasons for taking the January trip to Spain!):
http://www.cnn.com/2008/TRAVEL/traveltips/09/11/reasons.to.travel.now/index.html
This makes me think of one of my very good friends from home who just moved to Spain and is going to miss out on her favorite season (this one is full of pictures, and they are beautiful):
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26866380/displaymode/1107/s/2/framenumber/1/
This makes me REALLY want Matt Lauer's job and to travel the globe as my occupation:
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/24349019/displaymode/1107/s/2/
Every Walk of Life...
I've always kind of noticed this, but it's becoming more and more apparent as I get older and kind of realize trends in and of myself as well as my terrible tendency to repeat history. However, that being said, I have been trying extra-hard lately to NOT repeat history...and with my choice in the opposite sex, I haven't repeated history in QUITE some time. Examine: first boyfriend: white guy. Standard. All I pretty much knew growing up in suburbia, country-town America. Nothing wrong with it, but it's all I knew. Pretty much as soon as I entered into college, also known as a world I basically never knew existed and even more so than that, a stomping ground of many different types of people (not specifically my university, but the environment around it and new things I would experience) my taste didn't necessarily change, but in essence, it did.
Let's just put it this way: I have the raw ability to attract everything but my own type of person. Which not only makes for fabulous stories, but it also makes for fabulous stories! It has now become more of a running joke within my group of friends that I always have a knack of attracting and being attracted to different guys, so let's get to some examples. I'm going to very briefly list what I can remember...that sounds terrible, I know. It's not that I have been in a blacked-out, drunken stupor (at least not some of the times), it's just that it's been 4 fabulous years of around-the-world males (haha). I'm like the goddamn United Nations sometimes and it's insane: Italian, Russian, Lebanese, Greek, Romanian, Portuguese, Brazilian (this should count as about 4 or 5 because there are so many Brazilians in my area of Connecticut), Indian, Albanian, Jamaican, British, Spanish, Puerto Rican, and I'm sure there are a few I'm forgetting.
Essentially, my point is this: what is so interesting about me to foreign males, but not homegrown American natives? (ha!). I mean, I've never had a problem with it, as ever since I was 11 years old I've been traveling internationally, at least a few times a year in some instances. I've also been itching to get out of the country since I was an actual resident of the city of Rome two summers ago. It always hits you as a completely different experience when you're actually considered a resident somewhere, and being a resident of the capital of Italy is nothing that I took lightly. Life was different there, and after about a week, it hit me that I was LIVING there. My primary residence for that time of my life was 82 Laura Mantegazza, Roma Italia. Surreal as it is, this has driven me to leave the States. I love America and I love where I'm from, but I realized there is so much more out there than what you could ever imagine. I guess that goes for both the world, and the opposite sex.
Let's just put it this way: I have the raw ability to attract everything but my own type of person. Which not only makes for fabulous stories, but it also makes for fabulous stories! It has now become more of a running joke within my group of friends that I always have a knack of attracting and being attracted to different guys, so let's get to some examples. I'm going to very briefly list what I can remember...that sounds terrible, I know. It's not that I have been in a blacked-out, drunken stupor (at least not some of the times), it's just that it's been 4 fabulous years of around-the-world males (haha). I'm like the goddamn United Nations sometimes and it's insane: Italian, Russian, Lebanese, Greek, Romanian, Portuguese, Brazilian (this should count as about 4 or 5 because there are so many Brazilians in my area of Connecticut), Indian, Albanian, Jamaican, British, Spanish, Puerto Rican, and I'm sure there are a few I'm forgetting.
Essentially, my point is this: what is so interesting about me to foreign males, but not homegrown American natives? (ha!). I mean, I've never had a problem with it, as ever since I was 11 years old I've been traveling internationally, at least a few times a year in some instances. I've also been itching to get out of the country since I was an actual resident of the city of Rome two summers ago. It always hits you as a completely different experience when you're actually considered a resident somewhere, and being a resident of the capital of Italy is nothing that I took lightly. Life was different there, and after about a week, it hit me that I was LIVING there. My primary residence for that time of my life was 82 Laura Mantegazza, Roma Italia. Surreal as it is, this has driven me to leave the States. I love America and I love where I'm from, but I realized there is so much more out there than what you could ever imagine. I guess that goes for both the world, and the opposite sex.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Things I'm Excited About
1. The weekend!
2. Being able to catch up on seasons of LOST this weekend
3. The new season of LOST which starts in January
4. January trip to Spain
5. Easter in Aruba
6. Seeing my family/friends over Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years (yea no, this isn't chronological)
7. Seeing Jeremy Piven on Broadway!
8. Starting to travel for work--even though I heard it gets old really quick
9. My winter intercession class
10. Choke (the movie based on the Palahniuk book)
11. Being able to see all the movies I really want to but STILL haven't seen, a.k.a. Dark Knight, Pineapple Express, Vicky Christina Barcelona
12. Winter
--let me expand on this. I love all seasons. Right now I'm really enjoying fall, I enjoyed the summer like there was no freaking tomorrow and the spring is always great because you can start wearing all the cute clothes again. But winter is something entirely different. Winter to me is hot chocolate in the family room with the fireplace going, watching some kind of sporting event on the television because that's what my family has always been known to be doing. Winter means trekking up to New Hampshire to the appropriately titled "New Hampshire House" to go skiing for the weekend, shop the outlets and eat at Tony Lena's pizza (still hands down the best pizza in America). This winter is going to be MUCH different. I'll be spending the majority of it at my new apartment in Connecticut with the same roommates I've been living with for basically 4 years. I love them like they are my own sisters, so it should be fun. Also, I plan to purchase a NH ski pass to a bunch of different mountains. I ski and I love skiing and I REALLY want to learn to snowboard. So this is going to be my winter for learning how to do that. I'm pumped.
13. Finishing the book I'm currently reading: La Bella Figura: A Field Guide to the Italian Mind by Beppe Severgnini. I've had an obsession with anything Italian since I studied abroad in Rome 2 summers ago.
14. Reading the new books I just purchased: Marley & Me and The Alchemist
15. The beginning of Christmas shopping
16. Thanksgiving for the 4 F's: family, friends, food and football! <3
17. Soxtober (that is for the Red Sox fans!)
18. Christmastime in New York City
This list could probably go on, however I feel the need to cut it off before it gets too lengthy.
2. Being able to catch up on seasons of LOST this weekend
3. The new season of LOST which starts in January
4. January trip to Spain
5. Easter in Aruba
6. Seeing my family/friends over Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years (yea no, this isn't chronological)
7. Seeing Jeremy Piven on Broadway!
8. Starting to travel for work--even though I heard it gets old really quick
9. My winter intercession class
10. Choke (the movie based on the Palahniuk book)
11. Being able to see all the movies I really want to but STILL haven't seen, a.k.a. Dark Knight, Pineapple Express, Vicky Christina Barcelona
12. Winter
--let me expand on this. I love all seasons. Right now I'm really enjoying fall, I enjoyed the summer like there was no freaking tomorrow and the spring is always great because you can start wearing all the cute clothes again. But winter is something entirely different. Winter to me is hot chocolate in the family room with the fireplace going, watching some kind of sporting event on the television because that's what my family has always been known to be doing. Winter means trekking up to New Hampshire to the appropriately titled "New Hampshire House" to go skiing for the weekend, shop the outlets and eat at Tony Lena's pizza (still hands down the best pizza in America). This winter is going to be MUCH different. I'll be spending the majority of it at my new apartment in Connecticut with the same roommates I've been living with for basically 4 years. I love them like they are my own sisters, so it should be fun. Also, I plan to purchase a NH ski pass to a bunch of different mountains. I ski and I love skiing and I REALLY want to learn to snowboard. So this is going to be my winter for learning how to do that. I'm pumped.
13. Finishing the book I'm currently reading: La Bella Figura: A Field Guide to the Italian Mind by Beppe Severgnini. I've had an obsession with anything Italian since I studied abroad in Rome 2 summers ago.
14. Reading the new books I just purchased: Marley & Me and The Alchemist
15. The beginning of Christmas shopping
16. Thanksgiving for the 4 F's: family, friends, food and football! <3
17. Soxtober (that is for the Red Sox fans!)
18. Christmastime in New York City
This list could probably go on, however I feel the need to cut it off before it gets too lengthy.
Just when you think your life is at it's most bizarre moment...
...it's not. I'm living proof that life only gets stranger the moment when it seems it's at the climax of strange.
Let me start with a disclaimer saying that I HATE MySpace. Yep, I said it. The thought of it makes me cringe. That being said, a FABULOUS friend of mine created one for me (you'll probably rot in hell for this) and it's pimped out and whatever else. But I really just can't stand it. This is a story that legitimately just happened the weekend before last. I always talk about how I'm going to write a book someday and this will definitely be a story within it. I've changed the names and left out specific locations, as if you do know me, you can probably guess who is who and where I was.
I’ve always had this tendency for being quite the 007 type of chick. Some may call it nosey, I prefer to call it intelligent and curious. For no particular reason other that looking at other people’s online habits (so maybe this is nosey..?) I’ve always had an urge to find things about people online. I’ve done it all: I Google more people than I do actual pieces of information I need and I even managed to find the mugshot of a guy I had been talking to, for a recent DUI (unbeknownst to him…). It’s truly for no other reason than I love to be a FBI type of person. It runs in my family to do somewhat investigative-esque work, as my father has done similar things throughout his entire career, however I just do it out of pure interest. I probably should have been a criminal justice major instead of business economics, but I digress.
I had spent a harmless, enjoyable and intoxicated night with some girlfriends at our favorite dive bar that is known for it’s scantily-clad college females, trashy dancing and overabundance of Brazilian immigrants, who I must say, do spice up the night in ridiculous ways. This place is not only a dive bar, it’s a somewhat underage bar, geared toward your college freshman thru seniors. Many would say we had no business being there, as we are pursuing Master’s degrees and hold real-life work positions. We would argue otherwise.
Spending a night at the bar with the girls. Seems normal, no? I had known that a guy I had talked to for a period in time, who I had actually met at this bar because he was a bartender there, was going to be back to work, as the colleges were back in session and there were $2 pitchers of Natty Light and SoCo and Lime shots to be served. I knew he was back working and I figured, “hell, let’s get an indecent amount of liquor and be on the verge of inebriation before we even arrive to this place”. Again, sounded like a plan to me. I rounded up the girls and got an insane amount of vodka, enough to probably quench the thirst of a Russian street gang and a ton of wine, including that which this particular guy had brought over to my house. Out of convenience in this story, let’s call him Mufasa. Mufasa had brought me a great bottle of Italian red when I had first moved into my new apartment in Connecticut. It was sweet and being that we only each had a glass before going out that night a few months back when he came over, I had plenty to indulge in before I actually had to face him at the bar. This had been the first time I had seen him in about two and a half months.
Jayna, Tamara, Jill and I all seemingly enough overdosed ourselves on my bitter mix of Stoli Bluberri and cran and were eventually off our asses in laughter over a drinking game we had created to get us as obnoxiously drunk as a sorority house full of first-time drinkers, granted, there was nothing first-time about us. Our other friend Aimee came over shortly thereafter with her boyfriend so we drank some more and took too many pictures in all the same pose. Eventually we make it to the bar and I spot Mufasa. He’s working at the bar outside and quite obviously I do what all girls do and warn my friends that if they speak to him I may or may not tell the entire bar they have a sexually transmitted disease and then leave the bar without them knowing so they are left all alone. Of course, as I lead the pack of girls to go back inside, he yells to Jayna that she neglected to say hi to him. Jayna says hi and I about throw a shit-fit.
Things continue as normal, dancing on platforms and poles with the girls, for the remainder of the night and I even scored a couple free drinks from Mufasa, who clearly does not remember giving me the free drinks as I had brought it up to him the morning after in a text message. Towards what quickly became the end of the night, I noticed Mufasa’s roommate taking pictures of my friends and I. I figured it was one of our cameras that we handed off to him and demanded him to take pictures, being that he had a good angle of us. Unfortunately enough, I would find out two days later that this was not the case.
On a dull Monday night of reading and laying on my bed in procrastination to return a few phone calls, I decided it was due time to do a little investigative research on Mufasa. For one reason or another, while most likely intoxicated, I had found Mufasa’s MySpace page a number of months back and had browsed it every now and then when I was feeling bored. Well this was one of those times and then by curiosity the mouse wanders and it happened to wander right onto the MySpace page of Mufasa’s roommate, Abs. Abs was just that: obsessed with himself, his looks and especially his abs. This may come as a rash statement, being that I knew virtually nothing about him except that he was Mufasa’s roommate and that my friend Tamara had once forced him into buying she, myself and Aimee drinks at this same bar in another awkward run-in. Abs would just hang out at this terrible boozefest every Saturday night that Mufasa was working. It was really sad, actually, because they lived quite a distance and I’m pretty sure unless Angelina Jolie and Chelsea Handler made guest appearances every week you could not get me to hang out in this place alone every Saturday night.
I wander onto Abs MySpace page and decide to browse his pictures. “Nice,” I thought to myself, “he updated pictures, maybe there’s something interesting that will kill a few seconds of my time”. Lo and behold, I see pictures of Mufasa with the extremely foreign looking female bartenders and as I kept clicking through I saw a picture of myself and my friends. WAIT, WHAT?! It was a picture of me, Jayna, Tamara and Jill standing by a stripper pole in the middle of this dive bar. This has got to be a joke. He didn’t even know me! Why did he have pictures of random girls he doesn’t know on his MySpace page. I’m hoping that as you read this, none of you have ever stumbled upon pictures of youself on someone’s MySpace you do not communicate with. If you have, I’m sorry and I totally understand your pain, as the pictures were probably not the most admirable photos you’ve ever seen of yourself.
There ended up being two pictures of my friends and I and to be completely frank with you, I was creeped out an horrified. I immediately sent Tamara a message online telling her and she demanded to see the link. Just when you think your life can’t get weirder, it does. Nothing is impossible. I pondered the idea of bringing it up to Mufasa, however I would blow my cover and he would know that I’m the modern day female James Bond, which I didn’t want him to find out, as I wanted to keep some sort of “normal” reputation with him, if for nothing else than future run-ins at this shanty establishment we classify as a bar. I barely knew of Abs, nevermind had a conversation with him. However, did I mention that same night that I did a body shot off of his stomach? Again, not one of my prouder moments. Oh, the effects of liquor…
You can’t make this stuff up.
Let me start with a disclaimer saying that I HATE MySpace. Yep, I said it. The thought of it makes me cringe. That being said, a FABULOUS friend of mine created one for me (you'll probably rot in hell for this) and it's pimped out and whatever else. But I really just can't stand it. This is a story that legitimately just happened the weekend before last. I always talk about how I'm going to write a book someday and this will definitely be a story within it. I've changed the names and left out specific locations, as if you do know me, you can probably guess who is who and where I was.
I’ve always had this tendency for being quite the 007 type of chick. Some may call it nosey, I prefer to call it intelligent and curious. For no particular reason other that looking at other people’s online habits (so maybe this is nosey..?) I’ve always had an urge to find things about people online. I’ve done it all: I Google more people than I do actual pieces of information I need and I even managed to find the mugshot of a guy I had been talking to, for a recent DUI (unbeknownst to him…). It’s truly for no other reason than I love to be a FBI type of person. It runs in my family to do somewhat investigative-esque work, as my father has done similar things throughout his entire career, however I just do it out of pure interest. I probably should have been a criminal justice major instead of business economics, but I digress.
I had spent a harmless, enjoyable and intoxicated night with some girlfriends at our favorite dive bar that is known for it’s scantily-clad college females, trashy dancing and overabundance of Brazilian immigrants, who I must say, do spice up the night in ridiculous ways. This place is not only a dive bar, it’s a somewhat underage bar, geared toward your college freshman thru seniors. Many would say we had no business being there, as we are pursuing Master’s degrees and hold real-life work positions. We would argue otherwise.
Spending a night at the bar with the girls. Seems normal, no? I had known that a guy I had talked to for a period in time, who I had actually met at this bar because he was a bartender there, was going to be back to work, as the colleges were back in session and there were $2 pitchers of Natty Light and SoCo and Lime shots to be served. I knew he was back working and I figured, “hell, let’s get an indecent amount of liquor and be on the verge of inebriation before we even arrive to this place”. Again, sounded like a plan to me. I rounded up the girls and got an insane amount of vodka, enough to probably quench the thirst of a Russian street gang and a ton of wine, including that which this particular guy had brought over to my house. Out of convenience in this story, let’s call him Mufasa. Mufasa had brought me a great bottle of Italian red when I had first moved into my new apartment in Connecticut. It was sweet and being that we only each had a glass before going out that night a few months back when he came over, I had plenty to indulge in before I actually had to face him at the bar. This had been the first time I had seen him in about two and a half months.
Jayna, Tamara, Jill and I all seemingly enough overdosed ourselves on my bitter mix of Stoli Bluberri and cran and were eventually off our asses in laughter over a drinking game we had created to get us as obnoxiously drunk as a sorority house full of first-time drinkers, granted, there was nothing first-time about us. Our other friend Aimee came over shortly thereafter with her boyfriend so we drank some more and took too many pictures in all the same pose. Eventually we make it to the bar and I spot Mufasa. He’s working at the bar outside and quite obviously I do what all girls do and warn my friends that if they speak to him I may or may not tell the entire bar they have a sexually transmitted disease and then leave the bar without them knowing so they are left all alone. Of course, as I lead the pack of girls to go back inside, he yells to Jayna that she neglected to say hi to him. Jayna says hi and I about throw a shit-fit.
Things continue as normal, dancing on platforms and poles with the girls, for the remainder of the night and I even scored a couple free drinks from Mufasa, who clearly does not remember giving me the free drinks as I had brought it up to him the morning after in a text message. Towards what quickly became the end of the night, I noticed Mufasa’s roommate taking pictures of my friends and I. I figured it was one of our cameras that we handed off to him and demanded him to take pictures, being that he had a good angle of us. Unfortunately enough, I would find out two days later that this was not the case.
On a dull Monday night of reading and laying on my bed in procrastination to return a few phone calls, I decided it was due time to do a little investigative research on Mufasa. For one reason or another, while most likely intoxicated, I had found Mufasa’s MySpace page a number of months back and had browsed it every now and then when I was feeling bored. Well this was one of those times and then by curiosity the mouse wanders and it happened to wander right onto the MySpace page of Mufasa’s roommate, Abs. Abs was just that: obsessed with himself, his looks and especially his abs. This may come as a rash statement, being that I knew virtually nothing about him except that he was Mufasa’s roommate and that my friend Tamara had once forced him into buying she, myself and Aimee drinks at this same bar in another awkward run-in. Abs would just hang out at this terrible boozefest every Saturday night that Mufasa was working. It was really sad, actually, because they lived quite a distance and I’m pretty sure unless Angelina Jolie and Chelsea Handler made guest appearances every week you could not get me to hang out in this place alone every Saturday night.
I wander onto Abs MySpace page and decide to browse his pictures. “Nice,” I thought to myself, “he updated pictures, maybe there’s something interesting that will kill a few seconds of my time”. Lo and behold, I see pictures of Mufasa with the extremely foreign looking female bartenders and as I kept clicking through I saw a picture of myself and my friends. WAIT, WHAT?! It was a picture of me, Jayna, Tamara and Jill standing by a stripper pole in the middle of this dive bar. This has got to be a joke. He didn’t even know me! Why did he have pictures of random girls he doesn’t know on his MySpace page. I’m hoping that as you read this, none of you have ever stumbled upon pictures of youself on someone’s MySpace you do not communicate with. If you have, I’m sorry and I totally understand your pain, as the pictures were probably not the most admirable photos you’ve ever seen of yourself.
There ended up being two pictures of my friends and I and to be completely frank with you, I was creeped out an horrified. I immediately sent Tamara a message online telling her and she demanded to see the link. Just when you think your life can’t get weirder, it does. Nothing is impossible. I pondered the idea of bringing it up to Mufasa, however I would blow my cover and he would know that I’m the modern day female James Bond, which I didn’t want him to find out, as I wanted to keep some sort of “normal” reputation with him, if for nothing else than future run-ins at this shanty establishment we classify as a bar. I barely knew of Abs, nevermind had a conversation with him. However, did I mention that same night that I did a body shot off of his stomach? Again, not one of my prouder moments. Oh, the effects of liquor…
You can’t make this stuff up.
I'll be totally honest...
I'm being semi-forced to do this. For a class I'm registering for during the Winter Intercession (I'm a graduate student), I'm being forced to start a blog. It can be about anything I want and should show off my personality and basically what I go through in everyday life. Or maybe not everyday, but most days.
I'm being told I need to share my life with the whole blogging world and that's quite fine, as I do have many many ridiculous stories to tell. However, I'm pretty new at this. A freaking ton of my friends have created blogs to write about their adventures in other countries (which I actually did for my family when I was abroad in Rome) or to just blog for the pure enjoyment of it.
SO, try your hardest to hang in there with me through this little adventure. Maybe I'll learn the ins and outs of blogging, or maybe I'll fail miserably. If nothing else, you'll FOR SURE see my personality (ahem, the title of the blog is a dead-giveaway of what I'm like..and no, I'm NOT a recovering alcoholic, I just enjoy a great beverage) and see the tales of my life. Thankfully, my professor has a great outlook on life and has a fabulous personality, so I'm not going to censor this bad boy much at all.
I'm being told I need to share my life with the whole blogging world and that's quite fine, as I do have many many ridiculous stories to tell. However, I'm pretty new at this. A freaking ton of my friends have created blogs to write about their adventures in other countries (which I actually did for my family when I was abroad in Rome) or to just blog for the pure enjoyment of it.
SO, try your hardest to hang in there with me through this little adventure. Maybe I'll learn the ins and outs of blogging, or maybe I'll fail miserably. If nothing else, you'll FOR SURE see my personality (ahem, the title of the blog is a dead-giveaway of what I'm like..and no, I'm NOT a recovering alcoholic, I just enjoy a great beverage) and see the tales of my life. Thankfully, my professor has a great outlook on life and has a fabulous personality, so I'm not going to censor this bad boy much at all.
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