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.

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.

...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?

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.
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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...

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.

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.