Oh Billy Joel, how did you know that I’ve never had a Backstreet Guy? Considering there were only five of them and the half the girls in my age bracket were hoping for one (the other half were hoping to get in sync with another nonmusician), odds were against me anyway.
I've noticed that being single may not be seen as a necessarily positive thing for girls "my age". In fact, some regard it as a weakness. I still feel pretty strong right now. There is a term that my friends Angie, Kyle, and Sarah T use QUITE often. This term usually bugs me. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe it's just because of the excessive use. However, I feel it appropriately describes how I've felt as of late. I feel like very much like a “Bo$$”.
Let me explain myself.
I reigned victorious in the battle against an army of sugar ants that staged an attack on the apartment. They have retreated, and hopefully surrendered. I have Home Defense pest control and Terro in my arsenal, just in case.
I’m showing up to work early, if not on time, WITH homemade lunch in hand. I’m planning it just right so that I will just beat the traffic. Even if I do find myself in traffic, I leave with enough time to make allowances for such annoyances.
Back to that homemade food. We still do not have a microwave in this apartment, so I have been cooking all of my meals. Even when reheating meals, I have to warm them in the oven or on the stove. WHAT. That’s right. Just call me Laura Ingalls.
Let’s revisit the subject of the absent microwave. Microwaves are convenient for pre-made meals. Stoves are great for fresh food. Daily dose of fruits and veggies--> in my belly. I’m feeling extra healthy now that my food is so fresh and so clean.
Why I am talking in subtle Ebonics and pop cultural references? It’s the money signs I guess. They set me off.
I am also SUPER excited because I just finished doing laundry. Don’t make fun. Let me finish my thought. This is the first time in TWO YEARS that I have been able to do laundry for free! OK, it’s not really for free. I’m still paying for water and electricity and detergent… the point is that I am not paying out of pocket just to do my laundry! I used to have to drag my laundry home or to a friend’s house in order to have this luxury. New apartment, I’m falling in love with you all over again.
I also just made a super great playlist on my iTunes. I titled it “You Go Girl”. It’s still a work in progress, so if you have any ideas for songs that MUST be added, just let me know!
I feel super confident right now. This NEVER happens. I keep getting tempted to think about all the reasons I shouldn’t be confident. I’m not letting myself second-guess myself. Just for once, I’m going to feel like a Bo$$.
I’m not going to think about money. I’m not going to think about my lack of a significant other (ugh, what a term). I’m not going to think about pressure from family, work, or school. I’m not going to think about how I’m still not totally unpacked. I’m not going to feel guilty for watching two movies in one day. In fact, I’ll feel great about it because they were library movies. I became more cultured… for free.
Today, I’m just going to be confident.
"You Go Girl" Playlist thus far:
"Uptown Girl" by Bill Joel
"Three Times A Lady" by Lionel Richie
"More Than A Woman" Bee Gees
"The Lady Is A Tramp" by Frank Sinatra
"Miss Independent" by Kelly Clarkson
"Survivor" by Destiny's Child
"Hand In My Pocket" by Alanis Morissette
"She's Always A Woman" by Billy Joel
"That's A Woman" by Celtic Thunder
"When A Man Loves A Woman" by Percy Sledge
"Who Is This Woman?" by Paul Wright
"Respect" by Aretha Franklin
"You Don't Own Me" by Leslie Gore
"I Am Changing" by Jennifer Holliday
"Man! I Feel Like A Woman!" by Shania Twain
"Miss Independent" by Ne-Yo
"Wind Beneath My Wings" by Bette Midler
"You Raise Me Up" by Celtic Thunder (her voice is glorious)
"Big Girl (You Are Beautiful)" by Mika
"Daddy's Little Girl" by The Mills Brothers
"Girls Just Want To Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper
"That Kinda Girl" by dcTalk
"I Will Survive" by Gloria Gaynor
"Big, Blonde, and Beautiful" by Queen Latifah
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Entry numero dos
I’m sitting in my new living room sipping my peach/mango V8 juice (gotta get those fruits and veggies, yo) and writing my next blog to you. I am also trying to relax. This is about the only multi-tasking I want to engage in right now. It has been an eventful and exciting week. I learned a new word: prorate. Did you know that you don’t have to be charged the entire month’s rent if you don’t move in on the first day of the month? Yes, this is entirely logical. I didn’t know there was a term for it though. I saved about $270 just because of this wonderful new word. Oh prorate. Thank you, my dear father, for teaching me this word and empowering me to use it in a sentence.
For any of you that have ventured outside your parent’s home and the safety net of the college dorm, you will understand what I am about to say. Living on your own is not easy. I don’t think I even fully appreciate that yet. Traffic is a pain. Food is scarce. Money is a constant concern. Oh, and did I mention that it’s only been three days? I am NOT complaining. I am in awe. How do people do this every day? I am beginning to see why adults are so stressed out. They have so much to juggle. There is so much to do just to live. It’s been fun, but quite demanding. I know this all takes getting used to. I just have to form the habit and get in the groove. Any more clichés I can encourage myself with? No really though, I know this all gets easier with time. I just hope time doesn’t take its time with me.
Even though food is scarce and money is scarcer, I felt as though the right thing to do in order to thank and reward my family for triple-handedly moving me into my new apartment (while I was at work, don’t get any ideas about me being a lazy/spoiled bum) was to treat them to a nice dinner. Moving two couches, two tables, eight chairs, a bed, a dresser, a TV, and who knows how many boxes into this place can really work up an appetite. In order to pay for this, I had to transfer money to my checking account. To do this, I had to go online. *Hold on, I’m getting to the point* To get online, I had to borrow the wifi off some unsuspecting neighbor. Now, I really don’t like doing this. First of all, why steal what you already have? This is also one of my lines of thought behind not cheating on the person you are with (just a fun fact for ya). Second of all, the words “unsecured network” are not comforting when accessing your bank account online. I get a little worried when I see that little warning box that says: “Oh hey, by the way, other people will probably be able to see what you’re doing on your computer when you’re hooked up to this network. Just so you know. K, bye”. Well, you get the drift. I am quite happy to announce that my wireless router was perched on my doorstep when I came home. I welcomed it inside, sat it on the table, and smiled at it. I’m going to set up its space later so I can post this bloggy blog for you to read. Back to dinner. It was fairly uneventful. It was your average nice dinner with the family. I felt special being able to buy something nice for them after they were able to do something so nice for me. It wasn’t an even trade, but it was something. After dinner, we went to Publix to buy dessert. My parents ended up also buying me “just a few things you absolutely need”. They overwhelm me. I know I’m short on cash, but sometimes I feel undeserving of their kindness. They fill up my gas tank when they borrow my car. They buy me food whenever they’re in town. They slip cash into my wallet. They make calls for me when I’m at work. They’re just good people.
My family is teaching me how I should be. Their kindness inspires me. They make me want to be like them. I want to be that same kind of excellent person. It wasn’t much, but I helped a friend move into her place yesterday. It’s a small start in paying it forward. I’m beginning to form a theory. People are so upset and lonely because we haven’t learned to share. We don’t return favors. You don’t have to necessarily always return the same kind of favor to the same person. Then it just becomes a contest of who paid who back. We need to pass kindness on. When we receive kindness, we give it out. Even if we don’t receive kindness, we should still be kind. The chain needs to start somewhere. Have it start with you.
Well, the rabbit enticed me down his hole again. My tendency to digress concurrently increases with the level of my exhaustion. In other words, there is a positive correlation. As you can see, I am trying to get back in the habit of talking like a Senior-level Psychology student. I have also been watching “Big Bang Theory”, so my inner nerd is coming out to play.
I am watching to sun set as I sit on my new-to-me leather couch. I just noticed that I’m not playing music. I must admit, the stillness is a peaceful kind of quiet. I should leave the music off more often. I have no song to leave you with this time (see previous sentence as to why not), but I’m sure you will cope. I should really unpack some more boxes. Fun.
Thanks for peeking in my brain. Excuse the clutter. Visit again soon!
For any of you that have ventured outside your parent’s home and the safety net of the college dorm, you will understand what I am about to say. Living on your own is not easy. I don’t think I even fully appreciate that yet. Traffic is a pain. Food is scarce. Money is a constant concern. Oh, and did I mention that it’s only been three days? I am NOT complaining. I am in awe. How do people do this every day? I am beginning to see why adults are so stressed out. They have so much to juggle. There is so much to do just to live. It’s been fun, but quite demanding. I know this all takes getting used to. I just have to form the habit and get in the groove. Any more clichés I can encourage myself with? No really though, I know this all gets easier with time. I just hope time doesn’t take its time with me.
Even though food is scarce and money is scarcer, I felt as though the right thing to do in order to thank and reward my family for triple-handedly moving me into my new apartment (while I was at work, don’t get any ideas about me being a lazy/spoiled bum) was to treat them to a nice dinner. Moving two couches, two tables, eight chairs, a bed, a dresser, a TV, and who knows how many boxes into this place can really work up an appetite. In order to pay for this, I had to transfer money to my checking account. To do this, I had to go online. *Hold on, I’m getting to the point* To get online, I had to borrow the wifi off some unsuspecting neighbor. Now, I really don’t like doing this. First of all, why steal what you already have? This is also one of my lines of thought behind not cheating on the person you are with (just a fun fact for ya). Second of all, the words “unsecured network” are not comforting when accessing your bank account online. I get a little worried when I see that little warning box that says: “Oh hey, by the way, other people will probably be able to see what you’re doing on your computer when you’re hooked up to this network. Just so you know. K, bye”. Well, you get the drift. I am quite happy to announce that my wireless router was perched on my doorstep when I came home. I welcomed it inside, sat it on the table, and smiled at it. I’m going to set up its space later so I can post this bloggy blog for you to read. Back to dinner. It was fairly uneventful. It was your average nice dinner with the family. I felt special being able to buy something nice for them after they were able to do something so nice for me. It wasn’t an even trade, but it was something. After dinner, we went to Publix to buy dessert. My parents ended up also buying me “just a few things you absolutely need”. They overwhelm me. I know I’m short on cash, but sometimes I feel undeserving of their kindness. They fill up my gas tank when they borrow my car. They buy me food whenever they’re in town. They slip cash into my wallet. They make calls for me when I’m at work. They’re just good people.
My family is teaching me how I should be. Their kindness inspires me. They make me want to be like them. I want to be that same kind of excellent person. It wasn’t much, but I helped a friend move into her place yesterday. It’s a small start in paying it forward. I’m beginning to form a theory. People are so upset and lonely because we haven’t learned to share. We don’t return favors. You don’t have to necessarily always return the same kind of favor to the same person. Then it just becomes a contest of who paid who back. We need to pass kindness on. When we receive kindness, we give it out. Even if we don’t receive kindness, we should still be kind. The chain needs to start somewhere. Have it start with you.
Well, the rabbit enticed me down his hole again. My tendency to digress concurrently increases with the level of my exhaustion. In other words, there is a positive correlation. As you can see, I am trying to get back in the habit of talking like a Senior-level Psychology student. I have also been watching “Big Bang Theory”, so my inner nerd is coming out to play.
I am watching to sun set as I sit on my new-to-me leather couch. I just noticed that I’m not playing music. I must admit, the stillness is a peaceful kind of quiet. I should leave the music off more often. I have no song to leave you with this time (see previous sentence as to why not), but I’m sure you will cope. I should really unpack some more boxes. Fun.
Thanks for peeking in my brain. Excuse the clutter. Visit again soon!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Yeah, I'm actually posting something new.
Considering I have not blogged in at least two years, it’s about time I started back up again. I feel this is especially timely (and necessary) because the only posts I’ve given you have been things I wrote in the past and just happened to put up on my blog. That’s not fair.
My friend Sarah T is especially pushing me to begin again, so I must appease her.
I am beginning a new phase of my life: apartment living. That’s right, I’m officially “off on my own”. Of course, I still have roommates, but I’ve broken out of the livin’-with-the-folks and dorm-life phases. Now I’m on the 5th floor of the cutest little apartment I’ve ever seen. Maybe I suffering from the same thing new parents do. I think it’s so darn cute just because it’s mine. I don’t care, I love it.
Last night, what will be known as the first night of my new life, I texted a couple close friends (because I couldn’t figure out how to find my wireless connection) to share the big news. Some even shared big news in return. It was lovely. It was fun to just unpack boxes and pace around my almost completely dark home chatting on the phone. Oh, did I mention? I have no overhead lighting in this house. We have it in the kitchen, hallway, bathroom(s), and closet. That’s it. Also, the lamps that my parents so sweetly bought for me proved to be of no use because the light bulbs were left at the store. No matter. I have no pesky furniture to jump out at my shins in the dark yet.
My night was fairly uneventful. I have no hilarious stories of lizards jumping out of boxes at me or anything of that nature.
First order of business now that my kitchen is unpacked: breakfast. Since my refrigerator cupboards are nearly empty, buttermilk pancakes seem to be the best bet. However, I only have brown sugar. I feel the creative juices being to flow.
More on creative juices (and this super cute apartment of mine) later.
Now we’re talkin’ pancakes. My aforementioned friend Sarah and I recently made the most divine cupcakes with lemon, brown sugar, and cinnamon. I wanted to recreate that flavor in my pancakes. I still had lemon juice, buttermilk and cinnamon left over. This seemed like a perfect plan. The only thing I didn’t have was baking soda. These pancakes are pretty dense as a result, but so YUMMY. I topped them with powered sugar and cinnamon. When I finish this entry, I’m calling up Mr. Webster and we’ll be discussing the new definition of “delightful”.
So here I am, with a warm tummy, happy heart, excited attitude, half a sink-full of dishes, and enough pancakes for my roommates yet to arrive. Oh, and no microwave. I’ll be cooking it old school for the next couple of days. YES.
“All Good Things” by The Weepies just played on my iTunes. How fitting. For all of you about to live in the dorms, I wish you well. My time there is through. I loved and learned during my time there, but I’m anticipating this new love of my life. Its name is… well, I’m not quite sure yet. I’ll come up with something witty and appropriate later. If you have any suggestions, add them in a comment. :)
My friend Sarah T is especially pushing me to begin again, so I must appease her.
I am beginning a new phase of my life: apartment living. That’s right, I’m officially “off on my own”. Of course, I still have roommates, but I’ve broken out of the livin’-with-the-folks and dorm-life phases. Now I’m on the 5th floor of the cutest little apartment I’ve ever seen. Maybe I suffering from the same thing new parents do. I think it’s so darn cute just because it’s mine. I don’t care, I love it.
Last night, what will be known as the first night of my new life, I texted a couple close friends (because I couldn’t figure out how to find my wireless connection) to share the big news. Some even shared big news in return. It was lovely. It was fun to just unpack boxes and pace around my almost completely dark home chatting on the phone. Oh, did I mention? I have no overhead lighting in this house. We have it in the kitchen, hallway, bathroom(s), and closet. That’s it. Also, the lamps that my parents so sweetly bought for me proved to be of no use because the light bulbs were left at the store. No matter. I have no pesky furniture to jump out at my shins in the dark yet.
My night was fairly uneventful. I have no hilarious stories of lizards jumping out of boxes at me or anything of that nature.
First order of business now that my kitchen is unpacked: breakfast. Since my refrigerator cupboards are nearly empty, buttermilk pancakes seem to be the best bet. However, I only have brown sugar. I feel the creative juices being to flow.
More on creative juices (and this super cute apartment of mine) later.
Now we’re talkin’ pancakes. My aforementioned friend Sarah and I recently made the most divine cupcakes with lemon, brown sugar, and cinnamon. I wanted to recreate that flavor in my pancakes. I still had lemon juice, buttermilk and cinnamon left over. This seemed like a perfect plan. The only thing I didn’t have was baking soda. These pancakes are pretty dense as a result, but so YUMMY. I topped them with powered sugar and cinnamon. When I finish this entry, I’m calling up Mr. Webster and we’ll be discussing the new definition of “delightful”.
So here I am, with a warm tummy, happy heart, excited attitude, half a sink-full of dishes, and enough pancakes for my roommates yet to arrive. Oh, and no microwave. I’ll be cooking it old school for the next couple of days. YES.
“All Good Things” by The Weepies just played on my iTunes. How fitting. For all of you about to live in the dorms, I wish you well. My time there is through. I loved and learned during my time there, but I’m anticipating this new love of my life. Its name is… well, I’m not quite sure yet. I’ll come up with something witty and appropriate later. If you have any suggestions, add them in a comment. :)
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