and then a whole week of english midterm, design midterm, design paper, anthropology quiz, political theory quiz, public policy reading, anthropology reading, DEATH DEATH DEATH and ending the week with SPRING BREAK FRIDAYYYYY and then work/slaving all next week. wooooooohoooo!!
Today I was overwhemled with how translucent I am and decided something had to be done about it- immediately. I’m too poor and don’t have the means to go to a bed regularly so I decided to do something drastic: try self tanning lotion.
I’m all about those gradual tanning ones that you can monitor your color and once it gets too orange or you find yourself reeking of self tanner you can stop for a while and start back up when people start squinting when they look in your direction. You can imagine my disappointment when I walk into Bath and Body Works looking for my trusty gradual tanner only to find that THEY DON’T MAKE IT ANYMORE?!?! What is this? Has America really gone so far as to lose their patience with self tanner?? What about the pasty girls like me who cringe at the risk of turning a sudden and unexpected shade of orange?
So, I was left without a choice. Instant tanning lotion it was. And here I sit, so far only sparkly and slightly sticky terrified to sit near or on anything white with orange palms…
Damn you Bath and Body Works, damn you.
On the bright side, I did make $130 back on my tax return which will go toward a few trips to the bed and some hot little Coachella shorts to get ready for my trip and Anchor Splash.
1. I got my hurrrr cut today. I look like a 4 year old. I’m confident that it’ll grow out and it’ll look rull cute. Just have to wait for it…
2. I’m left handed. It’s cool sometimes, though most of the lefty desks are pushed off into a corner in the back and no one wants to be on lefty island
3. I’m a political science major in hopes of changing it to a public policy/non profit major eventually. This is why I want to be a Carolina girl, their poly sci program is infinitely better than State’s.
4. I’m from Charlotte, NC. It’s cool I guess, though I picture myself more of a west coast kind of girl…
5. My favorite flower is daffodils. Or hydrangeas or sunflowers… whatever I’m not picky.
1. The excitement of a break from the stifling North Carolina humidity and heat
2. New school year, new start, new clothes
3. Re-discovering all of your old cold-weather clothes
4. Leaves change
5. Being able to walk to class without sweating your balls off for the first time in 6-8 months
7. Best time to go to the beach. They’re super nice and never crowded
On a side note- I go home in t-minus 3 hours. I’m SO excited. Real food, finally done with my UNC application, haircut, giant bed in a room to myself, Glendaaaaaa (my car), shopping with mommy, and all good things that come with a much needed venture back to the motherland.
My best friend is dating my ex and truthfully, it wigs me out.
We dated for 2 years and had another very turbulent 6 months together after we broke up. It was an exhausting relationship, and some days I still feel like I’m recovering from it. I have no feelings for him anymore, that’s not at all what wigs me out about their relationship.
They’re together because they need each other. They’ve both had extremely tough years and in some weird, fucked up way I think they’re helping each other, though not in the way either of them needs it. They’ve been dating off and on since August, and I almost think their relationship is more toxic than the one he and I had, which worries me.
Anyway- he blocked me on facebook. All contact from him has stopped for almost 6 months and though I could not be more relieved to have him out of my life in that sense, it still makes me really uncomfortable that he’s with her. It’s like a double-sided mirror. I can’t see anything about him or what he’s doing or if he’s gone yet, but through her if he wanted he could find out whatever he wanted about me. He knows when I’m home, when I work, he can see my facebook whenever he wants, and probably even follows this blog. It’s really unnerving and makes me question whether I need to cut ties with his new ladyfriend/my best friend for good. It’s like he likes having that sense of control that he lost when I bailed. Hiding, watching, whatever from behind this facade of a relationship with my best friend. Maybe I’m being paranoid and he’s not the person he was- but jesus christ, if he is I have every reason to be concerned.
For a moment of cuteness, I forgot this little slip up.
Yes, they’re defending him, and yes, they may have switched up a few punctuations and left a few words at the end out. Regardless- c’mon Biebs! Have some tact.
Barbara Walters does have a point though- who asks a 16 year old these types of questions and expects to make him/her look good? Especially in a magazine like Rolling Stone who covers bands like The Decemberists and No Doubt, not some little prepubescent (but adorable) pop sensation.
The whole thing was weird- but Bieber’s response was less than tasteful.
This is a toss up. Even though I’ve been Valentines crazy, my birthday is July 4th and that’s a pretty kick ass holiday too. 4th of July it is.
1. It is the day of my birth.
2. Symbolic date of American independence, so that’s cool I guess. Means I can wear my fave purple keds and not get slaughtered for it.
3. FIREWORKS. Yes, when I was little I thought the ones my neighbors shot off were for me. Not the ones on TV though, I wasn’t that dumb. My past birthday was the first year I could buy my own fireworks, except I was in California and they’re beyond illegal out there. This year I’ll be home hitting up the good ol’ South Carolina firework warehouses.
4. Cheeseburgers and watermelon and fried chicken.
5. Beach festivities
6. Twilight zone marathon on SciFi every year.
7. Ultimate party holiday. Lots of beer and jell-o shots to sneak from block parties.
8. Who doesn’t look good in red, white and blue holding a sparkler and a PBR?
I’m not sure about these. I’m still adapting to tumblr culture and my very small number of followers reflects this. This daily thing is an experiment. I like reading other blogger’s whatever day challenges so maybe people will find me exciting or something. Here goes…
10 Things “I absolutely love”:
1. Chocolate malts and onion rings from Cookout.
2. Redondo/Manhattan Beach, California. Fuck that, the entire west coast and Pacific Coast Highway.
3. Coachella Music Festival, I went when I was 15 and it was truly the best weekend of my life. I WILL find a way to be there this year.
4. Boyfriend and his animal, Willy, ew gross.
5. Rainy days spent in a coffee shop or library
6. Cruisn’ with Glenda (my car) at home in da CLT
7. My magenta brita filter. Best college investment I’ve made for sure.
8. New jackets
9. My gold rimmed Ray Ban sunglasses. I feel extra badass when I wear them.
But this weekend was perfect. Way to go boyfriend for making up for Valentines day and then some. Quesadillas and guacamole (probably my favorite food ever) waiting for me when I got there and it was beautiful out so we walked to Franklin St. and got ice cream (also my favorite food/thing ever) and came home and watched Middle Men. Highly recommended if you need a netflix night. It’s about beating off and the porn industry and how it was the first online network to take credit card charges from the internet. Really, really good and smartly made with a killer soundtrack.
This week I’m looking forward to a few days to get ahead on reading and studying. No tests or quizzes until next week woohoo. I’m also going back to the CLT on Thursday for some much needed home time, a haircut, and my high school transcript so I can OFFICIALLY AND FINALLY apply to Carolina. SO excited to be done and not think about it until April.
I love Wednesday. My Public Policy class got canceled, I grew balls and told boyfriend the real reason why I was upset, and I got a real breakfast and a giant coffee for my 9am-noon class with grandpa Borat professor. In an hour my day will be free to do laundry, clean, and catch up on Glee, Grey’s, and the retarded amount of reading I have to do in the library. Maybe I’ll even FINISH my UNC application.
I thought I was doing okay, better than last year, but then I remembered that every weekend with the boy this month has ended in tears. The weekends are always perfect, but someone’s feelings are always hurt in the end. I have a problem with pin pointing why exactly I’m upset and then saying it in a way that’s easy for a boy brain to understand so then it just ends up in a fumbled mess of apologies and my point never really gets across in the way I want it to.
I tried to explain my feelings about this weekend, and then the dreaded response, “but I do make you feel special!” …how do I explain that he’s doing it wrong without sounding like an ungrateful bitch?! I’m so conflicted. I feel like if I bring it up again it will just make things worse and it’s not worth a blow out, he’s too good- he’s just a boy.
Basically- I didn’t feel special on Valentines day, and the things he thinks he’s doing to make me feel special are turning into, for lack of a better word, routine. Making me dinner for instance is more so, it feels like, because I’m there and he can’t cook for himself without making me something too without being a dick.
He used to send me sweet emails to come home to from school to and draw me pictures and bring me flowers (cheap/FREE, but thoughtful) Now he makes me dinner sometimes (which, don’t get me wrong, I LOVE) and watches movies I like (but tells me they make him feel terrible mid-way through so then I feel terrible), and comes to my functions (but later says they’re too expensive even though I pay for everything). I’m not going to my function to see him this weekend because if we go we’ll only get one drunken night together before a month of not seeing each other. I don’t know. Maybe I am being an ungrateful bitch.
Thank you tumblr friends, for listing to my relentless boy rants. I love him, I really really do- he’s freakishly perfect, just sometimes his boy brain shows and I don’t know how to say that it is without royally hurting his feelings. Advice would be appreciated, and I’ve never gotten a tumblr message:)
Lets just say it was… disappointing. We celebrated a day early and I got a box of Russell Stover chocolates, a white carnation, and dinner in the living room with his brother and tosh.0. I got him tickets to Peter Bjorn & John and offered to take him to Cheesecake Factory for cheesecake and got turned down. It was our first Valentines together and we’ve been dating for almost a year…
I did have a lovely evening with the best big ever, abnormallyyours though. A take-out hibachi valentines dinner date, new episode of Intervention, and Franzia, t’was delish and much needed.
How do I tell boyfriend he made me feel generic on Valentines day and not sound like an ungrateful bitch?
I got to spend the last 45 minutes of my hour-and-a-half ride with half of the Chapel Hill campus’ mall whores crammed on a city bus. You can imagine my excitement when my nice quiet empty bus pulled up to a mob (like 50 people) of loud girls with bags and bags of mall gear. 30 minutes of a bus full of wannabe sorostitutes who weren’t pretty enough to make it into a UNC sorority (I know this because if they were in a sorority they would have had access to a car to go to the mall instead of- god forbid- a city bus) but they were decked out in pretend UNC sorority wear. It was awesome. Never again am I riding the 5:30 800 bus on a Saturday. Lesson learned.
I’m still recovering from my, for lack of a better word, weird Valentines Day. I’ll report about it later.
Happy Valentines Day though tumblr, hope it was excellent and some of your minds were changed about how awesome it really is, even if it doesn’t turn out quite as expected…
This morning I went to the blind school in Raleigh to make Valentines for the little blind kids for my sorority’s philanthropy while fighting a hangover with black coffee and powerade… Greek life in a nutshell.
Are the hardest things to write ever. I thought I had gotten away from them forever, until of course I got that waitlist/denial letter everyone hopes for.
One of my essays last year was about how bad I am at writing college essays. The topic was “Talk about a time when you tried something you had no talent for. How did it go?” My essay went a little something like: “I suck at writing college essays. Why can’t you give us a real topic. Please excuse my lack of personal essay skills. You tell me how it went…”
And so… here I am again. Back where I was exactly a year ago. Killing myself over goddamn college essays about a “group project”. What? What kind of colorful, vibrant work of prose can I make with that? ”Yeah so, this one time I had to make a trifold in history and I did all the work and made an A.”
Whatever. I got crafty and I’m writing about how I did a bunch of high school plays and made lots of friends and it was a group effort blahblahblah. fuck this.
So I have a mixer tomorrow, and despite having death illness all week and really wanting nothing more than a day without obligation- I’m going. I’m keeping up with my “No Weekend Left Behind” resolution and I’m excited.
To top it off, it’s jungle theme. I’m going as panther in hopes of not being mistaken for hooker black cat rape suit. We’ll see! I’ve got jungle sunglasses- hoping that’ll clear things up.
I’m so tempted to decorate a shoebox with hearts and glitter and stickers and put it outside my door so people can put valentines in it. I also want to give out Valentines all day on Monday.
I’m. so. excited.
Also- everyone needs to cheer the fuck up. It’s fucking Thursday and the best day ever is in four days. I’m tired of people bring me down all week. Get some Ben and Jerrys and some dove chocolate hearts and watch Bridget Jones (because we all know her life sucks way more than ours) and move on.
Day two of oncoming death illness and a design quiz later. Good thing I made killer flashcards and I have friends who love me enough to hook me up with day-quil until I can get a box. It’s beautiful out and I have dinner with my big, abnormallyyours, to look forward to.
Is my FAVORITE holiday. A whole day for candy, chocolate, flowers, everything pink, and sex… what’s not to love? I’m sick of the haters. I’ve only ever been single or been with a shithead guy on V-day. Never have I ever had a legit Valentines day with dinner, flowers, sex, whatever with a nice guy. Nonetheless, it’s still the best holiday. I can’t say I’ve ever had a bad Valentines day. Last year I FINALLY cut ties for good with my ex and spent the evening texting boytoy (who turned into boyfriend a month later) who sent me a picture of flowers- which was more than my ex ever got me.
This year will be my first real, grown up Valentines day. Festivities will be a day early, but it totally still counts and I can’t wait. I love it.
So leave it alone haters. Get your own chocolate, flowers, vibrator, what have you and make it a good one. Break away form the pitiful mantra of lonely self loathing Valentine shit talkers and make it a good day because it is.
This week I rode on the business Chapel Hill express bus which is significantly less exciting than the normal TTA bus I take. The express bus goes straight to UNC while the other one rides through the airport and the sketchy Durham mall and some other borderline dangerous areas leaving room for a nice collection of colorful characters. Though I rode on the safer, professor/grad student laden express bus, I did sit next to this guy with a whole book of why graphic design is important in the coming corporate era. He was showing this woman his book and I was eavesdropping and sneaking peeks at the different graphs and ways they came up with to represent data. It was so neat and related exactly to what I’m learning in my graphic design class.
And so, the debate continues… to be a design kid, or a political scientist/lobbyist/activist… or both.