Swell

So, I am loving my new Acer laptop, I am not finding enough time to use it. Especially considering the fact that I worked 19 hours on Wednesday! 19 Hours! I am turning into a work-a-holic. Date night tonight... I have a cute sailor outift picked out. Wohoo.

Perhaps

This morning in the Detroit Free Press, I was performing my weekly ritual of reading the Career Builder section that my father always pushes in front of me, whilst trying to drink my coffee. This weeks feature article in the section was about how people should take to blogging as something that would coincide with a resume. The blog should not include just personal ramblings, but thoughts on worldly events and such. This blog would then become a way of obtaining a writing sample from the person applying for a specific job.


Most of the time, I like to keep my opinions to myself about current events, as not to start fights with people who you would not usually argue with. I also don’t want people to know my views on everything, because I am usually paranoid and figure that most people would want to get an edge over me. Or perhaps think that they have me all figured out. A person is more than what they blog about. Personally, if someone wanted to express every opinion that held about everything in their life, I find them a tad bit desperate. There are other ways of expressing oneself, than simply through the keyboard beneath their fingers.

Better in Moderation

Besides listening to my neighbors yelling at their kids at the top of their lungs, today has been particularly uneventful. I am accustomed to tedious days in this town. The weather isn't quite right for tanning, not that I especially feel like it at this time anyway. There is a carninval in town, which I had no idea about. It is amazing how I can live in a town and have absolutely no idea about activities going on locally. Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that the only places I find myself at are my home, and the two houses I work at.


I think there is something wrong with me when not anything materialistic appeals to me. I actually walked in a store in Rochester yesterday and was bored. I guess that is an okay development. Just think of all the money I will save....


I want to see several horror films coming out in September. Jennifer's Body and Sorority Row. Other than that I think that August is going to be a particularly long month.


I have no idea what I am going to do for two weeks, considering the fact that I don't have to work until August 4th.

State of the Union

Is it strange to be completely sick of floral prints altogether. Why do my tastes change so much? Now I am in the mood the decorate my room in a Mexican style. I found this awesome vintage pottery owl from Mexico and made Charlie buy it for me. I really wanted this large vintage print of a burlesque dancer. She sort of looked like me. $300.00 was a bit much for it I believe. I suppose I could bargain.

pfft

It was another day of learning about Bernardo O'Higgins and the Royal Navy. I have so many essays due next week, but oddly find myself dreading the end of the semester. I am just not sure of the state of things. I also keep forgetting that I even have this blog. I guess I am not a dependable person.

Wishful Thinking

For a couple of days now I have been wishing it was the 80's. I used to feel that way all the time in high school. Apparently all these 80's movies are making me whimsical. I just finished watching "Can't Buy Me Love." Definitely not the best 80's teen movie, but it satisfied my fix for now.

Curious

I am in desperate need of new reading material. I kind of want to read a classic novel, but I am pretty sure I have already read the ones that interest me. Perhaps I should venture out of my comfort zone. I feel entirely stir crazy from this terrible weather. I want sunshine. It is hard to be optimistic when the weather is entirely banal.

ape...

My best friend married a gorilla in a photoshoot.

Saturdays...

I had not intended for every post to reflect my different feelings about the days of the week, but perhaps this will be the trend for this week. Today I woke up as though I had not slept at all and instantly needed my caffeine fix. Of course I had to put on a pot of coffee and after three large cups I had felt as though I had drank two more cups than I should have. Caffeine headaches are no fun. In between the overload of energy, I was continuing my viewing of Pushing Daisies. I love how entirely whimsical it is. It makes me want to purchase a large Victorian house to put all of my treasures (that have yet to be found) in. I also secretly wish I had an aunt who wore an eye patch. I love how the dialogue makes everyone speak so eloquently, a totally unrealistic portrayal of everyday vernacular. At least for most of the people that attend school with me.





I would love to have many cups of tea right about now, but the fact remains that I ran out of pomegranate tea a couple weeks ago and all of my others just don't seem quite as appealing.





My parents keep asking if I am on drugs. No, but I do love Clark Gable.

Fridays...

I cannot wait for Fridays. I feel like a high school student sitting in class waiting for the bell to ring lately. I sit impatiently in my last class staring at the time on my cell phone. I get anxious and annoyed at the thought of the professor rambling on for another minute about impudent facts that I couldn't care less about. But, I suppose the other saps in that class feel the same way. In fact, today the professor kept getting off track and having side conversations with other students. When I am in that class I feel as though I am inside of a huge inside joke that I am not a part of. In between feeling like a complete outcast, the professor introduced the idea that the people in the American colonies could be thought of as pirates for the manner in which they acted and the illegal activities unto which they had partaken in.


After school my boyfriend, his mother, and I all went to Oakland Mall to visit the pet store. The thought of all those adorable puppies pretty much kills me. She wanted a pug. So, as if he knew what were there for, the man working asked us if we wanted to play with it in the "puppy play pen." The little thing was afraid of my moccasins and it kept biting the string on my left foot and biting my jeans. Puppy teeth don't hurt in the least, it was just super adorable. Excessive "oohs" and "awws" ensued. Alas, she did not buy the puppy and I was a little disappointed.


I am a Wino.

Ramblings

So, this is my first official blog post ever! I am using that time that should be spent studying for my Latin American test to ramble about other things that are just more interesting as of right now. I have been watching Pushing Daisies, and I love the character Chuck, for other reasons than she has the same name as my boyfriend. She dresses amazing. I want to steal her wardrobe. She dresses in a style that I desperately am trying to emulate. Her makeup is also crisp and clean. The wardrobe reminds me a little of the movie Penelope.





I have this obsession with everything shabby chic lately. I have bought several shabby chic brand bed sets and am pining to finish my room. The wall color has yet to be decided. I am in love with vintage shabby chic flowers.