New work playlist

No particular rhyme or reason, but this is what I've got on repeat:


So come on, and shake your bum-maker.  That's what I'm singing in my head... which generally means it's wrong.  Don't burst my bubble.


In honor of Bobyn... another good friend lost to Canada.  Wah.


Give me cinnamon rice drink.


I don't think I'll ever die living as free as Gaga's hair, but whatever.  It's an ideal.


I've been listening to this since finals, and I finally just googled Bette Davis to check out her eyes.  All I know is that if I had Gaga's hair, and Bette Davis's eyes... ow ow.


Like a boss.

One more day til a mini vacay... Happy Fourth everyone!

Sometimes this happens...

Love Letters

My love of Love Letters on Boston.com is well documented and understood, but today's is kind of wild:

I bring you: I think about women.  I usually agree with Meredith, but today I think she's nuts.  If you tell your husband you're thinking about women all the time, that's the end, right?  Isn't marriage predicated on wanting to be handcuffed to someone in particular, which necessarily includes their gender?  If this were reversed, and it were the guy questioning his orientation, I feel like this would be an automatic gameover; but because it's a woman, it's somehow less egregious and supposed to be "exciting" for her husband.  I'm realizing day by day that no marriage is Disney-perfect, and every relationship has shades of gray to it; but if you feel trapped with a man when you're meant to be with a woman, isn't that the most basic reason to call it quits?

I know it's more complicated than can be expressed in a love letter, but I just feel like this advice is the old-timey, "ignore what you feel" mantra... or try to get your husband to approve of it.  Am I crazy?

Are you stalking me?

Because that would be super!

So, as an avid google reader/blog afficionado, I've developed a massive collection of blogs that I check in on everyday.  My casebook may go untouched, and my name card will thus be "misplaced" come Tuesday/Thursday nights of summer class, but dammit I know exactly what's happening with my blog loves.

It's sort of like having a favorite TV series where you follow the lives of people you don't know but are interesting and exciting and somehow you feel like they're your own friends.  This is acceptable with TV people, because that's fake life, but feeling creepy close to an actual person I don't know? That's called stalking, and I'm walking a fiiiiiiine line, girl.

Except when a blog of a friend of a real life friend happened to post that she was coming to BOSTON LAST WEEK... I got weird and asked what they were doing...  and then there was an epic meet up, and a 90's dance party, and then this happened.

Thanks for not filing a restraining order, for being awesome in real life, and for making social media seem less like I'm just talking to myself...

Oh, and for making me feel like part of the TV show.  I'm totally FAMOUS now guys!

The walking home debate

Because I live in America's walking city -- apparently, not-so-named during the winter -- I like to walk home.  From everywhere.  Especially when it's nice out and the train has stopped running and I may or may not have been out having some grape juice with friends all night.

Which makes me a Lifetime movie in the making.

Other than take this girl's advice, my main dilemma is avoiding talking to people.  Because late at night people like to yell weird things at you and engage you in a conversation that you don't want to have.   So to avoid this ugly scenario, I wear my headphones, but with the music super low or off just so that I can ignore the dude hollering at me, without appearing rude or escalating the situation by being that girl that ignores him/them/it.

I walk by a lot of homeless people between work and school if you can't tell.

So, naturally, Friday night when I was walking home through a super collegiate section of town, I had my headphones in.  The area was well lit, lots of people out and about, so it was safe for me to utilize the ignore button of real life by pretending I can't hear you over my whisper soft music.

And then a group of college dudes walks by and starts yelling.  And I keep walking.  Then, one turns around, jogs back to me, and taps me on the shoulder.  I wheel around, ready to give him the old Billie Blanks jab to the throat, when, WHAM.  Right in my face... he hands me a flower, smiles, and  jogs back to his friends.

Sometimes, I am way too cynical.

Thank God I didn't peak too early

Operating under the presumption that one can never be too humble, Grammie Charlotte has had this picture on her kitchen table forever.  What's more fascinating is that, as I've grown and matured and no longer resemble a moustache-less Hitler, this picture remains.  While normal families accentuate the positive in each person, glossing over the less-than-newsworthy parts like a bad report card, my family put the dictator-tor front and center at mealtime.



Watch out, fellas.

 There was no way for me to grow up anything short of self-deprecating.

Anyway, what is wrong with people and facebook these days?  A magazine I picked up at the gym explained facebook perfectly - if you're having a bad day, post a picture of yourself looking gooood, or a funny pic, or something silly, and watch people come out and support/laugh/compliment you to no end.  It's a fantastic self-esteem booster, (sorry, just sayin.) 

Therefore, I'd like a moratorium on the facebook self-pity thing.  Fine, I had to accept your friendship because I knew you that one time because of that thing.  I won't be rude, we can be friends.  But your access to my newsfeed is privileged, and you should treat it as such.  Nothing is more annoying than having to find out how to hide your posts so that I don't have to hear about how fat you are as I'm glancing through everyone's merry little lives.  You're not fat, you're just husky, and so am I, according to the levi's I had to wear in second grade (how rude of levi's to name them that).  Let's leave the tearful posts for the livejournals, or for NOT ON THE INTERNET.  It's not a good look for you, random acquaintance.

And more importantly, own whatever you got and laugh about it.  Floppy ears, bug eyes, angry tuft of hair and all.

Blackout

Taking me into the weekend...

On the Bruins and Ben Does Life

ANNND the Bruins win! What a wild and crazy couple of weeks.  Co-workers and friends have been faithfully watching playoff games every other night for what feels like forever, and it all ended in a crazy night last night.  Vancouver burnt down their city, and for once, Boston celebrated a major event and we all made it out of the night alive. A friend's boyfriend spent the night sound asleep on a bench down by the waterfront, but that's a story for another time...

Yes, those are my friends... or at least the one in the blue is.  I'm not taking ownership of the front dude.

Am I bandwagon fan?  Maybe.  I usually go to a couple of Bruins games a year, and they're always fun.  But in my defense to all the people who yell about pink hats - meaning bandwagon fans/girls who are SOO proud the Bruins scored a touchdown in the fourth inning! - the playoffs are when things get exciting.   It's easy to be a diehard Pats fan, given that Sundays are religiously about chili, couches, and Belicheck, but my schedule/life don't really allow me to be a diehard for any other sport.  1 o'clock Sox games tend to be lost in a mix of meetings/homework, but I'll jump at the chance for a night at Fenway, and I'll watch when the going gets good.  If that makes me a pink hat - liking to watch games that count for something - then that's a-ok.



Hannnyway.

Is anyone else in love with Ben, of Ben Does Life fame?  Other than a minor transgression where he supported the Canucks, (woof), he makes my heart melt.  He's the biggest loser without Bob and Jillian, just changing his mind and changing the world by telling his story.  Saturday, he's kicking off a nationwide "do life" tour to get you and me off our couches, and it's starting in Boston!  I plan to wear my finest black and yellow running apparel, because this do-life run/meet up will serendipitously coincide with the Bruins parade.  KARMA on that Canucks thing, eh?

Anyone else who wants to Do Life - here's the schedule.  See you on Saturday!

Texts from last night

Funny... I don't think I "shared" my number.  My friend also isn't named Katy.  I do recall a night, about three months ago, where she was looking for a way out of giving out her own number though...

Foursquare or be square?

My unsolicited opinion on foursquare? 

I'm creeped out about having my entire facebook world know my location, so I don't link it up to FB.  But, it's kind of cool to know where friends that you like - and are relatively certain won't  stalk you - are, and what they're doing.  My former Bostonian turned LA friend took it upon herself to DL and set up a foursquare account for me.  She also took the liberty of moving it to my blackberry homescreen.. because, getting to my phone contacts wasn't THAT important... She is currently my only foursquare friend, and insists that I check in only so that she can see where I am and what I'm doing in the city that she misses.  I think that's nice.

And the deals! LA lady checked in to a bar in San Diego, and we ended up with a free order of tater tots for every round of drinks we ordered.  Let's just say we made friends that evening.

What I'm really trying to say is - is anyone else sneaky on foursquare and do you want to be my friend?  Promise to only creep on you when I find out we are at the same place and it's a happy coincedence. I just love world's colliding, and I like foursquare's potential for facilitating controlled chaos.  Pleeeease?

I hate cats

Is this real life?



Other than the part where I HATE CATS, everything about them, holy moly girl.  When I start to worry that I'm a crazy girl, I'm going to look back on that time I watched your video fondly.

Wednesday's have a whole new meaning

Wednesday's are the best night of the week for finding love according to OkCupid.  This data must be legit, because I know the most people on this site, which is an obvious conclusion I was able to draw because I have completed a year of logic college.  Wednesdays's are also wildly convenient for KK, because I will be in class every Thursday night from now until forever.  Coincedence?  I think not.
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/06/05/magazine/nate-silver-wednesday-night-is-right-for-loving.html?_r=1

Can I get a hump day joke here?

Dating Do's and Dont's

Is it weird if I start sentences with "Say!" or "Suppose it went this way..?"