December 2010
49 posts
free trial.
started a netflix free trial last night so i could watch all the weeds and how i met your mother that i haven’t seen yet.
UHOH.
lumberjack.
is it weird i really want boots like this for winter so i can bum around and never have to wear real people clothes on the weekend/when i’m not in class or at my internship?
false alarm.
i found it. so anticlimactic.
phew.
good thing i’m not dating and interested in telling all my facebook friends. i just spent 10 minutes trying to find out how i could list myself in a relationship, SHOULD I WANT TO WHICH I DON’T, and i can’t figure it out.
single forever!!
bedazzled.
i’m still cackling with anticipation over wearing a bedazzled baseball cap every time i drink this semester.
bonus: it’s black, so it won’t clash with anything.
all i do is win [win win].
because i’m a wrapstar.
excuse me. →
uh jason,
pretty sure you said you were mine, like years ago. or was “i’m yours” not directed at me?
what the hell.
most livable city.
reason #1 why my city is better than yours: you’ve [probably] never seen an employee playing christmas songs on an accordion in the grocery store.
reason #2 why my city is better than yours: you’ve definitely never seen another patron ask if he knows christmas in hollis and then when he asks what that is, start rapping it at him. they then discussed the steelers/penguins wins from...
best.
i like wiz’s “black and yellow” best when i am driving to or from the ymca to workout. it just feels right.
11 things.
thanks for discovering this, britt.
11 things my life does not need in 2011 (in no particular order, some serious, some funny, some snarky as … balls).
11. dramz. i’m not going to take the bait anymore, and i’m not putting myself in the middle of anything that doesn’t involve me directly. at least, god, i hope not.
10. stinkbugs. they’ve been harassing me at...
fingers crossed.
that i don’t run into anyone i know at the gym, that it’s not crowded, and that people leave me the eff alone in the free weight room. contrary to popular belief, sometimes girls DO know what they’re doing in there.
bad plaid.
never thought i’d see the day when i said someone was wearing too much plaid… but yesterday on the t on the way to the airport, the lady in the full length, bright red, plaid cape and matching dress, was a little over the top…
blitzburgh.
how i knew that i had, in fact, boarded the right plane (aside from the fact that my boarding pass was for pittsburgh, and they let me on): 90% of the tvs were tuned to the steelers game (thank you for buying the directv nfl football pass, jetblue, you rock), people were bonding over poor calls by the refs, and everyone grumbled during the 10 minutes we lost satellite during takeoff because that...
b00bs.
dear teenage boys, i’m making you fight for them. sincerely, bra clasps.
by the numbers.
20 minutes to undo:
4 days
3 hours
6 strands of lights
50 push pins.
c32 is officially undecorated. and for as much time and effort as we put in to decorate, it was alarmingly not time consuming to take it all down (don’t worry chris, i was REALLY neat when i did it!).
naughty.
Dear Santa,
How much for the list with all the naughty girls on it?
Sincerely, Teenage Boy.
it's the most wonderful time of the year.
i’m baking holiday noms.
this. is. bliss.
ahhh i am in LOVE. →
kitchen.
it’s not really that exciting when you clean it if 90% of the time the mess is your fault…
not just for the employees.
pretty much everyone should wash their hands after using a public restroom. girl who was just in there with me and ran out like a bat out of hell? that includes you. this is me, calling you out.
“i can’t help being a gorgeous fiend. it’s just the card i drew.”
– the queen of the damned, anne rice (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
so fiesty, i love it. give me some of your self-confidence.
blackberry.
dear blackberry,
stop having tumblr errors, some of my best material is being wasted/forgotten when you won’t work.
sincerely, yours truly.
crank.
the surefire way to prove you right when you ask me if i’m cranky, is to ask me if i’m cranky.
also...
i don’t like when the only desk i found in the library is right under a vent spewing cold air at an alarming rate… someone bring me gloves for my little hands!
things i hate.
in no particular order:
1. the tumblr dashboard being down EVERY time i try to post
2. getting 194/195 countries of the world on sporcle
3. my roommates calling me fat
4. people who don’t understand the concept of a dish washer
nom nom nom. →
oh well...
got 2 pages done out of 8-10.
and 0 out of 6-8.
but i went to spin class and worked for an hour at the pool?
curse my desire for money and my current lack of it…
