Current obsession: Snow Patrol - Just Say Yes
The whole thing is my life right now
"Just say yes
Just say there's nothing holding you back.
It's not a test
nor a trick of the mind...
only love."
I'll be mostly gone for the next week or two as I finish this semester, finals, finish packing, move, and start unpacking in my new home in Maryland with the love of my life.
It's amazing that a year ago I was single, and was SO jaded I never thought i'd fall in love like this ever. I am SO blessed.
4.27.2010
Day Seventeen of Thirty: An Art Piece
Edgar Degas
The Green Dancer
I have loved this painting forever. It reminds me of my childhood.
4.26.2010
Day Sixteen of Thirty: A Song that makes me cry
... you know those country songs that are all about the girl and boy falling in love and then someone croaking? They are like the musical versions of Nicholas Sparks novels. ANY of those make me cry. Most specifically, "Don't take the girl" by Tim McGraw.
I don't actually LISTEN to country music, but I used to when I was in my redneck phase in like 7th grade.
I don't actually LISTEN to country music, but I used to when I was in my redneck phase in like 7th grade.
4.23.2010
Day Fifteen of Thirty: A Fanatic
I don't have a fucking clue what today's list item means. A fanatic? Of WHAT? WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN?!?!
I'm fanatical about a lot of things. Wait, is that even a word? Miriam-Webster says yes! WOO!
Ok, so that's one. I'm a little bit of a grammar junkie/nazi. Sure, we all make spelling and grammar mistakes on the reg, but I cringe when I scroll through my friend's status updates on Facebook, uh, DAILY, because people are just mother fucking LAZY. Text/LOL speak makes me crazy. Sure, it's handy, but honestly, you can't take the time to type out I LOVE YOU instead of luv u. HONESTLY? (My boyfriend and I had a talk about this early in our relationship. haha)
I'm kind of fanatical about cleaning too, but only in short bursts. When I decide I want to clean I WANT TO DO IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW DO NOT TRY AND STOP ME. I am moving in with my boyfriend in less than two weeks, and he has two teenagers that we will have every few days. oh em gee.
I'm a huge foodie fanatic too. I love to cook and to eat. (I got the ass to prove it too). Lucky for me, the boyfriend does too. Whoo! I am DEFINITELY that girl that would rather blow $100 at a nice restaurant than buy new shoes. Sure, I'll be hungry again in a few hours, but it was SO GOOD I don't even care.
I'm fanatical about a lot of things. Wait, is that even a word? Miriam-Webster says yes! WOO!
Ok, so that's one. I'm a little bit of a grammar junkie/nazi. Sure, we all make spelling and grammar mistakes on the reg, but I cringe when I scroll through my friend's status updates on Facebook, uh, DAILY, because people are just mother fucking LAZY. Text/LOL speak makes me crazy. Sure, it's handy, but honestly, you can't take the time to type out I LOVE YOU instead of luv u. HONESTLY? (My boyfriend and I had a talk about this early in our relationship. haha)
I'm kind of fanatical about cleaning too, but only in short bursts. When I decide I want to clean I WANT TO DO IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW DO NOT TRY AND STOP ME. I am moving in with my boyfriend in less than two weeks, and he has two teenagers that we will have every few days. oh em gee.
I'm a huge foodie fanatic too. I love to cook and to eat. (I got the ass to prove it too). Lucky for me, the boyfriend does too. Whoo! I am DEFINITELY that girl that would rather blow $100 at a nice restaurant than buy new shoes. Sure, I'll be hungry again in a few hours, but it was SO GOOD I don't even care.
4.22.2010
Day Fourteen of Thirty: A Non- Fiction Book
This book is one that I read over the course of a weekend a few years ago
I still regularly think about it. I became so entrenched in the story that I feel like I was there.
As a true story, it is both heartbreaking and amazing.
I definitely suggest reading it, but keep the tissues handy.
4.21.2010
Umm, yeah... I think today tried to kill me
...but only for an hour.
I set out at One pm to run to Office Depot for office supplies and to pick up some lunch for myself since everyone else (ie the one other person I work with, my boss), was not here.
Office Depot didn't have 4 of the 5 things I needed. So I abandoned my cart with the one thing I DID find in it and walked back to my car across the crowded ass parking lot. I figured, "Hell, I'll just run to Staples."
I turned on to a back street, paused at a red light for a moment, and when the green flipped, I began to accellerate. Dead. Nothing. Car did NOT want to continue on our intended path to Staples. A cop that had been across the road from me when I stalled out pulled up behind me with his lights on so no one would smash into me. *thanks*
I shut off the car. Cop asked what happened. I shrugged "Old car" I mumbled to him. Turned it back on and it was alive again. And then sputtered out. Shut off the AC rolled down a window so as not to die, and it started. I thanked my new cop friend and sputtered down the road. I would limp it to a gas station. Nearly out of gas.
Made it to the nearest gas station, about a mile away, and pulled up to the pump.
Inserted my debit card. "PLEASE SEE CASHIER" flashed on the screen.
Fuck.
I put in my old billing zip, not the new one, in Maryland, that I should have entered. I tried again. Still rejected.
The man inside was less than helpful.
I, of course, only had ONE single dollar in my wallet. That wasn't going to cut it for gas when it's $2.89 a gallon.
I called my bank, got the automated "You must approve these transactions aren't fraud" attendant, and tried again. Nada.
So I walked next door to the ATM. Nothing.
Called my bank again, RE-authorized the transactions, and then yelled into the automated attendant until it recognized my desire to speak to a flesh and blood human, and not a computer.
Blah blah blah confirm my info, transferred to the HUMAN attendant in the fraud department, and he asks me a million questions about myself and my account and releases the hold.
Try again.
"PLEASE SEE CASHIER"
Luckily, I'm still on the phone with the human at my bank. He said to try inside.
Guy inside says they don't have a swiping thing inside.
Walk BACK to the bank, with guy still on the phone, withdraw $20, thank my new BoA Human Friend, who said it sounds like an issue with the gas stations card terminals and go BACK to the gas station.
I slapped my $20 for pump 3 on the counter and said "Its not my card, its your credit card terminals."
"whatever" the douchey attendant shrugs at me
Near tears from frustration (and now hunger and 90 degree heat) I pump my gas and leave.
Note to self, put an emergency $10 in the glove box from now on.
And remember you don't live in Florida in two more weeks.
I set out at One pm to run to Office Depot for office supplies and to pick up some lunch for myself since everyone else (ie the one other person I work with, my boss), was not here.
Office Depot didn't have 4 of the 5 things I needed. So I abandoned my cart with the one thing I DID find in it and walked back to my car across the crowded ass parking lot. I figured, "Hell, I'll just run to Staples."
I turned on to a back street, paused at a red light for a moment, and when the green flipped, I began to accellerate. Dead. Nothing. Car did NOT want to continue on our intended path to Staples. A cop that had been across the road from me when I stalled out pulled up behind me with his lights on so no one would smash into me. *thanks*
I shut off the car. Cop asked what happened. I shrugged "Old car" I mumbled to him. Turned it back on and it was alive again. And then sputtered out. Shut off the AC rolled down a window so as not to die, and it started. I thanked my new cop friend and sputtered down the road. I would limp it to a gas station. Nearly out of gas.
Made it to the nearest gas station, about a mile away, and pulled up to the pump.
Inserted my debit card. "PLEASE SEE CASHIER" flashed on the screen.
Fuck.
I put in my old billing zip, not the new one, in Maryland, that I should have entered. I tried again. Still rejected.
The man inside was less than helpful.
I, of course, only had ONE single dollar in my wallet. That wasn't going to cut it for gas when it's $2.89 a gallon.
I called my bank, got the automated "You must approve these transactions aren't fraud" attendant, and tried again. Nada.
So I walked next door to the ATM. Nothing.
Called my bank again, RE-authorized the transactions, and then yelled into the automated attendant until it recognized my desire to speak to a flesh and blood human, and not a computer.
Blah blah blah confirm my info, transferred to the HUMAN attendant in the fraud department, and he asks me a million questions about myself and my account and releases the hold.
Try again.
"PLEASE SEE CASHIER"
Luckily, I'm still on the phone with the human at my bank. He said to try inside.
Guy inside says they don't have a swiping thing inside.
Walk BACK to the bank, with guy still on the phone, withdraw $20, thank my new BoA Human Friend, who said it sounds like an issue with the gas stations card terminals and go BACK to the gas station.
I slapped my $20 for pump 3 on the counter and said "Its not my card, its your credit card terminals."
"whatever" the douchey attendant shrugs at me
Near tears from frustration (and now hunger and 90 degree heat) I pump my gas and leave.
Note to self, put an emergency $10 in the glove box from now on.
And remember you don't live in Florida in two more weeks.
Day Thirteen of Thirty: A fictional book
The grammar nazi in me is cringing right now. A "fictional book" would be a book that did not actually exist. A "Book of Fiction" which is what I think they meant in this list, is a whole 'nother Oprah.
Sooooo, a book of fiction that I love, that I haven't already discussed....
Shit. I can't think of any. I think my brain is flooded with thoughts of moving, finals, and my LAST WEEK AT MY JOB (after 8 years, that's friggin AWESOME).
I usually read fiction or memiors. Though I tend to LOVE memiors more than ficiton. Meh. This post is faily.
Sooooo, a book of fiction that I love, that I haven't already discussed....
Shit. I can't think of any. I think my brain is flooded with thoughts of moving, finals, and my LAST WEEK AT MY JOB (after 8 years, that's friggin AWESOME).
I usually read fiction or memiors. Though I tend to LOVE memiors more than ficiton. Meh. This post is faily.
4.20.2010
Day Twelve of Thirty: Whatever tickles my fancy
This is a little bit of reflection.
Today is April 20th, 2010.
Eleven years ago, on this day, I sat in my high school lunchroom when our principal came over the intercom.
He informed us that schools across the country were being locked down due to a school shooting.
I sat with my friends, not thinking anoything of it at first, in our upper middle class Chicago suburb high school. Sitting in part of the million dollar renovation that they'd just completed. Eating garbage food, and discussing trashy topics.
And then our principal announced that the shooting had taken place at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado.
Most people just shrugged and went back to their meals. Or resumed their discussion of the Marilyn Manson Concert set to take place that night in Chicago. (why I remember that particular detail, I have NO idea)
But not me.
My mother, about 9 months prior had moved to Colorado with my little brother. She'd moved to Littleton.
And then, it hit me. If I'd not moved to live with my dad, and stayed with my mom, MY school would have just been shot up that morning by two of my peers. Possibly killing my friends or teachers. Or me.
I don't believe in God. I believe that there is definitely something larger than me, but I can't believe that there is an "old man in the sky" or whatever other variation of the idea of God people come up with. Im very spiritual, but not religious in any way. I don't pray. I actually CANT pray. I've tried over the years, but it seems so false. So I don't. I think to myself instead. Maybe that's my way of praying.
But, I had never felt like someTHING intervened in my life more than at that moment of revelation. I could have died. And EVERY year on this anniversary, I feel blessed that the Universe chose to put me in a different situation, and bless me with the opportunity to have a full, hopefully long life. Not one cut short by the inhumanity of two teenage boys.
I am reminded each year to be thankful for all of the ups and downs I've faced over the last 365 days. For I may have never seen them.
xo-
K
Today is April 20th, 2010.
Eleven years ago, on this day, I sat in my high school lunchroom when our principal came over the intercom.
He informed us that schools across the country were being locked down due to a school shooting.
I sat with my friends, not thinking anoything of it at first, in our upper middle class Chicago suburb high school. Sitting in part of the million dollar renovation that they'd just completed. Eating garbage food, and discussing trashy topics.
And then our principal announced that the shooting had taken place at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colorado.
Most people just shrugged and went back to their meals. Or resumed their discussion of the Marilyn Manson Concert set to take place that night in Chicago. (why I remember that particular detail, I have NO idea)
But not me.
My mother, about 9 months prior had moved to Colorado with my little brother. She'd moved to Littleton.
And then, it hit me. If I'd not moved to live with my dad, and stayed with my mom, MY school would have just been shot up that morning by two of my peers. Possibly killing my friends or teachers. Or me.
I don't believe in God. I believe that there is definitely something larger than me, but I can't believe that there is an "old man in the sky" or whatever other variation of the idea of God people come up with. Im very spiritual, but not religious in any way. I don't pray. I actually CANT pray. I've tried over the years, but it seems so false. So I don't. I think to myself instead. Maybe that's my way of praying.
But, I had never felt like someTHING intervened in my life more than at that moment of revelation. I could have died. And EVERY year on this anniversary, I feel blessed that the Universe chose to put me in a different situation, and bless me with the opportunity to have a full, hopefully long life. Not one cut short by the inhumanity of two teenage boys.
I am reminded each year to be thankful for all of the ups and downs I've faced over the last 365 days. For I may have never seen them.
xo-
K
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