You sucked. Sorry, you did. Usually I am a bright and happy person, but you made my disposition for the year completely crappy. You gave me a horrible break-up, which I am still reaping the un-benefits from. You did not give me a promotion at work even though I deserved it. You gave me a few laughs, but overall I can't credit you for anything.
Goodbye and farewell.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Decade in Review: 2000-2001
In a countdown for a new decade, I think a synopsis of the past years would be appropriate. With the time remaining being 5 days exactly, I need to do the reviews in 2 year increments.
2000
I rang this year at in with a bang - take that for what you will. I was on my second semester at college and part of a business fraternity. Yes, co-ed. I learned the hard truth about college credit cards and the beauty of online shopping that made it able to hide all spending from a parent.
That summer I finally moved out of my mom's house and moved in with my best friend from HS. That summer was full of drinking, debauchery and stories that told out of context wouldn't be very entertaining, so let's just say it was fun :) It was also one of the hottest summers I can remember and of course the A/C went out for a few days.
That was the year of the infamous "dangling chads" election which turned into a drinking game everytime they said "chad" or "dangling".
That winter took me on a trip to NYC and meeting a (guy) friend of a friend from Yale and getting a fake Arizona ID that actually lasted me a year of underage drinking in clubs and bars.
2001
I consider the spring semester a turning point in the technological age social scene. I spent hours on AOL talking to above mentioned Yalie, exchanging suggestions on songs to download on Napster (I am sure RIAA would sure me for millions with the amount of songs I had), thinking online class registration was so much better than having to call into a phone number and using a Telnet application for look for classes, and being a attention whore everytime we went out so that we can take "electronic" pictures and post them on our friends college webpage (which I would also make sure above mentioned Yalie knew about).
I had already had a cell phone for a couple years, but it wasn't until I went to Spain and discovered texting - which was unheard of in the USA as of yet. Of course one cannot fail to mention 9/11, which occured the day before I was to fly out of JFK to Spain for my study abroad. I stood steady in Conneticut waiting for the airlines to open up and got a call from my mom saying a previous biopsy I had came back with melanoma. So instead of a plane to Madrid, I was on a very solemn, almost empty Southwest flight back to Texas three days after 9/11. I had surgery to remove everything, and was on a flight to Madrid a week later.
After a couple nervous breakdowns on being in a foreign city, a trip to Salamanca to experience my first "no sleep" party night and 600 dollars in collect calls back home, I finally found an apt in the Estrecho neighborhood. A fellow American and Spanish friend of mine went out to celebrate, where, in a sea of hot Latin men, I of course find a Californian boy on vacation with his cousin and proceed to spend the rest of his time there hopelessly infatutatued and him promising to bring me to California - which he did during Thanksgiving.
I spent Chritmas back in Texas after shedding 10 pounds from walking everywhere even though I ate some the richest food ever and drank with almost every meal. Hopped back on a trans-Atlantic flight to Spain, just in time to greet my friends visiting me for the new year. How I didn't know about frequent flyers miles at this point was beyond me...
2000
I rang this year at in with a bang - take that for what you will. I was on my second semester at college and part of a business fraternity. Yes, co-ed. I learned the hard truth about college credit cards and the beauty of online shopping that made it able to hide all spending from a parent.
That summer I finally moved out of my mom's house and moved in with my best friend from HS. That summer was full of drinking, debauchery and stories that told out of context wouldn't be very entertaining, so let's just say it was fun :) It was also one of the hottest summers I can remember and of course the A/C went out for a few days.
That was the year of the infamous "dangling chads" election which turned into a drinking game everytime they said "chad" or "dangling".
That winter took me on a trip to NYC and meeting a (guy) friend of a friend from Yale and getting a fake Arizona ID that actually lasted me a year of underage drinking in clubs and bars.
2001
I consider the spring semester a turning point in the technological age social scene. I spent hours on AOL talking to above mentioned Yalie, exchanging suggestions on songs to download on Napster (I am sure RIAA would sure me for millions with the amount of songs I had), thinking online class registration was so much better than having to call into a phone number and using a Telnet application for look for classes, and being a attention whore everytime we went out so that we can take "electronic" pictures and post them on our friends college webpage (which I would also make sure above mentioned Yalie knew about).
I had already had a cell phone for a couple years, but it wasn't until I went to Spain and discovered texting - which was unheard of in the USA as of yet. Of course one cannot fail to mention 9/11, which occured the day before I was to fly out of JFK to Spain for my study abroad. I stood steady in Conneticut waiting for the airlines to open up and got a call from my mom saying a previous biopsy I had came back with melanoma. So instead of a plane to Madrid, I was on a very solemn, almost empty Southwest flight back to Texas three days after 9/11. I had surgery to remove everything, and was on a flight to Madrid a week later.
After a couple nervous breakdowns on being in a foreign city, a trip to Salamanca to experience my first "no sleep" party night and 600 dollars in collect calls back home, I finally found an apt in the Estrecho neighborhood. A fellow American and Spanish friend of mine went out to celebrate, where, in a sea of hot Latin men, I of course find a Californian boy on vacation with his cousin and proceed to spend the rest of his time there hopelessly infatutatued and him promising to bring me to California - which he did during Thanksgiving.
I spent Chritmas back in Texas after shedding 10 pounds from walking everywhere even though I ate some the richest food ever and drank with almost every meal. Hopped back on a trans-Atlantic flight to Spain, just in time to greet my friends visiting me for the new year. How I didn't know about frequent flyers miles at this point was beyond me...
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Not Home for the Holidays...
I have already failed to update my entries on a timely basis, but what better way to jump start a blog than writing about a woebegotten staycation.
It isn't as depressing as it sounds. 2009 was a doozy of a year, and thanks to work not acknowledging the rest of America was slowing down for the holidays, and personal matters taking a crazy turn, Christmas snuck up on me. I haven't ventured to the mall at all for gifts, and the only shopping I have done is the 5 trips to Ann Talylor Loft to buy myself pretty much everything they have in the store (Who can pass up 40% off ANYTHING? Thank you recession.) I have since decided to not take my usually 3 hours drive back home and instead staying at my apartment in Dallas alone.
First, if you are making a sad face, please don't. I don't understand the aw's and statements of grief that people are giving me when I say I am not going home. I am actually looking forward to it. Back home, it is pretty much just my mom and my sister now, and they understand. In an even more anti-'tis the season gesture, I am sending them cash in the mail. But who doesn't love cash?
Other reasons contributed to my decision:
I honestly couldn't think of anywhere better to be. Merry Christmas!
It isn't as depressing as it sounds. 2009 was a doozy of a year, and thanks to work not acknowledging the rest of America was slowing down for the holidays, and personal matters taking a crazy turn, Christmas snuck up on me. I haven't ventured to the mall at all for gifts, and the only shopping I have done is the 5 trips to Ann Talylor Loft to buy myself pretty much everything they have in the store (Who can pass up 40% off ANYTHING? Thank you recession.) I have since decided to not take my usually 3 hours drive back home and instead staying at my apartment in Dallas alone.
First, if you are making a sad face, please don't. I don't understand the aw's and statements of grief that people are giving me when I say I am not going home. I am actually looking forward to it. Back home, it is pretty much just my mom and my sister now, and they understand. In an even more anti-'tis the season gesture, I am sending them cash in the mail. But who doesn't love cash?
Other reasons contributed to my decision:
- The drive: There are two paths to go home - a clogged up interstate for two hours and then a two lane highway I like to call the "Highway of Death" OR a boring no man's land interstate and then a two lane highway in which I always get behind the one idiot that refuses to let me pass. Both options leave me with the worst case of road rage.
- The timing: Christmas just wasn't on my schedule.
- The mood: I actually put up my tree and decorated as much as I could, but I just couldn't get in the spirit. I fully plan on going to church to Christmas Eve service, but other than that I just wasn't taken. Oh and it is 70 degress outside..first day of winter my ass.
I honestly couldn't think of anywhere better to be. Merry Christmas!
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Congratulations, you found me...
First, I use ellipses way too much, but love them so much I refuse to research the proper way to use them. I know this and many other things this will offend a many of my English major (and Master and PhD candidate friends), so I give them free reign to comment away at my grammar and lackadaisical use of big words like lackadaisical. I also wish this blog editor had spell check, because I have already had to use a new tab window thrice to Google the correct spelling of words.
Second, I know it is probably in bad blog form to use the first blog post to explain why I created the blog, but I give explanation where explanation is due.
A long, long time ago in a not recently visited galaxy called MySpace, a certain young woman had a blog that appearantly has a small, but loyal following unbeknownst to her.
While I don't expect this hiliarous blurbs of brillance to spill onto the pages, or have any purpose whatsoever, I hope others find it entertaining.
Second, I know it is probably in bad blog form to use the first blog post to explain why I created the blog, but I give explanation where explanation is due.
A long, long time ago in a not recently visited galaxy called MySpace, a certain young woman had a blog that appearantly has a small, but loyal following unbeknownst to her.
While I don't expect this hiliarous blurbs of brillance to spill onto the pages, or have any purpose whatsoever, I hope others find it entertaining.
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