Blame it on the Alcohol.

I'm not sure how my chill evening turned to this. Like. How can 2 people put in this kind of work? I haven't been hung over like this since college. (Or NYE morning, after getting randomly shit faced with Morgs when SM was up here last December)
No. Bueno.
On a lighter note, Bud Light? You still go down like water. I still love you the most.


In other, loosely related news. My crush (my old boss from my job last year) is over. And not by my choice. *Note to readers*:
When they BBM you to make plans to meet up? Good sign!
When they BBM you to make plans to meet up to talk about the crush they have and how its progressing? Shit. Bad sign!
When they BBM you to make plans to meet up to talk about the crush they have and how its progressing and the girl is fucking hot and you can't even hate? Kiss of death.
Just some littler pearls.
Happy Halloween to all you gangsters.

Tip for Glasses Wearers.

My good friend Tony, (aka Tone-Town, Tony-Bologna, Tones) is a fellow glasses wearer. I spotted him strolling into one of our classes last semester doing the sunglasses-over-the-glasses thing. At first I thought that was only for old people who wear those glaucoma or cataracts blacked out frames over theirs. But hey, I'm no hater. So since I am an 80%-20% glasses-to-contact wearer I thought I could give it a try...
I got new big shade over spring break, and indeed they are big enough to go around my glasses frames. Not gonna lie, Tone-Town, I like your style, darling!

Venus vs. Mars-- Sports.

Morgs I often discuss the importance of football to a southern girl. Even if you personally don't give a shit about the game, you most likely have a boy (daddy, brother, boy) who does. An you need to have, at the least, a rudimentary understanding and appreciation for the game. I bring this up because, last night, the New York Football Jets lost to the Colts. It was a big deal for the city because the Jets haven't been this close in so long. They had an awesome season, and, oh yea....the Bankers blood is actually Gang Green.

On Saturday I sent him a morning text: " Morning Mister! J!E!T!S! today!!

to which he replied: "No, Babe. it's tomorrow... but I like that energy! you're excited!"


Like most fanatics, he's taking this loss like a death in the family and is in some sort of post-lost--football depression. I thought I'd know how to handle it, being raised in a house with a die-hard Tarheel and Steelers Daddy, and going to a legit state school.... but this time, I have no clue.

My approach so far has been silent support. I waited about an hour after the loss to hit him with the condolences text.... but what approach? Do I talk shit about the refs and the bs flags and penalties? Do I express heartbreak? No and No. 1) the Colts are fucking good. I had a feeling they were gonna win. and 2) My heart isn't broken. the Jets had a great season, their quarterback (Mark Sanchez, to the left) could get the business any day.... I mean, the world will go on. So I went with the "look on the bright side" angle.

Hours pass and I toss out the "How you doin?" text. Nothing. At this point I'm trying to calculate the impact of this loss on the rest of the week.... the next few weeks. I mean, I'm not exactly sure how much I'm able/willing to put up with. After thinking about it, I understand where he's coming from. This is a kid who rooted for NCSU all season because it's my Alma Mater (theres a pictures he sent me while I was home on Thanksgiving break and NCSU beat UNC). This super fan also got me Green knee socks (I love knee socks) for game day... I mean, he really cares about the team and while it's sort of funny... it's cute too.



I wake up to this text back "Goodnight Sesh.... thanks for all the love."

So maybe the healing has begun....?

Good thing it's over, and Monday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday are all days that are free game and football free.... for a few months....

Photographs

I think my brother, Kenneth (not his name, just a deep rooted joke, but I have probably called him by his government like 5 times in the last 5 years.) is the best thing pretty much on earth, so everything he does is perfect in my eyes (awww). He got a nice camera a year ago for Christmas and does a great job documenting all of my family's National Lampoon's-esque trips and gatherings. Those are a few he took during my families pre-christmas visit to New York.

Also this picture of my dad is divine. So awkward, so typical Frank, I love it.

cookie monster and elmo in the back. great. hahahahaha


(credit: F.K.H)

Sans Microwave.

I've had a few people inquire about how I manage without using a Microwave. I manage just fine! Haha.

No, for real. I stopped using a microwave over a year ago because at thanksgiving 08. My brother told some story about an experiment where these rats were injected with water or blood or something that had been in the microwave---and then the rats promptly died. Or some scary shit like that. But then you know, my family was discussing how weird it is that like, for example: you re-heat pizza in the microwave and it tastes crazy and the bread is all gummy... That is not normal!

So, I traded the microwave for a saucepan and the stove. (Or the oven and a pyrex dish.)

I find that it doesn't take that long, and the food is delicious. Another plus? My microwave is the perfect storage for dish rags and towels. No, seriously. Its strictly storage unless we have a microwave using guest over.

So, what you do,
- place your food in the pan and put the heat on medium or low. (If you've got something like pasta or rice add a little bit of water. Like a tiny splash).
-Cover with a lid so it gets all steamy and delicious.
-check it in like 5 min. Maybe a little stirring or shifting if you feel so inclined/its burning or sticking (if it is burning or sticking, turn the heat down. Duh)
-enjoy.

You're not 19 anymore.

I've been thinking a lot about growing up lately. I suppose its because that's where I am in life now. My friends are getting married, others are in grad school, you know, grown up stuff. Sure, 23 is close to 19 than it is to 30, but the shit you could do at 19 does not work anymore.

Today's example: at 23 years old I have a real respect for breakfast. It must be eaten to function.

In my youth breakfast was reserved for hangovers, weekends, and special occasions. I regularly went through my high school day on nothing but the slushie I got at wilco when I skipped spanish. And I'd eat lunch of course, but at like 2:00. That is some young girl behavior. I was thinking of the many convos I've had with RSJ and SM about the old days. Effortlessly thinner, and we still went to the gym all the time. I remember undergraduate days of skipping dinner to drink all night, or how we'd eat late night on the reg (like that's even acceptable.)
I'm def. To old for that mess now.

Now, if I don't eat everything breaks down. Can't think, can't work, bitchassness, the whole deal. Its so not worth it.

What I've learned now is that breakfast is where its at. That's a picture of my typical 5:30am meal. Sure, it looks like a meal for a 3rd grader, but I'm on a break from Special K red berries, and Fruit Loops are my second fav. I haven't mastered the art of 3-square meals and I still eat too much junk, but I'm workin on it.... All in due time I suppose.


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Hepburn vs Hilton

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Monday Morning I was, you know, in my pj's watching Hoda and KLG (why?) and this little pearl came on. Later I check my blackberry and Grace has send an email with the link to the review of the book with a excerpt. The books is called How to Be a Hepburn in a Hilton World and its by Jordan Christy. Girls. 1) I cannot wait to read this book, it's ordered and will meet me in New York. 2) how effin cute is Jordan Christy?! PS. she is Married. Just had a baby. and she is 25. Just wait, I'll find out if she was greek and if she's PBP, we're all freak, ha.

On another note, I found it befitting that this book and video is all up in my inbox right before the move. Like I said, I don't date. I absolutely love men, I just don't know any, I only know boys and I just don't have much tolerance for the ways boys behave. So I've just sort of bowed out and decided to bench myself starting in December 2008. This red-shirt season would have continued for the year of 2009, but I found out about Columbia in March. So now I'm pretty much rusty at the game, don't know how to even act right, because all of my training is based at PB's at NCSU's campus on a Thursdays drinking free beer. Since the book doesn't really fall into the same category as The Manual, Why Men date Bitches, or HJNTIY (the gold standard, pretty much). I am feeling more inclined to read it under the guise of sociology.... as it is technically looking at the social phenomenon of "stupid girls"....

So, Anyways. Snaps to Grace for sending the review. I'll be reading it.