Holidays

My Favorite Halloween Moments

Welp, it’s Halloween which means that my birthday month is coming to a close. The presidential debates did a great job of taking the attention off of me and ruining my 25th birthday month. I’d like to close this October with a holiday-themed post. The following are my favorite Halloween moments from movies and TV. And by movies, I mean movie because I only named one.

The Hilarity of a Clever Costume: On How I Met Your Mother, the main character, Ted, dresses up as a hanging chad for a Halloween party. When I first saw this episode I thought, “Wow this is show is so funny!” And it was…for the first couple episodes. Then it was just the same thing over and over. How many times can someone laugh at Neil Patrick Harris saying “Legen–wait for it–dary!” I mean, come on. But yeah, the hanging chad costume made it all worth it.

* In case you don’t know what a hanging chad is, it’s the term for a voting ballot that hasn’t been punched out all the way. People used to punch a hole in paper to signify who their vote went to. I know, archaic. Al Gore kind of started the whole hanging chad thing right around the time that he invented the internet.

Realizing It’s Mandatory to Dress like a Skank: In Mean Girls, Cady learns the hard way when she shows up at a Halloween party in a costume that’s actually somewhat scary. I’ve never been a total fan of slutty costumes, although I’m sure if I had a super hot bod I would. I mean, if you got it, flaunt it! What I’m saying is that I can understand why it’s fun for girls to dress that way. It’s fun and exciting and you get tons of attention. Nothing’s better than that, right?!….

Home-Made Costumes That You Can’t Move In: Sue Heck from The Middle is one of the saddest characters that I’ve ever seen portrayed on a show. And I don’t mean that she’s emotionally sad, in fact Sue is genuinely a happy person. She’s just one of those people that you feel bad for. When Halloween rolls around, Sue decides to go as a single die. Unfortunately when she arrives at a party she is bumped into, overlooked, and used as a tabletop to hold her peer’s drinks.

The Fun of Dressing Up with Your Friends and Trick-or-Treating: This is really what Halloween is all about. The boys in Freaks and Geeks are some of my favorite characters ever. There is honestly nothing better than rocking an awesome costume and going out with your friends. Even if one of your friends dresses as The Bionic Woman.

 

 

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Feelings

Tongue-Tied

Have you ever felt unsure of yourself? Unsure of how to back yourself up or defend your own thought process? Have you ever second-guessed your own opinion? Have you ever been so flustered or caught up with emotion that when you tried to make a point it didn’t really make sense?

I know it may seem like I’m perfect, but I get really flustered when I debate with people in real life (opposed to blog-life). I try to stay away from debates and confrontation all together, but sometimes my mouth says things before my brain can say “No wait! Don’t say that!” (Blogging is totally different though. I’ll say things to annoy people just because I find it HI-larious)

Some people are so eloquent the way they express themselves or take part in conversations. For the most part I find that I am relatively normal, but sometimes I feel like I can’t get my point across as well as other people can. I could totally relate to Miss South Carolina in the Miss Teen USA competition in 2007. I would’ve had a similar answer to hers. I can’t actually think of a good answer to the question she was asked even though I’ve had 5 years to ponder it. I’m surprised I haven’t answered any comments with simply, “Such as the Iraq and such as.”

I feel for this girl, I really do. During the spring I was asked to give a talk in my church. I was so nervous to speak in front of a crowd– everyone lingering on my words. Of course I my mom had written out what I was going to say word for word, but I was still scared. Before I stood up to give my talk, I kept telling myself I love public speaking. I love standing in front of people. I love it, I really do. I really didn’t. But I got it over with and felt good afterwards. I couldn’t imagine being asked a question in front of an audience, not knowing what to say next.

I honestly don’t even know what I’m talking about anymore. Most of my posts tend to do this, if you haven’t noticed. I’ll start talking about one thing and then end up on a totally different subject that doesn’t even apply to the title of my post.

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Favorites

Fall Favorites 2012

It’s weird because I’ve been blogging for over a year now and I have another Fall Favorites from last year. When I was writing it, I honestly didn’t think I would make another one. I’ve come full circle. Although when I made last year’s Fall Favorites I wasn’t hated by nearly as many people. Blogging is great!

Smashing Pumpkins- No, not the band. Although the band is amazing. I think I’ve listened to Cherub Rock more than anyone I know but I digress. While walking home from a party my husband and I saw an abandoned pumpkin that was sitting on a fire hydrant. I looked at him and said, “You should smash it” and he did. He walked right into the middle of the street and smashed it. It was the most exciting thing that I’ve witnessed in a while. We bolted afterwards. No one saw it, but you can’t just casually walk away after you smash a pumpkin.

The Shining- I hadn’t seen this classic until about 3 nights ago. It was playing at this university theater so of course it attracted the worst hipster crowd I’ve ever seen. They chuckled at most of the serious parts in the movie which ruined a bit of the suspense for me, but it was still great. Such a perfect setting. The mom in the movie, Wendy, had the best clothes ever and that really made the film worthwhile for me personally. I had already known a lot of what to expect–redrum,  the twins, hereeee’s johnny!, all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, etc. But it was still great to see it once and for all so I don’t have to pretend that I’ve seen it anymore.

Chai Lattes, Hot Apple Cider, and Hot Chocolate- Warm drinks are so comforting, dontcha think? Unfortunately these drinks are all pretty sugary and fattening so you have to use them as a meal replacement in order to not get fat. Or just drink them alongside a meal if you don’t mind getting fat like me.

Dexter Season 7- There are so many other new shows that I should be watching, but I can’t help being captivated by Dexter. Seasons 1,2,4,6, and 7 are awesome. Seasons 3 and 5 are my least favorites but that’s just me. And my opinion happens to be the perfect opinion on this topic.

Mario Kart Wii- I am somewhat of a master at Mario Kart N64, particularly the Koopa Troopa Beach course. However, I’ve been playing a bit of Mario Kart Wii just to mix things up a bit and it’s amazing. First of all, the wii-mote plugs into a wheel so it actually does feel like you’re driving. Secondly, there are so many new courses that are fresh to death. The old ones were getting pretttty stale.

Greek Mythology- I’m just brushing up on some of my favorite myths packed into 780 pages of goodness. It’s actually a surprisingly quick read since so much of the book is footnotes. The book itself is called The Greek Myths: Combined Edition by Robert Graves. Check it out if you like being smart and stuff.

Brisk Walks- I’m usually not a fan of cold weather or even cool weather for that matter. I can’t help but to enjoy the crisp temperatures outside. I like when my cheeks get all flushed and bundling up in sweaters and coats. Yeah I could get used to this.

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Feelings

Clinomania

I’ve decided to write about something a little lighter today. Yesterday’s post, though popular, seemed to rile some folks. Maybe it’s just my controversial nature, or maybe I just like pissing everyone off, regardless, I hope there are no hard feelings and that none of you hate me. I am woman, hear me roar. Right, guys? Right…?

Today I’ve decided to veer away from politics and talk about my diagnosis. I fear that I have clinomania which is an obsession with bed rest.

Yesterday I had remained in bed for most of the day, realizing at 4pm that I should probably run a brush through my hair. I’m a real charmer, I swear.

Bed is a real safe haven for me. Nothing bad can happen while I’m in bed. My whole life I’ve come home from school and went straight upstairs to do my homework in bed. Being sick was a dream because not only did it mean that I didn’t have to go to school, but it meant that I didn’t have to move. Being bedridden was a life goal.

Charlie Bucket’s family always seemed to have it made in my eyes. Four of his family members never left the bed! Ever! Granted, their bed was in the kitchen, but still. I always got a little mad at Grandpa Joe for leaving his perfect situation to go to the Chocolate Factory. Bed wins every time.

Perfect setup. Are Charlie and his mom making out?

Reading, an activity I try to do often, always takes place in bed. I tried to read sitting on the couch once and it just didn’t feel right.

Eating, much to my chagrin doesn’t often take place in bed, though, in my lowest of lows it has. I can’t tell you the number of times that I depressingly ate entire boxes of cereal in bed watching the Kardashian sisters yell at each other.

I had a habit in college of sitting, or just getting into other people’s beds. Some found it strange, others embraced my weirdness. But most found it strange.

If I am online, I am most likely in my bed as well. My laptop is right next to my bed, you know, in case of an emergency or something like that.

Do you like to be in bed as much as I do? Fellow clinomaniacs unite!

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Seattle Memories

When my friend and I judged everyone that walked past us:

Talking about girls from high school:

During every Starbucks trip:

Trying to figure out what to do every day:

After realizing that I’d have to wake up at 6:15 to catch my ferry:

Daring each other to talk to random people:

Calling my husband at home:

When I asked my friend if she liked the Nutella crepe:

When some tour guide got mad at me for moving his sign:

After climbing up the steep streets and running through the rain:

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Judging, Vacation

My Trip to Oslo

Since my Seattle post was so well received, I thought I might as well write about my other travel adventures. Especially the ones where I look thin in pictures.

During my study abroad in fall 2008, a lot of my friends were going to Amsterdam. I of course was banned from going there because I would most likely get caught up in the red-light district and sold as a sex slave. Or worse, smoke pot. Luckily, a couple of my friends weren’t interested in going either. We looked on RyanAir’s list of destinations and saw that flights to Oslo were going for a mere 7 pounds! Brilliant. Side note: RyanAir is the sketchiest airline you can take. Flights are cancelled constantly and they fly to airports that are more or less 2 hours outside of the city that you think you’re going to.

I was excited to go to Norway mostly because I am of Norwegian heritage. It’s easy to mistake me for a Viking woman. In fact, when we were there, most people would talk to my friends in English and then talk to me in Norwegian. Unfortunately the only words that I bothered learning were hai hai (hi) and tak (thanks). So my cover was blown often.

As for eating, we had an amazing breakfast buffet every morning at our hotel. We would stock up on food there and then grab crap at 7-11 at night. Oslo had a lot of 7-11’s. But not one Starbucks. Go figure.

I remember when we first got there, some homeless Norwegian put his arm around me and I did a full “As if!” from Clueless.

So that was fun. Besides that clingy homeless dude, Oslo was dead. And by dead, I mean that there was literally no one around. It was a ghost town. Streets were empty. Stores were closed. It was spooky.

We were smart and went on a bunch of free tours to all of the hotspots in the city. One of the most memorable stops was the Vigeland Sculpture Park. So this Vigeland guy basically made a bunch of sculptures of people without clothes on so they would be timeless. Unfortunately everything just looks very sexual. You cannot take a normal picture there. For example:

Not phallic at all.

We went to an amazing Viking Ship Museum which was a definite highlight. I could just imagine my ancestors raping and pillaging other nation’s carefully built towns. Often times their boats were buried with the men who died so it’s a real miracle that these boats are in such good shape.

We also went to the Kon Tiki Museum. Before visiting the museum, I hadn’t ever heard of the Kon Tiki expedition. In 1947 Thor Heyerdahl made a journey to the Polynesian islands. The museum pretty much explains his entire journey. It was a cool place and I got some good pictures most importantly.

I’m probably the most annoying person you’ll ever meet.

I think we also went to Oslo’s Opera house which is right on the water and shaped like a glacier which is pretty bomb. But probably slightly traumatizing for any titanic survivors. Oh, and we went to the art museum to see some Edvard Munch paintings. After being in Oslo for a couple of days, I could see why Munch painted “The Scream”.

Along the way I manged to abuse most statues that I came across.
I hope this post encourages everyone to visit Oslo at least once in their lives. It’s clearly such a hot spot!

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My Trip to Seattle

I’ve been sitting here for a while trying to figure out what to write. I kind of hate writing about trips I’ve taken because I’m really bad at describing events. At least I think so. My friend decided to meet me in Seattle this weekend. Let’s call her Natalie, since that’s her name. We had a great time eating, shopping, and sight-seeing. But mostly eating. Here is the full account of our trip. Hopefully you’ll feel like you were there in spirit.

The first day we ventured out towards the Space Needle. Buildings that distinguish cities are always the first stop. Paris = Eiffel Tower, NY = Empire State Building, Chicago = Sears Tower, etc. And by “etc” I mean that I can’t think of any more examples.  We walked along the waterfront for a while. There are lots of souvenir stores and seafood stands which made for a fun walk. We got to look at all of the piers with the ships lined up. As well as the new Ferris Wheel that was erected (heh) during July.

The Space Needle was made for the 1962 world’s fair to demonstrate what buildings would look like in the 21st century. Hmm nice try architects.

I had been to the top of the Space Needle during my previous visit, but only to the rotating restaurant. Natalie and I went to the observation deck. We weren’t expecting much, but we were pleasantly surprised when we got to the top. Tourists are able to walk around the entire 360 degree crown of the Space Needle. We took some good pictures. There was also a Starbucks and plenty of places to sit. Sitting is definitely one of my hobbies. Bonus points!

Later that day we did some shopping and then ate at this cute little Italian restaurant called Luigi’s Little Italy. It would’ve been super romantic if Natalie and I were a lesbian couple, but alas, we were not. The food was super good and put us into a carb-coma for the remainder of the night.

Mmmm yum!

On day two we went to Pike’s Place and the Original Starbucks which are both next door to each other. There’s not a whole lot that distinguishes the Original Starbucks from any other except the sign out front is brown with the first drawing of the Mermaid instead of the green, modernized one we see today. Other than that, just a regular old Starbucks.

I can’t remember if she’s a siren or a mermaid. I wonder if she can walk on those two tails of hers….?

Pike’s Place is basically just one big market. People sell things from leather goods to flowers to mini doughnuts. There’s a huge fish stand there that is famous for their workers who throw and catch any fish that’s ordered. They sing and yell–it’s a fun watch. I managed to find a creperie and ordered one Crepe au Chocolat (Crepe covered in Nutella). Natalie, not having ever had a crepe or Nutella, finally tasted heaven.

After that (I hope no one is still reading this…) we went to Seattle’s Underground tour. It was cool because we actually got to go underground (weird, right?) and see where Seattle’s original streets were. Apparently the city was 15 feet lower than it is today. They had to raise the city streets because the ocean kept eroding the land and making the streets muddy and stuff. I don’t know, I zoned out half way through.

At night we went to a really good sushi restaurant called Nijo. We had something called Dancing Shrimp and omigosh it was amazing.

On our last day we went to the Seattle Art Museum. It had some good stuff, but it wasn’t as impressive as I thought it would be. They had some Georgia O’Keefe, John Singer Sargent, and Robert Reid so it was definitely worthwhile.

Love me some Georgia.

After that we went on a boat tour of the bay which was fun. It was nice to see the city from afar. I like city-scapes. But I don’t like them enough to go on the deck of the boat when it’s cold out. So I stayed inside the boat for most of the ride and observed from the windows.

Overall it was a great trip full of fun memories and lots of food. My deepest apologies for this long post. I hate myself for writing this much.

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Feelings

Doing Nothing Is Actually Something

I’ve had a great life. I don’t let things stress me out too much. I didn’t struggle in school and I’ve never had pressure to get a job. Often times, my friends would question my lifestyle, not able to comprehend it’s luxury. So wait, what do you do all day? I would get asked during summer vacation. You don’t have a job? Do you ever get bored?

I can’t explain to you the amount of people that would ask me these questions. Adults, teenagers, even the kids I babysat knew something was weird. I thought you were a grown-up. Grownups have jobs. Grownups also don’t have to babysit children, but look, here I am.

I would try to come up with things in my head, spitting out unimportant errands that I ran, trying to prove that I was doing something of worth while I wasn’t working. I put pressure on myself. Come on, sound impressive. Make excuses. Say you applied for jobs but no one was hiring. Something. ANYTHING.

I felt embarrassed to have free time. Any time I relaxed I felt a pang of guilt. People my age were on their feet working and I was tanning outside and then taking a nap.

However, in my mind, the embarrassment of being unemployed wasn’t half as bad as actually being employed. Trying to come up with activities that I did during the day surely wasn’t as painful as having to be somewhere and do work.

I never could understand the people who would work all day and then go out with their friends afterwards. Where is their energy coming from? Why are these people punishing themselves? But that’s how everyone was. No one had a similar situation to mine.

Moving to Canada kept me in the same situation. I didn’t have a work visa so I couldn’t actually get a proper job. I still volunteer twice a week and babysit occasionally, but I have lots of free time. Time to read and go online and play video games. Time to go on walks and bake and window shop. It doesn’t seem like a lot, but I don’t think I’m wasting my life by enjoying myself. I’m just one of the lucky ones. I’m no longer going to feel embarrassed for having something that people wished they had.

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Lazy Sunday

When someone asks me who my celebrity crush is:

If the dinner conversation starts to stray from yours truly:

After I’ve vacuumed for 3 minutes:

My answer to the people who teach fitness classes at the gym:

Me, going into any store:

When someone cancels on me:

Me, at my birthday celebration:

To all the people who leave hate comments on my blog (or anyone’s blog for that matter):

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Feelings

Accepting Awards

Sometimes it’s hard to be me. I get overwhelmed with all the blog love very easily and I end up having minor panic attacks. When I receive awards, I always wonder if people expect me to blog about them in my next blog. Do they think I’m ignoring their kind gesture? Will they lose respect for my blog if I don’t nominate people in my acceptance blog?  Does everyone secretly hate me? These are the kind of thoughts that I have. Anxiety is really a great thing, guys.

I was nominated for some blog awards by three lovely people. I don’t know what they see in my blog, but I love them for loving me. They could be doing so many other things with their time, but they choose to come to my blog and read my words. They will most likely regret their actions years down the line, realizing that they could’ve learned a foreign language or traveled the world with all the time they spent here. Well maybe not travel the world. They could’ve probably gone to the zoo though. Zoos are pretty worldly.

A while ago My Pretzel Logic nominated me for the One Lovely Blog Award. And ya know what? I think my blog is pretty lovely as well. Lovely and offensive. The perfect combination. I don’t know how Pretzel found me, but I’m glad he did. He gets me. And his blog name involves a tasty treat. It doesn’t get much better. Pretz (can I call you Pretz?) will introduce you to new music, share his poetry, and talk about relatable topics. His blog is defs worth a visit.

I was in shock to get an award from this next blogger. Emily from The Waiting Blog, nominated me for the Addictive Blog Award. Her blog is way better and cooler than mine. Like, all 8 of you that are reading this should go and read hers. She’s super creative and her kid is adorbs. And she gave me the nicest compliments which means I will love her forever and always. Compliments go a long way with me. Like, a really long way.

Lastly and most recently, Stephen from Life Revelation, nominated me for the REALITY Blog Award. I had to look at it for a long time to figure out what it spelled. For that reason, I will never be nominated for The Smartest Tool in the Shed Award. But in all seriousness, Stephen is one of the kindest and most optimistic bloggers I have come across. All of his happiness is reflected on his blog which will leave you feeling uplifted and encouraged. In fact, he will end every response with a simple but important reminder to “be encouraged”. Thank you Stephen. I am!

Now these three awards have different rules, but I’m just going to combine the second part into one. Here are seven random facts about myself that you probably don’t want to know, but oh well!

1.) I used to scrapbook and journal a lot throughout high school.  Like, obsessively. If I went over to someone’s house I would bring my camera just so I could print the pictures and scrapbook the moment forever. I’ve had to throw out some of my journals because they were just too embarrassing and awful to re-read. Maybe I’ll feel that way about my blog someday…

2.) If I could go anywhere in the world right now I would book a flight to Greece. I’ve heard great things about the country and Greek food is growing on me. Also, Ancient Greece is one of my favorite periods of history. Is Ancient Greece a period? I don’t know. Clearly, I’m a great historian.

3.) Two of my favorite movies are Harold and Maude and Singin’ in the Rain. Both of which I’ve seen on the big screen!

4.) Cinnamon Toast Crunch has been and always will be my favorite cereal of all time.

5.) In 6th grade I was pumping iron in the weight room (not my choice, they made us) when I lost my footing on the leg press and the metal petal crashed into my leg. I started laughing and then I looked down and screamed when I saw the gash that was left. I walked to the nurse and she put a band aid on my wound. She was literally Satan. Turns out I needed 5 stitches.

6.) I worked at an ice creamery for a total of 2 hours my junior year of high school. Technically I was training, but I still got paid so I consider it work. I earned a total of $14 before I quit. That’s all I really needed to earn, right?

7.) I can’t think of a seventh fun fact. I didn’t leave the house until 5:30pm today. That counts as a fact, right?

This post is already way longer than I’d like, so I nominate everyone! Weeee! Mostly because I’m too lazy. And I don’t want to leave anyone out. (That’s my anxiety speaking….)

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