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Love.

16 Feb

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I know I’m about a million years too late, but I have a list of my favorite love songs for y’all. I meant to do this on Valentine’s Day, but I’m dumb and totally forgot.

Also, for being single I still managed to have a pretty kick ass Valentine’s Day. I am currently elbow deep in chocolate (thanks mom and Crystal!) and have a beautiful full bottle of vodka (thanks Dad!). I can’t wait to see what I get when I actually have a boyfriend!

I kid. I kid.

Oh and before I get to that list, can we just all agree to stop referring to Feb. 14 as Single Awareness Day? I mean, really. How ridiculous. If we’re being perfectly honest, wouldn’t every day be ‘single awareness day’? It’s not like I don’t know I’m single on March 7. Valentine’s Day does not bring the singleness out in us. Being single does.

Sigh. Moving on. I adore love songs. They’re just too sweet. So, grab a glass of wine, perhaps some chocolate (if you need some, I have about 10 pounds of it) and enjoy.

I had heard this song before, but I fell in love with it when Katy performed it at the Grammys. I’m a sucker for wedding footage.

Ugh, this song. I just love it. Plus I saw them sing this live back when I was an emo kid for a hot second. So that was cool.

Michael Buble. That is all.

I would not be against someone singing this song to me. Just saying.

You didn’t think I was going to NOT put an NSYNC song on here, did you? Silly. Also, how sexy is JC Chasez? Yummy.

Celine. Yes please.

I mean, duh. You guys should hear me try and sing this song. Ridiculous.

These aren’t in any particular order, but if I had to choose this song is probably my second favorite love song of all time. It never fails to make me happy.

So, what’s my number one you ask? Well seeing as how this list is full of mainstream acts (it’s a wonder Bieber didn’t make it in) you’ve probably guessed that my favorite love song is from….

Frank Sinatra? Yup, you guys I LOVE this song. Like, if someone held a gun to my head and made me pick the song that I want to dance to at my wedding, it would be this one.

Not that someone would have to put a gun to my head to make me decide. It’s obviously already done.

Gosh, I hope Mr. Mansee doesn’t mind.

What’s your favorite love song?

Balancing Act

7 Jan

No, I’m not talking about me walking around in four inch heels. Although that is one balancing act I’m proud of…

One of my favorite bloggers SnackFace sent out a little “challenge” to all her faithful readers to write a post about what balance means in their life. Hers are all classy and wonderful, mine are not. Hopefully somebody will read this and agree with at least one of mine, thus proving that I am not the only weirdo in this world.

Balance in my life means…

  • Spending $85 on a haircut and $7 on a pair of shoes.
  • Wearing ridiculous amounts of eye make-up and “finishing the look” with lipsmackers.
  • Eating oatmeal for breakfast and gummy bears for dinner.
  • Doing a hardcore weights session at the gym and then taking a leisurely walk on the treadmill.
  • Having a mild obsession with both George Clooney and Justin Bieber.

Does this mean I'm one of fajillion?

  • Studying for college finals while listening to Miley Cyrus.
  • Spending one day doing nothing but watching mindless TV and working two jobs the next day.
  • Going out on the town on Dec. 30 for my best friend’s birthday and staying in and watching a movie on Dec. 31 for New Years.
  • Eating eggs and bacon hours before starting a month-long vegan “diet”.
  • Applying for jobs in New York City and San Francisco one day, and Austin and Houston the next.
  • Watching the Food Network on TV while reading the news online.
  • Drinking nothing but coffee in the morning and nothing buy Sugar-Cookie tea at night.

The other liquid crack

  • Wearing leggings at work and jeggings at home.
  • Going to Target and buying nothing but workout clothes and baking supplies.
  • Having a bookshelf filled with Chuck Palahniuk, Jen Lancaster and Nicholas Sparks.

She kills me!

And last but not least..

  • Being completely in love with my life while having a ridiculous need for change.

What does your balance look like? Please tell me somebody else eats candy for dinner!

Driving by the numbers

9 Dec

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Today marks the last time I will be driving to SA for school. The last time I’ll have to sit in rush hour traffic and hate my life. The last time I will have to wonder if the guy next to me is going to cut me off (he probably is). From August 26 to now, it’s been quite the ride (ha). So in honor of this momentous occasion, I bring you this post.

Driving by the Numbers (kinda)

Trips to and from SA: 27

Miles driven: Over 4,000

Hours spent in car: 54 (kill me)

Money spent on gas:$1,000,000

Near death experiences: 18

Actual near death experiences: 2

Honest number of near death experiences: 0

Times I thought I had a flat tire: ~10

Actual flat tires: 1

Times I wished cars could fly: o. That’s too scary!

Times declared “I’m getting a job in a big city so I don’t have to drive!”: Countless

Coffee consumed in car: Gallons

Time coffee spilled on pants/leggings: ~5 (ouch)

Times leggings were worn because “they are more comfortable to drive in”: Once a week

Times I wanted to stop and shop at the outlets (for new leggings, of course): 27

Answers to radio show questions screamed out loud: At least one per drive

Times I heard “Teenage Dream”: 384930

Times I wanted to blow my brains out when hearing “Teenage Dream”: 384928

(^Ditto for “California Gurls”, “Dynamite” and “You Belong With Me”)

“Bedrock” lyrics memorzied: ALL OF THEM (seriously, quiz me)

Times Glee soundtrack was listened to: ~15

Times I thought I had Whitney Houston-like lung capacity: A lot

Times I did have Whitney Houston-like lung capacity: 0

Times I still think I should try out for American Idol: More than I should

Times Justin Bieber came on the radio: Not enough!

Times “Everybody” by BSB was played (by me): Twice a day since the AMA’s. No joke.

Times I was judged by other drivers: More than I care to admit (although they can suck it)

I suck at Halloween

31 Oct

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Reasons why I suck at Halloween:

1. I don’t do costumes. From the time I was a baby until about 13, I did the exact same thing every year for Halloween. I put on an Indian dress and called myself an Indian princess. Even better? My sweet mother use to make up characters for me to tell people who I “was”  and accompanying stories to go with them. This was especially useful for when I  was dressing up for school and we had to go around and say what we were.

Example:

Teacher: Oh Mansee, you look pretty! Tell everybody who you are!

Me: My costume is of an Indian princess named Madhuri. According to an Indian fairytale, she created the world.

Teacher: Well, isn’t that interesting!

P.S. Madhuri is the name of an actress and she most definitly did not create the world.

It was easier while trick or treating though, as I could just yell “Indian princess!!” and then run away when somebody asked.

2. I got a little burned out at a young age. Instead of everybody going trick or treating the same night (on Halloween) each subdivision would have its own day, so that meant we could go trick or treating multiple times every year. And since my parents are crazy (and the fact that they never had to spend any money on a costume for me), they actually let me get away with that. This caused two problems:

  • I grew up in Ohio. It was cold. I always got sick in the beginning of November. Coincidence? Nope.
  • The amount of candy was sick. Literally, just sick. Speaking of candy…

3. I love sugar-but not in candy form. But if I’m going to make myself ill off it, I want it to be beat with eggs and flour, poured into a pan, baked and covered in chocolate. In other words, I want a cake. Not a miniature Snickers.

4. I  tried to be good at Halloween once. A couple of years ago I decided I wanted to be like a real college student with a real social life  and went to a real Halloween party and wore a real costume (borrowed from Jess–still haven’t spent money!). I don’t remember anything from this night, other than the fact that I was an overgrown bee and kept hitting people with my “wings”, dropped my phone in my apartment parking lot and felt like complete crap the next day.

5. I’m hiding this year. Mmy house has been infested by bees (ironic, no?) and so my parents and I are turning off all the lights and hiding upstairs so little kids won’t come to our door. I was going to sit on the driveway and pass out candy, but apparently the bees can get me there too.

See? I suck at Halloween.

Boo.