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Oh, you’re single? Sorry about that.

27 Jan

If you’re my Facebook friend (and why wouldn’t you be?!) you may have noticed the status I posted a few days ago:

Sorry that’s a little small. But you get the idea.

This came about because I was tired of having this conversation with others.

Other person: So do you have a boyfriend? (or some variation of the question)

Me: Nope. (or some other variation of the word)

Other person: Oh man, I bet you hate Valentines Day! (no variation, that’s what they all say)

Then they look at me with pity. That’s the worst part. Ugh.

What part of me makes people think they need to feel bad about me? Do I have “I’m single and hate my life” stamped across my forehead?! If so, please tell me so I can go wash it off. Pronto.

I really didn’t want to have to use my precious blog to address this issue, but it seems I must since these conversations are happening with basically everybody I meet. Including my customers, who seem to care more about my “sad, pathetic, single life” than their quad-venti-light whip, extra stirred-mocha.

Sigh.

To put it simply, I do not hate Valentine’s Day. In fact, I LOVE Valentine’s Day.

This would be your time to gasp, clutch your heart and faint.

Are you better now? Did your significant other come help you off your floor? They did? Well, that’s sweet! Now you both can read.

I love it because it’s adorable. Red and pink! Balloons and flowers! Candy and chocolate! Adorable coffee mugs! Heart-shaped EVERYTHING!

I love it all. Especially the adorable coffee mugs. So much that my mom threatened to kick me out of the house if I bought one more. I’m willing to take my chances though since they’ll be going on clearance on Feb. 15 and I’ve had my eye on this one at work……anybody need a roomie? I might be in need of shelter soon.

Guess a boyfriend would come in handy then. Har har.

I’ll start off by admitting that I get why you would think I hate the holiday (and yes, I do kind of think it is a holiday). I see why you would imagine me sitting in my Snuggie on Feb. 14 elbows deep in a tub of frosting, watching “You’ve Got Mail”.

But that would imply that I don’t do that all the time. And since “You’ve Got Mail” has seen my DVD player at least 12 times this year, I can assure you that your implication is wrong.

But again, I understand why you would think that. I’m single. Without partner. All alone in this big wide world, with nobody to love me! Right?

Um, wrong.

Just because I listen to Taylor Swift doesn’t mean I lay in bed every night wishing I had someone to cuddle with. I mean, I listen to Weezy everyday too. Would you like to assume things about me based on that too?

Wait, don’t answer that.

The thing is, I’m the girl who watches “chick flicks” to feel happy. I love seeing two people fall in love. Other people being happy does not automatically mean I am not happy. Does that make sense?

Let me put it this way: Being single does not make me sad.

The humane society commercials make me sad.  Not seeing my family for months at a time makes me sad. Not seeing my best friend everyday makes me sad. Dropping a pan of cookies I just baked on the floor makes me sad. Very, very sad.

Being single makes me…well, single. That’s all. I’ve been single (almost) my whole life and I’m fine. Just fine.

If you want to worry about me, than go for it. That’s sweet. But don’t you dare feel bad for me. I won’t accept it. There are way more important things in this world for my family, friends (and random customers) to feel bad about.

I’m tired of others being surprised to find out I rarely date. What’s so damn surprising about it? There are plenty of people who don’t have dates lined up every weekend. Should we start a Singles Club? Maybe we can all hang out, hide, eat ice cream and feel bad about ourselves while our counterparts go out and show the world how in love they are.

First rule of Singles Club, don’t talk about Singles Club…

I like boys. I like dates. I love love. But I don’t need anybody to feel bad for me on Valentine’s Day, or any day for that matter.

How can you feel bad for me when I have friends that make me laugh:

A niece and nephew so cute they make my heart melt every time I look at them:

This big pile o’ love:

Cupcakes! (made by Jessica)

And, of course, mugs that look like this:

Truth: I showed you ALL those pictures just to have an excuse to put that mug up there. I’m completely obsessed.

So back to you, Mr. quad-venti-light whip, extra stirred-mocha, no I do not hate Valentine’s Day. Now go find yourself somebody else to pity.

Thanks.

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)

Here I go again with the ranting

27 Oct

Last year I wrote a case study for my PR Case Studies class about bringing back the popularity of newspapers. I’m not going to lie, it was one of the few assignments I put an insane amount of work into. I’m kind of an awesome “paper bullshitter” (not that I’m proud of that or anything…) but not this time. You guys, I actually spent Saturdays at the library for this one.

Cuh-raaaaazy.

I printed out all 20-whatever pages of it, presented it and then went home for Thanksgiving all proud of myself. I immediately told my brother about it because I require his approval of everything I do and you know what he said? Silly.

Well that’s a lie, because I don’t think he would ever use the word “silly”, but he basically disagreed with everything I wrote about and managed to counterpoint every argument I made within 30 seconds. His main point was that everything was going to be online, so get use to it. Except a little more eloquently than that. As a budding public relations professional (ha) I know I’m suppose to love all this new technology and our ability to get news so fast, but a part of me wishes it was still “cool” to spend time each morning reading a newspaper and drinking coffee.

I was thinking about that yesterday when I read the article Marie Claire posted on their website titled “Should fatties get a room (even on TV)?”

No matter my size, that “article” is quite offensive. And on top of that, it’s poorly written and edited which is equally offensive to me as I edit my own text messages. I, being the naive person I am, refused to believe that anybody would 1. actually feel this way and 2. actually admit to feeling this way. It had to be a joke! So time that should have been spent reading for class was spent reading every.single.comment on this “story”.

Oh man, this girl who wrote it (who happens to be a blogger) got a verbal beat down. More so today, after the news of the “article” got around and is being talked about everywhere (obviously!). There are now over 1200 comments, most of which are against the “article” and think the writer should be fired. In her defense, she did write an apology (the piece was recently updated to include the apology) which, in my opinion, seems genuine. I don’t think she is a bad person, but she does need to learn how to write her opinions without coming across as downright mean.

I think I’d be grossed out if I had to watch two characters with rolls and rolls of fat kissing each other … because I’d be grossed out if I had to watch them doing anything. To be brutally honest, even in real life, I find it aesthetically displeasing to watch a very, very fat person simply walk across a room — just like I’d find it distressing if I saw a very drunk person stumbling across a bar or a heroine addict slumping in a chair.”

That’s mean.

And THIS is exactly why I don’t ever want to see newspapers or magazines go away. An article like that would never have been published in actual print and so it shouldn’t be put on the website of a “respectable” magazine. I love blogs (um, duh) but I don’t ever think they should be printed in article form. Blogs are for opinions and should always be that way. But the minute you put that blog on the website of an actual publication, it becomes an article. And, in my opinion, articles need facts, whether it be news, features, arts, sports, etc. I love that more and more people are being given the chance to write, and I firmly believe that everyone should be entitled to their own opinion, but I also believe that publications have a duty to think about who their audience is and how what they write can be construed. I do love journalism, and I don’t want to see journalists go down the drain because of “articles” like this.

By the way, I totally brought all of this up in my paper a year ago. Just sayin…

Oh and since I know you’re just dying to know, I did get an A on that paper. But that was probably because my professor really liked me. I could have written about puppies and rainbows and I still would have done well. He use to come to me before class started and sing songs from old hindi movies to me. It was borderline inappropriate.

Random Musings

6 Aug

I don’t know if it’s writers block or the fact that I’m just not as witty and clever as I thought, but I have no new “learnings” for you wonderful readers. I have ideas, but that’s about it. And the world can’t run on just an idea, now can it? If y’all have anything you’d like to see on here, please send it my way!

But for now, I’m going to start a new thing. Random Musings will be my go-to posts when I have no What I’ve Learned posts going on. Since I think I’m awesome I normally have something to say about everything. Really, EVERYTHING. At the very least this might keep me on a semi-regular posting schedule.

Or not. Either way, I still think I’m awesome.

1. Starbucks is coming out with a new drink. Surprise surprise. It is is apparently “coffee without the coffee taste.” And by that, they mean fruit?  It’s called the Refresher, or something like that. Just stop already. You’re a coffee shop, it’s okay to have a drink that tastes like coffee! Infact, all your drinks should taste like coffee. You don’t go to bars to drink tequilla that doesn’t taste like tequilla, do you?

2. Gap needs to not. Have you seen this ad?! So here’s how I see it: I agree, not everybody looks good in shorts. Hell, I don’t really look that good in shorts, but it’s roughly 135 degrees in Texas, so like it or not, I am going to wear shorts. And that is only because I will be arrested if I walk around with no pants on (which is what I would prefer to do as I would like to be the next Miley Cyrus). My problem with this ad is that they’ve gone from using skinny models to make us feel bad about our bodies, to blatantly telling us we should feel bad about our bodies. Dear Gap, even if I wasn’t broke off my ass I still wouldn’t buy pants (or shorts) from you. P.S. I might come back for a scarf though.

3. Um, Soulja Boy? Is it just me or does Soulja Boy sound like he’s just learning how to read in his song “Pretty Boy Swag”? Seriously, listen to it and get back to me. It’s like a perfect ad for Hooked on Phonics.

4. An anti-Twilight movie is coming out. Guess what it’s called? Vampires Suck. Ha, so clever. While I realize this movie is directed towards people who hate Twilight (thaaaaat’s me) I still don’t care to see it. My reason, you ask? Well because the storyline will still be that of Twilight. Just with a random dance and some funny lines. So if I won’t go see the original because of the storyline, it’s a sure bet I won’t want to see the spoof of it. Sidenote: I couldn’t think of the word “spoof” and needed my friend Julia’s help with that 🙂

5. Stick this! I just entered a giveaway to win $200 worth of Post-It Note products. In case you didn’t know, I love Post-It Notes more than the normal person. They’re just so amazing.

6. Jersey Shore is back. Actually, I think I might save this for another post. There’s just so much to say about our GTL loving guidos!

7. Oh hey, another body image issue! Doesn’t her before pic actually look better than her airbrushed after one?

8. I don’t appreciate… how BP’s public relations team is managing to make PR look shady and douchey than it already kind of seems. We’re not all liars! Also, learn how to use photoshop please, but stop using it to try and trick the public. Um, I guess I should also say I don’t appreciate BP ruining our environment, but I figured that was kind of obvious.

9. Taylor Swift’s new song is out. *Sigh* You know what’s funny? For some reason, her songs don’t remind me of my singleness as much as seeing her in interviews do. That’s probably why I try to stray away from her interviews, I’ve got enough reminders in my own life, thanks.

10. A-Rod hit his 600th homerun! Oh wait, I don’t care.

Any random musings you care to share?