Neighboring obscure countries breed the best musical duos.

There are two prime examples of musical talent residing from the Scandinavian Peninsula. Although quite odd and lowly populated, Norway and Sweden know how to strike the ear buds of music gurus throughout the world. I wouldn't say I have a favorite genre of music. I listen to anything that strikes my fancy and I mean anything.

I heard Röyksopp's "What Else Is There?" on Pandora while I was at work. Even though I was in the middle of some work, I could still hear how awesome the song was. It was different. And when I went to download it earlier today, the music video eerily struck my interest. I couldn't help but watch it!

 
Creepy shit.

The Hood Internet did a sick mashup between Lil Wayne's "Comfortable" & Röyksopp's "Happy Up Here" called Comfortable Up Here. Quite a marriage and it was a good one at that.

The second example of awesome/weird/interesting/cool electronic sauce is the duo The Knife. This duo consists of a brother and sister. But these siblings aren't strumming guitars and playing the drums like The White Stripes. This duo did not perform live until 2006 (even though they were established in 1999). They sport Venetian masks, sometimes with bird beaks, and do not perform outside of their home country and do not attend award shows despite winning numerous awards. Fuck.

Although they have an official music video for "Heartbeats", a song that has been covered in the past (and I've blogged about it before - it was used in a Sony commercial with lots of bouncy balls!), I feel that a live performance would definitely do them justice. So unique but the lights are show in itself.


And if Karin Dreijer Andersson's voice sounds familiar, it's because she has done a solo project under the name Fever Ray. Check out the video for When I Grow Up...only if you dare.

Happy Memorial Day!

I'm not in the suit, but I wish I was. 

Summertime Clothes

Hookay, catch-up time. I'm out of the old place and living in the new, which is definitely an upgrade considering my new place comes with friends (in the form of guy friends - I don't mind living with guys, I've done it before), a spacious bedroom, and CENTRAL AIR.

The move was quite...back-n-forth, with a lot of self-sufficiency and sweat. I used my two-door Sheila, a black currant colored 1999 Honda Accord V6. A lot of stuffing of bags and suitcases full of clothing, toiletries, and knick-knacks. For bigger items like my bed, that was taken care of considering I traded beds with Frump who will be one of my roomies!

As you can see, I kinda got lazy with the clothes. I was lacking bags to put my massive amount of clothing into. So, as any lazy college graduate getting ready to move would do, I took the dresser drawers out, stacked them in the back seat like so, and put the dresser in my trunk, which had to be strapped down because it didn't fully close. It made moving my dresser into my room quite convenient :)

By the time we moved out a majority of the bigger living room items, our apartment was turning into a close to vacant hot box. As the summer heat affected the interior of our living area (we didn't have A/C to begin with), living there was close to unbearable. The only things keeping us there was the television. We would eat dinner on the floor and watch television like little kids propped up on our elbows. I kind of wish we didn't have so much living room furniture so we had all this place to do somersaults and cartwheels. Yeah, that's a pint of Ben & Jerry's. Definitely try Red Velvet Cake, it's bomb.

So with the majority of our shit out of our old apt. We took a moving break on Saturday and hit the beach. I've never been to Jones Beach before but the sun was out and while everyone else went on family vacations down at the shore, we opted to stay local for the day. No traffic (surprisingly) AND we even saw an air show. Tons of planes and fighter jets zipped and zoomed through the sky while I got mah tan on.

Unfortunately, we burnt to a crisp. Most of us. And we all got random sunburns. Mine was alllllll over the back of my legs. My ass was fried. Literally. Since I can't post a picture of my ass on my blog (or at least I choose not to), I will post a funny pic of Frump's sunburn he got before we went to Jones Beach. He, like myself, didn't fully apply sunscreen to his entire body that would be exposed to the sun.  If I had the courage to expose my burnt hiney to you all, you would see how much the sun and I did not get along. Rough start to summer sun.


But my shit is all moved in! After a lot of stair-climbing, sweating, and driving to and fro, I have finally made myself a resident at the Pelhamdale residence. Initially a sausage-fest of my guy friends, my old roomie Gi and myself will be calling two bedrooms our home for the next year. A few of us friendly folk went out for din-din at a burger joint called Westchester Burger Company for some much needed grub. I don't eat red meat so eating a burger was not on my list of things to shove in my face. Buuuut as said before, "you had me at avocado," and when my friend Erol told me they have all kinds of burgers and some have avos on them, I was sold. We turned around - after being en route to The Cheesecake Factory - and drove to this burger joint. I've never been here before so I was definitely an experience. A good one at that. Not only do they serve french fries with syrup as a dipping sauce, but they also serve most of their burgers between two slices of thickly-sliced white bread. My friend McKeon order The Entourage, a 10 oz. burger between TWO grilled cheeses. Yes, you heard me (bitch). I can't fathom eating that much but it's quite a challenge for the adventurous type. I opted for The Greenhouse burger - a veggie burger with avocado, frisse, carmelized onions, and remoulade (whatever that is - kidding, it's like mayo but better). I didn't realize that it had TWO veggie patties. Christ on a cracker, it was huge. Good thing I switched my fries for a side salad. WOOF.

I can't believe I ate the whole thing. 

Tomorrow is Memorial Day, and thank God I'm off. I'll be able to sleep in, finish unpacking, and still enjoy the perks of going to a four-year Catholic academic institution that recognizes certain Monday holidays. But this time, I get paid :)

e-mails to my friend.

When the biffle nug e-mailed me (yet again) asking for money for the electric bill I responded with dis:

I sent you a check this morning so it should arrive by next week. This
article made me think of you. It's funny so effing read it. At the end
just cross out Amy and put Kayla. LOLZ. iluhyou.

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/my-best-friend/

meowmeowarfarfoinkoinkmoo.

- Julesy.

I believe this article truly totes describes our good-better-best fwiendship. 

Baby Bullet

Frump and I saw this infomercial on TV last night. I watched the disgusted grimace on his face as he saw the sweet potato turn into mush in this piece of equipment part of "the Magic Bullet Family!" I was in awe at how this little bullet made baby food in an instant. But then it got to the part where there was green mush and my face did the same thing. "Ughhhh!" we said simultaneously.

Funny moments at the 1:03 mark - I'm not sure if that baby is really smiling after the taste of just pured fruits or veggies. Although they may be better fo' yo baybay being organic and all that shiz (and it's also probably a lot cheaper than those jars of Gerber that have probably been aging on store shelves), the saucy-like texture ain't alwayz appealing (hence, the 1:41 mark grimace). All in all, the testimonials are what kill me. Not only are the babies so funny to watch, but I love seeing these women try to hold them while giving the Baby Bullet praises. The cameraman is clearly making these kids laugh. This gadget is cool and all but babies just wanna laugh, sleep, and shit all day at that age. They don't really care about the Baby Bullet.



What am I saying? I'm probably gonna buy one when have little tikes of my own.

Life post-first (2) days of work

So far, I've been 9-to-5ing for two days. I mean, I've worked longer shifts at the gym in Delaware that I used to work at, but I had a break in between to work out and shower before my next shift. And that gym didn't come with benefits and 401k shit. This job also wasn't like my internship where I took out the trash on my way out. Oh, and the IT guy is hilarious.

The people were friendly and my boss is pretty cool. It's a quiet office with a nice kitchen and legit office-like atmosphere. I even get my own cubicle! Along with benefits, I have my own phone extension, and the receptionist (who is the kindest, sweetest lady I've ever come across) is ordering me a name plate for my cubicle. I have a lovely view next to the window. I also have one of those scannable "key fobs" to get in and out of the office. There's even a fitness center on the ground floor of the office (and the office is in a nice office complex - like a neighborhood for office buildings). I have free parking next to the building too!

The commute is reasonable. 20 minutes getting there, 30 minutes getting back since I leave during rush hour.

I'm learning the ins and outs of my position. Figuring out what the previous person left for me and trying to pick up how to do things as I go. Luckily, the work wasn't all thrown on me without learning how to do things. I know I'll come across slow days and there will be a fair share of busy ones. There will be stressful days and fun ones. I'll probably make mistakes and wanna hide in my cubicle. Hey, I made the mistake of going to the wrong co-worker about something. I got her name wrong. "I'm not          " she said. "Oh, yeah...I'm sorry..." God, I'm embarrassing.

But I guess this is the portion of my blog that goes from my senior year of college and all of the riducilousness of that chapter to my first year of working in the real world. It'll be full of the similar ups and downs that I experienced in college, just with a workplace twist. I shall still keep my lovely miniscule amount of followers updated on the stupid things going on in my life regularly. However, I will be maintaining where I work in confidence with no one but...myself. I will not be using names of co-workers, or the company name for that matter. I just got this job. I'm not trying to lose it. Especially since it comes with paid vacation days and free dental benefits :)

Family Radio

This morning I dropped Katie off at her house on my way to the gym. We drove by a orange tabby cat that was laying dead on the side of the road. I gasped and started to almost cry, saying "Oh noo!!" I remember that cat. When I picked Katie up a few weeks ago to go run errands, I saw that same cat walking through the front yard of her house. I texted Katie: "Here. There's a cat in your yard." She got the text on her way out her front door and said to me through the window, "Yeah, he's ours. He comes and goes when he pleases." Her house didn't really own the cat but he was part of that family in terms of always strolling through the yard from time to time.

We were both really sad driving past him in his state. But now he's sleeping peacefully with all the other kitties that left this beautiful Earth. But it got me thinking about a topic that many (or not so many) people have been questioning: Is the world really going to end tomorrow?

I'm not going to bore you with theories but I recall seeing an abandoned camper on the side of the New Jersey Turnpike on my way home for a few days last Monday. It said "6 Days" in the window of it. I didn't realize that the new End of Days was May 21, 2011 rather than December 21, 2012 {12.21.12} as predicted by Nostradamus centuries ago. I didn't really think about it until I went out to dinner with my parents last Tuesday night. "Man, I really hope Family Radio isn't right about Saturday," my dad said in the car. "What's Saturday?" I asked him. "It's supposed to be the end of the world," he replied. What scared me is that he said it with the upmost concern. "Ohhh, will you stop with that please!" my mom exclaimed, clearly annoyed by his slight negativity. "Well, with all this bad stuff happening lately, and how it's been storming everyday this week and all the flooding..." he said.



I started thinking about it more. It has been raining constantly lately, and with the flooding in the Midwest, the recent killing of Osama Bin Laden, the whole Libya thing months ago, and so forth, you can't help but think about it. I even had Final Destination-like panic attacks driving back to school last Wednesday. Oh fuck, I'm gonna be stuck in traffic somewhere on Saturday, and the world is going to drown me with a plague of rushing water everywhere!!!! Like a scene right out of The Day After Tomorrow. It was really freaking me out. What if I won't be able to see my family or the ones I love and tell them I love them? Of course my friends were telling me to relax and they were skeptical about it. What upset me was how my father, who goes to Church every Sunday and has "found God" (lately), has "been saved by Him" is telling me that he's scared that those crazy Christians might be right about Saturday. He was only making me nervous about it. "You're not gonna buy tons of water and go into hiding in some bomb shelter are you?" I asked him. "Nahh, I'm just keep living until the world ends," he said. Great suggestion. I think that's what I'm gonna do too :)

So if we're still here tomorrow, I'll thank the mighty heavens for not eating us sinners just yet. I haven't even started my new job yet (yeah, I got a big girl job!). I'm in no committed relationship and haven't had one of those. There are a lot of things I haven't done yet. So let's hope there's still time past tomorrow for me to do those things. And if we're tomorrow is in fact our last day, I'll still thank the mighty heavens for giving me such a fulfilling 22-year old life. I grew, I traveled, I met amazing people, I lived, laughed, and loved as much as I could.

When we pulled up to Katie's house this morning, we hugged each other goodbye since we wouldn't be seeing each other over the weekend. "And if the world ends, I love you," I said to her. "I love you too," she said laughing.

Calgary

The most beautiful song. I'm in anticipation for his new album coming out June 21st.

"Calgary" by Bon Iver

Here are the lyrics:


Don't you cherish me to sleep
Never keep your eyelids clipped
Hold me for the pops and clicks
I was only for the father's crib

Hair, old, long along
Your neck onto your shoulder blades
Always keep that message taped
Cross your breasts you won't erase
I was only for your very space

Hip, under nothing
Propped up by your other one, face 'way from the sun
Just have to keep a dialogue
Teach our bodies: haunt the cause
I was only trying to spell a loss

Joy, it's all founded
Pincher with the skin inside
You pinned me with your black sphere eyes
You know that all the rope's untied
I was only for to die beside

So itʼs storming on the lake
Little waves our bodies break

There's a fire going out,
But there's really nothing to the south

Swollen orange and light let through
Your one piece swimmer stuck to you

Sold, I'm Ever
Open ears and open eyes
Wake up to your starboard bride
Who goes in and then stays inside
Oh the demons come, they can subside 

Hmmm...she could be kinda pretty

I woke up this morning with the oddest recollection of one time when I felt like utter shit, like a huge horse man took a huge shit on my self-esteem kind of feeling. I didn't go out drinking or anything. Didn't go out and get into a cat fight. I stayed in, watched some TV then went to bed. But I woke thinking about this one time in Australia when I did in fact get drunk then felt pathetic and found it necessary to Skype my friend Katie and vent to her about my insecurities. As I type this, I have this disgusted look on my face just thinking about it. Why did I act like that?


But you have to admit, after you read what happenesthen you'll probably be like "Awww...OMG, NO WAY!" Or if you're a guy then you'll probably be like, "Shit...that sucks, man." Or if you just think I'm pathetic, you'll probably say, "Seriously? Really? Really!"

But the night went like this. It was Libby's 21st birthday and we ended the night at the Orient. A lot of us were pretty tipsy and the birthday girl probably already forgot her name (which is what her plan was to begin with - "I don't wanna remember my name tonight!"). One of the usual bartenders, a good-looking guy who clearly knew he was good-looking until he opened his mouth and you can see a gap wide enough for a fat woman to walk through* was working that night.
*I shouldn't be talking because I, too, have a slight gap in between my teeth but my mom says it's lucky. All I wanna do is laugh in her face when she tells me that but she's my mom and she's supposed to say things like that to me. "Look at Madonna! She has a gap and she's famous!" I guess she has a point.

I was with the biffle nug and to summarize her looks, I'll just say she gets meat-tagged. A term we use when we get eye fucked. I say "we" because I, too, get meat-tagged :) The bartender made us some drinks, kind of talked to us but mainly talked to the BN. I wasn't too surprised by this considering it usually happens a lot when we go out together. We hung out with friends, danced, joked around and took embarrassing and ridiculous pictures of ourselves and our friends, including the birthday girl.

From what I recall, he took shots with the BN while I clearly was standing right there. Thanks, guy. I went over to my other friends and hung out for a bit. I figured there's no point of me hovering over a bar if I'm not drinking at the moment or need a drink. And also, I don't wanna have to just be "that girl" standing there while her friend gets hit on. I felt like a dog waiting for it's owner. Eck! I came and went, floating around like a social butterfly. She told me, "Don't get mad, don't get mad. I didn't know he was giving it to me for free..." But I assured her I wasn't and too be honest I had no reason to be mad at her anyways. He was the one being rude.

It was last call and the bartenders were serving people one last time. In my stupor I begged the prick to pour us 2 squashed frogs (an Aussie shot, don't ask). He quickly made them and to my surprise he didn't charge me but I tipped him because I was drunk and stupid. The tip was basically the price for both of them. Ugh! We took our shots then he came back over. He put his cell phone on the bar, with his address book on the screen. The phone was placed directly in the center of us so I assumed (because again, I was drunk and stupid) that he wanted us both to put our numbers in there. I take my stupid drunk index finger about to punch in some digits, when he slaps my hand away and takes the BN's hand and puts it on the dial pad to put her number in. Without hesitation and without words, I left the bar out the door with the rest of the regulars. This huge heavy feeling in chest came over me. I didn't cry or anything (at least not at the moment) but I usually get that heavy feeling in my chest when I feel...shattered almost. My friends were outside toasting to Libby's 21st and we headed to the beach. At this point I didn't care what happened to the BN. I walked with my two friends Mary and Joel toward the beach while everyone else sang and skipped and ran toward the sand. They clearly saw how upset I was and I told them what happened. We were all kind of tipsy but they assured me that the bartender was a dick and he clearly saw how obliterated the BN was and thought maybe he could get some. I don't know if those were the specific words but something along those lines was said. They did their best to cheer me up and we all went to the beach to see the birthday girl skinny dip in the ocean...and that creepy regular who resembles Cousin It joined her....

Beautiful

When we came back to the house, I quickly got on Skype, saw that my friend Katie was online and immediately dialed her. She clearly saw I was crying and quite drunk. I told her what happened and she did what all great friends do: assured me that I was beautiful. Of course at the time I wasn't thinking positively about myself. What had happened was basically a dude judging me on looks alone and I let his actions affect me when they shouldn't have. After I got myself together, finished chatting with my lovely friend, I hear a knock on the door. It was Joel :) He gave a big hug and reassured me that I had nothing to worry about and the bartender was a douche. And then he said, "Your girl is in the bathroom."

LOLZ

I tended to my beautiful, obliterated best friend, who slept in my bed while I took the floor. I am SUCH a good friend, eh? I had a great picture of her but alas, I will refrain from using such blackmail on here.

The moral of the story is this, I let what some stupid, shallow guy be the judge of my looks and my beauty when in fact, I'm the only person who can make myself feel that way. My OWN attitude toward myself is what essentially projects how others see me. And if I think I'm beautiful then I probably am because the toughest critics of our own selves is...um...our own selves!

I'm a good-looking chick and it's not just because of my exotic features and my exotic hair and my olive skin and all that shit. I'm good-looking because I'm charming, I'm funny, I'm a good friend. I'm loving and affectionate and I care deeply about my friends and my family. I have goals and I'm intelligent. My brain is goddamn sexy for knowing an array of different things. I'm pretty good at reading certain people, I'm witty and can make the most depressed people see light in dark situations. I'm understanding and non-judgmental. But of course, I have my flaws too. I have physical flaws - I'm not a size 2, and I'm not a girl that all the guys wanna fuck. I don't have perky breasts and I have a bunion on my left foot. I can't eat whatever I want without having to pay for it on the scale. I have to work out twice as hard as skinny bitches who can devour a plate of nachos before eating a cheeseburger and still look like they're 50 pounds. I also have flaws with my personality. I curse like a sailor, I'm boisterous at times and I act like a child. I'm indecisive and I over think certain things. And yeah, I might be stubborn but I know when to apologize when I'm wrong. In fact, if the biffle nug and I ever get into shouting matches, I know when to apologize and it's usually a few minutes after the bout rather than after a few days of not talking to each other like I would do years ago. I've grown up and I'm still working on it. I'm a work in progress and my insecurities will not make my problems go away. So, there's no point of having any, right? Over time, I won't have any and everyone will see or continue to see that I look like a million bucks :)

mmmmwah!

And for the record, the prick got his teeth fixed. One night when he wasn't working, he came in with his cool leather jacket to hang out with his friends. He made sure he grinned from ear to ear to show off his nice set of choppers. I still think he's a prick.

Falling Stars - Kid Cudi (R3K Remix)

College Humor is better than television...

If you haven't seen these, please do so NOW. But you have to admit, it's so true...


The Problem with Jeggings



Even More Problems with Jeggings

Vampires are horny lesbians.

Seriously...



Doing my usual run through of movie trailers on the Apple website and this is what I found. I don't know if it's the whole being immortal thing but female vampires really don't have anything to lose by hooking up with one another. I mean, they're dead anyways so they might as well just sleep around.

Cheers to college!

I take my last undergraduate final tomorrow morning at 9am. It's on about five chapters of Consumer Behavior Marketing material and I have not looked at it yet. I ate dinner, selectively listened to episodes of America's Next Top Model while I read some Thought Catalog...aloud to myself on my couch. No one is here so why not? In the midst of reading some of the best written material ever to grace the digital space, I came across probably the best advice for those graduating high school seniors, a group I wish I could be part of. But I'm graduating college...in five days. And the only thing I can fathom to think mirrors those unforgettable words that little groggy David said in that memorable YouTube video: "Is this real life?!"

If only I could turn back time and experience yet another amazing four years of pretty much every stereotypical college moment that people older than me warned me of. Funny thing is, I probably wouldn't have done anything different. Okay, that's a lie because there were probably moments in time when I should have gone to Specs, punch that girl in the face, or make out with that guy. Oh well, I'm never too old for those sort of things. So cheers to my fellow seniors who I will see tomorrow at our Senior Formal aka Prom with older kids. Dresses, hair, makeup, dates (mine is the biffle nug - we I established that we will be the designated lesbian couple at our table of boy/girl combos...we'll definitely be a conversation piece for all of those other tables of girls who definitely went tanning wayyyy too much) and don't forget the booze (Open Bar, I love you). Because we all know how much we deserve a drink after all nighters in the library, bouts with the printers that run out of paper, and a multitude of study breaks by looking at everyone's Facebook statuses about how much finals suck.

For those other graduating college seniors (because I don't have a large enough fan base who reads my blog to relate to those entering college), here is a great article to remind you of those "remember whens" and "so trues" of college daze. Watch the video too, it's...SoOoOoOo Trueeee

Aspects of College by Oliver Miller

Charlotte Russe.

Despite my lack of cash flow, I have been a shopper of this brand before. I mostly utilized the website rather than going into the actual store simply because of time. The brand is similar to Forever 21 - lots of styles within a reasonable budget, fashion forward while still maintaining essential items like basic tanks and accessories. And they have shoes too! I remember ordering a pair of long black suede boots that got me through the fall and winter months of sophomore year and then some. I think my mom loved them as well, which is why I couldn't find them for the life of me because she was wearing them.

To check out more great styles by the brand go to their website: http://www.charlotterusse.com/

There is also a fan site currently under construction to promote the brand. Who knew that clothing brands could have fan sites! There's a short video of their new upcoming fall fashion line that I would definitely take advantage of once September comes. Check out the site here: http://charlotterusse.org/

There's still much to do on the fan site but they're moving in the right direction by implementing media. It would be a great idea to have shoppers of the brand post pictures of their CR looks, that way, they can be involved with the brand and other fans as well. A featured outfit of the week or day could also be used for the fan site, if it would be updated frequently. Maybe even spotting some fashion trends and featuring them on the site could work as well.

Shit, it's almost been a week!

As you can see, my college career is coming close to an end. Preparing for finals, polishing final projects, and saying those sad "Thank yous" and "Goodbyes" to people who surprisingly made an impact on my four-year undergraduate life. Graduating is gonna suck. I don't know anything besides going to class and practice, being involved on campus, voluntarily making myself project leader for group assignments, and raising my hand when the professor takes attendance. Can you imagine...raising your hand when you have to ask an employer a question? Christ, I'm scaring myself.

The home stretch is commencing and I'm shitting myself immensely. I don't seem like it because I have a great handle on composing myself in times of stress. I have also adopted this non-chalant attitude towards last minute things of importance - a place to live, a dress for formal, packing up my shit to move to unknown future place of residency, etc. But I still remembered to send my beautiful, loving mama flowers for Mother's Day. See, I'm not so bad.

In reality, I can't always get what I want. And it takes time to finally have my life fall into place. I don't know when that will be but I'm confident that I'm going to survive. The academic year has been a whirlwind of emotions both good and bad (this may highly in part due to my emotional states throughout the year). But I'm still here! And I'm graduating in 6 days...with honors surprisingly. My mom noticed on my graduation card it said my full name with "cum laude" underneath of it. "Oh my! Oh my goodness!" she proclaimed. "Yeah, I didn't know I got that. It's really not that big of a deal, mom." "But still! It is nice. I'm proud of you, Julilu!" I love my mama.

Note to readers, this is NOT my final post!

One of my favorite films

Never gets old <3

Yes - But No.

I found this as well...Check out this Tumblr: http://yes-butno.tumblr.com/

Source: http://yes-butno.tumblr.com/tagged/asian

Row, row, row your boat...bitch!

This is what we do. I'm going to forever love this sport. 

I stole this pic from my froshy fwiend's blog. Follow her: http://30pointstogryffindor.tumblr.com/

Things that scare me

I'm taking a mental break in the library. You know, that place everyone decides to check out for the first time at the end of each semester to cram for exams and start projects that were assigned at the beginning of the semester but are actually being started and finished days or hours beforehand. A place where people go to see people using the library for the first time. You get all excited when you see someone you haven't seen in the library ever (if you're a frequent library goer...we should get reward points) and they freak out because they don't wanna talk to you because they have "sooo much shit to get done by tomorrow" or they're happy to see you so you can "help me with what's due for so and so's class". Ugh. But who am I to say that I am not a slacker? If one could see what I'm doing here, I'm typing more than 500 words a minute as I write a final paper due tomorrow morning. Luckily, I finished my internship two weeks earlier than planned so I can deal with projects like these and long hours in the library. I'm also straight-up buzzin' on a productive spree as I type this.

Also, it's funny to take note of how this institution, like other colleges and universities turn into a drug ring, with desperate students looking for Adderall or study aids like Monster and Red Bull as they pull all-dayers and all-nighters stuck in the library writing, studying, and Facebook creeping. I'm not sure if people still do coke around here. Actually I am sure but I'm not delving into other peoples' habits.

But so far, I had a phone interview this morning, met with a group member on an Ad project we have to get done by Thursday (the presentation date), and finished a majority of my final paper for my internship course that's due tomorrow (in a span of two hours and counting). So far, I'm at 8 pages. Whoo! On a roll. Since I have no classes on Tuesdays (because of that internship being ovahh..duh), I'm utilizing my entire day to concentrate on my final paper, my ad project, Facebook breaks, and studying for one of my Marketing exams that is tomorrow. If I have time, which I'll make, I'll go to the gym to sweat out some endorphins and possibly treat myself to fro-yo with a friend. Again, this is if I have time!

During this mental break, I read an article on Thought Catalog called "Things I Am/Have Been Afraid Of" by Molly Labell and it got me thinking of some things that I, myself, am scared of.

In no particular order...

Rejection. Who isn't afraid of this though?! Rejection from potential employers, potential love interests, maybe friends turning down plans, etc. I don't like it and when it happens I get sad. But like close friends and family tell me all the time, just get back up and keep going. Don't let some stupid doucher stop you from telling yourself, "I'm not gonna grow old alone" or "I will get a job eventually". Because eventually I'm gonna date some uber sexy and awesome and land a job that will make me happy and I'll dance all the time and smile and all that shit kinda like Joseph Gordon Levitt in 500 Days of Summer after he bones Zoey Deschanel for the first time. But I'll be happy longer than he was!

Leaking tampons. Like in Labell's article, mother nature sucks sometimes, especially for us ladiezzz. Ever since I was "blessed" with womanhood, I've always had this fear of getting out of a seat in class or wherever I'm at and there will be a huge red stain on my ass. I'll catch myself grazing my ass with my hand as if something was on it to make sure it doesn't feel...wet. I'm sure it's happened to young ladies (and it's happened to me in the safety of my own home) but it really puts a damper on one's day. And the embarrassment? Let's just say I don't know what's more red: my cheeks or that stain.

Girls. I am one but I hate them. I have many close girlfriends who've stuck by me through thick and thin. But as a species, we suck. We play so many mind games, we could potentially be pros at playing Monopoly. We're fake and we take things out of proportion. We overthink things and we always claim to not wanna be involved in drama but find ourselves in the middle of sticky situations. We're power hungry and we'll use our good looks and charm to get what we want and if we don't get it, we throw fits and tantrums either internally or in public. Or maybe this is just my perception of girls? Whatever. One thing I want to put to rest is this: Boys, we do poop and we do fart. Don't think we're angelic little things without digestive tracts. We be some nasty bitches.

Doing something horrible/or having said horribleness be done to you. Ever imagine yourself in one of those Final Destination sequences? You get ripped apart by an 18-wheeler because one of your friends told you they'd fuck you if you got their pet rabbit sitting in the middle of the road. Or you trip down a flight of stairs and your eye lands directly on a sharpened pencil. OR, you accidentally drop a baby on concrete. I get into these instances where I'll just randomly imagine horrible things happening and I'll get this horrified look on my face as I stare into space for about a minute and a half. And then I come to reality. Ugh, it's frightening.

Food poinsoning. I've gotten it before and it was not fun. A mix of internal mess fest being projectiled out of both ends of your body for an unknown amount of time is complete fuckness. Every time I order something with food that comes with dire consequences if not prepared properly (i.e. chicken from a Mexican restaurant in SoHo that I'm never going to ever again) I make sure to check if it's pink or undercooked.

Heights. Being high is one thing. But being high above the ground is another.*
*Note to readers: I do not smoke pot. 

Back sweat. This is mainly a personal issue I try not to have happen to me because it's annoying and gross. Unless I'm in the gym of course.

Getting sick after excessively drinking. Similar to Labell, getting sick after drinking a lot is not fun. The spins set in and then the struggle to find some place to upchuck your insides out for an unset amount of time blows. I've learned from past experiences to drink in moderation. Or...I think I have? I don't binge drink, I drink socially and sometimes I feel a little more social than I wanna be ;)

There certainly are other things that I'm afraid of but I have to get back to my work.

Green is not just a color anymore...

I was at my internship doing work that involved looking at blogs related to sustainable living and green lifestyles. I'm not talking about, "Hey, let's paint ourselves green and walk down the street thinking we're a bunch of jolly green giants" kind of green living. I'm talking about how green is now not just a bright, earthy color. It's a lifestyle.


And I don't like how some eco-friendly, social do-gooders get a bad wrap for loving the planet they live on. Some people believe green people are hippies who eat nothing but wheatgrass and vegetables and hug trees all day (which I wouldn't mind doing, because like all things, trees need hugs too).


In fact, when I typed in "go green" into Urbandictionary.com, I got a few of these funny definitions:
1) To adopt an environmentally friendly lifestyle by recycling, buying local, reusing, minimizing driving, etc. 
Also, designing a development or construction project to meet high environmental standards.


2) To smoke weed


3) When you recycle a past girlfriend, lover, jumpoff or sexual partner into your current rotation.


4) to succumb to violent rage. Similar to hulk our go aggro.


But yeah, you get the gist. But I'd like to take a look at some of the sustainable/green/earthy trends...

• TOMS: Started by Blake Mycoskie in 2006 when he went to Argentina and noticed the children didn't have shoes to wear :( TOMS has a One for One program - buy a pair of TOMS and they'll send send a pair to a child in need. So it's like you're getting two pairs for the price of one and doing a good deed for a shoes-less child. They're cooler than jail slippers and really comfy! They come a variety of different styles to suit everyone's needs. I have a blue pair that goes with almost any outfit :)  
• Wheatgrass: No explanation needed. It's essentially grass that's really good for you. It can come in a concentrated powder, a tablet or can be grown in one's home. People usually add it to smoothies or juices (like at juice bars), or can just take shots of it. It has an acquired taste but is packed with lots of great healthful things and is usually used to detoxify the body. Yum!
• Your Daily Thread: a really cool website about green living and a sustainable lifestyle. From events to beauty tips, this site has it all. Check it out: http://yourdailythread.com/
• Living off the grid: According to Wikipedia, it means "living in a self-sufficient manner without reliance on one or more public utilities." In other words, rely on the woods and nature and anything that has nothing to do with running water, natural gas, electricity, and the Internet. To get a better sense of what this style of living, MTV's True Life followed two people who lived off the grid in the Midwest. Did they survive without living in actual houses with municipal power and the use of electrical grid utilities? Here's the link to the preview of the episode, that I highly suggest you watch if it's still available on MTV's website: True Life: I'm Living Off the Grid Preview

There's my schpele. Oh, and if none of these topics feed your fancy, then at least try recycling. GO GREEN!

I think someone just lost their job...

I'm sure everyone is familiar with the happenings of last night. May 1st is probably going to be marked as a day to drink or throw a party or update their Facebook statuses because that's what essentially happened in my neck of the woods. I refrained from doing any of the three (Okay, I updated my status but big whoop! Who didn't? And mine was unique stating, "I think a certain president just got himself re-elected."

But yeah, Osama Bin Laden is dead. No point of stating the deets to this news story because it'll be all over the news for the next three days maybe longer. Hopefully a lot of families can sleep easier knowing that a man who's been considered the most wanted man by the FBI for over a decade is finally out of the picture.

God Bless Amuuurica.

But hey, check out this dumbass....



http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=mMP7Ys57ha4