Ohmygoshi
Um hello last day of 2008...when did you get here?!
In 2008 I...
This year was finally my year to turn 21! I said goodbye to the fears and anxieties of fake ids and said hello to many more hungover mornings. My brother graduated high school in May and started his first semester in NYC. It's kind of surreal to think that all the younger people I grew up with are graduating and college-bound.

I learned that, to some, the word "friendship" doesn't mean much. It kind of sucks to be so easily de-friended. I guess I don't understand how someone just stops being friends with another person. But you live and learn, and with that comes new friends. This year I made a lot of new friends (both in person and through the blog!). They are people that I treasure and I'm so thankful to have found.

I've had some trouble writing this post because I feel like 2008 was mainly a filler year for me. Sure, there were some big events, but for the most part, it was the transition from college to the real world. I've been preparing myself mentally for life after college all year long. It's difficult for me to think that this time next year I will only have a few days for Christmas and New Years, if that. I won't be spending three weeks at home. All my friends will be spread out across the country and we'll all be heading in different directions. For some, it's medical school, others law, and some others will be getting jobs like me.

All in all, I consider 2008 to be very successful. I look at my life and see all the treasures I'm lucky enough to be blessed with and I'm so so thankful for everything God has given me. I hope that 2009 continues to be full of life lessons and growing. I know it's going to be a whirlwind of a year, and I'm excited for what is to come.

Happy New Year.
Ohmygoshi

Merry Christmas from the Ohmygoshi family to yours!
Ohmygoshi
I'm sitting here in the family room, with all the lights out, and the Christmas tree is glowing in the corner. I have a glass of wine to my right, and my favorite Christmas songs playing on napster. It's so peaceful and calming.

In this very moment, everything is perfect. I hope it never ends.
Ohmygoshi
How do you like them apples?!?!

Success never tasted so sweet.



Ohmygoshi
Has anyone heard about this?

Pretty much, DC bars are getting special permission to be open til 5am during inauguration week. While I do appreciate the extra time to drown my sorrows celebrate the "change", I'm not sure if it's really the smartest idea.

Emotions + alcohol + millions of people crammed into a small district does not a happy ending make! They're estimating up to 5 million people swarming the district for the week. 5 million! holy crap. Who wants to start a betting pool as to how many accidents there will be? I get that everyone's excited, but dude, those of us that have to conduct normal every day lives here will not be excited to see you.

I haven't decided if I'm going to venture out of my apartment that week. We get the actual inauguration day off, and the day before is MLK day, and the day AFTER I don't have classes anyways, so I pretty much have a 5 day weekend. haha are you jealous yet? I've also considered renting part of my apartment out. Hotels sold out around November 5th, and people are willing to pay huge amounts of money. I've seen houses going for $11,000 for the week. People are going as far out as PENNSYLVANIA, like the state, not the avenue. I live in the district! I could at least get $500 a night with a three night minimum. I think I'm going to conduct experiments and see just how much I could get.

And for an extra $50, I'll even decorate it from ceiling to floor in Obama paraphanalia.

Oh the things I do for a free month of rent!
Ohmygoshi
Taking the idea from kelly, I'm doing a "five things" day...

1. A time turner
2. A caffeine drip
3. "A+" on my two finals and three papers
4. For it to be Dec 16th already
5. A brain that comes fully loaded with everything I need to know about Marketing Research and Macroeconomics...
Ohmygoshi
oh hai.

I'm sorry i haven't been around much. I looked at my calender and my eyes bugged out as to how much I have to do and how little time I have to do it. I miss you all very much, and my reader is approaching the 150 mark, so please bear with me here as I finish up this semester.

Keep me on your readers! I promise regular posting will resume shortly!

Happy Holidays!
Ohmygoshi
Aaaaand we're back! I hope everyone had a lovely and relaxing Thanksgiving! I did! I've got all the pictures to prove it and I can't wait to share the awesomeness that was the Ohmygoshi Thanksgiving!

But here's my newest choice for Movie Monday:

Duplicity
Staring: Clive Owen and Julia Roberts
Directed by: Tony Gilroy
Genre: Thriller/Comedy
Release date: March 20, 2009

It's so fresh, there's not even a movie poster for it yet! Two former spies share a steamy night in Rome and decide they could get used to a life like that, and come up with a huge con for $40 million. {Trailer!}

What's not to love?

Julia Roberts - Good!
Comedy/romance/spy goodness - Good!
Clive Owen - GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!

Will it win an Oscar? Probably not, but it still looks like a good movie. What are your thoughts?
Ohmygoshi
Yay for not being so busy that I completely forget! This week's pick:

The Boy In The Striped Pajamas

Starring: David Thewlis, Asa Butterfield, Zac Mattoon O'Brien
Directed by:Mark Herman
Genre:
Drama
Release Date: November 14, 2008

Get your tissues out for this one, just the trailer makes me tear up. Ok, so this one is already released, but I haven't seen previews for it on normal tv, maybe I'm just not watching the right channels.

Pretty much, it's the story of a friendship between the child of a Nazi soldier, Bruno, and a young boy in a concentration camp, Leon. Bruno has no idea what's going on, and has led a completely innocent and sheltered childhood. [see the trailer here!]

What do you think guys? Looks like one that's designed to make you cry, eh? I'm not sure if I'll catch it in theaters, I hate leaving the theater depressed. But still, some people may enjoy it immensely!

Bonus! Because I missed last week...here's the NEWEST Harry Potter trailer!
Ohmygoshi
Man I've been busy, did you miss me? I sure did miss you! I could chronicle everything that I've been up to these past two weeks, but that would just be depressing. Let's just say, it's involved a lot of time in the library, a couple all-nighters, and a lot of stress. How've you been? I've been keeping up with my Reader, so I'm not completely lost on what's been going on!

This week is Thanksgiving (yay!) and one thing I'm thankful for? A ONE DAY WEEK! Yeah, that's right. Yours Truly starts the holiday on Monday at 5pm! I am SO excited for this year's Thanksgiving. First of all, I don't have to travel. Second of all, my mom and brother are driving up from home, and bringing the two puppehs with them! Third, my other brother is Bolting it down here from NYC, and we're all meeting at my uncle's place in VA for one very merry happy Thanksgiving! So it'll be 8 people, 5 dogs, and then 2 guests for dinner on Thursday. And did I mention that I don't have to travel?! Yeah. Totally winning at life right now.

I, personally, am a big fan of big family gatherings. I think it's because I don't have a huge family. I have a total of 4 cousins, and I don't think we've ever had a family reunion. Don't get me wrong, I love my small family, but I've always wanted that big family dinner kind of thing filled with music, laughter, and wine, don't forget the wine!

This year, we have Thanksgiving break, a week of class, and then finals start...um hello end of the semester, where did you come from?! Yeah, I'm not feeling it at all. It's just one more marker close to Real Life which starts in May. Yikes. There's so much more work to be done, I'd rather not think about it, I like to enjoy my time off thank you very much.

Stay tuned for another Movie Monday (sorry I missed it last week...). I've got so many good ones I'm not sure which one to pick!

What's this week shaping up to look like for you guys?!
Ohmygoshi
Happy blogger swap day everyone! I'm Lauren from Half Deserted Streets and I'm excited to take over this blog for the day. Don't worry, I'll be gentile.

When speaking with ohmygoshi, I learned that she's currently swamped with school work, with a (and I quote) " caffeine drip permanently attached to [her] arm." I sympathize with her, I really do, because we've all been through the horrors of cramming for exams. Some people take it calmly - worrying a bit, but convinced that their semester of studying will pay off. Some people ignore books and classwork up until the night before the exam. I was more like the former, whereas my friend Joe was definitely the latter.

During my sophomore year of college, Joe and I had Irish Literature together - a class that focused on plays written by Irish writers. I only remember She Stoops to Conquer so clearly I learned a lot in that class. As the final exam approached, Joe and I started to cram each night. Knowing his way of studying, I forced him to come over and go over notes with me. We'd reenact the plays and use different voices for each character. We'd attempt the Irish accent, but that never went well. Mine always came out sounding like a southern version of Lucky, the leprechaun. "She stoops to conquer...me lucky charms!"

The night before the exam was memorable. I had just finished up a final essay for my Literary Theory class when Joe came over. Holding something behind his back, I knew he was up to no good. With a glimmer in his eye, he presented me with it... a tiny white bottle of NoDoz.

"Oh no. I can't, Joe!"
"Why not? We can stay up all night!"
"I don't drink caffeine." I protested, "Imagine me taking these? I'd foam at the mouth or something." I had given up caffeine in high school. After learning I was hypoglycemic by fainting from lack of food while ordering a meal at a Subway sub shop (true story) the doctor said I should lay off the caffeine.
"Fine, then, more for me!"

With that, he popped five pills in his mouth.

"Joe. Seriously. Are you crazy?"
"YES I AM!" And then he had three more.
"GIVE ME THOSE!" I yelled, grabbing the bottle. My roommate Amy heard the commotion and came out of her bedroom.
"What's going on?" She asked.
"Joe's trying to overdose on NoDoz." I matter of factly replied.
"Sweet! I want in!" Oh Amy, she always wanted to join. With that, she took two pills. Joe grabbed one more out of my hand before I could say anything. I had the last one because I didn't want him to die.

After preparing some snacks, we finally got to reviewing the ten plays we had to know for the exam. A few hours later all plans backfired. Joe went crazy. Now, to be honest, Joe was known for doing some insane things. He jumped out of a second story window into bushes just for fun. He belayed off the top of our dormitory down to the ground. He ate the mystery meat in the cafeteria. Nothing ever surprised me when it came to Joe, except for this night. Grabbing some orange electrical tape I had left over from a Halloween costume, he taped his fingers together and ran down our dorm's hallways creaming "Lobster lobster lobster! I'm a lobster man!" He jumped on my bed for ten minutes straight. He grabbed a water gun and ran up and down the stairs, looking out for "suspicious people." I followed him the entire time, making sure he was okay. He had so much energy that nothing could contain him. But with all highs come lows and a bit later a very large low hit.

Joe thought he was going to die.

Sitting with my head in my hands wondering if we'd ever get back to studying, he crept over to me and said, "Lauren? I, um, I think I need to see a doctor. I think I had too many pills. I'm dying. Yes, definitely dying."

At 19 years old, what do you do when one of your best friends admits to you that they think they're dying? That's right, you freak out. As Joe's face grew whiter and sweatier, I grabbed my keys and roommate and ran to my car, holding on to Joe, acting as his support. Amy drove and I silently prayed for Joe to be okay.

At the hospital Joe told me that at his funeral he wanted the song "California Love" by TuPac played. I filled out forms and answered questions while he planned what foods were to be had. I answered every person, assuring them that No, he was not trying to commit suicide, we just had a test. A very hard test. He likes life, he wants to keep living.

Still jittery, Joe tried to concentrate on the doctor as he said that everything would be fine. Joe got an injection that sped up the NoDoz and he was prohibited from ever touching it again. I thanked the doctor and told him that I'd watch over the patient. To this day, I'm almost certain he hasn't had NoDoz again.

Back at home, I let Joe sleep in my bed as I cleaned up our living room when hurricane Joe pummeled through. I sent a quick e-mail to our teacher letting her know that we wouldn't be at the exam due to a hospital visit and asked when we could make it up.

Hours later Joe woke up in a haze. He found me reading the teacher's response, telling us that we were fine and to find her later that day to schedule a retake. "What happened?" both her e-mail read and Joe asked.

"Oh, not much. Just your average NoDoz overdose. You know, the usual."
Ohmygoshi
I've decided to start a new series entitled Movie Mondays.

Every Monday I will post a new trailer and description of an upcoming movie. I decided to do this, because A) Mondays SUCK. and B). to give you all bragging rights to scoff and say "Oh! I saw that trailer MONTHS ago! I'm so excited!" I'll do my best to post trailers directly, but I want you to get the best viewing experience, so I'll most likely direct you to the official website or Apple Trailers.

So...without further ado, today's pick of the week:

Marley and Me
Starring: Jennifer Aniston and Owen Wilson
Directed by: David Frankel
Genre: Comedy
Release Date: December 25, 2008

"The heartwarming and unforgettable story of a family in the making and the wondrously neurotic dog who taught them what really matters in life." {see the trailer here!}

I saw this trailer last night, and immediately thought "AWWWWW" I mean, who wouldn't love a puppy like that?! It's the typical "feel-good" movie, that I'll be recommending to the fam for one of our Forced Family Fun events over the holidays.
Ohmygoshi
shuffles in looking extremely disheveled, hair a mess, wearing red sweatpants, a blue t-shirt, an ITALIA zipup sweater, and purple flats. blank stare.

Ahem:

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shuffles out

end scene.
Ohmygoshi
Well, it's about 11:35pm and John McCain has just given his concession speech. Barack Obama has just been projected announced as the next President Elect of the United States of America.

I am, needless to say, disappointed.

I'm disappointed in the way I was treated today for voting how I did. I'm disappointed in the remarks that were said to me, things like "I hope that every woman that voted for McCain needs an abortion sometime soon." I'm disappointed in the awful things that were said about John McCain tonight. For a party that screams for all things fair and equal, some certainly don't show it at all.

However, I do hope for the best for this country. There is nothing else I'd rather be than an American citizen. I hope that Obama lives up to everything that people believe, and he turns this country around in a good way. I hope that in two years I can say, "I was wrong, Obama was just what this country needed." I pray that he keeps this country safe, and that terrorists don't see this as their opportunity to attack with no consequences. I pray that his lack of experience doesn't hurt us. I hope that he doesn't rush the troops out of Iraq and collapse everything that has been accomplished. Our government is going to be mostly Blue, and that worries me. I wonder how effective a two-party government is when it's entirely controlled by one.

I think McCain gave a very graceful and inspiring speech, and I can't blame him or Sarah Palin for being a little teary eyed, as I myself teared up a bit. It was an emotional ride and a battle well fought. Still, I know some people will laugh at it, and continue to make rude and disrespectful remarks.

In all fairness, Obama delivered an amazing speech tonight. I heard Obama speak to me directly as an "un-won vote" and I can only hope that he hears me the way he promised to.

I've been praying for the outcome for several weeks now, and I'll continue to pray to God for the safety, guidance, and wisdom for our new President. I am so blessed to be given so many freedoms and rights in this country simply for being born within it's borders, something so many people in this world don't have. Tonight was indeed a historic night, and despite my disappointment, I'm still so so proud to be an American.

I hope you are too.
Ohmygoshi
Spotted:

Northwest DCers with Red Starbucks cups. Guess what fashionable cup is on it's way out for the season? Don't worry, LonelyWhiteCup will be sure to make an appearance now and then, but only when Red doesn't feel like coming out to play.

xoxo,
Ohmygoshi

EDIT
I just re-read this post, and it kind of came off that I was trying to project the election tonight, and I wasn't! I was just excited about seeing the red starbucks cups!
Ohmygoshi
SO, I was all set to blog last week with a couple of different topics, and then my midterm went horribly wrong on Thursday, so that pretty much depressed me for the rest of the weekend. NOT a fun way to start Halloween!

But here I am, on a temporary reprieve from my sadness (which is sure to return Monday with the return of said midterm), and I thought I'd go ahead and fill out some random facts about me that Magda tagged me for. I was actually planning on doing something similar earlier this week anyways, but I guess great minds think alike.

When I get really nervous, I talk...a lot. It's so embarrassing. I usually walk away thinking "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY?!" Yeah, I usually tend to ramble on and on, or try to be funny, and that just ends in crickets chirping. I always know when I'm doing it, but it's like tourettes, I just can't help myself.

Sometimes, while I'm waiting for the metro or the bus, I'll make up stories that I think belong to the people walking past me. I usually try to figure out what kind of day they are having just based on their faces or eyes or the way they carry themselves. Did you know Washington D.C. is the city with the most plain clothes spies in the world?! They're ALL OVER THE PLACE! I try to see who I think would be a spy. It's a fun little game that keeps me entertained for hours.

I absolutely LOVE mac and cheese. Seriously. I heart the Kraft version, it used to be the only kind I ate, but I've widened my variety. And I'm always on the lookout for new types of mac and cheese. Next time I'm in NYC, I'm makin' a beeline for S'Mac. When I do eat it out of a box, I prefer the spiral kind.

Another thing I LOVE, possibly more than mac and cheese, DIM SUM! words cannot express how much I enjoy dim sum. There's this place we go to at home that has the BEST dim sum in central fl. Seriously. We usually hit it up after church on Sundays, because that's when the ladies will walk around with their little dim sum carts and you can just pick and choose what you want. My brothers and I love to make a game out of counting the number of white people in the one-room restaurant. Our mom included, there's usually about 3 or 4. A lot of mixed families go in, which warms my little half-asian heart.

Sometimes I cheat when playing candyland with a four year old. But I have my reasons! When it's been a long day, and we've made a deal that it's bedtime after this last round, and he's so close to the top with King Kandy, and I see his next card would be the dismal Gingerbread Man alllll the way at the beginning, I switch some cards around. I'm not sorry either. I'd much rather hear him gloat about winning than hear him cry about how I "always win!".

I have two wedding songs picked out...despite the fact I don't have a groom yet. Or even a boyfriend. I'm super excited for them too, because I'm pretty sure they're still fairly unknown (at this point), so hopefully they won't be too exhausted by the time I actually get to use them. If they are, I'll be super pissed.

For tagging I'll do....
LindzML
Kevin from Two Wangs Do Make A Right
Chickbug
aaaaaand You, whoever that may be.

Happy November, let the Holiday Season officially begin!
Ohmygoshi
New Harry Potter trailer is out!!!




Goosebumps anyone?

Yeah, me too.
Ohmygoshi
Ok, I have a question for all you out there: if you could spend an entire day with someone from the future, who would it be and why?
Ohmygoshi
Today, I listened to a song that I've been successfully avoiding for almost 2 years now. It used to be my absolute favorite. I listened to it everyday, I set it as my message alert, it just made me happy. Then that all changed, and those memories that I associated with it were too painful to think about, so I banished it from my life.

As I was getting ready to write this, I brought up the new Ingrid Michaelson CD, and the first song is "Be OK" in which the chorus says "I just wanna be ok be ok be ok". The me of two years would have taken that song and made it her anthem. But the me of today, the me of right now, knows that I am already OK.

Tonight, I was just in a Jack Johnson mood. I bravely clicked on the song, and sang along. The memories from way back when didn't come flooding back in a painful flurry, but instead, only a few came to mind, and I actually smiled. Someone once told me "don't let good memories go to waste, and don't let good lessons in life get swallowed up in pain". I've done that for so long, but now I realized I've gotten to that point of just "remembering" and not being consumed by that heartbreaking feeling all over again.

It's a good place to be, and I'm happy about it.
Ohmygoshi
I could talk about...how I desperately need to reset my internal clock, I couldn't fall asleep until 4:30 last night!

I could talk about...how I got a phone call at 9:30 to go walk the dog at the house I work at, and I went.

I could talk about...how I got a parking ticket because of DC's completely screwed up way of posting signs. Wait, let's talk about this one for a sec: Seriously, WTF is the point of posting a sign that says "no parking from 4-6pm" and then TWO SIGNS BENEATH THAT ONE posting one that says "no parking from 8am-4pm"?! DC residents, THIS is where your tax dollars are going! I've got an idea, post a sign that says "no parking from 8am-6pm" That makes things A LOT clearer!

I could talk about...I have a less than two minute presentation to make today, and I'm so nervous I think I'm going to puke.

I could talk about...my lack of motivation to post a vlog for today's 20sb event.

I could talk about...how thanks to a lack of a hairbrush and now lack of a hair dryer, I looked like a drowned rat today. Real pretty.

I could talk about...how I'm beginning to get really frustrated with certain people in my life.

I could talk about...how I want to go into an industry that is based on creativity, yet I feel like I have none.

I could talk about...how my room looks like my closet threw up all its contents, and I have no plans to change that any time soon.

I could talk about...how the thought of the future makes my stomach feel like I swallowed a 6ton bag of rocks

I could talk about...how I'm severely underdressed for today's 50 degree weather.

But no...instead, I'm going to try and see if I can turn my day around and see things in a different light.

Update: All is not lost! I have found something that has made me smile today!
Ohmygoshi
I was tagged a few days ago by TexasLauren, and I figured today would be a good day to catch up on it. so here are some faves of mine:


1. Clothes Shop
This is a toughie. I do like forever 21, but usually just for going out clothes. For serious things I like Ann Taylor Loft or Express.


2. Furniture Shop
To look at and dream: Crate & Barrel. Oh love.
To actually buy from: Ikea. or Target.

3. City
Hmm...right now I'm going to say Osaka, Japan. I've been dying to go back, and I'm determined to find a way.

4. Sweet
Chili's Chocolate Chip Paradise Pie....it's like heaven in your mouth. My family splits two, between the four of us.


5. Drink
Like alcoholic? Pooja's Punch! i think the ingredients are rum, pineapple juice, cherry juice? and two cherries? I could be wrong though...

6. Music
I love all music, seriously. Right now, I'm on a big acoustic kick.

7. TV series

Bones, Fringe, Brothers & Sisters, Grey's Anatomy! I could go on and on...

8. Film
Sliding Doors. I love everything about it. The whole "What-if" scenario never fails to entertain me.


9. Workout
Yoga. Hands down. Pure Barre is a close second. and running is dead last.

10. Pastries
Um...Chocolate filled croissants? Please and thank you!

11. Coffee
Oh, so many options here. In high school, we contemplated trying to invent a "coffee iv drip", but then decided we didn't have enough time to fully think it through. Instead we resorted to chocolate covered coffee beans. At 7:15 in the morning. This was after I had already polished off a starbucks double shot and bottled mocha frap. Yeah. Nowadays, I tend to brew it at home and add some Hazelnut coffeemate. The rare times I do buy, I try to get it from the coffeeshop on campus. Hazelnut latte is mmm mmm good.
Ohmygoshi
I've been doing some research into the major ad agencies around the world. I stumbled across this one by Leo Burnett. A-DOR-ABLE.



Now, go on and tell me you didn't giggle at the total cuteness that overwhelmed the screen just then. Go on. I dare you. The look of pure innocent joy that comes over his face is priceless. He likes her because she has a pony-tail! How much cuter can you get?!
Ohmygoshi
It's Monday, people shouldn't be required to think on Mondays. I've decided to go with my loves and hates for the time being!

Love:
  • Late night conversations with best friends.
  • Having cash in my pocket!!
  • Reading posts like these on Monday mornings while I enjoy my coffee. Pay particular attention to the 10th paragraph.
  • Getting excited for the holidays! - This year for Thanksgiving, my mom and youngest brother are driving up, and my other brother is flying down and we're all meeting at my Uncle's place in VA for a very large family Thanksgiving, I always enjoy large Thanksgivings. It makes it that much more special.
  • Playing drinking games with friends on Saturday nights
  • When my professors make up words like "religiousosity" I mean, seriously?
Hate:
  • Liars - nothing gets me more angry than people who lie to my face.
  • Deciding on topics. I have two large presentations/papers that I need to have topics for soon. And the guidelines for both are: "Whatever you feel like doing" within reason of the course topic. UGH. It's not a big deal or anything, only up to 70% of my grade in one class, and 40% in the other. Let me know if you want to help!
  • Warm weather in October. Seriously? A high of 85 is unacceptable this time of year in Washington DC. What happened to the fall? I moved up north to avoid being in this situation dammit!
  • Underclassmen in a 10am Philosophy of the Arts class. They are so full of themselves and just spew off some of the most annoying things. Nobody cares about how many times you can use the words "scholar" and "genius" in a single sentence, or that you aspire to be like Niche. Here's an actual quote: "...So while a genius can top a scholar, the totality of scholars building on scholars dwarfs the genius' intellectual blah blah blah". Sorry about that last part, I stopped listening after a certain point.
  • The lack of money in my bank account. While I may have some cash in my pocket, that's only because I was paid in cash the other day, and my bank account is still starving.
  • The fact that I haven't done any form of Yoga in over a month. Not to get all yogi sounding, but I can feel all the toxic grossness building up in my system, and it puts me in a grumpy mood.
Ohmygoshi
My stalking searching abilities are really good, in fact, so good, I probably shouldn't announce that to the interweb. But I follow the logic that if it's online, it's game for being found. I follow this in my own life too, and don't post anything (here or on fbook) that I wouldn't want to be found by someone. I've recently started a massive picture de-tagging spree, there are far too many unpleasant photos of me up there. I'm pretty observant and maybe I'm just super creative in what I choose to search for, but I can usually find what I'm looking for.

However, I've found that some things you have no control of. For example, I googled myself today, and was somewhat intrigued by things that I found. There are some interesting articles about me from a major project/competition I was involved in. Random people "@ tweeted" at me that I never knew about, and a few random references (what in the world is technorati? someone fill me in!). I do know that several people out there know my nickname and have googled it to find me, I'm fine with that. I have opened a window to my life, knowing that there will be a few people looking in that I'd rather not be there, but I don't want to make this place completely private. I revel in finding new people through other people's blogs, and I love it when people connect to me through it. I have, on occasion, thought of starting up a completely separate, anonymous blog somewhere out there and then having the freedom the post whatever I want without being worried about who will or will not see it. The only reason I haven't yet is because I haven't thought of something that will make me totally unidentifiable in terms of blog name and user.

I have several friends who ask me "what's the point of blogging? Why put it all out on the internet for everyone to read?" My answer? Because I want to. I see this place as being somewhere that is completely mine. I can express my opinions, and say whatever I want to say. It's also a great creative outlet, and I like to think that my writing has improved since I started. And finally, the "blogosphere" is such a great community. People connecting with strangers through a few strokes on a keyboard is something that continues to fascinate me (in a noncreepy way). I have made several friends through blogging, and although I've never actually met them face-to-face, they are still people that I've come to care about.

That's not to say that I've abandoned all my real friends. I'm not about to dive into the creepy world of "Second-Life" or anything like that, even The Sims got to be too much for me. I'm not interested in living a different life than what I do in reality, which is why I think the blog works for me. I put pieces of who I really am out there.

What are your thoughts? Do you have friends who don't quite get the whole "blogging" thing? What were your reasons for starting your blog?
Ohmygoshi

Have you seen Google's new Mail Goggles? It's Google's answer to drunken emailing. I think it's hilarious, now if only Facebook would develop an app like this....
Ohmygoshi
I'm stealing borrowing this from kelly over at masking and unveiling because i thought it was pretty interesting. This is the cover of LIFE magazine from 2004, featuring John McCain and Tina Fey. Who knew in 2004 that this would be so funny now?


Thoughts?
Ohmygoshi
So, yesterday, I was standing at the corner and the crosswalk still had a few seconds left on it, but I decided to wait because I saw my friend coming up my side of the sidewalk. A couple others go for it, because like I said, there was still time on the clock. Well, all of a sudden, this cop comes SPEEDING around the circle, trying to make it through his yellow light, and has to slam on his brakes for the remaining crossing pedestrian. This kid happens to be someone I've known since freshman year. The cop honked at the poor guy, and then SCREAMED at him. The guy was obviously totally confused as to what had just happened, and didn't really understand why someone was yelling at him. This upset the cop, who then decided that he wasn't in a hurry after all, and could take the time to pull my friend over to give him a ticket.

Are you serious?? He still had time on the clock! The only reason he stopped was because you YELLED at him, you moron!

Another fun cop story: A couple weeks ago, a friend was driving on the interstate, and saw that there were two cops pulling someone over on the side of the road. She calmly merged into the other lane, because of the law that states you can't be in the lane closest to the cop when he's pulling someone over. She's keeping up with all the traffic, and is not going excessively over the 75 mph speed limit. Next thing she knows, one of the cops got into his car, caught up to her, and pulled her over! Genuinely confused, she wanted to know how fast she was going, because according to her it was just about 75. The cop was extremely rude and stated that they clocked her as going 85. Um, how? You were out of your car, and there were so many people that passed by at that second, how could you POSSIBLY know it was her?

I understand that not all cops are power tripping fools who get off on making people squirm, but I can't say I know any.

Have I mentioned I'm not a huge fan of cops?
Ohmygoshi
Well, I think the title says it all. Since my discovery of the "google reader" i have been amazed.

Instead of having to remember all the blogs I read, I simply refer to my handy dandy reader. There is no more constantly checking each blog for an update, my google reader tells me when there is (although sometimes it's a little slow on the uptake...).

However, there is also a downside to the reader. If left to it's own devices, it can collect almost 50 new entries. That is just a tiiiny bit intimidating (though admittedly no where near as bad as some of you out there ;) ) . Also, I don't comment nearly as much as I used to. True, if something really strikes me, I'll make the effort to go and leave a comment, but not all the time. Sometimes, I'll say that I'll come back to comment later once I've thought of how to word my response, but then I just forget, and it gets lost among the non bolded links.

le sigh.

So, this is me apologizing to all my dear bloggy friends. I am still reading every single day even if I don't always make myself known! My reader is as close to a best friend as I can get with the interweb. It contains all my favorites, who make me think, laugh, cry, remember, and ooh and ahh at the fabulous etsy and pink finds. You offer help. You inspire me. I can relate to you. and I hope to see things the way you do. So many awesome new (and old!!) friends.*

Thanks!


* not even a fraction of the blogs that I read! :)
Ohmygoshi




26-24: REDSKINS
Ohmygoshi
Today...was a crappy day. My LCD screen officially gave out, the technician supposedly "called the wrong number" this morning, so I never actually heard from him. My new phone and banana bread package haven't arrived, yet my brother in NYC got his. Comcast doesn't service my building, so I can't get the cheaper internet/cable I was hoping for. I have a headache. My back hurts. and I'm having weird cramps on my left side.

I think I officially earned the right to say that today sucked.

But

I found this video, and it kind of made things better. It's a great combination of some of my new and old favorite things. So, I'm passing it along to all of you that are having a bad day, and hope that it makes your day just a little bit better.



PS go check out Eric Hutchinson, he's definitely on top of my New Favorites list.
Ohmygoshi
So, after that fiasco over the summer, I thought all my problems with Dell were over, and I would never have to spend my time on the phone with them again. Wrong. Oh. So. Wrong.

The other day as I was diddling about searching for the end of the interweb, I noticed my laptop screen start to flicker a little bit. Kind of weird, but whatever. So then, a few days later, it started to do it even more. For my screensaver, I just have the monitor turn off. I did have a picture slideshow, but after I lost (mourn) my pictures, I haven't been able to do that yet (they are all sitting on the external harddrive that belongs to someone who miraculously retrieved them using some miracle software designed by God Himself). So I come back from being away all day, and the screen pops up for about 5 minutes then starts to flicker then goes completely black.

Sob.

I have this little button right where the monitor meets the keypad that turns the monitor off when you shut the computer, and I pushed it and my screen came back to me.

Whew.

But (and you knew it was coming) then it started doing this more often. I called Dell, and explained my problem to someone, who transferred me to another person, who listened to me, and then transferred me to another person who listened to me, but apparently didn't understand a word I was saying. He made me shut the computer off and run diagnostics and then made me connect to Dell Online so he could run the laptop. Ugh, it was a nightmare. . He said, "Yes Ma'am, we need to diagnose the problem" and I tried explaining that I was pretty sure it wasn't a diagnostic problem, and I think the LCD backlight is just burned out. I could see images on the screen, but it was like someone turned the light out. And he said "I see..." and then he wanted to update the drivers. This is when my head exploded. I told him, "no no no...I JUST updated ALL of the drivers in July. Brandnew harddrive, brand new drivers. I promise"

But no. He insisted on seeing for himself. So he attempted to flash the drivers (if you know what this means, please explain it to me). And a warning box popped up saying it was dangerous and could be harmful to my computer to do that. And he just clicked away. All the while I'm thinking, "If you screw up my computer even more, I will personally fly myself to where you are and kill you myself". Once he realized that, no my Bios Driver did not need updating, he said "hold on for a few moments Ma'am" and then click he was gone and I was disconnected.

This is after I spent 45 WEEKDAY minutes on the phone with him.

".............................."

My problem wasn't solved. I had no technician coming to my house to fix it. Nothing. I was pissed. But it stopped flickering, so I hoped and prayed that it just needed to be restarted.

Wrong. Again. Tonight it wouldn't even stay lit for more than 2 seconds. I tried and tried and restarted and still got nothing. So I was forced to call Hell Dell again. This time I spoke to Rumy and told her what happened and she goes "Oh. Sounds like you have a problem with your LCD backlight. We'll have to send someone out to fix it for you". It was at that moment that she could have asked me to do anything for her and I would have. She took my address and told me someone would hopefully be there by Tuesday.

Bing Bang Boom. Problem solved in less than 20 minutes. In the meantime, I have figured out that if I put my screen on the lowest setting, it stays lit. Which sucks, but is better than nothing.

I kindly asked her to put a rush on it because the laptop is my UMBILICAL CORD TO THE WORLD AND ASKING ME TO LIVE WITHOUT IT IS LIKE ASKING YOU NOT TO BREATHE. She laughed.

I think she thought hoped I was joking.
Ohmygoshi
There are some lessons we learn early on that stay with us for life. Like, for example, my last post is a lesson that I totally learned when I was a kid: begging always works. Seriously, it was so awesome to see all you lurkers come out of the woodwork! I definitely made some new friends and added to my google reader! Don't be a stranger! Say hi more often.

And then there are other lessons that we learn over and over and never fully "get it". Like, thinking you can get a week's worth of homework accomplished in ONE NIGHT. HAHA. oops.

So yeah, I don't know whether to laugh or cry right now. Is anyone else scared for the future of this country? And I'm not necessarily talking about who's going to take over as Chief Executive come January. I'm talking more about the massive drops in the stock market. The Dow Jones closed almost 450 points down yesterday. Bear Stearns, Lehman Brothers, AIG, and let's not forget our favorite twins Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac...what the hell is going on? We're some of the richest people in the world, yet one by one, our banks are crashing down. It's not just us hurting, it's a ripple effect being felt across the globe. Foreign countries that were so heavily invested in these huge banks are now scrambling to come up with the capital. The best part is, we haven't even seen the worst of it. We're in the top of the 3rd inning, with another 6 innings to go, at the least. And sure, I don't have kids, a house, a car, or a huge mortage to worry about right now, but the future is looking pretty bleak. The job market is only going to be that much more competitive what with thousands suddenly out of work and willing to take a huge paycut.

This is living history. We could be on the cusp of a huge crisis here, and yet some people have the audacity to tell me not to worry about things. For real? Mister, I'm pretty sure that it was that kind of attitude that got you in huge trouble to begin with.

I know that my fears are slightly exaggerated, but they are still there. Who knows where we'll be in 5 years. Perhaps this will all be a distant memory and we'll be able to say "whew, that was close." I do have full confidence that we will be able to get through this, I just wonder what it's going to cost us in the end.

I'd love to get your opinions on this topic.
Ohmygoshi
I've noticed I get a lot more traffic than comments. What gives, yo?? Do I smell?

Are you a silent lurker? Casual reader? Searchin' for an image? Say hello!

Like what you see? Leave me a comment!

Want to be my friend? Yay!

Disagree with something I said? Let me know! I'd love to continue any discussion with you either through the blog or email.

Have an AWESOME etsy recommendation? PSHHH send it over! I love am minorly obsessed with all things etsy.

Think I'm incredibly cute and want to date me? Well, that one's a little weirder, but I'm still open to nice compliments. :)

Think I need to get my shit together and do something productive with my life? Join the club.

I know you're there! I've got the numbers to prove it. Show yo self!
Ohmygoshi
I've noticed that I get A LOT of traffic from people googling "how to defriend on facebook" or "ex defriending on facebook" and many different variations. I've decided to go ahead and post a "how to" guide and some answers to questions people may have about facebook.

OK, so first, as much as I despise "defriending" on facebook, if you really must do it, then so be it. First go to whoever's profile you are looking to remove. Then, scroll down the page, and at the bottom of the left hand boxes (usually the pictures) there will be a button that says "Remove Friend" click it, as seen here:*


















See? Easy as pie.

Now, to answer a few questions:

How to see who defriended me on facebook?
Sorry sweets, there's no doing it without looking through all 1293 friends of yours and seeing if you can remember the one person who ISN'T there anymore.

Should I defriend my former friend?
NO! Defriending is dumb! Just say NO to defriending. How else are you going to properly facebook stalk them if you defriend them?

Can someone tell if I defriend them?
*sigh* There is no annoucement that you've been defriended, so worry not. They will only know when they try to post on your wall or see your profile, only to be blocked. But it would be nice if you sent them a message saying that you were not going to be friends anymore so it wouldn't be a total shock.

So there is my how-to guide on Facebook Defriending. Hope I helped you out in your quest for Facebook answers.


*No friends were actually defriended in the making of this post.
Ohmygoshi
It was freshman year. I sleepily walked to the bus stop in the dark, carrying my water jug and dance bag, ready for a long day of school and practice after. While we waited for the bus, my friend told me about the bad dream she'd had the night before. She dreamt that we were waiting for the bus and there were theses planes flying above us and all of a sudden, they just exploded in the air. At the time, it was nothing more than a scary dream.

We had a math quiz that day. It was third period, and that's when we normally watch the morning announcements. We turned the tv on to news about the Pentagon being on fire. Coach Klein told the tv off, no morning announcements that day because we "got a quiz today, folks". When the bell rang, the hall was filled with chatter, "Did you hear what happened?"
"A plane flew into the a building in New York"
"New York? I heard something about the Pentagon"


Fourth period was biology. The tv was already on when we got there. Our teacher's mom was a flight attendant flying out to L.A. that day. Our class was silent as we watched the CNN reports coming in while our teacher frantically tried dialing family to get a location on her mom. We were horrorstruck as we watched the North Tower collapse in front of us. One second it was there, and the next second it was hurtling towards the ground in billions of pieces. There was an annoucement over the loudspeaker telling us what we already knew. There had been an attack. The United States was under attack. I don't remember much about the day, except that all after school activities had been cancelled, so instead of practice, we were told to go home and hug our families. I came home to find my mom sitting on the floor in front of the TV, and we continued to watch in silence.

Who would have guessed that seven years later, I'd be in one of the cities that were attacked, and my brother in the other. Right after the attacks, no one cared who was a Republican or a Democrat. All that mattered was that we were one. One country, the name says it all, United.

The memories from that day have been blurred, mixing in with ones of happier times. The country, as a whole, had to move on. While the memories of that day move to the back of our minds sometimes, they always return. And they always will.
Ohmygoshi
Things are finally starting to fall into place, and I'm beginning to settle down into a routine. Yesterday I stepped outside for a small walk, and I felt the cool breeze ever so slightly rush by. It was late afternoon, and the sun was starting to set, giving out it's last burst of orange sunlight. It was then that I knew, fall is on it's way.

I love the fall and holidays that come with it. I love the reds and oranges and browns and the crispness of the air! I love the crunchiness of the leaves on the ground, and make it a point to step on as many as possible. I love football season, I love the fall wardrobe with it's sweaters and long sleeve shirts, when it's cold enough to require a sweater, but too warm for a heavy jacket. I love the thought of Thanksgiving and Christmas being right around the corner, and the all around cheeriness of the season. I love that this year, Thanksgiving is going to be filled with all kinds of family and I don't even have to get on a plane to get there. I love the smell of food, enveloping a warm house filled with sounds of the season. I love the way the sun looks in the afternoon, making the colors pop even more. I love that people do things just because "it's the holidays". I love the busyness of the shopping malls and downtown Georgetown, how everyone, myself included, is shopping with a distinct purpose of finding "the perfect gift" to the tune of Jingle Bells playing in the background. This year the air is tinged with even more excitement with the upcoming election in November.

Full confession: another great thing I love about the fall/winter: the red Starbucks cups! I don't know why but they just make me happy! As soon as I see someone walking with one, I make a beeline for the closest Starbucks to order a piping hot cappuccino or white chocolate mocha.

I love wearing hats and gloves and scarves and boots. I love to see the Christmas trees in the windows and the colorful lights on the houses. I love the soft glow that comes from sitting in a room with no lights except those on the tree in front of you. I love that it's a time for family and friends.

I love that fall is on it's way!
Ohmygoshi
I've been spending some time perusing the comments of a favorite blogger of mine, because she wrote a fairly strong opinioned post on her political views. While, I don't have time to read all 2000 comments, I do jump around from page to page and skim a lot of them. I think it's awesome how many young people seemed to be involved in this year's election. I'm proud to say that I will be joining them as I cast my vote in November.

However, one line really caught my attention, "...I am scared and hopeful that the outcome won't be given to the barely liftable arms of John McCain". This really shocked me, and not because of her political stance. It made me wonder if this person even had a clue as to why McCain's arms are "barely liftable". Did she think it was because he's old? Maybe he was just tired? Has she done any research on the other Presidential candidate at all, or is she just that mesmerized by the oratory greatness that is Barack Obama?

McCain is unable to lift his arms above his head because of his war injuries that were never properly treated. He is unable to lift his arms because he was a POW for five years. He's unable to lift his arms above his head because he was fighting against communism in a war that a Democrat President lead the United States into. And all this before Obama's 12th birthday. Say what you will about McCain's politics and values, but I think it is difficult to deny him the proper respect as a Veteran of the United States military.

To that particular commenter, all I have to say is do your research first, them come back and we'll see what you have to say about John McCain's "barely liftable" arms.
Ohmygoshi
Dear Redskins,

Welcome back, boys! I've been counting down the days until your return since January. But, last night was rough. Really rough. There are a lot of things to be learned from it, and you have until NEXT Sunday to learn them. Chalk it up to whatever you want, National TV opening night jitters, playing the SuperBowl Champs at their home stadium, that unfortunate sack during our first possession, new regime, injuries...there are plenty of reasons. It's ok. It was the first game, these things happen. It probably won't be a deal-breaker in the end, and we can all gloat when the Giants suffer their first loss, because let's face it, they're nothing special. Eli made plenty of mistakes last night too.

SO, whatever that was bothering you last night, just shake it off. Take a few minutes to collect your thoughts, and then get back to work. We ended on a good note last year, and the whole community was oh-so-proud of you for making it to the playoffs. Let's go even farther this year, dare I say, to the Superbowl?

What made last night even worse was when my fresh nyc implant of a brother (who hasn't even decided if he wants to be a Giants fan or a Jets fan...) IMed me to gloat about the loss. I'm looking forward to rubbing it in his face next time. You know you want to, too.

In conclusion, I'm going to erase last night from my memory, and pretend like September 14 is really opening night. I'll consider it a fluke. I'm pumped for the season, and I know that next week the Rams will wish they'd only come to Washington to see the Monuments.

Looking forward to seeing you in person sometime this season!

Sincerely,
Devoted Fan Ohmygoshi
Ohmygoshi
I've only had class 3 days so far since the start of the semester. And on two of those days, I had substitute professors. That's amusing to me seeing as that's NEVER happened to me before.

Anywho...it's my turn to do some subbing, so head over to Dr. Bolte to see my thoughts on the fall lineup! God, I love good tv!
Ohmygoshi
A new friend introduced me to this song and video. I've been obsessed with it ever since.

Ohmygoshi
I wish I had something great to put here. I wish I had something really thought-provoking, something that will really make you think. But, I don't.

The truth is, I've been really lonely lately. I still haven't found a roommate, and while I appreciate the fact that I don't have to share my space with anyone, it's made me realize how non attractive my apartment is. On top of that, I'm worried about how to pay rent. I definitely can't afford to pay it on my own. I would move, but I don't have a car, and it's as close to campus as I can get without living on campus.

As if I'm not stressed enough about my living situation, tonight I got a notification that the check submitted for my rent was returned due to insufficient funds. Except, wait for it, I didn't pay the rent, my former roommate did. This is the second time he's done this. And now he's moved out, and I'm up shit creek all by my lonesome. I called him in a fury and told him to take care of it, and the extra expenses on top of it. The rule here is that after two returned checks, you're no longer allowed to pay by personal check, only certified. I'm going to attempt to explain to them that it was my roommate's fault, and his checks, and since he's moved out, I should no longer be penalized for it. We'll see how it goes.

If it doesn't go well, expect my mood to plummet in the next 24 hours.
Ohmygoshi
As I stepped up on the desk to climb onto my brother's top bunk bed, I was suddenly hit with an intense feeling of deja vu. It seems impossible that only three short years ago, I was climbing up onto my own lofted bed for the first time. This past weekend was quite the emotional experience for me. We arrived in NYC around 10am and found his building. There were a slew of returning students outside ready to help with all the move-in needs. We'd already brought our own team of family members and we quickly loaded the trolley with my brother's box and luggage.

His one bedroom apartment is small, but considered luxiorious by NYC standards. He lives right around the corner from The Empire State Building (seriously, he's practically in Herald Square. The girls' apartment building IS next door to the ESB). While my brother chatted it up with his new roommates, my mom, aunt, uncle, and myself all busied ourselves in his room unpacking and making his bed for him.

Later, we wandered the streets, up and down the avenues, looking for various things for his apartment. We stopped in a Pink Berry to re-energize. It was then that I suddenly felt excitement, sadness, fear, and jealousy all at the same time. My brother is going to have the time of his life there. He's got New York City as his playground, and a school that is going to do so many great things for him, it was a definite God thing that he ended up where he's at. As I watched him make friends with his roommates and fellow students, I remembered my own freshman experiences. The memories I made that year will last a lifetime, even if the friendships didn't. My heart ached a little for those people that are no longer in my life. I watched, wondering who out of the bunch would become the "best friend" and who would be the sloppy one, the quiet one, and so forth. I wondered about their futures, and thought about the things they will go through their freshman year.

There is no other experience like going away to college for the first time. A newfound freedom that can't be matched in any way. It's that transitional period between childhood and adulthood, in which you meet new people, and discover new things. The rush of excitement that comes from living away from home, the fear of conquering a new city, the responsibility of going to class whne you don't have anyone there to make you.

All my life, I've been waiting and waiting to be a "big kid" and have a career and life outside of traditional schooling. And now, here I am, on the verge of being in the real world, at the beginning of my senior year of college, and all I want is to be a freshman again. It was the best year of my life, and I want to do it all over again. Life was simple, and my biggest worries were about if I wanted to make the effort to get to my 8:30 class. Everything else was pushed aside to be "thought about in a few years".

My brother is already having an amazing time. Today, they were on a scavenger hunt through the city! He'll wake up in the heart of the city that never sleeps, and experience it day-to-day. He will master the subway system, and learn to deal with the millions of tourists and their maps. All the while, slowly making that step into the big kid world.

My only hope for him is that he savors every moment of it. Because before he knows it he'll be looking back, as he watches our youngest brother unpack for his freshman year, wondering where the time went.
Ohmygoshi
Hi! I've been running all over DC trying to acquire new furniture and whatnot. Then today we drove to NYC to start to move my brother in for school (!!!). I'm not sure about my internet connection for the next few days, but I promise an update is coming soon! I've got a couple of things on my mind and I'd like to spill them here. :)
Ohmygoshi
The plans had been set for weeks now. We were going to load our car, drive up to DC long enough to drop my stuff off and get my affairs in order, and then drive up to NYC to get my brother settled in. We eventually acquired another driver (YAY for LindzML's mom!). I love road trips, and this one was going to be quite the adventure. Two college bound kids, two moms who have been through it before, and one car packed to the brim of STUFF.

Then Mother Nature decided to present a little problem by the name of Tropical Storm Fay. This caught us so off guard. Our original plans had us leaving early Wednesday morning, except now that will be the exact moment that Fay decides to sweep through Central FL. Not to mention, we're leaving one brother, two dogs, two cats, and two mice behind because the bro has school (poor high schoolers...). This brought us into Panic Mode. We ultimately decided to try and outrun the storm by leaving a day early. By the time Fay hits Orlando, we should be long gone and damn near close to DC.

This whole thing has brought back memories of the 2004 storms. School had just started when all of a sudden we were off for another week! At the time, it was every high-school Senior's dream to have the extra time off, despite the fact we were had no power for 10 days, it was still super fun. Just as we were getting back into the swing of things, we were out for another few days for Frances, then some more for Ivan (you know, the one that covered the ENTIRE STATE OF FLORIDA, and then let's not forget Jeanne and her little loopty loop she pulled and decided to head back to FL once it was already off the Atlantic coast. Lots of time was spent playing cards, and going to bed at around 8 because with no power, there was nothing better to do, and it was the only escape from the awful Florida heat and humidity. Eventually, hurricane season ended and we were able to have a somewhat normal year. But I definitely attribute those storms to bringing our class closer together as we gathered for game nights on our unexpected breaks.

My brother has done very little in his preparation for freshman year. Probably because he knows Mommy will take care of it, and if she doesn't, than I will. We had to force him to pack and get things together. We shopped without him, packed for him, sorted clothes without him, and finally, loaded the car without him. He decided around 12:30 that he was going to call it a night, leaving ME to do the rest. He claimed he had all his things in the car, ready to go. HAHA. More like, Ohmygoshi had to load his suitcase into the car, and then figure out how to REARRANGE things to fit (still working on that one btw. Sacrifices are going to have to be made here...). I've managed to fit our boxes, and our suitcases in. Except, oh wait, there are still two more suitcases to go, and we have about -5 cubic feet to spare. Things are stacked as high as they will go without limiting the driver's ability to see out the back. Clothes are squished and squeezed in between and our truck is overflowing with items.

I've already decided that my big armchair pillow will have to sit this trip out. Luckily they're only $20 at Bed, Bath & Beyond, and I have those nifty 20% coupons just itching to be spent. We're leaving in about 4 hours, and I still have to rearrange the car to make sure everything will fit.

I'm stressed to say the least. By the time most of you read this, we'll hopefully be somewhere in Georgia or South Carolina. I'll be giving off random tweets to let everyone know we're still alive, and haven't suffocated or killed each other yet.

Toodles.
Ohmygoshi
NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! The new Harry Potter film, Harry Potter & The Half-Blood Prince is no longer coming out in November. Instead, they've pushed it back to NEXT JULY!

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

I hate Warner Brothers right now.

They think that a "summer release" will be better for the "family tentpole" rather than a Thanksgiving release. I have a couple of issues with this:
  • Half-Blood Prince is a pretty dark and scary book. You're really not going to see many parents taking their 5 year olds to it no matter when you release it.
  • You've already established the franchise as a Thanksgiving movie! It's what we do on our holiday! We see family, eat turkey, and go see Harry Potter (give or take a few slices of pie thrown in there)
  • Everyone is going to flock to the movie, no matter when you release it.
  • And congratulations WB, you've gone and pissed off the entire fanbase. The new teaser made it hard enough to wait til November, and now the wait is almost a year. Pissed off fans are not very nice, as I'm sure you will soon find out with the nasty letters filled with colorful remarks that are already en route to your offices.
BAH HUMBUG. I hate you WB.
Ohmygoshi
Last night, in between watching Phelps win yet another gold medal and the US take Silver in the Ladies Team Gymnastics event, I saw this commercial. It's probably one of my favorite commercials, simply for it's fun value. Definitely took me in and made me go straight to the Target website. Plus, I love the song! My goal in life right now is to be part of the team that comes up with the creative ideas that make up commercials like this. Such fun!

I also think this is a sign of my major So You Think You Can Dance withdrawl...




thoughts?
Ohmygoshi
I've been very stressed lately. As of this moment, I have no roommate, no internship, no sofa, no dining table, and a very large rent to pay.

I've had a couple of leads for a potential roommate, but so far, none of them have gone anywhere. We exchange a few emails, and I get really excited, and then I never hear from them again. It's a little disheartening actually. What am I doing wrong that's turning these people off?! Of course, that's a silly question, because I've never met any of them before, and they've probably just found better places to live. But still...it hurts. I've got a little more than a week til I move back and I'd like to have a roommate secured by then. It's difficult when I live in the most expensive neighborhood in the district. Nobody wants to pay the astronomical prices for an apartment, trust me, I don't either. But I HAVE to find a roommate, there's just no question. I'm nowhere near prepared to have to move out and find another place to live, that would just cause so much more stress in my life.

Trusting and having faith is very difficult for me. I like to be in complete control, even though I know I never am. I have to constantly remind myself that God is in control, and only Him. I know that eventually, things will work out. Either I'll find somewhere else to live, or I'll find a roommate. One of the two. I'd just prefer it to be the latter

I've been stalking Craigslist like crazy. It's always open, and I'm always on the lookout for different furniture items, and people who need housing. I was talking to a friend about this, and he said that Craigslist was just like an online garage sale. To which I said, "Exactly, except I don't have to continue to get in and out of my car in the summer heat. Instead, I can look at sit in the air conditioning and not have to worry about insulting the owners when I make faces at the hideous things they're trying to sell." I see a lot of IKEA stuff on Craigslist. In fact, all my apartment bedroom furniture is Craiglisted IKEA products. New IKEA furniture can be so damn overpriced sometimes! Is it really necessary to charge $200 for a piece of wood with fabric attached and call it a "chair"? I don't think so. Or how about $90 for a big wood box. And $450 for a big wood box with doors?! Oh wait, it's brown. That makes all the difference. I see it now.

I'm in a peachy mood.

My Gmail is another thing that's always open, so that I can see it immediately when I get a response from one the 14,623 emails I've sent. It bugs me that I respond with lightening speed, and others take 14 hours to send a one lined response. It's almost like they have real lives to attend to or something. It also bugs me that I can't link my Gmail accounts. Like everyone else, I have separate "professional" and "play" accounts. I like to keep my "professional" one open all the time, but all my blogs on my Reader are on my "play" account. So after I've stared at the inbox for an hour and nothing new has come in, and I've exhausted every corner of Craigslist and facebook is boring me to death, I like to check my reader for new blog updates from my favorites. Except I have to log out of the professional account to check the other one, and WHAT IF SOMEONE EMAILS ME AND I'M 5 MINUTES LATE CHECKING IT?! This could be the difference between a life on the streets or in my cozy overpriced apartment! This thought process usually subsides as soon as I start sifting through my reader and I'm distracted by other people's thoughts. But then I remember. And I rush back to the other account. And then I'm disappointed because there's nothing there. It's a vicious cycle.


Whatever, I'm calling it a night, folks. Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Ohmygoshi
I'm back from my family vacay, I have lots of good stuff to share. First and foremost, a great big thanks to my guest bloggers! I loved reading all your contributions, and it gave me an extra thing to look forward to in the mornings! The weather was fabulous, the water was AH-mazing, and the drinks were delicious. While I'm on that subject, I will add that consuming a disturbing amount of sangria/wine on your last night, is probably not the best idea.

Yeah.

I am the one who got drunk on her family vacation. But in my defense, it was my mom who said she didn't think I could drink the box of wine. I had to prove her wrong. I also managed to win the game of poker we had going on...I don't remember much of that game, but I do remember that my final hand was a full house, and I totally rocked.

What I don't remember is the massive amounts of drunk texts I sent (oops! Sorry guys!) or if I clicked "send" on that message to an ex that I really shouldn't have typed out. (THANK GOD I had enough sense to click "cancel" instead). I'm apparently a very nice drunk, and said some things to my brothers that pretty much made my mom cry tears o joy. Odd, I know, but we're an odd family like that.

It got me thinking, they say that the truth comes out when you're drunk because that alcohol is that magic switch for the filter in your brain. I would like to be best friends with my brothers. They are (semi)cool kids, and offer different perspectives to my views in life. They'll also always be there, so I might as well try and become bff with them, if for no other reason than to make the time more enjoyable. We're all older now, so our fights are more focused on personality issues than they are over sharing toys. My one brother is about to journey up to NYC for school, and going through the whole process brings back all those great memories of freshman year for me. And I hope hope hope he gets to have the same experiences and great times that I did.

He's the exact opposite of everything that I am. He feels things on a much deeper level than anyone else in the family, and as a result, he feels very misunderstood. Part of that is true, it's very hard for the rest of us to get down to his level of emotions. But he's also stubborn, and refuses to change his mind once it's been made up. I look at pictures from when we were kids, and he was such a happy, bubbly kid. Part of me is afraid that I messed him up with my stupid older sibling-ness.

I feel that college is when you start to mature the most. You're nowhere near the person you were when you started, and I'm both scared and excited for him. I know that he's got great things in his future, but I hope he doesn't lose himself in the big city.

Also, I'm excited for me. I now have a FABULOUS reason to go to NYC more often and indulge in the shopping and shows the opportunity to have quality bonding time with my brother.
Ohmygoshi

The last guest blog comes from Lindz. For any familiar reader, you'll know she's one of my nearest and dearest friends. I've known the girl since our pre-school days. She's been doing a lot of life-contemplating and dealing with some personal loss. Here are her thoughts on life.

If you read my blog, you know I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately. It happens at the end of an important time in anyone’s life: they think about…everything. I am no exception.

I was listening to the radio yesterday and ‘Secret of Life’ came on. It’s a great song, and as I was listening I said to myself, “screw the secret of life…what’s the purpose of life?”

I am, of course, very existential. So very existential that I then tripped on a crack in the sidewalk. You know, while pondering my existence. Or perhaps that particular moment had more to do with the (very strong) daiquiri I had with lunch. I don’t know.

I went through the day chewing on that little nugget, not really bothering to do much. Just…wondering. I had dinner, went out to Margaritaville with my family, and as I watched the people around us I wondered what they thought about life. Did they consider its purpose? Or were they just in the moment, eating their Cheeseburger In Paradise after a long day at Universal Studios?

I climbed into bed last night and opened up my laptop, mostly to read that birthday wishes I’d been left (you do it, too. Don’t judge me.) and instead got a message. One of my sorority sister had lost her battle to cancer earlier that day.

It was like I’d gotten punched in the stomach, reading those words. I felt awful. How could I have been celebrating my birthday, drinking my margaritas and getting presents just as my sister was dying?

I started to think about her life. About the person that she was, the way that she lived it. Even before her diagnosis, she’d always been the one to live every day like it was her last. She never bothered to make enemies, saying that she didn’t have time to be angry with people. So instead, she was friends with everyone. I never heard her say a bad thing about a single person (that’s pretty hard to find in a sorority house). She would do EVERYTHING, go to every event, whether it was a social with a fraternity that wasn’t her favorite or a sisterhood event that sounded like it might be a dud. She didn’t care. She made it fun for herself and consequently, for everyone else. She never stopped living until she was physically incapable of doing so.

And then it hit me.

The purpose of life? Is to LIVE IT.

To stop thinking and start doing. The people that spend so much time pondering waste their lives. They’re sitting inside, or maybe on a grassy hill somewhere wondering what life is really about. The people that go out and DO things? They’re the ones that have it right. So, I’m asking all of you to use Rosalynn as an example today. This is exactly what she’d say if she could:

Get up. Get off the computer. Be like Ohmygoshi, who’s at the beach with her family, enjoying the ones that she loves. Be like my little sister, who never stops doing, never stops appreciating everything around her and trying to give back to it. She is a member of every club, is the cheerleading captain, the senior class council president, on leadership councils at school and at church, plays guitar, feeds children at Ronald McDonald house, translated in Honduras during a medical mission, is in the most taxing scholastic program for highschoolers in the WORLD and still finds time to make me the best birthday present ever. Be like the millions of people that go out and do and live. Don’t get wrapped up in the minutia. In ten years, will you remember the little things? I sure don’t. You remember the big things, the big adventures…and those are the things that truly matter. Go do a big thing. You never know what tomorrow has in store. And that? For me? Is the purpose of life. I hope it is for you, too. So go have fun.

Ohmygoshi
Dr. Bolte graciously took time out of her busy dissertation-writing schedule (BRILLIANCE is not for those who have nothing to do) to write a guest blog for me today. She's on the top of my list of "bloggers I want to meet in real-life". She was one of Lindz's English profs last year, so you KNOW she's got good stuff to say. By the power vested in Facebook, we were declared friends, and it's been bliss ever since. :)


what did you want to be when you grew up?

you know, before all of the things that tell us what we should be or what we can't be get in the way of what we really want to be? did you want to be a fairy princess, a fireman, a race car driver, a super star? ladies, did you put a towel on your head and pretend to be a bride? guys, did you grab a wrapping paper tube and pretend to fight evil using a lightsaber and your powerful connection to the Force?

did you believe that you could do it?

when i was little, i had lots of dreams. when i was in fourth grade, i wanted to be a criminal defense attorney. i watched Matlock with my grandparents every monday night while my mom went to college at night, and all i saw was that Matlock saved the world every week. i wanted to do that too. i also wanted to be a hairdresser, a grocery store checkout girl, and a receptionist at a doctor's office.

(i actually did one of those. i'll let you guess which.)

i love kids. i love how they believe that they can do everything and anything. i love that they don't listen to you when you tell them that those paper wings they made won't let them fly. i love that they take everything on faith. i love that they believe in themselves completely.

think back. when you wanted to be a princess, or a fireman, or a superstar, or when you were battling the forces of darkness or preparing to walk down the aisle to some imagined wedding march, it never once occurred to you that you didn't belong there. that somehow you weren't pretty enough to be a princess, powerful enough to fight off Lord Vader, or amazing enough to be someone's bride.

of course it didn't.

because when we were kids, we believed in magic. fairies could be brought back to life with applause. imaginary friends made the best company. the most exciting stories were the ones that we made up ourselves. the greatest adventures were the kind that happened when our neighborhood transcended the everyday and became the playground of our imaginations.

but the greatest magic we believed in was the magic within us.

somehow, that fades quickly when we grow. we shoot up a couple of inches and gain a few more doubts. by the time we're all adults, we listen to the doubtful voices--the ones that tell us our limits instead of our potential, all of the ways in which we don't measure up.

why?

why do we do that?

i want to believe in magic again. every christmas i so desperately want to believe in santa claus. i watch miracle on 34th street and the santa clause a million times because i hope that maybe, just maybe, it's all true. there's something intoxicating about that concept of magic. but, really, more than anything, i want to believe in the kind of magic that makes me comfortably belong in all of those dreams that i hold in the secret part of my heart.

i need my paper wings to hold me while i take giant leaps of faith.

some days, i really think they will.

do you believe yours can?
Ohmygoshi

Today one of my close friends, Cat, took over. She's one of those people that is super cool to hang out with and not afraid to share her thoughts or how she feels. It's been an interesting 2008 for her so far, but it's been quite the adventure to experience part of it with her. It's hard to believe I've only known her for less than a year!

Perspective is everything. One man's worst month is another man's time to learn and grow. It's a matter of choice whether you decide to take bad situations and turn them into positive lessons, or conversely mold them to be obstacles in your path that slow you down. People create their lives more than they would like to admit sometimes. We put ourselves is dangerous situations, we perpetuate drama, and we thrive on change. Sometimes appear to be easier when they stay the same, but I would argue that most people are more stimulated and, perhaps unknowingly, satisfied when things are constantly changing.

I don't want to be another person who lives their life never being able to keep a promise to that part of yourself that makes goals with a mind of steady rationale, the part of your mind that asks you indirectly to make a promise while emotions, desires, and cravings are far at bay. Sometimes, I don't believe that we as humans are incapable of waiving our fleeting impulses and humoring our more sensible selves. Really, what valid excuse do we have not to? I believe that if I asked that irrational possession to sit with me and discuss for an hour the valid justification behind those decisions, she couldn't come up with them.

Most of the time, the answers are so simple that we can't see it. The choices we make for our short-term selves reflect nothing of what we want for our long-term self, but we choose it nonetheless. Is this a subconscious push to force us to learn? To allow ourselves to take the chances that inevitably evolves us from naivety to wisdom? Surely if we made these choices for conservatism and preservation we would not evolve socially, spiritually, and otherwise generally as people. I think it's important to never let the fear of possibility outweigh its curiosity and hope. You only have one life to live.

Ohmygoshi

Today's post comes from one of my favorite favorite bloggers, Chickbug. She's created her own little community, with highlights on everything from politics to beauty tips. Check her out!

While ohmygoshi is enjoying her Forced Family Fun (love that term, by the way), I'd like to discuss the ultimate girly topic….weddings. It is pretty regular topic over at chickbug. Being in your 20's is like a jail sentence of endless weddings. Don't get my wrong, I love a good wedding…but there are parts of the wedding tradition that make me cringe a little.

More specifically, the garter belt.

You all know what I'm talking about. That joyous moment where your husband sticks his head up your dress (in front of your closest family and friends) and pulls out the scrunchy, opps, i mean garter belt, around your thigh.

And, if it couldn't get any worse, you have to embarrass a poor single girl, as some random guy puts his hands all over her leg and slips the garter belt onto her.

I've been to plenty of weddings. And whenever I witness this tradition I can't help but feeling a little grossed out. But everyone does it! Why?!

Who even wears a garter belt anymore? It is just a tool to make you self-conscious of how fat your thighs are.

At my wedding, there will be no garter belt event. I don't even plan on throwing the bouquet. Don't get my started on that. Another opportunity to embarrass your single friends. It's like the official "I feel sorry for all you ladies because you don't have a husband yet" activity.

Maybe I'm just bitter.

What do you think? Garter belt: yes or no? Any wedding traditions you could do without?
Ohmygoshi
So, it's come time for the annual Ohmygoshi Family Vacation. This year we're taking off to the Gulf of Mexico to enjoy some white sands and clear water (hopefully). I've taken advantage of this opportunity to snag some of my favorite bloggers to come in and sub for me for a few days!

Play nice, kiddies. I'll be back on Friday with a fabulous tan, a belly full of lovely frozen cocktails, and some of my favorite stories from the week that can only happen when you shove the four of us into a tiny hotel room for five consecutive days.

My favorite way to describe it is how Lindz does, Forced Family Fun. Keep a look out for random tweet updates!
Ohmygoshi
You know that great feeling when you find a $20 bill unexpectedly? I used to leave money in my pockets all the time. It was like a mini surprise every time I put my hand in my back pocket. I'll occasionally find a dollar here and there. I've had the exact opposite happen to me once too. In Rome, I was on my way out for the night, and I lost 50 euro. That's like...$75 USD! Talk about a buzz kill.

Well today, I was going through my desk drawer, trying to get rid of some stuff crap I have in there, and there it is just poking out between two pieces of paper.

Not a $5.

Not a $10.

Not even a $20.

It was a $50!

I don't know where it came from, or for how long it's been in my drawer just waiting for me to come find it. Forget a "mini surprise", it's a full-blown holiday!
Ohmygoshi
I'm on the search for a new roommate. My current roomie is movin' out to a place closer to the Hill. I always get anxious when it comes to roommates. My freshman year, I lucked out. She was an exchange student from South Korea, and she ROCKED. I was the typical super excited freshman, and I even called her once before we got to school. Because I'm awesome like that. She was so sweet, and once spent 40 minutes in Chanel trying to decide if she wanted to spend the $400 on a new purse or go on a trip to Japan with her boyfriend instead (she opted for the trip to Japan, but then he broke up with her...I told her she should have bought the purse...).

Sophmore year, she elected to move off campus, and I stayed on. SO I took a random room assignment, and acquired a new roomie. That was a big mistake. Looking back, it was rude of me to pre-judge her, but still...my judgements were right. She was weird. And rude. She had no problems keeping me up late watching tv (my tv btw) but when I would start to watch something she'd say, "Um...I'm about to go to sleep" in most annoying voice ever. Here's my favorite story, after she'd kept me up super late the night before, and I had two back-to-back classes starting at 9:55 am, I was back in the room and damnit I wanted to watch some tv. She was sleeping in bed still at noon. I turned on the tv, but then turned the volume almost all the way down, we're talking like level 8 here. She wakes up and starts whining "noooo turn the tv off!!" I promptly ignored her. She eventually woke up and said to me, "YOU KNOW, if I wanted to be told when to wake up, I'D STILL LIVE AT HOME". First of all, it was almost noon, it's not like it was 8:30 am. Second of all, she practically controlled my tv every other waking moment. And finally, I got less sleep than her, because I had to wake up and go to CLASS. I yelled back, she yelled some more, and it eventually ended with me slamming the door in her face, and my friends laughing down the hall.

Good times. She was a keeper. I think it's mainly her fault that I booked it the hell off campus as soon as I could. Apartment life is awesome. No rules, no RAs to worry about...except that whole rent thing, that one really sucks. Especially living in NW DC, where rates are a bitch. Anyways, I have a couple people interested in the place, so we'll see how that goes.

On a different note, um...hello August, where did you come from? Is it just me or is 2008 ALMOST OVER? What the deuce? I'm on this train called College Life for only a few short more months, and then it all comes to a screeching halt when I'm kicked off at the REAL LIFE stop. I'm also on the hunt for a job/internship for the fall, preferably one that's paid. If any of you readers out there have a hookup in DC at a PR or ad firm, let me in on it!! I promise I'm a good worker!

I'm off to pretend to be productive today...wish me luck.