Monday, September 27, 2010

A Story of Our Youth. Chapter 9.

Since this IS a blog about the friendship that is mine and Devin's, I think I'll share one of our many adventures, or in this case, not-so-adventures. It's called....

Mexico: The Excursion That Never Was.

It all started with a couch. A lovely, creamy white leather couch. This couch currently resides in my living room at home, but at one point it was housed in a furniture store. Until my parents spotted it and knew it was love. (Or at least like enough to buy.) And then came the greatest part of said furniture purchase - a free trip to MEXICO!!!

As I was along with my parents at this time, I said, "Oh man! Dad! Forget the $1000 instant rebate and get the trip! Devin and I could go!" To which he responded, "OK." In so many words.

Devin and I were ecstatic. Just think! It was the beginning of our junior year at college and we were thinking about how nice it would be to escape from the winter cold and sit poolside at a beautiful resort in sunny Mexico. Bliss. Or so we thought...

The vacation company had an awful lot of hoops to jump through. But we obliged them, knowing our reward would be awesome. First we had to choose three different locations. Then we had to choose three different resorts. Then we had to choose three different dates. Three different airports to fly out of. Three different yadda yadda yadda, you get the picture. Then some magic computer would jumble all of our choices together into our dream vacation. It was only a matter of time until we found out where we would be destined to go.

In the meantime, we got our affairs in order. Devin got herself a passport, I checked to make sure that mine had not disappeared, and we constantly talked about how fantastic our lives were now that we had a beachy trip in our futures.

And then, one fateful day, we heard the news. My dad informed us that some fine print of the vacation deal required that we be at least 23 years of age to go. Neither Devin and I were (or even are now) 23. Disaster! Cue us screaming, "NOOOOOOoooooo!!!"

So as quickly as it came, our dream vacation was out the window. Later, we decided that it was probably all for the best, considering the massive amounts of crime and people being shot at resorts and such. The moral of the story is this, ladies and gents: If you should buy a couch and get a free trip to Mexico as an incentive to buy the couch, and you fill out all the appropriate forms, and choose your three destinations/airports/dates, and get your passport and EVERYTHING... be at least 23.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

I love college.

*Insert funky hip-hop song from last summer here*

OK, I admit it. I miss college.

I miss going to bed at 1 am and not suffering for it too much the next day. I miss living with people my age. I miss having something... ANYTHING... to do on the weekends. I miss chapel at Valpo (it's just not as cool at Concordia). I miss passing professors on the sidewalk that I actually know. I miss complaining about the terrible weather. I miss always having people around I can talk to. I miss SigEp dance parties. I miss ridiculous CC classes where nothing gets accomplished. I miss tater tots at the Union. I miss Chorale and how much of my time it consumed. I miss Super Smash, asdfjkl;, and all of my other amazing intramural vball teams. I miss watching TV shows NOT by myself. I miss going to SALT on Tuesday night with people who are passionate about the world. I miss the crazy hi-jinks of Dean Piehl and the miraculous wonders of Dean Franson. I miss having conversations where I don't have to explain why I'm in Seward or where I came from. I miss Passtimes, Duffy's and Northsides. I miss having a Target. I miss my Valpo people.

So yeah, I miss college. Being an adult is so overrated.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Philosophy v. Sarcasm: The Ultimate Smack-Down!

Recently, one of my friends from college started a blog and his first entry was quite lengthy and extraordinarily intellectual. Which is great, because that's his personality. He's smart and loves to talk, so it works. However, I'm thinking to myself, "Self, I'm smart. I love to talk. Why aren't my wall posts worthy of a PhD dissertation?"

The answer, my friends, is sarcasm. Or perhaps cynicism. Although I like to think it hasn't gotten that bad yet.

Yes, my general outlook on life is one of sarcasm, proven by the amount of times I think to myself, "My life is one huge practical joke." I very much dislike that I can't stand corny, romantic gestures. That I get uncomfortable with people talking overly emotionally about their personal lives. That even TV shows where boy meets girl make my gag reflex spring into action. It's like I just don't believe those things are real. (I blame this on the real-life male population.)

Basically what I'm saying is this. My approach to life as of late, has been one where I look for any and all opportunities to sarcastically scoff at the situation at hand. Probably because I don't know how to feel passionate about it. (Am I sounding intellectual yet? I haven't made any snide remarks this paragraph. Wait...) At any rate, I'm sure it's emotionally unhealthy and I plan to get on a strict regiment of chick flicks and hallmark greeting cards ASAP. (sorry.)

Keep your fingers crossed that I don't keep this up for the rest of my life, or my children - should I bear any - will be even more screwed up than I am.

Sarcasm just threw philosophy out of the ring.

Monday, September 20, 2010

some stuff lately

Lately, I am really having a hard time not geeking out. For example, I really don't operate well unless I watch at least one youtube dance video per day. I'll admit, I prefer some dance forms over other, but I will not subject you to my biases yet.  Let me just say, that you NEED to watch this because it will make you so happy and perhaps give you a great perspective on life. 

Dance? And dogs?

Duh. Why didn't I think of this. It is such perfection. 

Mad props to J.Deal for enlightening me.

<3 That's all.

Friday, September 17, 2010


Abby. You are so much better at blogging than I am.

This is so Wonderful.

I love, love, love this website. It always adds a little sparkle, sparkle to my day. There's really nothing better than interior decorating satire.

Please visit it. Now.

Monday, September 13, 2010

Random Thought for the Day

You can really only count on your family and your girlfriends in life. They will get you through any time - good or bad, happy or sad, clothed or unclad, content or just mad, uncool or so rad, lassie or lad (!?), having or had.

That's why we created this blog anyways, to celebrate the support system of friendship.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Something Pretty

"Here I am, where I've been. I've walked a hundred miles in tobacco skin, and my clothes are worn and gritty. And I know ugliness, now show me something pretty." - Patrick Park

I heard this song today and it made me think, "Huh. I would like to see something pretty right now!" So I started thinking of pretty things, and here's what I came up with.

#1 pretty thing: Seashells. Now, who doesn't love a good seashell? I myself think they are quite pretty, and it's not just because I'm obsessed with all things nautical right now. (I think it's just a phase.) Many seashells have PERFECT SPIRALS in their design, and that is frankly just amazing.

#2 pretty thing: Cupcakes. Don't pretend like you didn't know this one was coming. But look at it!!! It's so pretty!!! Not to mention delicious, I'm sure.

#3 pretty thing: Anthropologie necklaces. I actually think most things from Anthropologie are extremely pretty, but isn't this necklace just a summer-meadow-dream?

#4 pretty thing: Fall floral arrangements. It's starting to feel autumn-ish outside, and that has me in the mind of apple cider, pumpkins and anything flavored with nutmeg. But also, pretty, pretty flowers in orange, red, yellow and plum. Pretty.

#5 pretty thing: Art nouveau posters. I chose this one especially because it's advertising absinthe, which isn't necessarily pretty in my mind (although it is a nice green color.) But the poster is still so darn pretty! So many swirls and curly-Qs. Plus I adore that old-fashioned text.

So, now that I've typed the word "pretty" enough times that it's starting to look weird, I'll leave you to go and discover your own pretty things.

Monday, September 6, 2010


Dear Friends,

Here's my thought of the day:

Destiny is just timing.  

(see the teeny tiny box on my facebook)


Sunday, September 5, 2010

for my friends

I am currently watching "Final Destination 3" I really can't say I'm enjoying myself... I find this movie pretty disturbing.

HOWEVER... Abby is home, I'm about to make Lauren and Colleen and she and myself a very yummy dinner so all's well.


Friday, September 3, 2010

By the numbers...

Quick blog post to keep things alive and kickin'... I'm not much of a mathy person, but here's a little insight into the numerical side of my life.

0 - number of minutes until my lunch break.
10 - number of minutes it takes me to walk home.
4 - number of times I take this walk every day. Also the number of stoplights in Seward.
3 - number of times I gouged my fingers with my printmaking blade (also number of bandaids currently on my hand...ouch!)
97 - number of fundraising letters from which I hope to receive beautiful checks to fund the art exhibit I'm working on.
2 - number of letters that have already been "return to sender-ed" because of old addresses.
42 dillion - number of things on my To-Do list.
23 - number of HOURS until I see my other half, Dev!
1 - number of smiles on my face when I think about going home this weekend!!

Off to the homeland!