oh wow.

Sometimes I wonder, no, I know, that I could be one of the most awkward people, well, possibly ever.

Friday I met a guy that I've had several people tell me I need to meet (and have told him, too.). Seriously, two different people know us both and have wanted us to meet. What are the odds.

I went.
I met.
I blushed uncontrollably.
I awkward silenced. (yes, that's a verb)
and
I left.

the end.

I think part of it is the pressure of being told you'r perfect for each other. It's like the whole thing is doomed before it begins.
One day, I will find a man (hopefully) that will find my weird and awkward personality endearing, until then, I just feel sorry for all the guys that are forced to endure it.

file under: I survived the rapture... awkwardness lives to see another day.

just ate lunch...

4 Words:
Starbucks & Taco Bell

My first thought: What the hell was I thinking?
My Second thought: I have no regrets.

**please excuse the profanity, this was just too great not to post.

four words.

You never want to hear a guy say.

"I read your blog."


Glad that my freak status just went up infinitely...

Shoe shopping should never end in a conversation about my last tetanus shot.

This is my 200th post. How exciting!!
First things first... some things I love!

The Giving Tree macbook decal.

I must have this!

Best. Perfume. Ever.

CHANEL COCO MADEMOISELLE

This camera bag.

Perfect size, with a laptop sleeve, and the canvas-ness!

  

The Sartorialist and Facehunter.

I want to be a street fashion photographer. Seriously!

Now for a quick ridiculous story:

I still can't believe this actually happened, craziest situation ever. I was at Dillard's shopping on my lunch break because Dillard's is having a HUGE shoes sale, and extra 40% off already marked down items, it's lovely. but I digress, I was in between the shoe racks looking at what they have in my size and found a super cute pair of ankle boot wedges. Adorable. So i decide to try them on. I get the left shoe, slide my foot in and realize there is a sharp object gouging into my heel. I put my finger in there to feel it and see if I can try to slide my foot out without anymore pain. IT REALLY HURT! BAD! After almost falling over (several times) I manage to get my foot out, now complete with a scratched cut sliced heel. I look into the shoe and there is a metal, sharp object poking into the shoe directly from the back, without thinking to look at my foot to see the damage, I walk to over show the sales lady (that's chatting with her friend about a birthday lunch date and taking far too long to acknowledge my presence). She looks at the shoe and is able to pull out a nail. A NAIL!! What the hell... I don't even... How in the world?? This crap would happen to me... I look down at my foot, that is bleeding, and have a minor panic attack. The lady asks if I want to file a report? I'm like, "no, that's ok, but I'll take a free pair of shoes." (while uttering minor curse words under my breath)

Needless to say, she can't do that. I probably have tetanus (I never would've guess that was how you spell that word), I didn't get any new shoes, my foot hurts, I have an 1 1/2 in long cut right below my achilles, and my usual high from retail therapy is instantly shot to hell. Thanks a lot Dillard's, for ruining my lunch shopping trip. BOO!

And did I mention, I called to tell my mom, who FREAKED OUT and immediately asked if I should go get a shot! Poor thing, she's just worried about me. We did come to the conclusion that I had my last tetanus shot in high school. To top it off, I had to use tape to keep the bandaid on my heal because it's like trying to keep one on your knee, totally unsuccessful.

yeah.

...it's just another manic monday. tuesday.
Tuesday is the new monday apparently.

I did something on my life list!

Number 8 to be exact.

drum roll......

I got my first tattoo. I actually got it on January 30th, in Austin, but I hadn't told my dad until recently two days ago. It's a red tulip on the inside of my upper arm. To be honest, I hadn't planned on this being the first tattoo I got, but I'm so happy I did it. I have no regrets. A picture will come soon!

It hurt!! BAD!! I didn't really think that it would hurt quite that bad, but surprisingly I'm kinda ready for #2. It's strange, like a hurt so good sort of thing. Ok, that's weird, but it's the truth. Don't worry, there won't be a second one for a while.


post script-
If the next time you see me I have no hair, it's because I pulled it out.
The phone has not stopped ringing all day. It's been ringing 2 lines at a time. I'm about to go crazy...

Gilmore Girls quote of the Day

"Every girl has to fall for a bad boy. It's the rule. It's the reason so many accountants eventually get married."
--Lane

It's $42 a month for me to get a membership at the Y.

It's $54 a month for a family. (Thats 2 adults and any children under the age of 25 that you still claim on your taxes.)

....blatant discrimination of the unmarried.
I'm sorry I'm an ADULT and not married, without children. Excuse me for not acting like every other college high school graduate in San Angelo, TX.

My bad.

Yesterday, while at work, I had to use the restroom. So I went in, did my business, tried to flush, but nothing happened.

So I pushed the handle again.
Nothing.
So I open the tank.
Empty.

Of course, I'm in the bathroom, silently freaking out... as it turns out: the pipes were frozen and the lady I work with got the last flush of the day.
WHY COULDN'T I GET THE LAST FLUSH?! why?!

I had to fill up a bucket of water to pour into the toilet tank just so I could flush.
how embarrassing!

NOW, today...

I really need to go, but if I do I'll have to fill up the bucket (again) so the tank will be full for the next person.


um, no, thanks.
I'll hold it.

I'm like a bad boy magnet.

You know, the boys that...
...have too many tattoos.
...ride motorcycles.
...don't call you back.
...would really piss my dad off if he knew I was with them.

Or, maybe...bad boys have the magnet, and I can't resist the gravitational pull that surrounds them.

Either way.

/sigh
Good times on 6th Street in Austin.

HAPPY MONDAY

when dealing with a potentially awkward situation...

...a friend does her best to diffuse the situation, while keeping the awkwardness to a minimum.

I, on the other hand, make it more awkward, giving us both a good laugh later.

Furthermore, I would expect her to do the same for me! Thanks for the laughs heterosexual life partner, you're the best!

a lesson learned.

raelye and i learned that muffin pans are essential to making round cupcakes.

we were making cupcakes for her sunday school class on saturday night when we realized that she doesnt have a muffin pan. im not sure how thats possible, but thats not the point. we assumed that we could just put them in a normal pan. nope...thats definately not the case. they still tasted good though!

i just need to vent.
school. i hate it.
i was looking foward to this semester, mostly because of several classes that i thought i was going to love... heres what im taking: spanish. hate it. asian politics. hate it. constitutional law. surprisingly one of my faves...taking the least amount of effort. the middle ages (a history class). love the content, but the test are essay test and require about 200 pages of reading. i got a c on the first test. im just horrible at writing essays, especially when i cant write it, read it, correct it, and rewrite. and lastly photography. love it. but hate it. here's why...

sunday i went to develop my film in the lab for an assignment due on wednesday... well apparently im not too good at winding film in complete darkness, because when i took the film off the roll almost every picture was messed up in one way or another. so i thought, well i'll reshoot it on monday then develop and print on tuesday. in case you didnt look outside either day, the weather sucked. needless to say, today i turned in two pictures that i am absolutely ashamed of. ashamed. so im going to be redoing that assignment while getting ready for the next assignment. i never imagined how hard it would be to imagine things in black and white when you are taking pictures. im too attached to digital. instant gratification.

its just getting to that point of the semester when everything is due at the same time. im pretty sure i have this breakdown at least once every semester, but it's just so frustrating. one more semester of this and im done.. december can not get here fast enough.

fairy tales...

Can i just say how much i love fairy tales?! I know, I'm such a girl, but I love them. I don't care whether they are predictable or corny they are just great! What little girl doesn't grow up watching Cinderella and hoping that she finds her own prince charming some day?

I took Taelye Joe to see The Princess and The Frog yesterday and I felt like a little kid again!! (especially since it was also made in normal animation instead of the 3D crap everyone loves these days.) I've almost forgotten how great it is to get lost in a story that totally engulfs your imagination and pulls you in.. like becoming part of the movie. I do that a lot when I read, but not usually in a movie. I just love that "feel-good" feeling!!

Needless to say, I thought The Princess and The Frog was a great movie! Like I said, I loved how it was the new animation, but the old kind that I was raised on. It had a great story line and wasn't totally predictable. It was definitely adorable! I'm going to buy it when it comes out on DVD.