and i'm telling you

Okay, I know.
Two posts in one day is a little ridic.

But.

I just turned on the TV to the Food Network and it's the part of a show where they eliminate or keep people for a cooking challenge.

When they announced someone winning a challenge, they played THE SAME MUSIC they play at the end of almost every America's Next Top Model episode!

Ohmygosh! Get some creativity people!


The music I am talking about: cue this video of 7:10 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VHwdP6Kaw3U

And, now, for a decadent dinner: Pizza Rolls (I know you're jealous, Jenna - P.S. you left your calamari here)

never gonna get it

Sick. Again. This is so dumb.

When I am sick I feel guilty all day. I have so many things I could be doing, but I CAN'T because I'm freaking tired and sickly. Even reading just makes me sleepy. I'm about to take a nap because I watched a movie (I know, it doesn't make sense).

Netflix is about over for me. I keep getting independent movies that are subpar. I mean it sincerely when I say about 65% of the population can write better movies than a lot of the independent films out there. Maybe I don't relate to them because they are about drugs and sex and masturbating and other things that I'm not necessarily an expert on, but really?

Also, have you noticed that almost all independent films are just so gosh darn depressing? Yikes.

In other news, I forgot how much I really enjoy Philippians. Finished re-reading that guy last night. So good. Inspired me to do some creative projects with verses and such. We'll see how that goes.

Yesterday, my Mom and I got an "I miss you" card in the mail. It was cute. Until we realized it was from Proactiv - yes, the acne treatment stuff. GET REAL. My Mom was like "too bad it pretty much made your face worse" and I was all "yeah, dude."

Can you tell I've been reading dooce.com? Sometimes the way she phrases things gets into my head. I like it, though. Oh - Megan and I decided my dream job is to be a professional blogger. So get ready for that.

You know which actor I really enjoy but often forget about? Bill Murray.

Oh, and don't worry. I made it less than two weeks into the new year before I bought a new bra. I swear, you guys, it's like my guilty pleasure. Dangit, Aerie, why are you so freaking awesome?!

And, no need to fear, I finally purchased my 2010 calendar. Phew. It's PaperSource and it's so cute with it's pool blue recycled leather binding. Love.

Apologies for the lack of updating. I just never know if you people read this thing anyway. HA.

P.S. I also had my first interview of 2010. No, it was not successful.

make somebody somebody, soon

...and a happy new year!

It's almost a week into twenty ten. I still don't have a planner. This is a problem.

Updates: stomach flu for Christmas Eve, AWESOME Christmas, stellar week in Topeka/Manhattan, seeing Clint seven days in a row was awesome (hadn't happened since and won't happen again until summer), got a new phone, and LUSH is keeping me a regular part time employee - oo oo! Very excited.

Started reading a new book. It's probably going to be my new favorite.
Applied for four jobs today. On a roll.

Interesting story:
I have never had prescription medication in my life, besides silly antibiotics when I was younger. Now, I have three prescriptions for my acne (fun, right?) and it's the ONE TIME I am in health insurance limbo. So, if you could pray that I don't get hurt or sick or anything until my health insurance psychos finally figure everything out and I am no longer and walking time bomb, that would be great. Oh, and did I mention I'm supposed to get my prescriptions refilled THIS WEEK. Doubt that'll be able to happen without insurance...oh, adulthood. You win again.

Random fact: There is an irritation on my skin right by the outside corner of my left eye. Because of this, it looks like I have a blood tear coming out of my eye. It's kind of creepy.

Today, I am thankful for Ingrid Michaselson. She's all I listen to anymore, really.

P.S. If I ever get famous* I am totally still going to write in a blog.

*not that I'm expecting to be, but I like it when famous people do that.

somewhere in detroit

Some things just aren't as exciting as they used to be.
And then you have to re-evaluate decisions you've made about the future life you want. Is that really the way it's "supposed" to be? After all these years of planning...

I like splurging on little things.
For instance:

expensive soaps/bubble baths at work
-or-
fancy pants stationery/stamps/paper from Paper Source
-or-
slippers/pajama pants/underwear

Things that you can find for a decent/inexpensive price I just LOVE getting when they are FANCY and PRICEY. It almost makes me feel like I'm giving myself a little treat.

After my shift tonight, I bought some things in our store for family members, and splurged on a shiny, gold, glittery bubble bar and a sea salt gorgeous blue colored bath bomb. Why? They smelled good and we call that bath cocktail (aka combination) "the drunken mermaid" and I HAD to try it.

But, why spend the money I'm barely making on things I don't necessarily need? The world may never know.

And, why do I over invest myself in people who show me nothing in return?
Or, better yet, overshare with people who are really important to me about topics that are sensitive and may alter what they think about me?

Yes, you're probably right. It's time for me to go to sleep.

tell me something pretty

New life goal:

To see the Radio City Rockettes' Christmas Spectacular in NYC.

This would simultaneously allow me to fulfill another life goal:

Be in NYC during the Thanksgiving/Christmas/New Year's Eve time. Not necessarily on those days (because it would be crazy) but the huge tree needs to be up at Rockefeller Center, and I need to be there.

I finally made my Christmas playlist for my iPod. Listening to "The Nutcracker" is always so nostalgic. If only I didn't think ballets were so boring. Maybe after dancing this past semester my appreciation will be strengthened and if/when I ever see "The Nutcracker" again I can just love it and feel like a little kid. Or just be pissed at myself for quitting dance and letting my first big life goal of being Clara go completely out the window. And only amounting to be a mouse three years in a row. Ha.

Okay. Back to job searching.

Any suggestions?

baby, it's cold outside

"Tori, I promise we can make it to your school. It's not that cold out. When I was at K-State I would walk further to school and it was way colder and sometimes it would be SNOWING. I made it, and you can, too."

Yep. I had my first "Grandma" moment this morning.
I'm getting old.

how does it feel

I never want to be the mother of teenage daughters. Maybe one, definitely not two or more. Unless, of course, I have multiple daughters, then I would rather go through the HORRIBLE TERRIBLE teen years with them than have them be kidnapped or killed or something. Anything else? Nope. Teenage girls are crazy. I feel so sorry for my mother and every teacher in the world. No explanation for their crazy tendencies.

I'm "babysitting" two of my cousins who are teens this weekend. And...wow. One is the bad one. And usually these two are my favorites to just hang out with, but holy crap! Try and get her to clean up a mess and it is like you are speaking in a foreign language.

Maybe all children are like this. In that case, maybe my life dream of being a stay at home mom just ended.

Instead, I'll own my own store of LUSH so I can wear my sparkle tights every day and only have to deal with the children for the .5 seconds they are in my store.

Life update: the job search has restarted in full force. Since my seasonal position at LUSH ends on New Year's Eve, I have to start looking...again. This cycle never seems to end. Whoo.

My coffee tastes awful today.
Ick. Seriously.

(8 days. CRAZY. Crazy good, that is.)