Some of my twenty five before twenty five are really ridiculous, like this:
Yeah, unfortunately I'm that corny. Or maybe fortunately? Unless you happened to be with me while I was getting it drawn, then that's unfortunate for you because:
a) Lots of people felt the need to stare at me like a zoo animal
b) I was pretty darn giddy and couldn't stop laughing during it
c) You had to let the general public know that we're friends, embarrassing...
I didn't realize I had a such a giant forehead until this was drawn. Maybe I should get bangs to cover that monster up. Although, the man who sketched me advised that I make a few hundred copies for all my boyfriends. Flattery works on me because I gave him a nice wink and a tip. Oh boy!
I've been lagging on blog posts this week and I read Liz's fill in the blank post and decided it would be a quick way to get another post without much planning or thought. I know, lame, but I've been busy. Or at least that's my story...
1. Favorite Hobby?
I love going to shows. Music makes me really happy. I don't care if I know who the band is or what style of music it is (well, sometimes I care).
2. Favorite TV show?
The Office is ridiculous, it makes me smile every Thursday and any girl who doesn't want a Jim of her own is either in denial or has no need to want because she already has hers... jerk.
3. Favorite restaurant food?
Chow Mein? Good. Affirmation wrapped in a yummy cookie? Good.
4. Favortie thing to shop for?
I had a tomboy phase for um... forever until about 3 years ago and now I'm obsessed with wearing dresses and rarely wear pants.
5. Favorite animal?
This was a hard decision because there are so many photos of cute puppies that I would love to make mine...
6. Favorite song?
In My Life by The Beatles is my favorite song of all time. Look up the lyrics and you'll see why.
7. Favorite word?
I almost never get to say it but pamplemousse is one of my most favorite words.
8. Recent favorite YouTube video?
Being Mexi-talian I happen to do an awesome chola impression, I even named my alter ego Rosa. She pretty much sounds just like this chick. "Don't be talkin' to me like you know me!"
9. Favorite movie?
I could watch Almost Famous a million times and never get sick of it.
10. Favorite childhood memory?
On family road trips my Grandma would sit in the backseat with my brother and I. Growing up in a rural area we would always pass by ranches and whenever we drove past a ranch with a white horse she would say "White horses are good luck, spit in your hand, make a fist with the other & rub in into your palm and make a wish." So, we would pretend to spit in our hand and smash it into the other and make a wish. Every time I see a white horse I think about this and make a wish.
Want to play along? Copy & paste the prompts below, answer each with a photo and a description.
Catchphrase is defined as a phrase or expression recognized by its repeated utterance.
I tend to utter this far too often:
Lame.
It usually sounds dragged out like "laaame" and I'll use it to express frustration and annoyance. Ex: "Internet Explorer is lame, I wish everyone would stop using it." On the flip side, it can also be used to express jealousy or disapproval. Ex: You just told me you're going on an all expense paid trip to Hawaii. My reply would be "LAAAME!"
Realizing that I say lame far to often I've thought about making a conscious decision to start using something else but have since convinced myself that saying lame sounds much more intelligent than repeating another phrase often overused by others like "stupid" or "gay". That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
I'm not very good at having free time. As much as I may dream of having a break with nothing to do, I honestly can't handle it. Whenever I have a totally free moment I end up feeling restless and my mind takes me places I didn't know I had.
Now sometimes that mind travel can be great, other times it can be bad and then there are times like today when it's just plain weird.
While on my lunch break at work I actually took a real break instead of working through my lunch, reading a book, listening to my iPod, or talking/texting someone I know who isn't busy. It was just me, my food and my thoughts. Thoughts like:
"Has Angela Lansbury been old her entire life? It's like she found the secret of never aging only she found it when she was 65 and has to stay a senior citizen permanently."
"When do clothes become laundry and laundry become clothes?"
"Why is hair gross when it's not on your head? It's my own hair but once it's on a comb or gotten loose and found on an item of clothing it's instantly disgusting."
"Sometimes people will refer to a group of men hanging out together as a 'sausage fest', what do people say about a group of women hanging out? The first thing that comes to mind is 'taco stand' and the fact that that's the first thing I can think of creeps ME out."
Luckily, I only have 30 minutes for lunch so I didn't get much further than that. Lord knows how much other weird stuff I could have dug up. This is why even in my downtime I need to remain in a constant state of activity.
We had a lovely sunny weekend and I decided to take advantage of it by looking for some thrift/record store finds and enjoying a pint... or two. On my way to begin that adventure I found myself in the middle of this:
For about 20 minutes highway 41 was covered in rocks. But after it was all cleaned up I was the only one on the highway. Mind you, I was the only one for about a minute or two but those couple of minutes are hard to come by on a usually congested highway.
Speaking of enjoying a pint, I suggest everyone take a break from their crazy midweek schedules and indulge in at least one green beer for St. Patrick's Day. You totally deserve it. If not, pretend you do.
Since I won't be out shopping with all the crazies on Black Friday I figured a wish list of the things I would like to have this year would be fitting.
First, the things that are unrealistic to add to my wish list:
Macbook Pro:
It's so shiny and pretty, who wouldn't want one?
Nissan Versa:
I don't know why I like you so much but I want you to be mine.
John Kransinski & Glenn Howerton Hybrid:
Ahhhhh... uh, I got lost in my fantasy, where was I?
Now for the things I really want(Well, I want the things above but that's not gonna happen... at least not anytime soon. A girl can dream though, right?):
Polaroid Notes: I love sending letters and these are adorable, although I think I would have a hard time sending them since they are so fun.
Turntable: I have lots of records begging to be played & turned into mp3s on this little guy.
Very Sunny Christmas: If I can't have a John/Glenn Hybrid then I should at least have this.
500 Days of Summer: Zooey is my fashion muse. Thus, I need this to stay inspired.
Journal: I want a fancy leather bound journal for my next 365-esque project.
And if someone could figure out how to give me the gift of time/money to spend on the things I enjoy with the people I love then you can forget alll that other stuff because that's what I really want.
lIn the past few days all my normal personality traits have been completely abandoned. I have been staying up late (I’m usually fast asleep by 11:00pm at the latest. I know, I’m an old lady), partly because my mind wont rest and because I am rekindling my love of Late Night with Conan O’Brien. I got my hair cut on a whim. I had a dream in which I had short hair so I went with it and just chopped it off. Normally I would obsess over the matter and plan it all out before even considering changing a thing. To top it all off I’m waaay behind on the whole holiday season thing. I usually have all my shopping done in advance and would be well on my way to baking up a storm of things that I shouldn’t be eating in the first place. Instead, I just realized that both Christmas and my birthday are fast approaching and neither of them are first on my list of priorities. I have a feeling this means I’m getting old or am just far too busy. Either way, I need to kick it into high gear and start acting like its Christmas time before it’s too late and be forced to fight for gifts on Christmas Eve with the rest of the slackers.
