Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Thankful Wednesday

-Michael Buble.
-Finishing the New York Times crossword for the first time in my life. Yes I am one of those outdated people who still reads the newspaper and lives for Ken Ken and the Crossword. You laugh now but when you retire and don't know how to act like a 70-year-old you'll come crying for advice.
-College graduation is around the corner plus 7 months.
-On Saturday I start working out with my personal trainer for three weeks. The goals is to look like Dara Torres at the end.
-As if I need another reason to love my new car, it totally kicks butt in the cold. Warms up completely in about 45 seconds. So thankful.
-Purple tights.
-Jay-Z and Kyria. Who on Saturday will be one in the same.
-The best solution to any problem being found on my knees.
-New Moon. Perspective. Seriously, at least my blood sucking soul mate didn't leave me alone in a town with no department stores.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

PIcture day

Picture that make me happy right now.
Missing my efy buddy.

Cute little bff

Miss my cousins.

Halloween costume. nbd.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Something I ACTUALLY did today

Painted my nails in class. I tried to hide it with my laptop but professor knew what I was doing. How sad that the only time I have to pamper myself is in class?

Sunday, October 11, 2009

la dee da

I just bought the new Pete Yorn & Scarlett Johansson CD, Break-Up. I'm going to be real honest, it's weirding me out that they gave her a mic with a such a legend as Mr. Pete Yorn himself. Nonetheless, I'm enjoying it.

In case I really hate it, I also bought a Lil' Wayne Leak from 2007 I didn't have, and then there is always Jay-Z and Ingrid, which haven't gotten old.

Thursday, October 8, 2009

So many doubt cause I come from the south

Today, as I was walking around to 4, count em F-O-U-R, different buildings on campus to find a vending machine with a Gala apple, I was obviously frazzled. I was being my usual easily perterbed self and as I was entering my 3rd building a guy breezed pass me and opened the door, I expected Him to at least give the door a shove to make way for the girl at his heels but was startled to find he completely ignored me and practically slammed the door in my face. Already annoyed because BYU wasn't supporting my diet challenge attempt, I nearly snapped, but realized acknowledging his behavior would be stooping. And then, as though to restore my faith in chivalry as fast as it had just been squashed, I spotted a tall man dressed like an obvious member of the Army enter the same building with a tall, stalwart look and a pleasant smile on his face. I saw him do what I've only seen one other man do in my life. He walked into the building and took off his hat. Perhaps his head had an inch but I blissfully assumed he was showing respect.

The experience reminded me of my respect of and desire to surround myself with gentlemen. Men who get your door and call you ma'am or dear and pick up the tab and ask your opinion and pull out your chair and wear a button up shirt to dinner and compliment a new hair style or pair of shoes. It may be that I am old fashioned and hold a higher standard than I should, but I think any woman who makes excuses for their men who treat women like pals have been conditioned to expect less. I refuse to expect less. Because of this I am considered high maintenance or unproductively critical, which are labels I will take if it means I don't have to pay for food or open my door.