Friday, July 29, 2011



French – The feeling that comes from not being in one’s home country.

Despite the deceiving title I have not traveled one bit this entire summer. I've been too busy switching positions from my bed to other various pieces of furniture around the house. By the time school rolls around that heavy feeling of unaccomplishment, and regret will have taken temporary residence in the pit of my stomach. "What the hell did I do these past two months?" oh right, nothing. Perhaps I've just seen too many teen comedies. Cheesy movies such as: The Notebook, Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, and The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants... (and the list goes on and on) have all raised my expectations to think that A. Come summertime my life will magically transform into a quote "wild, and crazy adventure" or B. By some strange twist of fate I will find the love of my life. Today in the mail, I received a complimentary five dollar off coupon to my nearest pizza place. As this was the highlight of my day, it's no surprise that every summer leaves me thinking "there's always next year".
dskjfd dress courtesy of Miwa. Will elaborate more on this later. You are seriously the best.

I feel as if I'm obligated to talk about my birthday which was this passing Wednesday. I turned sixteen. To some that may appear as a pretty big milestone, but I was unimpressed. When I finally reach the age where I'm able to function and live on my own without the assistance of my parents, that's when I'll throw a party. I can barely do a load of wash so that alone is a scary thought. I guess we'll be celebrating two things: my birth, and my keen survival skills, but we'll cross that bridge when we get there. A couple of my friends and I went out to dinner, and then they came and spent the night. I particularly like when it's your birthday because people whom you have never spoken to feel obliged to write on your Facebook wall. I'd be kidding myself if I thought people would remember without having the luxury of a social networking site telling them so, because I for one can't even remember what day it is let alone someone else' birthday. After sifting through the posts I have come to the conclusion that this was the most winning birthday message I have ever received via Facebook from none other than "Jordawessome".

There was some pretty stiff competition. You try deciding between that and "HBD". That person didn't even have the stamina to type out a full Happy Birthday. I think I'm going to start doing that from now on. I'm warning you in advance, so you're not offended.

I'll write another post tomorrow. It'll be an interesting experience for sure, but more about that later. Until then.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Sailor Moon

Blogging on the job. I'm an awful babysitter. Note to readers; if you're ever in the "Pennsylvania" region and looking for a potential babysitter, don't look at me. It seems like all the kids I know are frequent travelers of the ADD Bus. A conversation I had with the little girl I take care of while food shopping;
"Why do you need to go shopping?"
Because we need food.
"What kind of food? My mommy and I go food shopping sometimes. She buys me candy."
That's good... We need milk, and eggs.
"Oooh eggs. One time my mommy and I baked a cake, and I cracked the eggs"
"Can we bake a cake?"
I don't know. That seems pretty messy. Maybe.
"Okay. Did you know that chickens lay eggs. Last year we went and we saw them"
Yes, I did know that.
"Why don't people lay eggs?"
Because that'd be weird. I don't know...

Okay, but enough about children... I'm excited for this week. Thursday night, DEATHLY HALLOWS PART 2 ANYONE? Obviously I'm dressing up for this occasion. Collared shirt, blue tie and all. Ravenclaw representation. As if you doubted me, but I'll save all the in depth details for another blog post. As much as I'd love to sit here in my pajamas and mindlessly scroll through depths of the internet, my SAT book awaits me. 900 pages of pure grammar, and mathematical fun! I figure if I just silently chant NYU, NYU, NYU throughout this miserable process it'll provide me with at least some motivation.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Popsicle Stick Humor

Cue the fireworks, and noisemakers. I hope everyone had a wonderful 4th of July, and for any Canadian readers... happy belated Canada Day. Now here in America, we take our country's birthday pretty seriously. It is "THE" summer holiday. What would summer be without a 4th of July barbeque, or music festival... or volleyball game? If mashed all the cliche summer activities into one day, you'd have the 4th of July.
Being the "All American girl" I am... This is what my weekend entailed;
  • Ate water-ice (cherry, mango)
  • Had a barbeque
  • Watched fireworks
  • Got sun burnt (I may or may not have a 5th degree burn on my ass) Yeah YOU try sitting down
  • Swam in the ocean
  • Played badminton
  • Walked the boardwalk
Pretty much a representative of what half of the country was doing. I am the paragon of American spirit. I'm kidding, I mean we all know where my TRUE loyalties lie. If I counted all the days I regret not being born in a European country, I think the total would come out to an even 5,475 days (15 years). I wonder if they even celebrate 4th of July in England. Probably not...
Don't ask me what I was looking at, because I honestly have no idea. I can't look directly into the camera for some reason. Is that a phobia? It should be.

Who doesn't love bad jokes? My sister and I had a good laugh at these. I guess I find ridiculously corny puns amusing, partially because their so bad. If you thought the jokes couldn't get any cheesier try looking at a Laffy Taffy wrapper...
"What's red and not there -- no tomatoes"

Try not to laugh too hard.