The Thin Line Between Douchebags and Hipsters

By Alyasha Owerka Moore

To me … It’s really just the clothing.

There’s still time to shop…wait, only five hours?! Crap!!

(pic is from here)

to stop.

I just have to keep telling myself..they’ll never break up, which probably they won’t.

Five months isn’t a long time at all, and she’s so optimistic. ‘ The memories of you holding *cough-only two days they’ve seen each other-cough*me will keep me warm until that day” And his mom commented on her wall to hang in there and things will hopefully go by quick, and she said, “im hangin in there mom. time will fly…. believe me… ^^ ♥”  Mean it’s only been five days since his been gone, but whatever. And she’s adding all his family members on facebook…ugh geez you’ve only known the guy for two weeks and been dating for 3 so far..but whatever, that will just make it easier to get through the deployment.

am extrovert i like meeting friends that are very social and friendly at first we could be friend there after we see what the future hold for
Dear
Good day to you and how are you getting on?.I do hope that you are catching up with the goodies of the day in full.Mine here is cool,
my name is Evelin   nelson, 22 years old girl
us; nice meeting u, i will be glad to hearing from u my email
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thanks

-Amuche Atiku

You know what I wish? I wish that someone narrated my life. How cool would that be?! It would probably be annoying at time, so you should be able to hit the mute button but seriously. Wouldn’t that be cool. “Today was the day Emily’s life changed for the better.” “It was this moment that Emily knew she’d met the one.” “Here it was, the moment of pure inspiration that led to her bestseller.” I guess it would kind of ruin the surprise of things, but wouldn’t it be fun? Even to try for a day. I often wonder about the soundtrack to my life and what it would include, and I guess that would include a narrator.

At this point I’ll say that I’m watching 500 Days of Summer and that is what has gotten me wondering about narrators. Cause Tom’s narrator is pretty awesome. Would my narrator have to be a girl? Would it be weird if it was a guy? I guess it would be. I just like the seriousness that comes with a guy narrator, specifically the one from this movie. There’s something about this narrator… Anyway, if it had to be a girl, I’d want it to be someone like Audrey Hepburn, but that’s not possible so then it would have to be someone like Zooey Deschanel or Meg Ryan. Probably Meg Ryan over Zooey. I love Zooey as an actress, but she’s got a softer voice. Meg Ryan could be more serious. Could be. Hmm, who else. I can’t think of someone at the moment. There’s a bunch of actresses I like, but no one I can think of to specifically narrate my life. It might have to be someone unknown. Like a professional narrator. Is there such a thing? There has to be. In my world there is such a thing as professional narrators.

This movie has also made me want a life that is solely taken from movies. Like situations. That’s weird right? For me to want something like that. But really, if you think about it, there is a lot of cool situations in movies, situations that you secretly envy because now that you’ve seen them in a movie you know that it would be cheesy to want them in real life. For instance, in this movie Tom and Summer go to IKEA and play house. Its adorable because they go into the kitchen and try to use the sink and they’re like ‘the sink isn’t working!” so they go to the next kitchen and go “good thing we moved into a house with more than one kitchen”. It’s really cute. Now that I’ve seen it I would enjoy it happening in my life, but because it was from a movie, it’s lame of me to want to copy it in my own life. WHY IS THAT?! It’s so lame. It’s lame that movies get a monopoly on all the really adorable dates and then it’s lame that it’s cheesy to copy them later in real life. All I have to say is the second a movie comes out with a nerf gun war in a park I will struggle to find a reason to go on living because that will mean that I can’t have a massive nerf gun war with my friends in a park without someone thinking “Its so lame that Emily decided to have us do this just cause it was in a movie”.

I apologize for the overuse of “lame” in this blog. It isn’t until I’m reading these back that I notice I tend to repeat myself constantly, not limited to singular words.

It is the 23^rd. It is also 1:29 AM and I’m still awake, waiting for the rest of this movie to load on Megavideo. I can’t express in words how much time and energy I’ve put into trying to find a way to cheat the megavideo time limit. So I’ve given up and am using the only trick I know how to use and it still doesn’t manage to do very much. About an hour ago I had to wait for the video to load and during that period of time I pretty much tried on every article of clothing I own and judged whether or not I’d be willing to wear it in the coming days. It was a pre-packing ritual. I ended up with a giant pile of clothes in the hall in front of Heather’s door which I have since moved back into my room. There will need to be a major clean when I get back from this weekend…or tomorrow when I’m wasting away the hours before my mom picks me up. But if I’m being honest, it will probably be when I get back. I managed to pack everything I wanted to bring with me into a shoulder backpack and then realized that the last two times I’ve gone home I didn’t bring my dvds and was asked later if we could watch one of my dvds. So I repacked everything into my duffle bag which is broken thanks to my brother. I’m officially ready to go. My mom could call me right now and be like “I am outside. Lets go” and I would be ready to go. Which gives me nothing to do all day tomorrow but sit around. Lucky for me I found this awesome blog that gives thinks to a TON of really awesome movies, so I’ve been saving up movies to watch. Tomorrow will probably be spent on the couch with my wild print snuggie (HEATHER I MISS BEING IN THE WILD WITH YOU!) watching random movies like Sorority Row with Rumer Willis and Audrina from The Hills. Though I do have one loading right now called The Private Lives of Pippa Lee that looks mildly interesting. I haven’t gotten through all the pages of the blog so there might be something a lot more interesting to come. Avatar is up, but I’m keeping myself from watching it. Pretty sure I’m seeing it on Saturday with my uncle and I wouldn’t’ want to ruin the big screen 3D experience with watching it piece by piece on megavideo.

You know what’s annoying. When your upstairs neighbors are either constantly a) dropping what sounds like metal pipes on the floor, b) playing really loud rap music or c) marching around like 300 pound men wearing combat boots. SHUT UP! Also, something weird I’ve noticed is that there is about a ¼ of the people that are here normally, yet there is more yelling/laughing/fighting/music/drunkedness than I’ve ever heard. And of course because I am on the ground floor, next to the doors, I get the pleasure of hearing every time a girl screams at her boyfriend for flirting with another girl, or whenever someone drinks too much because those people like to stand in front of my window and tell someone about it. Seriously. I do not go to bed early. I will probably be up for another hour or so, but these people wake me at 4 in the morning. I woke up yesterday around 3:30 to a guy screaming at someone who lives on the 4^th floor because he couldn’t get in and his roommate had to come down and let him in. To that person I would like to say a) you are a college student in 2009. You have a cellphone. USE IT. b) the main doors work. USE THEM. c) If you want to yell at your roommate, do it at a better time…like during the daylight…or even at midnight. When it isn’t incredibly annoying to everyone living here, it’s just mildly annoying.

That’s my rant. Now if only every person on campus read my blog. Spread the word people. There have been countless times where I’ve wanted to open my window and scream SHUT UP or go upstairs and sliding a mildly terrifying note under whoever lives above me’s door. “I know what you’re doing and you’d better stop or things are going to become very painful for you”. That kind of thing only more threatening. I have enough thrillers. I could figure it out.

In these late … or early depending on how you look at it, I’ve realized that I become hyper, but also easily annoyed. And more creative I think. I don’t really know why though. Most people would be exhausted by this point. Such as almost all of my roommates, Heather especially. But really, if I could get away with it, I’d have the weirdest sleeping schedule in the world. In a perfect world where I didn’t get made fun of by my dad and many others for sleeping until 1, I would go to bed around 3 or 4 and sleep until noon. That would be ideal. There are a few things that I can only do when its daylight, such as clean my room, but that only requires an hour. Otherwise I get a lot done at night. I just went to google to type in ‘why do writers stay up really late’ and I got to ‘why do’ and the first suggestion it gave me was ‘why do men have nipples’ lol I just spent a good 5 minutes trying to find something medical that talked about it but then I gave up and just as I was giving up I realized why I’m more creative in these hours. Its because this late/early, there isn’t much else to do but write. I can’t be noisy because people are sleeping, I can’t go out and do things. Huh. I wonder why that just clicked now. That makes a lot of sense. The daytime is filled with school, studying, cleaning, eating, being with people. At 3 in morning there isn’t much to do besides write. Interesting. That’s probably why the blog entries I write at night are so much better than the daytime ones.

Alright well I’m going to give up on megavideo and go to bed. Sleep late. And such. This was fun to write though. Especially since I’m so incredibly hyper right now. Hopefully I’ll be able to sleep. If not I guess I’ll just lay around and think about stuff. Last night I finally came up with what I’m going to make out of all the letters that I cut out magazines and saved. It’s going to be pretty awesome. Ok, well I’m going to post this and go to bed. Seriously this time.

Love, Emily

(As i was posting this I realized that I might have talked about narrators already… if so, OH WELL!)

I’ve just discovered that the comment system in WordPress operates very strangely. I think, but don’t quote on this, if you approve someone’s comment a couple of times then any other comment they give will automatically be approved by the system. this is a bit annoying to me because it means I don’t see how many times someone’s commented, without actually manually checking. when someone’s never commented though it shows in the comments button but that’s the only time I ever see them manually.

not any real news but i had to get it out of my system.

But for actual eve news. I’m having a real annoying time with the corps. the agent gave  rock hard mission for my calibre. I might have found a corp for me. trouble is, they mission with the gallente federation and they seem to put a large amount of time into mining and they want everybody to eventually get into a hulk. another corp I’m interested in is the ‘Blue Republic’. Trouble is the only reason I fancy them is because of the PVP they do against the ‘Red Empire’. I’m still open to corporation recruitment ideas. can they preferably be EU timezones though.

Tomovoni

Everyone loves breaking their teeth on solid peppermint on Christmas!

(pic is from here)

here is a joke I thought was really funny.

There was a man who was driving down the road in the middle of the night. He was really tired, so he pulled over and checked into a hotel. he was trying to get some sleep when a bloodcurdling scream scared him. He went to the lobby and asked the manager, “What was that scream?”

The manager says, “Do you really want to know?” the guy says, “Yes, i want to get some sleep!” the manager says, “I can’t tell you, you’re not a monk.”

So the man says, “what do I have to do in order to become a monk?” “you have to go into the forest, build yourself a hut made of toothpicks, catch your own food and live off the land for 30 years.” so the guy does what he says, and 30 years later comes back to the hotel. “Okay, I did what you said. what was that scream?”

The manager asks, “Do you REALLY want to know?” “Yes, I just wasted 30 years of my life!”

So the manager takes him into a secret room that has a magic closet and a secret door. they go into the secret door, and there are stairs that go like this:

/\/\/\/\ (all along the corridor)

S0 they go

up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs

and they come to a huge hole in the middle of the floor. the manager says, “oops, i forgot the magic bridge!” So they go back

up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs,

into the secret room. the manager opens the magic closet, gets the magic bridge. they go

up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs, across the magic bridge, up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs.

Then they come to a huge storm in the middle of the room. manager says: “Oops, forgot the magic umbrella!” So they go

up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs, across the magic bridge, and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs,

back into the magic room. the manager takes out the magic umbrella. then they go back

up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs, across the magic bridge, up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs.

The two men float across the storm using the magic umbrella. They continue

up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs

where they come to a huge door. “Oops, I forgot the magic key!”  ( *groan* ) So they go

up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs, across the magic storm with the magic umbrella, up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs, across the magic bridge, up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs back into the magic room.

The manager goes into the magic closet, but he can’t find the magic key. Then he snaps his fingers and says, “Oops, it was in my back pocket the whole time!”

*GROAN*

So they go…

up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs, across the magic bridge, up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs, across the magic storm with the magic umbrella, up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs and up the stairs and down the stairs to the huge magic door.

The manager asks the guy, are you SURE you really want to know what that scream was?”

The man says, “YES! You just dragged me up and down stairs and the suspense is KILLING me!”

“…are you REALLY sure?”

“YES, I’m REALLY SURE! Just Open it already!!”

So the manager inserts the magic key into the magic door,

turns it,

the tumblers click,

the knob turns,

and the door opens,

and the man finally finds out what the scream was.

…do you want to know what it was?

…

…

…

…do you REALLY want to know what it was?

…

…

…

…

…

…okay, I’ll tell you what it was.

…

..

…

…oh wait. I can’t tell you, you’re not a monk.

…

I KNOW, isn’t it hilarious!

yeah, the majority of you who read this will think that I am the most annoying person ever. Maybe two of you will think this is the funniest joke ever. Spread it around. Enjoy the annoyed looks on other people’s faces. I only wish I could see yours.

Merry Christmas!

Ibby out.

Christmas is now offensive to neighbors, electricity, and good taste.

Sometimes, you sit down and wonder why your language skills suck. You sit down thinking about why everyone around you seem to be more outgoing than you are. Sometimes you even think that you’re not even worth a penny and that you’re the dumbest person around. Why why, I kind of feel that all the time years ago. It wasn’t the nicest thing to go through. Even now, I can mirror my old self in some of you.  No offence. It’s just how life is. I contemplated on this issue day and night, figuring the source of this inconvenient problem. Yes, I found out why. If you don’t have anyone who speaks good language at home but yourself, you often get this problem of speaking lousy language. Now you’d go

 ” Well, Well, Well. If it isn’t my parents who brought me into this ravine with all their pathetic chinese talking. ” .

I’m not saying chinese is bad. Out of all the branches of chinese languages, only the Mandarin is good. However, let me tell you just this. All the bullshit that chinese parents knows how to talk and often talk about is languages that is not mandarin. SO, IT’S ALL RUBBISH LANGUAGE. They say, you have to learn chinese. That China is developing so fast it can be compared to a fire hydrant with its caps off. Let me tell you this once more. It’s only Mandarin that counts. For my case, lines and lines of disgusting Hokkien just came out of someone’s mouth. This is why I recommend you, SOLUTION 101 :

Cross out unnecessary people speaking unnecessary languages.
Get out of your life A.S.A.P. or just die now.
Make youself an ambitious resolution. or just plan your suicide.

I really can’t highlight any other ways except these.
Best of lucks.
I don’t think I can do any long posts. Seems rather impossible.
I’ve been procrastinating on things that I’ve wanted to do months ago. Somebody kick me in the ass please!

I earned a lot of experiences and I know I’ll earn more after the school life. In every class, there would always be friendship that will come out as students go along semesters. It’s just so nice to be with persons you laughed with.

It started on my class on minor subject. Two classmates of mine on that class had been my friends, one can easily win my trust, it’s not hard for me to give it. It was our midterm exam on my class before that subject. But I refuse to take the exam and went home because I had a headache, at the same time, there’s an hour and a half vacant before that class. After that, I remember that we have to pass an assignment so I went back to  school for I had finished it earlier that couple of days ago.

Next, one of my classmates approached me burrowing my assignment. I let it and she went out of the room without knowing that she photocopied my assignment. Our professor arrived and we arranged the chairs urgently for the exam. The assignments are passed just when my classmate arrives. I didn’t get the chance to talk to her after she passed the assignments because she had left the room after answering the test questions. The next meeting, she told me that our professor talked to her about that and she refused to say anything. My professor said that she still wait for her explanation the next meeting. My classmate told me that she will take all the consequences. She took several absences after that and never talked to my professor again. I thought I just have to save my grades. What else can I do when the harm was done already?

Then finals came, we’re still casual as friends, she still approached me with three of us friends knowing it. I had received a passing grade on that subject and my professor still smiles at me whenever we see each other after that. I didn’t see my classmate anymore until this semester.

To sum it up, I feel bad because I had once lost my professor’s trust though I was really thankful because she didn’t ask for any explanation from me. Above all, the hardest thing to accept was the betrayal of a friend. I will always remember the happy times, and the incident that taught me a lesson. I know I also have a fault, it will not happen if I don’t allow to. I had forgiven him anyway.

RIP..Actress Brittany Murphy who died 20/12/2009

So I’m taking a break from this tweeting madness, which at the moment is being dominated by the news of the sudden death of actress Brittany Murphy (RIP) to weigh in on an age old debate. On Twitter the tweeting trend was ‘#womenshouldnever’ on Facebook several groups deal with this topic including ‘Chicks want a man with P, Car Garms etc But what are you offering Besides a Beat?’ (i.e. sex). I know everyone (male and female) these days, naturally has their ideals concerning how they think a female should act. With this post I’ma just put a few ideas out there off the top of my head; for the most part due to issues that have come to my attention…I’ma try not to come off too egotistical and/or chauvinistic..not sure if I’ll be successful…but hey…sue me!

Firstly!..If you are a lady that has a man…ACT LIKE IT. There are hoards of females complaining about not being able to find good men. But YOU, the girl that seemingly has found one; forgets him when he is not around, acting and talking like you’re single AND making your man look like a FOOL! Brittany Murphy’s character Alex in the film ‘8 Mile’ was guilty of this, by cheating on Rabbit and making him look stupid. Something I, nor most men would not have..

Certain Girls..on this vibe here!

Let me make this clear from my standpoint: One of the most (if not the most) important things a man owns for free, is pride and self-worth. (as should be the case for females, but that’s for another day)If you as my wifey are going to actively cross certain lines, knowing this (as I would have made this clear from the out set):

1. physically, with someone of the opposite sex and I find out. I’M GONE.

2. (and more importantly) If you are going to converse, in flirtatious manner (as I’ve seen/witnessed a lot of girls do, looking for attention, little girl flex #showurID!) with people of the opposite sex. I’M GONE! To me, saying certain things are as bad as doing them..no man wants to be made a fool of, and there will be no trust there. No man wants to hear whispers of “She say she’s got a man, but the way she’s talking pfft.” #fixupman (sorry I’m gassed on this Twitter madness LOL).

If you're on this vibe...get lost! LOL

Girls who are single..Learn to enjoy your own company! Many of you, judging from your ridiculous facebook/twitter/bbm/myspace updates desecrating the ENTIRE MALE SPECIES are actually not in the right frame of mind to function within a relationship. Classing EVERY living organism with a penis in the same group? Come on now! The naivity of this notion in itself shows…

YOU NEED TO GET TO KNOW YOURSELF first. A lot of females talk in a manner which does not corespond with the image they create through their actions. And therefore claims of being “wifey material” are a little over-zealous to say the least. If you don’t even know what you’re about do you think you’re going to be appealing for a good man to wifey? OR is your evident confusion just going to lead to someone taking advantage of you..and you venting even more about WASTE MEN? SORT YOURSELF OUT!

Also I’ve noticed a lot of ladies that deal with ‘waste men’ do so recurrently. Forming relationships with people who are similar to the very people who wronged them. I do not need to point out that this does not make sense do I? Miss “Oo-I-Like-Badboys”…GROW UP. If it is evident your usual selection for a partner does not reap the best results change your criteria, change the type of man that you go for. I am in no way saying lower your standards…BUT there are other factors which equate to a good man that will treat you right broaden your horizons!

Hater's of Men...They're everywhere LOL

Going to leave that there, because I don’t want it to drag on too much..but I’ve got a couple more points to make so I’ll be back. Let me know your thoughts! PEACE

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Being 20, and for the most part living away from home at university it is almost imperative that I have some form of  regular income…I know from experience student loan don’t cut it. And not being one to dabble inillegal activities, petty crime or fraud viable options in legitimate employment are EXTREMELY limited. Weighing up my options, I, like many of you reading this thought it most logical to go into retail.

Paperchase..we've all got to do it

I made the vital mistake of quitting my old job at a supermarket which i started when I was 16 because I thought I’d be able to survive somehow and I thought getting another job would be simplez…WRONG!

Though i did not try very hard I found looking for a job..the recruiting process was tedious and elitist. Considering the fact that the jobs did not require the amount of skill, nor garner the delusional degree of importance they tried to attribute to the simplistic roles you have to carry out.

I filled out countless online applications, sent innumerable emails, and drafted a truckload of covering letters and cv’s. If it was not one of the instances where I received no response, the automated rejection always ran a little like this:

Dear Malachi,
Re: *shitty retail store* Sales Advisor

Thank you very much for your application where you expressed an interest in working for [insert shitty retail store].

After careful consideration we regret to inform you (no you don’t) that we will not be progressing your application further for this position. The standard of candidates was particularly high and those candidates who have been progressed for interview had experience that was more closely matched to the requirements of the role.

We would like to take this opportunity to thank you for the time and preparation you have put into your application and wish you every success with your future career plans. (Kmt)

Kind Regards

Resourcing Department….(¬_¬)

Thanks for your reply! ¬_¬

Ermmm I do not know how these people define requirements of this role?..No previous experience in a clothes retail store?..Well I’ve got that now and as I knew before it isn’t rocket science! I have learnt no new skills, to be effective in this job! I knew how to fold clothes before! I knew how to stand aroundand pretend to be busy before! I knew how to deal with stupid people (customers) before. I knew how to put clothes on a hanger before, as well as how to display items due to their size..get my drift!

Also I understand as a business they have certain protocol to abide by. BUT…! I find it quite ridiculous that I am told I should ’serve’ i.e. ask every customer whether they need any help. These managers as consumers themselves are aware I’m sure that the majority of the time you go into a clothing store, to look at what there is to offer. And that if, and when you need assistance, you would ask someone! I know that when I step into a shop and an eager, grinning assistant jumps into my path uttering “Hi there, do you need any help!?” I want to tell them to “Fuck off” I now have to impersonate one of those idiots..

great!!

But..hey, my comfort in this whole situation, comes from knowing that this will not be my life forever!

We thank God! It is but a stepping stone, and as stated before, a necessity for me to survive. I do to an extent empathize with the managers etc. who have to live, and claim to possess passion for folding clothes etc.

Anyone dealing with the fuckeries of retail right now, whilst studying etc. use the experience to push you further to go for your dream occupation, and do something yo will enjoy! Because these experiences really do put things in perspective! Appreciate your education! In the meantime I’ma treat Retail as the whore she is!..Front like I love her.. fuck her..leave..and not call the next day!

Anyway enough of my complaing. I’ma get mine!..Peace…follow me: http://twitter.com/mrmcpherson1

Share your horror stories of retail work..I’m sure, we’ve all gone through similar bullshit lol. COMMENT!

This picture made me laugh. “When I was a boy, we didn’t have ergonomic snow shoves, YOU WUSSIES!”

Well, no one in my family thought to get an ergonomic snow shovel, let alone salt or anything else useful. I spent an hour today trying to get my car out of the driveway to go to a party. I got as far as halfway into the street, but then my car would not budge. It would neither move forward or backward, which was problematic on many levels. The first one concerning me was that I really wanted to go to this party. The second being that the monster trucks with snow plows had been trolling around the neighborhood and I knew they would either scream at me for having my car halfway in the street, plow right into it, or just plow it in, which would compound the problem that it was stuck on a mound of snow with blocks of ice under the wheels. I tried diligently to dig out, around, and under my car, but it still would not move. It is times like these that I lament the fact that I do not have a redneck boyfriend with a big truck (actually, that’s probably the only time I’ve lamented that fact) and that my parents got divorced years ago so I no longer have my dad around to do fatherly things like getting his daughter’s car un-stuck from a snow drift. Finally, I was able to get ahold of my brother, who after a half an hour of directing me on how to maneuver my car, finally told me to get out of the car and he performed some sort of Tokyo Drift magic to get it back up into the driveway. From that point, I was still determined to at least try and get out of the neighborhood and so I attempted to shovel out the rest of the driveway and the frozen slush in the curb that was causing me so many problems, and I was shoveling with an old, non-ergonomic shovel that I’m pretty sure was produced right around 1958. By the time I was finished, I looked up to find at least a foot of snow had drifted around my tires. It was at that point, with wet hair, a dripping nose, sweating underneath all my layers, a nice caking of snow all up in my ankles, and pretty sure there was probably some plumber’s crack in this equation too, that I finally decided to give up. As much as I want to go to this party, I want to not get stranded on I-95 with nothing but a bag of bagels and a handle of tequila (make that bad tequila) more. So, I swallowed my pride, cursed my little car with the low bumper, put down my shovel (which, thinking back on it, I might have just thrown it down in the snow because I was annoyed…hm, not such a smart move) and came inside.

On the bright side, now I get to work on stuff that I put off all week and possibly FINALLY watch the season finale of Dexter. I guess in a bizarre way, Mother Nature was trying to tell me that I should work, and not party. I don’t really agree with that, but now I can feel less guilty for all of the work that I did not accomplish earlier. Except that I’m currently writing this blog. Hmm.