tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6517648787168941172011-07-08T09:53:11.905-04:00<i>limpin' ain't easy</i>E-Dubshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434946590960210578noreply@blogger.comBlogger571100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651764878716894117.post-61952316511376943972010-06-22T15:44:00.002-04:002010-06-22T15:44:57.047-04:00

I'll be blogging again. Don't you even worry about, y'all.

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Unless you have been living under a rock or perhaps in Iraq you know that "New Moon," the second book in the "Twilight Saga" to become a movie, is all the world seems to be talking about. Even those who refuse to see the movies or read the book know what Team Edward and Team Jacob are (besides stupid). I am not a fan of "Twilight." Not only am I not a fan, I abhor it. When I first read the books,

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...or is Robert Pattinson the inspiration for James Cameron's sparkly blue tiger people?I'm just saying.

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It's been way too long since I've blogged. My apologies to my one reader who follows me on Twitter anyway. I have a new job, far away from chlorine and angry parents. So far it's been great. A daily commute to NYC is hardly ideal, but I'd be foolish and childish to complain. One of my responsibilities at the new job is to monitor the Facebook account of my show. So Facebook and I are pretty

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I am celebrating my 1,000 tweet on Twitter by a blog post to express the emotions I could not constrain to 140 characters. And yes, in response to Tiffany Leigh, if it weren't obvious by now I do attach more significance to a nice round number. SO my twousandth (word play!) is dedicated to why I loathe, detest and despise Megan Fox. Megan Fox is hot. Annoyingly so. But she knows that. When

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A week or so ago, I decided that I was over-tweeting, the cyber version of over-sharing. As much as I love Twitter (follow me bitches), I am fully aware of its ridiculousness. It's absurd to tweet every single thought one has, but I was doing it. So, as a test I thought I would start writing down everything I was tempted to post to Twitter. Most of the thoughts that came out were just as inane

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The other hamsters are running on their wheels, going nowhere. But the three other hamsters who have the Kia Soul can go anywhere. Judging by the way they're jamming to "Fort Knox" by Goldfish, they have soul on the inside, too.

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In the past week and a half, I've been called out twice for calling pizza without toppings "cheese." According to Tom and a 6-year-old it's called "plain" pizza. I followed Tom's logic to a degree: "all pizza is cheese." The 6-year-old just said, "no it's called plain, why are you calling it cheese?"His authority on life quickly lost credibility however. I was babysitting him and his younger

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Earlier this evening, I convinced a fellow classmate to skip the remainder of our class to take advantage of the free tickets I received for an early showing of Fast and Furious. We got there with negative minutes to spare, and thus had to sit in the second row. Needless to say, I am now paralyzed from the neck down because of the position I had to hold for 93 minutes while watching cars explode

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When I returned home from the computer lab this evening, a 2'x2'1' package was waiting for me. My mother informed me that a belated birthday gift would soon be arriving, but I thought it would be High School Musical 3 (I'm amazed no one got it for me, it's so obvious). Anyway, I didn't think my mom was going to buy me a couch. Within the box was a giant bag, so big in fact that I could fit

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Last night, I finally finished what is now one of my favorite books of all time: Jitterbug Perfume by Tom Robbins. He perfectly sums up how I've been feeling lately in the following: They say that February is the shortest month, but you know they could be wrong...However more abbreviated that its cousins it may look, February feels longer that any of them. It is the meanest moon of winter,

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It's been said, and I'll tend to agree: 23 is the new 21.My birthday was so freaking awesome this year. Twelve of my friends and I played laser tag and had so much fun. First we had to find it, which was difficult. It was in a warehouse in the middle of the woods. Once everyone got there it was kind of like, "hey I actually brought you here to murder you happy birthday to meeee! jk jk roflmao

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The Worst Things to Do on Valentine’s Day When You’re SingleI love Valentine’s Day. Not only is it my birthday, it’s a chance for me to show my love and appreciation for those around me. V-Day is also a chance for my pathetic attempts to get people to like me by bringing baked goods wherever I go (on today’s menu: red velvet cupcakes with buttercream frosting and red sprinkles). Regardless of

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A few weeks ago, I cleaned my entire room. I went through plastic containers, emptied drawers, and even rearranged some furniture. While doing this, I lost a pack of nose rings. No big deal, they were the cheapy kind from Claire's but I was upset nonetheless. I even went through all the trash I threw out, to no avail. But I figured, hey, whateves, they were the cheapy kind from Claire's.Then

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After my alliterative friend downed 16 Keystones and started his own impromptu dance party while celebrating the outcome of the Superbowl, the roommates and I cleaned up our little party. The one-dimpled friend who brought his beautiful big screen TV in addition to his HD cable box didn't feel like taking it home, so he said he'd come back in a few days to pick it up. As you may or may not know,

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I'm not even going to apologize for the bad pun, because today really was the best day ever! Everything went really well and I'm so super stoked about my awesome internship. I'm proud of myself, and I am really grateful that I have this opportunity. Hooray! But I have to start packing a lunch because $8.64 for a panini I couldn't even finish is borderline obscene.Also be sure to vote for

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I'm back in America, which is pretty exciting. I did get a little verklempt when the plane was landing and I saw Lady Liberty welcoming me home. Then, I had to wait 30 minutes at passport control which promptly made me want to go back to the EU.However, I had my internship to look forward to so I stayed. Today was my orientation. After a bus ride that took 30 minutes to go three miles, I

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Lil D and I took a trip to NBPA to get the boot off of her car. We paid the parking tickets online, then went to the boot release window (it has its own window). Before we could get the boot released, in addition to paying off the tickets, there was a $50 boot release fee. When the credit card came out, the woman said: "Cash only."Of course.As we walked down the stairs out of the office, I

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I got the internship! I am so very excited to get coffee for the people who work at my favorite place in the world. As I was chatting with a couple of girlfriends, we discussed that I should start dating someone in the city. Of course, I wouldn't date someone from my floor because that is just silly and very faux pas. However, there are many floors in the building where I will be working and

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The first time I saw this commercial, my friends and I discussed the ridiculousity of naming a company after the Russian secret service. We're in America, dammit! But for reals, you can't just steal an acronym that's been previously established. But then I saw the commercial again, right before watching Robot Chicken. Then the woman said something that resulted in me yelling and throwing the

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Today was, in a word, huge. I had an interview in NYC for an internship. I've wanted to work there ever since I've known it existed and I would give Kevin Federline custody of my children if that what it takes to work there. I met my idol without having a panic attack. My palms were sweaty, knees weak, arms were heavy, vomit on my sweater already--mom's spaghetti (Sorry, sometimes I break out

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Last night was one of the best New Year's Eves on record; however, that isn't saying too much. I had a lovely dinner with AP and Lil D, then I went over to M's for celebrations. I didn't know a soul besides M and J and a former employee whom I left shaking in his boots (I didn't know I was so scary). Midnight arrived while I was in the attic with 10 strangers. We wished each other a happy

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The year is coming to a close. When I think back over the year, I cannot believe how far I've come. But I can believe it as well, because I worked really hard to get where I am. After the New year begins, I start my grown-up job. I've been sober since July 5, and even though I said it was going to be a six-month thing, I don't know if I do want to start drinking again, even just a glass of

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Because everyone loves a weird cat video:Thanks to the folks over at The Internet is Terrible.

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For the first time, probably ever, I am ready for Christmas. Presents are wrapped and ready to go. I only have a couple more things to pick up (they've already been ordered). This year is weird for me, though. This year, I'm a grown-up. I've been promoted at work (wahoo) and I'm living in the apartment where I'll probably spend the next 2 years. I'm very happy about all of this, but it's

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I don't know why I'm so behind the times, but I am officially obsessed with this song. It's a Lil Wayne song, sung by cute rocker boys. All my favorite things happen at once! When I discovered this song on my way out to have (mis)adventures with my shortest roommate and friend, I declared that it was the best thing ever in the world. I dare you to tell me I'm wrong, because I'm pretty sure

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As you may or may not know, I kinda don't like Michael Phelps. Yeah, yeah, 8 gold medals, whatever. But that's doesn't mean it's cool to be a dillhole. Remember your roots, bro. Anyway, even though I boycotted the Olympics this year, I've seen the butterfly race where Phelps won by 1/100th of a second a few times. Because it's amazing. As a swim coach, I always stress the importance of

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Yesterday, as I was watching (read: napping through) the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade, I experienced a special treat. The Foster's imaginary friends somethingorother Rick Rolled me. And it was glorious.Outrageous.p.s. it's true; I'm never gonna give you up, let you down, run around and/or desert you.p.p.s. Rick Astley looks pretty hot.

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Today, I made peppermint pals with the little girl I used to nanny. I'm back in the town where I grew up for the weekend, babysitting. Anyway, the peppermint pals were adorable. For those who enjoy minty things, I'll probably make them again. Alas, I only like minty in my toothpaste. Check it out:The dough started melting towards the end, so some of the penguins and polar bears are slightly

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Britney is back, and she's looking good. I always held on hope for the former teenage pop-star, and I'm so happy to see her looking sexy, confident and doing what she does best. No, she's not the most talented singer, but she's an entertainer. It saddened me that we watched her fall apart with such intrigue; I'm happy she's making her comeback for real this time. As much as I hate to admit,

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So, there's a guy at work who always has some sort of comment for me. Sometimes it'll be entirely inappropriate, such as a sexual innuendo about the skirt I'm wearing. Other times, it's down right offensive. Over the summer, he's the guy that said "I saw a picture of you last Halloween and you looked so thin. What happened?" He tried continuing that conversation a few weeks later, asking me

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www.maps.google.com/voteAlso, Leonardo DiCaprio will make me swoon til the day I die.

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Politics and showtunes. I am content.

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Listen, even as left and as liberal as I am, it's possible that I might have been on board for McCain '08. But I do not want someone as inexperienced as Palin anywhere near the Oval Office. McCain is old, he could very well die and Palin could very well be our next president. As I typed that, a frisson ran down my spine. Could you imagine the judges nominated during that administration? Roe

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Conservatives have finally discovered sexism in the media. It's unfair, damaging to their careers and invasive towards their personal lives. Except, of course, when a crazy liberal like Hilary Clinton charges the media with sexism--that's not sexism, it's whining or "playing the gender card."Sarah Palin, as you should know by now, is Sen. John McCain's running mate. It's been an extremely

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So, I've had the hiccups twice today. I never get the hiccups. What's with that?Also, I've seen two praying mantes (mantises?) in the past couple weeks. Good luck, I'm hoping, all though they are large, scary insects.Today, a perfect example of how awkward I am:I walking down the street with someone that I had a crush on last year, when it turned out the friend whose house they were going to

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While Mary and Jay were spooning on the couch and watching crackheads get busted on "Cops," I stumbled across Yearbook Yourself. The results are the following:1966. My mom graduated high school that year. I look outrageously like her in this photo.1976. I kind of want to bring this back.1978. I long for the day that I can truly pull off this hairstyle. 1980. My sister was born; I look like

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Back in South Carolina, visiting the rents.This trip however, is decidedly the best of all my South Carolina visits. I brought two of my friends with me to partake in the adventure. We've yet to be bored, and my parents have yet to annoy me. My cat is excited to see me (she's usually pissed). All's well, and I'm surprisingly not longing to be eaten by a gator.My optimism and positive attitude

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Sunday will be the second of three weddings I'll have attended by the end of this summer. Frankly, I'm over weddings. My attitude is mostly based in my inability to even get a date. However, marriage is indeed an antiquated ritual which was created during a time when life expectancy was 30, and "til death" wasn't that big of a commitment. The wedding ring was a symbol of ownership. And then

E-Dubshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434946590960210578noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651764878716894117.post-30559568275050450632008-08-04T01:29:00.000-04:002008-08-04T01:38:13.997-04:00

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This weekend was entirely unexpected. My dad visited and we went to my roommate's restaurant, which was delicious. After he left in his canary yellow rental car, my good friend from high school came to visit. We hung out in my apartment for a bit before we went upstairs to hang out with my neighbors. Beer pong was interesting; instead of signing up with names, we signed up with countries. Our

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So, it turns out that I actually am fat. I'm not just big boned, chubby or a little overweight; I'm fat. I'm frustrated that I haven't seen any results yet, even though I've been eating like a saint (one Frosty does not a fat girl make). It's also been almost 20 days since my last drink and I have nothing to show for it.Side note: I have a bottle of wine from Celia and Toby's wedding. It has an

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I have decided to stop drinking. Not that I ever really thought I had a problem, but I could see the potential for a problem, as detailed in some of my previous blog posts. There's a history of alcohol addiction in my family, and I've seen how ugly it can get--both in personal experience and on Dr. Drew's Celebrity Rehab.My last drink was on July 5, 2008. It was Cel's wedding. I had fun, I

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Go see it.Now.

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Let me preface by saying how much fun I had this weekend. Allow me to continue by saying it was also the most absurd and ridiculous experience of my twenties.I arrived in Jacksonville, FL and got a ride to Brunswick, GA by one of the groomsmen. Immediately I was putting out wine bottles and tying ribbons around napkins at the Old City Hall. Later that night was a low country broil, hosted by

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Yesterday was my first day at the shore this season. Although I spent time in SC, it's not summer until I've hit the Jersey shore. My roommates and I drove down, rocking out to some sweet tunes (if I may compliment my freshman year of college mix making self). $7 to get on the beach buys an entire day of entertainment. Not only do you get the sun and the waves--you get the bennys acting like

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Today, I was viciously attacked by a ghost crab. I was minding my own business, getting a tan and reading my book when it scampered onto my beach towel and attempted to nip off my nips. The little girl that was chasing it was able to scoop it into her bucket. Twenty minutes later, it escaped and made a beeline (crabline?) directly back to me. Now, as I sit in the Myrtle Beach airport waiting

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This weekend was Celia's bachelorette weekend, or "girls' weekend" as she liked to call it. I arrived to a good 10 more females than I was expecting. I wasn't even entirely out of the car before Celia handed me a glass of wine--a telltale sign that my weekend was going to hilarious, awesome and more fun than I've had in a long time.The house we stayed in was perfect. It was bright green and

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As I am overly tired and hungover from this weekend's amazing festivities, I leave you with a new favorite video to tide you over until I can fully recapture what I hinted at in the title of this blog. Enjoy.

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Everyone knows that I'm not crazy about the South.  I used to live in Alabama and North Carolina, and last summer my parents retired to South Carolina.  I'm here for 2 days and my accent comes back full force.  Suddenly, monosyllabic words become polysyllabic and I find myself saying "ma'am" and "sir" at the end of everything.  Everyone is more polite than I'm used to, spending the past 2 years

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I'm now back in Switzerland. Italy was fantastic and this is the first vacation ever that I don't want to end. The water from Bernini's fountains is the best I've ever drunk.More to come, such as Ally Panic being over quake lakes.

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Swoon.Chill with the judging.  

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By this time next week, I'll be in Switzerland.  I'll hopefully be able to hop on a plane to the U.K. to see a friend's band.  Then we'll be going down to Italy.  How very international of us.I do feel guilty however, to be traveling for pleasure when there has been yet another natural disaster that has claimed the lives of thousands, leaving more homeless and displaced.

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Confirmed dead in Cyclone Nargis: 22,464People reported missing: 41,054Projected death toll (if international aid doesn't get there fast enough): 100,000Population of New Brunswick, NJ: 50,172Read more here.

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While avoiding class and catching up on some well deserved nap/Juno time, AP showed me this and proceeded to ask me the following. I didn't put too much thought into it, but then she made a post about it. Now, I have a blog and feel somewhat obligated. And also I'm antsy to post.1. If you could do anything you want tomorrow, what would it be? I would be on a beach somewhere in the Caribbean

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Bonjour et bienvenue. Since my life's goal is to be one Ally Panic, I figured it would be wise to emulate her in the form of blogging. Today was beautiful, and thusly I was inspired to study in the park.I look forward to the end of school and the beginning of my European adventure with my favorite person ever.

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