My One-hundred-and-eighty-second Post

Who says Valentine's Day shouldn't be the same weekend as President's Day?

Happy Valentine's/President's Day everybody!

My One-hundred-and-eighty-first Post

I'm a boss at work, and so naturally I find myself bossing people around a lot. The simple act of saying 'thank you' is the biggest weapon in my arsenal of pretending to be nice. Try saying it more--it'll make you feel better when you tell people to do things.

My One-hundred-and-eightieth Post

Fact: Amy Adams (of Enchanted) and Isla Fischer (recently of Confessions of a Shopaholic) are the same person.

Also fact: Watch this.

My One-hundred-and-seventy-ninth Post

Hey, so some people (you know who you are) have been complaining about how I don't blog very consistently. But here's the thing. My life is not consistently blog-worthy. It's on more of a sporadically blog-worthy schedule.

Here, let me explain. A recap of the last 15 minutes of my life:

I made some hot chocolate, but it was either too strong or too weak. I was too cold to figure out which, so I decided adding some mint extract would fix it. Turns out it didn't-- I think I put way too much in. So I experimented by adding more water and then more chocolate powder. And then I started adding sugar and vanilla extract and cinnamon. It was gross, so I bit the bullet and dumped it out. I made some more, it was mediocre and yet delicious. Then I indulged in my minor obsession with tiny horses by looking at this picture of a seeing-eye-horse.







See what I'm saying? You should be grateful I only blog when I feel compelled to. Seriously.

My One-hundred-and-seventy-eighth Post

Hey, so a few minutes ago I noticed the 'f' key on my keyboard was not working. There are a lot of words that have F's in them and I would hate to have to stop using all of them. This could have been a total FAIL. Actually, it would have been an AIL, which doesn't make sense at all. But fortunately that pesky F-key started to work again a couple minute later.

I'm still kind of concerned and not just because I'm afraid it will happen again. I was sending out some work emails earlier and telling people about their shifts for next semester. I'm not exactly sure when the F-key stopped working, and now I'm the tiniest bit worried that I wasn't telling people about their shifts at all...

My One-hundred-and-seventy-seventh Post

Guys, I finished both of the books I bought last week. And they both fulfilled my expectations. The Confessions of Fitzwilliam Darcy was pretty bad, but not as terrible as it might have been: the only time I actually had to laugh out loud was when Mr. Bingley "playfully punched" Mr. Darcy on the arm. I give it a D+. Stardust was good. Left plenty of little loose ends (possibly resolved in Neil Gaiman's other novels??), but nothing to keep me from enjoying the story. A solid B+.

But really this post is to show you the preview for the new movie based on another of Neil Gaiman's books, Coraline.

See it here:

My One-hundred-and-seventy-sixth Post

What’s wrong with the world (Installment 4): Stairs

Some might argue that stairs are a necessary and important part of life. But those people are WRONG. I start my days by going up a massive staircase...
And then a few minutes later, going down a different set of stairs.
The thing is, I wouldn't mind going up the stairs so much if it weren't for the going back down a short while later.
It's futile!
They have to be stopped. And I have to stop them.

My One-hundred-and-seventy-fifth Post

I made several attempt to put disclaimers at the top of this post, deleting each one a few moments later. You're reading my blog, you have to put up with the things I want to talk about, no matter how innane or long-winded they may be. Love it or leave it.


Tuesdays tend to be my "fun" day during the week, so my friend Sam-girl and I have made a habit of hanging out and doin' stuff those days. Yesterday, we ended up carousing through through a mall looking at shoes and books.

It was while shoe shopping that I realized that I don't know how to wear winter clothing and accessories. With winter staring me cold in the face, I knew I needed to find some suitable winter/snow-type footwear to keep my tootsies warm and dry (try saying that aloud with a straight face). Unfortunately, every pair of boots Sam-girl tried to talk me into just felt ridiculous on me. They may look great on somebody else, but I think I look silly in them. It's the same with scarves and ear muffs and such. Because I grew up in southern Arizona, I didn't really need a winter wardrobe. I just added a light jacket to what I wore during the rest of the year. I never really got to experiment with and decide what I like and don't like when it comes to winter-y stuff. Sad. I feel like I'm missing out.

Next we hit up Borders. The problem with browsing in a bookstore is that it's really overwhelming. You have no choice but to judge a book by its cover; if it's not flashy or on special display, you'll never give it the time of day. Added to this, I don't actually like buying books I've never read, and I see no point in buying books I have read. It's just too much of a luxury for me right now. So I wandered around behind Sam-girl (who is an expert at bookstore-browsing, but a failure at self-control-in-a-bookstore) looking through a LOLcats book (sad, I know). Sam-girl was, among other things, looking for a copy of the novel Stardust for her collection. We could only find one of the mass-produced copies containing a picture section with still shots from the movie. Sam-girl likes pretty books, so this was out of the question for her. But, it managed to circumvent my self-control shield because I already knew the story (sort of), so I knew I would be interested in it, but I had never actually read the book. Plus, it was for cheap. So I picked it up. And I feel good about the purchase.

There was another purchase, though, that I feel light-to-moderately embarrassed about. It was The Confessions of Fitzwilliam Darcy, basically a rewriting of Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice from Darcy's point of view. *wince* I know, okay? It was not a good buy. I made the mistake of buying a P&P spin off book once before when I was 15 or something, and it was bad. I mean really truely horrible. The review from Publishers Weekly for Mr. Darcy's Daughters pretty much says it all:

"Aston attempts to imitate Austen's style, with little success-the prose is stilted and anachronistic ("it would be very fortunate if we were to find a suitable young man for Letitia. To help her get over Tom's loss, you know, and give her thoughts a new direction"). The daughters' personalities are drawn in broad, predictable strokes, and the romantic plot feels contrived and overly drawn out. Despite the curiosity factor, even Austen fans will likely give this a miss..."

So I knew I should probably at least find a decent review of it before committing myself to buying it. Even then, checking it out from the library would proabably be the most it was worth. But I was stupid and feeling impulsive--I went ahead and bought it. But if anyone asks, I only borrowing it from a friend. I swear.

Now I have to go take a midterm. Even though I'm sick. And missed three of the eleven lectures this test covers. I blame my sister Melissa for always encouraging me to ditch class. See what you did? YOU'VE RUINED ME!!!!1

My One-hundred-and-seventy-fourth Post

I am late to church every week because I can't stand getting ready with three other people in the bathroom.

For heavens sake! I just want to brush my freaking teeth!

My One-hundred-and-seventy-third Post

So today is Halloween, in case you weren't aware. At work this morning, I pinned an "A" cut out of red fabric on my uniform. Very few people got it. My real costume for tonight will be a bit more recognizable, I hope.

On Friday I have an hour between the end of my shift and my only class of the day, so I was looking forward to chilling out and maybe reading the paper or something. My class had planned on making some hygiene kits today, though, and I had left the items I'd volunteered to bring at home.

*Sigh*

So I had to run home right after work to grab them. I was just going to head right back to campus, but I decided to check my email really quick first. Boy am I glad I did. My professor was not feeling well, and class was canceled! I mean, I'm sorry she's sick, but not that sorry. Weee! Now I can make billions of cookies for the awesome party tonight.

Also, as a Halloween treat, I give you this clip from 30 Rock:



You can listen to the whole thing here, if you like.