It's 3 AM and I'm wide awake. I hate how I'm ready to go to bed at 7 PM, and then I get a second wind and end up staying up half the night for no real reason.
Anyway, tonight I watched an episode of Millionaire Matchmaker and it's sent me on a lovely tornado of self-loathing. Normally, I love the snark that Millionaire Matchmaker brings to my life, but on tonight's episode, one of the millionaires was pretty chubby. No biggie, right? Except that you could tell the guy was super embarrassed about it and for crying out loud, he own a multi-million dollar MUFFIN business! (I never thought I'd say those words.) Anyway, one of the potential mates that was selected for him was a gym bunny and she was selected because she said she'd make a heavy guy go to the gym with her. Um, what? Call me crazy, but if you love someone, you're not supposed to want to change them, and if you do want to change them, then you're never going to be in love. Relationships 101.
Of course, instead of reacting like a normal person and feeling horrified for this girl, I reacted like the insecure skinny girl trapped in a fat girl's body I am. I've spent the last hour researching diets, fitness regimes, how to make certain body parts look skinnier than they are, and I even posted a question about which unattractive body part on a girl guys find least attractive. I measured my chest/waist too. I got too depressed by the numbers to even get to hips. I finally told two of my friends over the weekend what I weigh (only because one of them said her weight first, and even though I weigh more than she does, it gave me a smidgen of confidence) and they were both shocked by what I weigh. Apparently the number on the scale isn't an accurate representation of what I look like. I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Between seven years of figure skating and seven years of marching band, I've built up some serious muscles. They aren't going away either because they're in my legs and anytime I try to do cardio to lose fat, I end up working those muscles again and they go back to their happy place of being all large and toned. I realize that having muscle is an advantage because I can eat more than someone who weighs my weight and is mostly fat, and I'll burn off what I eat and she won't, but it still sucks. I still don't like what I see, in myself and on the scale. It's like every time I think about what I look like, I get bigger and bigger in my mind, like that kid in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
I'm also freaking out because I'm slowly starting to venture out in the world of dating again. I've never been this fat and found a boyfriend. I've never even been close. I always gain weight when I date someone, so if this is my starting point... eek! I don't know if I ever mentioned this, but I did reactivate my profile on OkCupid. Mostly it's been fruitless. Either the guys are creepy or not interested. But there have been a couple who I wouldn't mind dating. I just feel so ashamed of myself because even though I accurately represent myself in my pictures (they're all from the last year) and I haven't changed weight now in a year, I kind of wonder if these guys are really looking at my pictures. I mean, if I was a guy and I had to choose between a girl who looked like me, and basically anyone else, I'd probably go with the someone else, with a few exceptions. I'm starting to get to that dangerous point with a guy where we should probably meet in person, but I'm absolutely terrified to. He seems so nice and he's musical, and smart, and all-around amazing, but he's also really skinny. I bet you anything that if we do ever meet in person, it'll be the last time. And that's really unfortunate. I just wish I could lose 20 pounds in a week and not die. That would seriously solve my problem right now. The fact is, I don't know how to lose weight without doing damage to myself. I've tried everything I can think of. I've done Weight Watchers (twice! Jennifer Hudson lies... the most weight I lost on it was 6 pounds.) and I've been on Sparkpeople for ages. I've tried doing more cardio, eating less dairy, cutting out all desserts, and of course my personal favorite: the Diet Coke and crackers diet. I'm joking about that last one. Kind of. I've starting drinking water like a fish. I average around 72 ounces a day, not counting water absorbed in other drinks and food. It's doing nice things for my skin, but it doesn't fill me up. That's another lie I've been told.
So if you're a nice person, please help me. I'm out of ideas and I can't take looking like this much longer.
~ Christine
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Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
smatterings
You how you reach that certain level of drunk and you can hear everything really well? Not like a hangover where everything is fucking loud, but just drunk enough to be extremely aware of everything you hear. That's the point that I'm at in my cold. I'm not normally a loud eater, but now I can hear the food in my mouth crunching. It's a very odd feeling. Try this: Close your mouth and flick your tongue on the roof of your mouth (or your soft palate, if you're that talented). Typically, that sound should be pretty soft. For me, it sounds like footsteps. I'd rather be drunk.
I've discovered that this map business is a double edged sword. It's awesome because I get to see where the people who look at my blog generally live. But it doesn't get very specific about their location (I definitely live in Worthington, not Columbus) and it doesn't tell me who looks at it. Like the Columbus entries are basically anyone who lives in Franklin county. Not so helpful. Thank goodness it's pretty. I still want to know who in Grand Rapids and who in Chicago has been reading this. Come on people, show yourselves!
I'm in an angry-ish place. Bill finally pissed me off. Remember when I was feeling guilty for breaking up with him? Those feelings are completely gone now! He's been such an asshole to me recently, I don't care what he does to mess up his life any more than he already has. It's interesting... right after we broke up, I got a variety of responses. Some people were like, "Oh no! What happened?" and others were like, "Oh thank goodness you got rid of him!" One of my friends actually told me that he was glad that I stopped dating Bill because he thought I was settling. Several people told me that the whole time we were dating too. I didn't think it at the time, and I got really upset with those people, but now I'm starting to see that they're right. It wasn't even a hard thing to change for him to reach my level. All he had to do was have some semblance of social skills and make some friends. We even went to see I Love You Man when were went hiking in the Rockies last spring break. I hoped that he would get the hint, but no. It's just not normal for people to not have friends. Think about it. If a person has no friends, that means that no one takes an interest in them and that they don't take an interest in what other people do and say. That's the foundation of a romantic relationship! Anyway, now he's being incredibly mean and claiming that he was going to dump me before I dumped him. Right. New flash: When you're sobbing as your girlfriend dumps you, and your exact words are, "I thought we were getting better" you're not planning on dumping anyone. Sorry, but he cried too much for me to believe that. I hate it when guys cry, especially if I'm the cause of it. I don't care if you cry during Marley & Me; that shows that you have a soul. But crying over your failed relationship when it was mostly your fault to begin with? Where are your cajones?
I'm really tired of being at home. I've trained my body to expect to leave after being home for about a week, but this time I won't leave until August 29th. Yup. I finally got my move-in information for grad school! I have orientation on the 23rd, and my first class is on the 31st. It should be on the 30th, but I only have classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It makes me a little nervous that I have 3 classes and I'm only actually in class for about 5 hours in a week. One of my classes is an online class, but still... that's not a lot of time. And it probably means that I'm going to have a shit ton of work outside of class. So right now my weekends start on Thursdays after 5, and they run until Tuesdays at about 2ish. I didn't get an assistantship (Boo!) and as of right now, all of the jobs at the campus libraries are full, but I'm applying to work as a page in the library of the town ten minutes east of campus. It's not far, and I'm hoping that I'll be able to work through my fear of driving on winter roads before snow hits. I hate snow. Anyway, it's not much, but it's enough to pay for groceries and get me out of my apartment a little bit. I may try to pick up a campus job along the way too. Or maybe look into babysitting. Who knows!
I feel like this post is a marathon, but I've had a lot of time lately to sit around and think up things to say.
Since I lost my dental insurance in March, I've become increasingly more attentive to my teeth. I am super vigorous when it comes to brushing, and I spend tons of time on my gum line. I have a problem where I grind my teeth. In my sleep, when I'm stressed, when I'm driving, if I'm watching an intense episode of NCIS, it doesn't matter. I technically have a mouth guard I'm supposed to wear, but just like my retainer, I gave up on that after 6 months. I'm not even sure where it is now. I know it spent all of my senior year of college in the medicine cabinet in our bathroom, and I know I brought it home, but I haven't seen it since last summer. Anyway, when you grind your teeth, it's basically like you're pushing your teeth back into your gums, and it causes your gums to become inflamed and puffy. Try this: Take a mini marshmallow and a semi-sweet morsel like you would use to make chocolate chip cookies. Flip the morsel over so the pointy side is down and try to stick it into the marshmallow. BADA-BING! One inflamed gum line! Luckily, if I think about not grinding my teeth, I can control it, but that's not helpful when I sleep. This is where my magical friend mouthwash comes in. After fighting with my dentist over this problem for months (he kept insisting I wasn't brushing... I was, the puffiness was from my teeth being stupid), he caved and gave me prescription strength mouthwash. My next appointment all of the puffiness was gone. MAGIC! So now I'm an avid mouthwash user. This is why I had such a dilemma about whether or not to bring my mouthwash on the Western trip.
And I just wrote a long paragraph about my teeth. This is why I can't spend too much time in one place.
If you're looking for a laugh, or you just want to be creeped out, look through the personals ads on Craiglist. One guy I saw today bragged that he had a full time job, a car, an ex-wife, and a four-year-old son. Seriously. That's all he's bringing to the table? The novelty of owning your own car wears off for most people in the early part of college, and this guy was in his early 30s. Then again, he probably never went to college, and therefore missed that mark. Interesting observation: Most of the men seeking women posts in Columbus were from Grove City. Be ashamed of yourselves, Grovetucky!
Your best friend is not your girlfriend! (A cookie goes to whoever can tell me the artist and title for this lyric!)
~ Christine
I've discovered that this map business is a double edged sword. It's awesome because I get to see where the people who look at my blog generally live. But it doesn't get very specific about their location (I definitely live in Worthington, not Columbus) and it doesn't tell me who looks at it. Like the Columbus entries are basically anyone who lives in Franklin county. Not so helpful. Thank goodness it's pretty. I still want to know who in Grand Rapids and who in Chicago has been reading this. Come on people, show yourselves!
I'm in an angry-ish place. Bill finally pissed me off. Remember when I was feeling guilty for breaking up with him? Those feelings are completely gone now! He's been such an asshole to me recently, I don't care what he does to mess up his life any more than he already has. It's interesting... right after we broke up, I got a variety of responses. Some people were like, "Oh no! What happened?" and others were like, "Oh thank goodness you got rid of him!" One of my friends actually told me that he was glad that I stopped dating Bill because he thought I was settling. Several people told me that the whole time we were dating too. I didn't think it at the time, and I got really upset with those people, but now I'm starting to see that they're right. It wasn't even a hard thing to change for him to reach my level. All he had to do was have some semblance of social skills and make some friends. We even went to see I Love You Man when were went hiking in the Rockies last spring break. I hoped that he would get the hint, but no. It's just not normal for people to not have friends. Think about it. If a person has no friends, that means that no one takes an interest in them and that they don't take an interest in what other people do and say. That's the foundation of a romantic relationship! Anyway, now he's being incredibly mean and claiming that he was going to dump me before I dumped him. Right. New flash: When you're sobbing as your girlfriend dumps you, and your exact words are, "I thought we were getting better" you're not planning on dumping anyone. Sorry, but he cried too much for me to believe that. I hate it when guys cry, especially if I'm the cause of it. I don't care if you cry during Marley & Me; that shows that you have a soul. But crying over your failed relationship when it was mostly your fault to begin with? Where are your cajones?
I'm really tired of being at home. I've trained my body to expect to leave after being home for about a week, but this time I won't leave until August 29th. Yup. I finally got my move-in information for grad school! I have orientation on the 23rd, and my first class is on the 31st. It should be on the 30th, but I only have classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It makes me a little nervous that I have 3 classes and I'm only actually in class for about 5 hours in a week. One of my classes is an online class, but still... that's not a lot of time. And it probably means that I'm going to have a shit ton of work outside of class. So right now my weekends start on Thursdays after 5, and they run until Tuesdays at about 2ish. I didn't get an assistantship (Boo!) and as of right now, all of the jobs at the campus libraries are full, but I'm applying to work as a page in the library of the town ten minutes east of campus. It's not far, and I'm hoping that I'll be able to work through my fear of driving on winter roads before snow hits. I hate snow. Anyway, it's not much, but it's enough to pay for groceries and get me out of my apartment a little bit. I may try to pick up a campus job along the way too. Or maybe look into babysitting. Who knows!
I feel like this post is a marathon, but I've had a lot of time lately to sit around and think up things to say.
Since I lost my dental insurance in March, I've become increasingly more attentive to my teeth. I am super vigorous when it comes to brushing, and I spend tons of time on my gum line. I have a problem where I grind my teeth. In my sleep, when I'm stressed, when I'm driving, if I'm watching an intense episode of NCIS, it doesn't matter. I technically have a mouth guard I'm supposed to wear, but just like my retainer, I gave up on that after 6 months. I'm not even sure where it is now. I know it spent all of my senior year of college in the medicine cabinet in our bathroom, and I know I brought it home, but I haven't seen it since last summer. Anyway, when you grind your teeth, it's basically like you're pushing your teeth back into your gums, and it causes your gums to become inflamed and puffy. Try this: Take a mini marshmallow and a semi-sweet morsel like you would use to make chocolate chip cookies. Flip the morsel over so the pointy side is down and try to stick it into the marshmallow. BADA-BING! One inflamed gum line! Luckily, if I think about not grinding my teeth, I can control it, but that's not helpful when I sleep. This is where my magical friend mouthwash comes in. After fighting with my dentist over this problem for months (he kept insisting I wasn't brushing... I was, the puffiness was from my teeth being stupid), he caved and gave me prescription strength mouthwash. My next appointment all of the puffiness was gone. MAGIC! So now I'm an avid mouthwash user. This is why I had such a dilemma about whether or not to bring my mouthwash on the Western trip.
And I just wrote a long paragraph about my teeth. This is why I can't spend too much time in one place.
If you're looking for a laugh, or you just want to be creeped out, look through the personals ads on Craiglist. One guy I saw today bragged that he had a full time job, a car, an ex-wife, and a four-year-old son. Seriously. That's all he's bringing to the table? The novelty of owning your own car wears off for most people in the early part of college, and this guy was in his early 30s. Then again, he probably never went to college, and therefore missed that mark. Interesting observation: Most of the men seeking women posts in Columbus were from Grove City. Be ashamed of yourselves, Grovetucky!
Your best friend is not your girlfriend! (A cookie goes to whoever can tell me the artist and title for this lyric!)
~ Christine
Friday, May 14, 2010
there's no such thing as a shameless plug
Hi! I bet you all thought I wasn't gonna make my daily post for today. Or you don't give a damn. In that case, I say *pounds fist together, Gellar style*!
Anywhoodles, today I have discovered amazingness and less-than-amazingness. We'll start with the latter.
Back when I was a wee lass of 22, I made a voyage to the maiden land: Disney World. On this trip, one BFF of mine by the name of Jackie, had a snack treat with her that I had been intrigued by once before, but never actually consumed. Yes, I am talking about Snyder's Hot Buffalo Wing flavored pretzel bites. These pretzels make me do things and go places that I have only experienced while eating Chipotle and taking a really long nap. In the words of Ashlee Simpson, "You (it) make(s) me wanna la-la in the kitchen, on the floor." That's how amazing these pretzels are.
You know how some people have a weird uncle? Well, I have eaten the weird uncle of the buffalo wing pretzel, and I didn't enjoy it. Meet Snyder's Buttermilk Ranch flavored pretzel bites! I LOVE dipping regular pretzels into ranch dressing, so I bought these with the high hopes of finding yet another delectable treat, but I was sorely mistaken. To put it bluntly, they taste like the soap that would be shat out of an evil and sinister man on the Hidden Valley Ranch. So I am very saddened, and I recommend that if you are given the choice, ALWAYS PICK THE BUFFALO.
Onto my second discovery! This evening, I was shopping at Polaris with the same BFF by the name of Jackie, and now buffalo fame, and we stumbled upon a brand new store! It's called Charming Charlie, and charming doesn't even begin to cover it, but I don't think that naming a store "Fucking Awesome Store of Accessories and Pretty Colors" is a good marketing plan. The store is HUGE and everything is organized by color! Right now, the only location in Ohio is at Polaris, but their website lists lots of stores that are opening in the next 3 months, so I wouldn't be surprised if another location opened up in Ohio soon. So here is their website (again): http://www.charmingcharlie.com/ and if you're in Columbus, go to the store ASAP! And if you're not in Columbus, come sleep on my parent's couch and we'll go there together! We have color days at work (our scoring room has a lot of former teachers in it) and Monday's color is yellow. I don't own a single yellow thing in my wardrobe, aside from my high school graduation gown, so finding Charming Charlie was like an oasis in a sea of... nothing yellow to wear. So for my color day, here is what I bought:
Super cute, and cheap too! When we got to the store, the girl who greeted us said that nothing was more than $150, but we didn't see anything more than $40. These little beauties were $7.97! AND I found the type of eyeglass holder that I was looking for before the Eastern Trip, but I'm running out of time so I don't want to take a picture of it. But you should just know that this store is beautiful. If I knew ahead of time that their website doesn't have pictures of inside of their stores, I would have taken a picture, just so you could see the awesomeness!
Okay, I need to publish this before midnight...
Get on up, get on up, dance on the ceiling!
~Christine
Anywhoodles, today I have discovered amazingness and less-than-amazingness. We'll start with the latter.
Back when I was a wee lass of 22, I made a voyage to the maiden land: Disney World. On this trip, one BFF of mine by the name of Jackie, had a snack treat with her that I had been intrigued by once before, but never actually consumed. Yes, I am talking about Snyder's Hot Buffalo Wing flavored pretzel bites. These pretzels make me do things and go places that I have only experienced while eating Chipotle and taking a really long nap. In the words of Ashlee Simpson, "You (it) make(s) me wanna la-la in the kitchen, on the floor." That's how amazing these pretzels are.
You know how some people have a weird uncle? Well, I have eaten the weird uncle of the buffalo wing pretzel, and I didn't enjoy it. Meet Snyder's Buttermilk Ranch flavored pretzel bites! I LOVE dipping regular pretzels into ranch dressing, so I bought these with the high hopes of finding yet another delectable treat, but I was sorely mistaken. To put it bluntly, they taste like the soap that would be shat out of an evil and sinister man on the Hidden Valley Ranch. So I am very saddened, and I recommend that if you are given the choice, ALWAYS PICK THE BUFFALO.
Onto my second discovery! This evening, I was shopping at Polaris with the same BFF by the name of Jackie, and now buffalo fame, and we stumbled upon a brand new store! It's called Charming Charlie, and charming doesn't even begin to cover it, but I don't think that naming a store "Fucking Awesome Store of Accessories and Pretty Colors" is a good marketing plan. The store is HUGE and everything is organized by color! Right now, the only location in Ohio is at Polaris, but their website lists lots of stores that are opening in the next 3 months, so I wouldn't be surprised if another location opened up in Ohio soon. So here is their website (again): http://www.charmingcharlie.com/ and if you're in Columbus, go to the store ASAP! And if you're not in Columbus, come sleep on my parent's couch and we'll go there together! We have color days at work (our scoring room has a lot of former teachers in it) and Monday's color is yellow. I don't own a single yellow thing in my wardrobe, aside from my high school graduation gown, so finding Charming Charlie was like an oasis in a sea of... nothing yellow to wear. So for my color day, here is what I bought:
Super cute, and cheap too! When we got to the store, the girl who greeted us said that nothing was more than $150, but we didn't see anything more than $40. These little beauties were $7.97! AND I found the type of eyeglass holder that I was looking for before the Eastern Trip, but I'm running out of time so I don't want to take a picture of it. But you should just know that this store is beautiful. If I knew ahead of time that their website doesn't have pictures of inside of their stores, I would have taken a picture, just so you could see the awesomeness!
Okay, I need to publish this before midnight...
Get on up, get on up, dance on the ceiling!
~Christine
Sunday, May 2, 2010
I'm making up for yesterday's short post...
Sundays are becoming my least favorite day of the week. For one thing, there's the impending doom of the work week starting the next day. Plus Friday and Saturday are (usually) so awesome that Sunday just pales in comparison. And the last two Sundays have had really shitty weather, which wouldn't be so bad if I had anything to do today, but I didn't. Facebook wasn't around to distract me for hours on end, so I just watched hours of Friends. I love Friends, but I really hate it when TV shows end. Usually I cry. Even now, watching the last episode of Full House makes me really depressed, and that show's been off the air for 15 years! (and I repeat: when did I get old?!?) But Friends, oh man. I weep like a little child and I've only seen the last episode twice. That's all I can handle. So yes, in addition to poopy weather and poopy boredom, I had poopy sadness today too.
I'm debating on whether or not I want to attempt online dating again. The last time I was single, I joined a free dating site along with my friends Phil and Liz. They both had lots of success (although it was all temporary) but I only actually met two of the guys from the site. One of them I liked a lot, and we met up a couple of times, but we never made it out of the friend zone, and looking back, that was probably pretty wise. He's a nice guy, but we never had that spark. The other guy wasn't that great. We went out once and he spent the whole date texting his friends to make plans to go sing karaoke afterwards. Not cool. And then a few weeks later when we tried to make plans to go out again, he "got called into work" and after that I kinda gave up on him. Then I started dating Bill and completely forgot about the other guy, until I saw that he had unfriended me on Facebook. Awesome socks. So you can see why I have some reservations.
I re-activated my profile about a week and a half ago, but I haven't changed anything on it, including the part where it says Body Type: Skinny! Hahaha, right? But back then, I could claim myself as a skinny person. It also still has a whole bunch of stuff about how I wanted to be a band director. Yup, I really need to do some updating. But I'm still not 100% sure if I want to start that search again. I miss having someone there for me all of the time, but I'm not going to find that at the start of a new relationship. That's what friends are for. It's weird though, some of the simplest things are what I miss the most. I love having my hand held. I love hugs. Scratch that, I REALLY love hugs. I love how boys smell. I love having someone put their arm around my shoulder. I love snuggling into a boy's chest. But again, most of those things I'm not going to find at the beginning of a new relationship.
While I was looking through my external hard drive yesterday to find the recipe for buffalo chicken dip (that I had mistakenly transferred over there when I moved files a few weeks ago), I found my boyfriend requirements list from the last time I was single. Keep in mind that this was from my junior year of college:
Christine's Boyfriend Requirements (2007 Edition):
- single
- at least straight
- male
- dark brown/black or blonde hair (no redheads!)
- enjoys music
- little body hair (i.e. anything more than a happy trail on the torso is not acceptable. Leg hair is fine. Back hair is not.)
- good teeth (straight and none missing)
- sense of humor
- taller than me (5'7")
- not overweight
Ideally, He Should Also:
- look good in a polo shirt
- be a fan of the Buckeyes, Steelers, and Notre Dame
- be Catholic
- have nice looking feet (no hammertoes)
- be well-dressed and groomed
- have a normal sounding name (nothing too complicated/hard to pronounce)
- be understandable (in all forms of the word)
- sing, play piano, play guitar, or play some string instrument
Some of this is so ridiculous that it makes me laugh. Some of it is still pretty true. Some of it I think I may have been a smidge bit demanding. Anywho, I've decided to revise this list as I am back on the market (by the way, I really hate that phrase because it makes me feel like produce, but it's better than 'back in the saddle').
Christine's Boyfriend Requirements (2010 Edition):
- single
- straight
- male
- have brown or black hair
- be a music lover
- be a physically attractive person
- have a sense of humor
- be taller than me
- be in shape
- be an interesting person to talk to
- be intelligent
- respect women, especially treat his mother well
- be open minded
- have goals for himself
- care about me
- be honest with himself and others
- not have things that need to be fixed (this goes along with the common fact that I tend to date charity cases who either hate themselves, hate the world, or have mental health issues)
- have confidence
- be a fun person to spend time with
- take initiative
I guess you could say that I've upped the ante, but that's the point of dating different people. You're supposed to date people so you know what's important to you in a relationship and what isn't. If you constantly date the same types of people (*shifty eyes*) you're never going to know what you're missing out on.
Moving on... to today's special edition of SLIGHTLY INTOXICATED NAUGHTY HAIKU!
You may notice that this isn't in the usual black and white color scheme. I wrote this particular NAUGHTY HAIKU at Jackie's house last night at approximately 1:30 AM. Different words, different phrases, I had a good time. I'm not entirely sure what the bit about being a bigger boat is really getting at... maybe it's a reference to being the town bicycle? Go sniff some glue after smoking some feelings and let me know!~Christine
Saturday, May 1, 2010
mark your calendars!
DUM DUM DA DUM!!!
Today is a momentous day! Why? Because today starts the INTERNATIONAL MONTH OF DAILY BLOGGING! Okay, so it's only international in the World of Christine, which is a fictional place, similar to Narnia or Hogwarts, but equally awesome. Anyway, it's one of the things on my bucket list (along with giving up Facebook for a week), and blogging is a good way to absorb my time while I can't be on Facebook.
Soooo... today is my sister's senior prom. It seems like just yesterday that I was headed off to my senior prom (jilted by my recent ex) with another ex-boyfriend's friend because the ex-boyfriend was going with one of my besties. I know, complicated. Anyway, Puggle has grown up so fast! She's been trolling around the house with her hurr did, looking absolutely gorgeous. I'll post a pic or two tomorrow, or maybe on Twitter in a half hour or so.
Sorry this is short, but I need to get going... I have a busy evening ahead of me!
~Christine
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I should write things down more often...
Ta-da! I made my blog all pretty and fresh! I thought that it's time for a change, and the old look was so dark and blech, and let's face it, winter's over. If you're a blogging-type like me, you should check out the site where I found this layout. I posted their pretty pink graphic underneath my Formspring.me box. BEE TEE DUBS, I have been sorely lacking in questions from you fine folks recently. This makes me sad. I get the website to ask me a random question a day, but it's not the same! So show me your lovin' and ask away, por favor.
I am slightly disappointed in myself. I came up with a super fantastic idea last night while I was watching Glee, but then I went to sleep last night and I woke up and forgot 1/3 of my idea! Anyway, the basic idea was the stereotypical dumb jock on TV.
Exhibit A: Dean from Gilmore Girls:
Exhibit B: Finn from Glee:
First off, the physical similarities are uncanny. Same floppy brown hair, same doey eyes. Both are tall and broad shouldered. Both are high school boys.
Then there's their bizarre relationship histories. Dean dated Rory, dumped Rory because she didn't say 'I love you' after three months of dating (in high school!) then got back together with Rory, then became insanely jealous of Rory's friendship with Jess, then dumped Rory at the end of a 24 hour dance marathon because the insane jealousy overtook him. Then after he dated and married Lindsay in under a year, he cheated on his new wife with Rory multiple times, Lindsay found out, divorced Dean, and then Dean and Rory continued to date, until Rory's grandparents had a party and he saw her *gasp* TALKING TO OTHER BOYS. Dean Forrester, you are one nutty cashew.
I don't know nearly as much about Finn's relationships as I do Dean's, but Glee's only been on the air for half of a season. So far, Finn was convinced by his now ex-girlfriend Quinn (and can I just take a second to say that dating someone whose name rhymes with your own is WEIRD.) that he got her pregnant by making out in a hot tub. That's right. He was that stupid. Maybe he didn't have health class in high school yet, but even still, I knew what needs to happen to make a baby when I was in 5th grade. Finally, Quinn comes clean and then Finn dates Rachel, dumps Rachel, dates two other cheerleaders at the same time, then tries to get back together with Rachel twice. And that's just from last night's episode! So yes. Another basket case on the loose.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
this one's a rambler! reel her in!
Hi all,
At the incessant prodding of my dearlingest, darlingest younger sister, I'm writing again in the same week! Woo! I thought about making an organized entry about each of the links on the side, but I've decided that you should just look at them because they're all awesome. 'Nuff said.
And then she turns off of the road of normalcy and onto the foottrail of insanity...
Hi again! Time for some rambling! So here's the dillyo: remember about a week ago when I said that I needed to hire to people to fix my life? It turns out that my sister actually has some of those people. We were talking earlier and we noticed that we both refer to our doctors by the body parts they fix (Dr. Tummy, Dr. Brain, Dr. Foot, Dr. Vagina, etc.). I mean really, who has the time to keep track of their names? You know what they need to fix and generally as they're poking and prodding at that body part, you remember what they look like. So even though my podiatrist's name is Dr. Mehl, he will always be Dr. Foot to me because I remember the intense amount of pain he caused my foot. Yes, I have a podiatrist. Yes, I am quite possibly the youngest patient in that office. No, I am not a Golden Buckeye. Katie also pointed out that when she refers to Dr. Brain as Dr. Brain to people outside our family, they think she's insane. She's not insane (at least not from that.... HAHAHA I LUFF YOU PUGGLE!), but about a year and a half ago she was diagnosed with intercranial hypertension aka pseudotumors. Basically the pressure in her brain is off and it builds up in certain areas (like in her case, on her optical nerve) and it causes the brain to think that it has tumors. Fun stuff.
Why do I feel like I'm constantly blogging about doctors? I feel like my Grandma. I know! I'll tell you all about my experience with the other end of the spectrum of life today! I babysat the world's cutest baby! I love how babies smell. It's like formula and powder and laundry detergent all rolled into one chubby package. As much as I like the preschool age, babies are a thousand times easier in some ways. Also, girls>boys. BY FAR. I hope I don't have more than one boy someday when I grow up. They are rambunctious and they always want to take off their clothes. I don't understand that one. Little girls never want to show off their privates. It's like males are chemically told to boast about their (little) man bits from an early age. Therefore, boys are dumb. GIRL POWER!
I love HGTV. I don't know if I've mentioned that before, but I could (and have) watch(ed) that channel for hours on end. I love love love House Hunters, especially when it's rich Southerners. I've decided that if I can't be black, I want to be a rich Southerner. I want to live in a giant house in Mobile or San Antonio or Atlanta and I want to sit in my air conditioned bonus room and drink a mint julep while I watch the kiddies play in the pool. Actually, HGTV is good when I'm babysitting too, because if the kids wake up and wander down to the room where the TV is, I never run a risk of there being something not appropriate for them to see/hear. Honestly, is there any show on MTV or E! that's below TV-14? Doubtful. But with HGTV, I'm learning life skills (like that wallpaper and paint can be easily fixed, but it's much more difficult to add on another room) and I get to look at pretty houses while I'm in a pretty house! Houses have always fascinated me. When I was little, I would draw out floorplans on drawing paper, even showing where the furniture would go. And look at me playing The Sims 1, 2, and 3 for the last decade! My favorite part (other than torturing people) is building and decorating houses!
I feel like this is a sufficient post to satisy Katie's bitching. Plus, my sketchy-ass internet has died on me about four times while writing this, so I'm going to go now before I lose my ramblings. Wouldn't that be sad, right? RIGHT?
~Christine
At the incessant prodding of my dearlingest, darlingest younger sister, I'm writing again in the same week! Woo! I thought about making an organized entry about each of the links on the side, but I've decided that you should just look at them because they're all awesome. 'Nuff said.
And then she turns off of the road of normalcy and onto the foottrail of insanity...
Hi again! Time for some rambling! So here's the dillyo: remember about a week ago when I said that I needed to hire to people to fix my life? It turns out that my sister actually has some of those people. We were talking earlier and we noticed that we both refer to our doctors by the body parts they fix (Dr. Tummy, Dr. Brain, Dr. Foot, Dr. Vagina, etc.). I mean really, who has the time to keep track of their names? You know what they need to fix and generally as they're poking and prodding at that body part, you remember what they look like. So even though my podiatrist's name is Dr. Mehl, he will always be Dr. Foot to me because I remember the intense amount of pain he caused my foot. Yes, I have a podiatrist. Yes, I am quite possibly the youngest patient in that office. No, I am not a Golden Buckeye. Katie also pointed out that when she refers to Dr. Brain as Dr. Brain to people outside our family, they think she's insane. She's not insane (at least not from that.... HAHAHA I LUFF YOU PUGGLE!), but about a year and a half ago she was diagnosed with intercranial hypertension aka pseudotumors. Basically the pressure in her brain is off and it builds up in certain areas (like in her case, on her optical nerve) and it causes the brain to think that it has tumors. Fun stuff.
Why do I feel like I'm constantly blogging about doctors? I feel like my Grandma. I know! I'll tell you all about my experience with the other end of the spectrum of life today! I babysat the world's cutest baby! I love how babies smell. It's like formula and powder and laundry detergent all rolled into one chubby package. As much as I like the preschool age, babies are a thousand times easier in some ways. Also, girls>boys. BY FAR. I hope I don't have more than one boy someday when I grow up. They are rambunctious and they always want to take off their clothes. I don't understand that one. Little girls never want to show off their privates. It's like males are chemically told to boast about their (little) man bits from an early age. Therefore, boys are dumb. GIRL POWER!
I love HGTV. I don't know if I've mentioned that before, but I could (and have) watch(ed) that channel for hours on end. I love love love House Hunters, especially when it's rich Southerners. I've decided that if I can't be black, I want to be a rich Southerner. I want to live in a giant house in Mobile or San Antonio or Atlanta and I want to sit in my air conditioned bonus room and drink a mint julep while I watch the kiddies play in the pool. Actually, HGTV is good when I'm babysitting too, because if the kids wake up and wander down to the room where the TV is, I never run a risk of there being something not appropriate for them to see/hear. Honestly, is there any show on MTV or E! that's below TV-14? Doubtful. But with HGTV, I'm learning life skills (like that wallpaper and paint can be easily fixed, but it's much more difficult to add on another room) and I get to look at pretty houses while I'm in a pretty house! Houses have always fascinated me. When I was little, I would draw out floorplans on drawing paper, even showing where the furniture would go. And look at me playing The Sims 1, 2, and 3 for the last decade! My favorite part (other than torturing people) is building and decorating houses!
I feel like this is a sufficient post to satisy Katie's bitching. Plus, my sketchy-ass internet has died on me about four times while writing this, so I'm going to go now before I lose my ramblings. Wouldn't that be sad, right? RIGHT?
~Christine
Saturday, August 15, 2009
I dream of... NCIS?
In honor of the NCIS related dream I had last night (involving someone on the show who I didn't even know I had a 5th grade crush on!) I've decided I'm going to express my dreams that I have for NCIS in the coming seasons. I feel pretty safe using the plural of 'season' because let's face it, NCIS isn't going anywhere! Okay, so these dreams are a little more specific than the usual McAbby/Tiva/Bring Jenny back from the dead! dreams.
1. Fatty autopsy
I want Ducky and Palmer to perform an autopsy on someone who is severely overweight. Not just "I ate too much at Thanksgiving dinner" fat, but morbidly obese and in desperate need of a lap-band. Think of it, they slice the person open and then have to dig through mounds of fat! It would be such a challenge! I know all the Hollywood-types are twigs, and Sailors and Marines are physically fit too, but not everyone who's a victim is supposed to be skinny.
2. "It's a dead body... whatevs!"
You know how at the beginning of the episode, you either learn how the murder/crime happened, or you see the person discover that there was a murder/crime? Well, the person who always finds it either screams or looks horrified. Just once, I want the person who finds the body to be like "It's a dead guy. Okay." Or even better, be grotesquely fascinated with it!
3. This is one doodle that can't be undone, home skillet!
Last (for now) I want one of the ladies to have to go through pregnancy on the job. Ziva would be more of a challenge with this, since she's a trained killer and all. But even Abby would be fun, especially if it was McGee's baby! (okay, I know I said no McAbby, but I couldn't help that one) Oh man, and since Gibbs views Abby kind of like the daughter he never had (or rather, had, but lost) this baby would be almost like his pseudo-grandchild! Crazy!
That's my list for now, but you can be sure that if I think of more, I'll post them.
Now for a bit of whining. I hurt. My left shoulder has been cramping, my right hand is sore, can't grip anything, and my inner right elbow hurts too. I can't carry anything in my right hand, which has made general life pretty interesting. Okay, that's all for whining.
Good news! This afternoon my Dad and I went to the Worthington Rec Center and re-signed me up for membership. So now I have someplace to work out! Yay!
~ Christine
1. Fatty autopsy
I want Ducky and Palmer to perform an autopsy on someone who is severely overweight. Not just "I ate too much at Thanksgiving dinner" fat, but morbidly obese and in desperate need of a lap-band. Think of it, they slice the person open and then have to dig through mounds of fat! It would be such a challenge! I know all the Hollywood-types are twigs, and Sailors and Marines are physically fit too, but not everyone who's a victim is supposed to be skinny.
2. "It's a dead body... whatevs!"
You know how at the beginning of the episode, you either learn how the murder/crime happened, or you see the person discover that there was a murder/crime? Well, the person who always finds it either screams or looks horrified. Just once, I want the person who finds the body to be like "It's a dead guy. Okay." Or even better, be grotesquely fascinated with it!
3. This is one doodle that can't be undone, home skillet!
Last (for now) I want one of the ladies to have to go through pregnancy on the job. Ziva would be more of a challenge with this, since she's a trained killer and all. But even Abby would be fun, especially if it was McGee's baby! (okay, I know I said no McAbby, but I couldn't help that one) Oh man, and since Gibbs views Abby kind of like the daughter he never had (or rather, had, but lost) this baby would be almost like his pseudo-grandchild! Crazy!
That's my list for now, but you can be sure that if I think of more, I'll post them.
Now for a bit of whining. I hurt. My left shoulder has been cramping, my right hand is sore, can't grip anything, and my inner right elbow hurts too. I can't carry anything in my right hand, which has made general life pretty interesting. Okay, that's all for whining.
Good news! This afternoon my Dad and I went to the Worthington Rec Center and re-signed me up for membership. So now I have someplace to work out! Yay!
~ Christine
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
working woman?
Today is my Grandma's birthday. I'm not really sure how this is going to go. She hasn't spent a birthday apart from my Grandpa in over 57 years.
Enough sadness! As of yesterday, I officially restarted my job hunt. So far, I have nothing. But I do have a list of j0bs that I wouldn't mind.
Jobs That Won't Cause Me To Hate My Life (I Hope):
1. Professional person working for a professional symphony orchestra
2. Music librarian working for a professional symphony orchestra
3. Author
4. Front desk person at a hotel (as long as the hotel is nice and not in a seedy part of town)
5. Daycare person
6. Work for Disney!
7. Work at a bookstore
So we'll have to see how this all works out for me. I do need to find something kinda soon so I can start saving so I can pay back student loans and move out of my parents' house. Plus, I have to start to want to work. Right now, I just don't feel like it. I would be perfectly happy hanging out at home for awhile.
Oh, and I have to lose some weight!! All the food that nice people have dropped off at our house has caused me to gain weight. I don't have a place for my scale in my house, but I can feel it in me that I'm porking up again. Yesterday, my mom jokingly told me to go on a crash diet. I reminded her that while I lost 35 pounds doing that the last time, I also surivived on one meal a day and lots of diet coke. Not really healthy eating at all. The scariest thing is that the last time I remember being happy with how I looked was probably... well, just weight, I liked me my freshman year of high school. But actual physical appearance was my senior year of high school. Ugh. Fail.
~ Christine
Enough sadness! As of yesterday, I officially restarted my job hunt. So far, I have nothing. But I do have a list of j0bs that I wouldn't mind.
Jobs That Won't Cause Me To Hate My Life (I Hope):
1. Professional person working for a professional symphony orchestra
2. Music librarian working for a professional symphony orchestra
3. Author
4. Front desk person at a hotel (as long as the hotel is nice and not in a seedy part of town)
5. Daycare person
6. Work for Disney!
7. Work at a bookstore
So we'll have to see how this all works out for me. I do need to find something kinda soon so I can start saving so I can pay back student loans and move out of my parents' house. Plus, I have to start to want to work. Right now, I just don't feel like it. I would be perfectly happy hanging out at home for awhile.
Oh, and I have to lose some weight!! All the food that nice people have dropped off at our house has caused me to gain weight. I don't have a place for my scale in my house, but I can feel it in me that I'm porking up again. Yesterday, my mom jokingly told me to go on a crash diet. I reminded her that while I lost 35 pounds doing that the last time, I also surivived on one meal a day and lots of diet coke. Not really healthy eating at all. The scariest thing is that the last time I remember being happy with how I looked was probably... well, just weight, I liked me my freshman year of high school. But actual physical appearance was my senior year of high school. Ugh. Fail.
~ Christine
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
sorry, survey
I messed up, and I'm sorry I was being difficult. Almost everyone I know was having a bad day yesterday, and I was one of those people. Maybe it was a full moon? In any case, today is a new day, and even though it'a raining, it's going to be a better day because I won't be spending my entire day filling out job applications and therefore become grouchy.
Good news! My rose plant that I got from Bill for Valentine's day is making a comeback! I bought it some super awesome plant food when Erin and I went shopping for Mo's birthday plant a couple of weeks ago, and it's turning greener now. Still some dead/dying bits of it, but the part that's alive looks amost normal again.
I have an hour until work, and since my direct deposit paycheck thing didn't work this pay period, I didn't go to the store to buy The Sims 3 yet. So I'm awake and bored. Naturally, the best way to cure boredom is to fill out a pointless survey about myself. UGH! So clearly, I copied this from... somewhere, and it's one of those supid surveys where there are large chunks of numbers mising. So either the person answering before me didn't like some of the questions, or the person making it can't count. Fantastic.
My Life In 200 Questions
200. My middle name is: Marie
199. I was born in: 1987
198. I am really: hungry, I'm waiting to eat at work
197. My cell phone company is: Verizon
196. My eye color is: brown
194. My ring size is: 7
193. My height is: 5'7"
192. I am allergic to: penicillin, grass, trees, dander, mold, cat litter, pollen, and possibly the cheese that they use at Milano's, I think it's ricotta
191. I was born: as a splotchy baby!
190. I am annoyed by: bitches
189. Last book you read: Marley & Me
188. My bed is: big, for once!
187: One thing you hate about yourself: I get angry a lot
179. My favorite holiday is: Christmas
177. The last cd I bought was: The Veronicas
175. Are you living at home? nope
174. Do you have any siblings: cha... Katiekins and Mikey!
173. Are your parents divorced: nope
170. What did you do today: woke up, weighed myself, went to the bathroom, weighed myself again, checked email, wrote email, changed things on my twitter, got on facebook, ate a banana, creeped on facebook, now I'm here!
::I Believe In:::
142. Love at first sight: nope
141. Good Luck: yes
140. Fate: yes
139. Yourself: sometimes
138. Aliens: nope
137. Heaven: yes
136.The boogie man: do I believe that there are creepy men? yes
135. Ghosts: yes
134. Horoscopes: nope, but they're still fun to read!
133. Soul mates: yes
:::Which is Better:::
129. Hugs or Kisses: it depends, sometimes I just really need a hug
127. Phone or Online: online with webcam!
125. Blondes or Brunettes: I think it's weird to call boys with brown hair brunettes, but yes, brown haired boys
124. Hot or cold: cold *sings Katy Perry*
123. Summer or winter: summer
122. Fall or Spring: spring
121. Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate
120. Night or Day: day
119. Oranges or Apples: apples
118. Curly or Straight hair: curly
116. Abortion: I'm pro-life
115. Backstabbers: worse than your run-of-the-mill bitch
Last time:
114. Had food? an hour ago
101. Saw someone I haven't seen in awhile: I saw Liz and Jackie and Annie on Saturday!
100. Cried in front of someone: when I moved out of ArtStreet... who knew that I would cry, it's not like I liked living there!
90. Who is the ditziest person you know: Ashley, hands down, but I love her for it
87. The last movie I saw: Fool's Gold
82. What I don't understand is: why fat women are attractive to some guys
76. Something I always really miss is: marching band. and figure skating.
75. The thing that I'm looking forward to the most is: Seeing Bill in a month!
74. The thing that I'm not looking forward to is: Reunion Weekend...
73. Tomorrow: I have work, and then class
72. Today: I have work, and then homework
71. Next Summer: holy crap, I'm not even sure what I'll be doing in 2 months!
70. Next Weekend: is Reunion Weekend
67. People call me: Tine, Teeny, Stine Bean, Christinabelle (thanks Dad), Ging, Stine
60. The most difficult thing to do is: give up on something you believed in
59. I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope
55. The first person i talked to today was: no one... actually I don't think I've spoken since I woke up
54. First time you had a crush: Cabot Rea... I was 3. Foxy news anchor!
53. The one person who i can't hide things from: I hide something from everyone, but Bill's probably the hardest
52. Last time someone said something you were thinking: yesterday... Ashley knows what's in my head... she's a psych major!
53. Right now im talking to? no one
50. What is your dream job? be a mom
49. First real job: Atlanta Bread Company
48. I have/will have a job at: Marianist Hall
47. I have these pets: Princess FooFoo
46. I wish: I knew what I was doing in August
45. The worst sound in the world: car accidents
44. The person that makes me cry the most is: me, I bring a lot of it on myself
43. Best sound in the world: Bill's voice
41. Do you like video games? certain ones
39. Something that makes you happy: being with Bill
35. Florida or Hawaii: Hawaii (isn't this in the wrong section?)
33. My favorite piece of clothing: my new Reef flip flops
31. Last time I cried: a month ago
30. My friends: are amazing, even though they're scattered
29. My computer is: beautiful!!
28. The school I go to is: UD
27. Last person I got mad at is: Bill
22. The all-time best movie is: Beauty and the Beast.... or Apollo 13
21. The all-time best feeling in the world is: being held
17. I lose all respect for people who: are dishonest
16. The movie I cried at was: We Are Marshall never fails to get me
14. TV channels you watch: TLC, E!, MTV, VH1, Discovery, Lifetime
13. Favorite web site: people.com
12. I like/love: this is a dumb question. Liking and loving are two separate things!
11. The worst pain I was ever in was: when I was hospitalized my senior year
10. My favorite word is: amazing. or fuck.
9. My room is: big, for the first time since sophomore year!
8. My favorite celebrity is: I can't pick just one!
5. My weakness is: food
4. What I first notice about the opposite sex is? hair
3. Who broke your heart? I don't think I've ever been truly heartbroken... but maybe Kevin
2. One thing that makes you feel great is: buying things
1. One person that you wish you could see right now: Bill
Okay, so now I have half an hour until work, which means I really need to get ready. Peace out!
~ Christine
Good news! My rose plant that I got from Bill for Valentine's day is making a comeback! I bought it some super awesome plant food when Erin and I went shopping for Mo's birthday plant a couple of weeks ago, and it's turning greener now. Still some dead/dying bits of it, but the part that's alive looks amost normal again.
I have an hour until work, and since my direct deposit paycheck thing didn't work this pay period, I didn't go to the store to buy The Sims 3 yet. So I'm awake and bored. Naturally, the best way to cure boredom is to fill out a pointless survey about myself. UGH! So clearly, I copied this from... somewhere, and it's one of those supid surveys where there are large chunks of numbers mising. So either the person answering before me didn't like some of the questions, or the person making it can't count. Fantastic.
My Life In 200 Questions
200. My middle name is: Marie
199. I was born in: 1987
198. I am really: hungry, I'm waiting to eat at work
197. My cell phone company is: Verizon
196. My eye color is: brown
194. My ring size is: 7
193. My height is: 5'7"
192. I am allergic to: penicillin, grass, trees, dander, mold, cat litter, pollen, and possibly the cheese that they use at Milano's, I think it's ricotta
191. I was born: as a splotchy baby!
190. I am annoyed by: bitches
189. Last book you read: Marley & Me
188. My bed is: big, for once!
187: One thing you hate about yourself: I get angry a lot
179. My favorite holiday is: Christmas
177. The last cd I bought was: The Veronicas
175. Are you living at home? nope
174. Do you have any siblings: cha... Katiekins and Mikey!
173. Are your parents divorced: nope
170. What did you do today: woke up, weighed myself, went to the bathroom, weighed myself again, checked email, wrote email, changed things on my twitter, got on facebook, ate a banana, creeped on facebook, now I'm here!
::I Believe In:::
142. Love at first sight: nope
141. Good Luck: yes
140. Fate: yes
139. Yourself: sometimes
138. Aliens: nope
137. Heaven: yes
136.The boogie man: do I believe that there are creepy men? yes
135. Ghosts: yes
134. Horoscopes: nope, but they're still fun to read!
133. Soul mates: yes
:::Which is Better:::
129. Hugs or Kisses: it depends, sometimes I just really need a hug
127. Phone or Online: online with webcam!
125. Blondes or Brunettes: I think it's weird to call boys with brown hair brunettes, but yes, brown haired boys
124. Hot or cold: cold *sings Katy Perry*
123. Summer or winter: summer
122. Fall or Spring: spring
121. Chocolate or vanilla: chocolate
120. Night or Day: day
119. Oranges or Apples: apples
118. Curly or Straight hair: curly
116. Abortion: I'm pro-life
115. Backstabbers: worse than your run-of-the-mill bitch
Last time:
114. Had food? an hour ago
101. Saw someone I haven't seen in awhile: I saw Liz and Jackie and Annie on Saturday!
100. Cried in front of someone: when I moved out of ArtStreet... who knew that I would cry, it's not like I liked living there!
90. Who is the ditziest person you know: Ashley, hands down, but I love her for it
87. The last movie I saw: Fool's Gold
82. What I don't understand is: why fat women are attractive to some guys
76. Something I always really miss is: marching band. and figure skating.
75. The thing that I'm looking forward to the most is: Seeing Bill in a month!
74. The thing that I'm not looking forward to is: Reunion Weekend...
73. Tomorrow: I have work, and then class
72. Today: I have work, and then homework
71. Next Summer: holy crap, I'm not even sure what I'll be doing in 2 months!
70. Next Weekend: is Reunion Weekend
67. People call me: Tine, Teeny, Stine Bean, Christinabelle (thanks Dad), Ging, Stine
60. The most difficult thing to do is: give up on something you believed in
59. I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope
55. The first person i talked to today was: no one... actually I don't think I've spoken since I woke up
54. First time you had a crush: Cabot Rea... I was 3. Foxy news anchor!
53. The one person who i can't hide things from: I hide something from everyone, but Bill's probably the hardest
52. Last time someone said something you were thinking: yesterday... Ashley knows what's in my head... she's a psych major!
53. Right now im talking to? no one
50. What is your dream job? be a mom
49. First real job: Atlanta Bread Company
48. I have/will have a job at: Marianist Hall
47. I have these pets: Princess FooFoo
46. I wish: I knew what I was doing in August
45. The worst sound in the world: car accidents
44. The person that makes me cry the most is: me, I bring a lot of it on myself
43. Best sound in the world: Bill's voice
41. Do you like video games? certain ones
39. Something that makes you happy: being with Bill
35. Florida or Hawaii: Hawaii (isn't this in the wrong section?)
33. My favorite piece of clothing: my new Reef flip flops
31. Last time I cried: a month ago
30. My friends: are amazing, even though they're scattered
29. My computer is: beautiful!!
28. The school I go to is: UD
27. Last person I got mad at is: Bill
22. The all-time best movie is: Beauty and the Beast.... or Apollo 13
21. The all-time best feeling in the world is: being held
17. I lose all respect for people who: are dishonest
16. The movie I cried at was: We Are Marshall never fails to get me
14. TV channels you watch: TLC, E!, MTV, VH1, Discovery, Lifetime
13. Favorite web site: people.com
12. I like/love: this is a dumb question. Liking and loving are two separate things!
11. The worst pain I was ever in was: when I was hospitalized my senior year
10. My favorite word is: amazing. or fuck.
9. My room is: big, for the first time since sophomore year!
8. My favorite celebrity is: I can't pick just one!
5. My weakness is: food
4. What I first notice about the opposite sex is? hair
3. Who broke your heart? I don't think I've ever been truly heartbroken... but maybe Kevin
2. One thing that makes you feel great is: buying things
1. One person that you wish you could see right now: Bill
Okay, so now I have half an hour until work, which means I really need to get ready. Peace out!
~ Christine
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Food in a Cup = FIAC
Today at work, I was talking with my boss about food, and she accused me of having a thing for food in a cup. I can't tell a lie, this is true. Food in cups is the dreamchild of college students and the creator of the microwave. Sadly, one of my favorite foods does not come in cup form yet, and that is Betty Crocker's Suddenly Pasta Salad. DELISH. However with no stove, I cannot make said pasta goodness, and because I cannot have it, I lust after it frequently. Anyway, here are some of my favorite foods in a cup. Do I endorse them? Hell yeah! I'm not even getting paid, haha.
1. Easy Mac
Oh so delectable, Easy Mac became even easier by including the needed bowl in order to make it. Plus, there's an incredible variety of flavors! Just today, I learned that there's a mexican/taco flavor.
Stuffing is on my top 10 list of favorite foods, but until this fall, I could only eat it at Thanksgiving when ma momma makes it. BUT NOW all it takes is a splash of water and 45 seconds in the microwave, and voila! Instant stuffing! I vote for mashed potatoes and gravy in cups as well.
3. Pudding/jello
It's basically the same thing, so you're getting one pic. Imagine the chocolate parts are really tropical fruit colors and it's Jello. Anyway, this is a classic FIAC (food in a cup), my hunch is that it was the pioneer FIAC. A zillion years later, it's still low cal and yummy.
1. Easy Mac
Oh so delectable, Easy Mac became even easier by including the needed bowl in order to make it. Plus, there's an incredible variety of flavors! Just today, I learned that there's a mexican/taco flavor.
2. Stove Top Stuffing Cups
Stuffing is on my top 10 list of favorite foods, but until this fall, I could only eat it at Thanksgiving when ma momma makes it. BUT NOW all it takes is a splash of water and 45 seconds in the microwave, and voila! Instant stuffing! I vote for mashed potatoes and gravy in cups as well.3. Pudding/jello
It's basically the same thing, so you're getting one pic. Imagine the chocolate parts are really tropical fruit colors and it's Jello. Anyway, this is a classic FIAC (food in a cup), my hunch is that it was the pioneer FIAC. A zillion years later, it's still low cal and yummy.
4. PearsCall me an old lady, but these are just the handiest little fruit servings ever! I buy them compulsively, and then don't eat them, so endorsing them probably wouldn't be the best thing. However, on the occasion that I'm craving fruit and I ran out of bananas, they do the trick
5. Healthy Choice Fresh Mixers
Okay, okay. So I know this isn't technically a cup, it's more of a bowl. However, it's amazing, so I'm going to count it. It doesn't need to be refrigerated, and it's one of the tastiest FIAC I've come across. Healthy Choice in general is becoming one of my favorite food brands, since I'm trying to less of a fat kid. I'm a fan of the mixer pictured, Southwestern Style Chicken, and of their Sweet and Sour Chicken. Mmm... chicken.
There you have it. My favorite FIAC. So all you poor college students, or anyone who doesn't have a fridge, but has a microwave, go crazy the next time you go grocery shopping!
In other news, I'm a bad girlfriend. I have now forgotten two days in a row to mention that Tuesday was my 1 year anniversary with Bill! It seems kinda crazy that it's been a whole year. Anyway, happy belated anniversary (hey, at least I told him over the phone!) to Billfriend and I!
~ Christine
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
bits and pieces
I seem to be in a Wednesday rut. Hmm no good.
This is going to be an entry of little bits that probably don't connect to each other. Sorry, I don't have enough to write one cohesive thought.
I am living in a dorm this summer. I hate living in a dorm again. First of all, it DOES have air conditioning, which is a HUGE plus compared to Stuart last summer, and since this year I'm not dating a supervisor who lives in an apartment on campus (no, Bill and I haven't broken up, he's still in Denver, silly!), it's now even more important to me. However, renovated rooms come at a cost. They took out the sinks in the rooms. This might not seem like a big deal, but it is. Brushing my teeth, washing my face, doing dishes, and making coffee all involve using the contaminated bathroom sink. GROSS. That brings me to another issue. Dorm showers. Thankfully, the bathrooms are also renovated and have only a year of germs built-up on the walls as opposed to 50 years. However, showering while wearing shoes is not good, and the water temperature varies from scalding to frigid.
I'm on a quest to collect all 8 seasons of Full House on DVD. Presently I have 1 and 2. Right now, I'm watching the end of season 2, way back when MK&A weren't sickly or stealing clothes from homeless people. Instead, they were at the perfect TV child age of approximately 2 1/2. Cute, walking, talking, but not talking enough to be annoying like Stephanie Tanner many times. I want to borrow a 2 1/2 year old for an afternoon. Throw in a puppy too, just for kicks.
In addition to the Full House quest, I have a new favorite scent. It's a candle that I got for Easter from Yankee Candle. It's called Island Getaway and it's the perfect mix of fresh air, sunblock, and salt water. I love it. I want to have my places I live smell like it forever. Unfortunately, I can't find it on the Yankee Candle website, and until I do, I'm not going to burn it. Instead, I take the lid off the jar and sniff it like gasoline. Erm...
Sad news. My Aunt Amy got laid off today. This recession thing is really dragging me down. *sniffs candle to forget my problems* Word on Facebook is that 17% of my graduating class got a job. Let's reiterate: 17% That means that in a class of approximately 1400 students, 238 of us got a job. Definately not for a lack of trying either. So many people I'm friends with haven't even gotten an interview (such as myself). My parent's house is starting to become more and more realistic...
This kind of ties in with my next point. Bill might not be staying in Denver next year after all. It's a complicated story that's really his business, and my business, but not your business. If you want to know, ask and I'll tell, just not online. Anywho, Habitat had changed where they post their Americorps openings from the Americorps site to their own website. Knowing this information, Bill discovered that there is an opening in Troy, several in C-bus, and even one in Cleveland. SO I might not be moving far, far away after all. There's always that chance that he'll stay, but I'm thinking it's not as likely as I thought. Let the job hunt move to the Eastern Time Zone!
Oh, I think I'm orange. Ashley doesn't seem to think so, but I tried a self-tanner and I'm not really used to being... not pale. I feel thinner, which is nice. But it kind of freaks me out a little bit. I did mess up on my left foot though. I've consistently forgotten about my toes. Whoops. So my little piggies are still pink. C'est la vie.
~ Christine
This is going to be an entry of little bits that probably don't connect to each other. Sorry, I don't have enough to write one cohesive thought.
I am living in a dorm this summer. I hate living in a dorm again. First of all, it DOES have air conditioning, which is a HUGE plus compared to Stuart last summer, and since this year I'm not dating a supervisor who lives in an apartment on campus (no, Bill and I haven't broken up, he's still in Denver, silly!), it's now even more important to me. However, renovated rooms come at a cost. They took out the sinks in the rooms. This might not seem like a big deal, but it is. Brushing my teeth, washing my face, doing dishes, and making coffee all involve using the contaminated bathroom sink. GROSS. That brings me to another issue. Dorm showers. Thankfully, the bathrooms are also renovated and have only a year of germs built-up on the walls as opposed to 50 years. However, showering while wearing shoes is not good, and the water temperature varies from scalding to frigid.
I'm on a quest to collect all 8 seasons of Full House on DVD. Presently I have 1 and 2. Right now, I'm watching the end of season 2, way back when MK&A weren't sickly or stealing clothes from homeless people. Instead, they were at the perfect TV child age of approximately 2 1/2. Cute, walking, talking, but not talking enough to be annoying like Stephanie Tanner many times. I want to borrow a 2 1/2 year old for an afternoon. Throw in a puppy too, just for kicks.
In addition to the Full House quest, I have a new favorite scent. It's a candle that I got for Easter from Yankee Candle. It's called Island Getaway and it's the perfect mix of fresh air, sunblock, and salt water. I love it. I want to have my places I live smell like it forever. Unfortunately, I can't find it on the Yankee Candle website, and until I do, I'm not going to burn it. Instead, I take the lid off the jar and sniff it like gasoline. Erm...
Sad news. My Aunt Amy got laid off today. This recession thing is really dragging me down. *sniffs candle to forget my problems* Word on Facebook is that 17% of my graduating class got a job. Let's reiterate: 17% That means that in a class of approximately 1400 students, 238 of us got a job. Definately not for a lack of trying either. So many people I'm friends with haven't even gotten an interview (such as myself). My parent's house is starting to become more and more realistic...
This kind of ties in with my next point. Bill might not be staying in Denver next year after all. It's a complicated story that's really his business, and my business, but not your business. If you want to know, ask and I'll tell, just not online. Anywho, Habitat had changed where they post their Americorps openings from the Americorps site to their own website. Knowing this information, Bill discovered that there is an opening in Troy, several in C-bus, and even one in Cleveland. SO I might not be moving far, far away after all. There's always that chance that he'll stay, but I'm thinking it's not as likely as I thought. Let the job hunt move to the Eastern Time Zone!
Oh, I think I'm orange. Ashley doesn't seem to think so, but I tried a self-tanner and I'm not really used to being... not pale. I feel thinner, which is nice. But it kind of freaks me out a little bit. I did mess up on my left foot though. I've consistently forgotten about my toes. Whoops. So my little piggies are still pink. C'est la vie.
~ Christine
Thursday, March 19, 2009
achoo
Welcome to allergy season! Guess who forgot to take her allergy meds this morning? Just call me sneezy.
I'm attempting to eat a little bit healthier. I don't want to be constantly battling myself my whole life, and I figure that now while I'm younger, I have a better chance of getting myself back in shape. I presently have a 24 pack of Diet Coke in my room, and when it's gone, I'm not buying more. I don't need anything else to puff me up! Hopefully I'll be able to start working out soon... my knee hasn't been as bad today, but there are plenty other body parts that can try to rebel on me.
I'm at a bit of a crossroads in my life right now. I'm really afraid to move away from my family, but I don't want to be far away from Bill either. I just don't see the point in me finding a job in Denver, moving me and all my crap out there, and then in another year having to pack it all up and move back to Dayton when Bill goes back to school. Then I'd have to find another job and another place to live! It just doesn't make any sense. Ideally, what I want to have happen is for Bill to move to Dayton now and work and then go to school 2nd semester, and then I wouldn't have to move all over the place. But he doesn't think he'll get a job in Dayton, and the Americorps thing is a guarantee. But where's my guarantee?? Let's say I move to Denver, get a job and a place to live and then Bill breaks up with me. Then what do I do? I'd be in a strange city with no friends and no family and no boyfriend. He hasn't even told me he loves me yet. I just don't feel comfortable throwing away my life for someone who doesn't love me.
But here's the catch: I love him so much it hurts to not be with him. :-(
~ Christine
I'm attempting to eat a little bit healthier. I don't want to be constantly battling myself my whole life, and I figure that now while I'm younger, I have a better chance of getting myself back in shape. I presently have a 24 pack of Diet Coke in my room, and when it's gone, I'm not buying more. I don't need anything else to puff me up! Hopefully I'll be able to start working out soon... my knee hasn't been as bad today, but there are plenty other body parts that can try to rebel on me.
I'm at a bit of a crossroads in my life right now. I'm really afraid to move away from my family, but I don't want to be far away from Bill either. I just don't see the point in me finding a job in Denver, moving me and all my crap out there, and then in another year having to pack it all up and move back to Dayton when Bill goes back to school. Then I'd have to find another job and another place to live! It just doesn't make any sense. Ideally, what I want to have happen is for Bill to move to Dayton now and work and then go to school 2nd semester, and then I wouldn't have to move all over the place. But he doesn't think he'll get a job in Dayton, and the Americorps thing is a guarantee. But where's my guarantee?? Let's say I move to Denver, get a job and a place to live and then Bill breaks up with me. Then what do I do? I'd be in a strange city with no friends and no family and no boyfriend. He hasn't even told me he loves me yet. I just don't feel comfortable throwing away my life for someone who doesn't love me.
But here's the catch: I love him so much it hurts to not be with him. :-(
~ Christine
Monday, June 2, 2008
Majoring in Minors
The girls on my floor decided to be quiet tonight... awesome! Now if only I could an additional 6 inches of room on my bottom bunk, I'd be pretty okay with where I'm living. If I manage to make it out of summer without a concussion, it's going to be a miracle.
While being a Facebook creeper tonight, I was going through my old profile pictures and I've determined two things. One, I need to work a little harder at losing weight. I haven't gained any since school let out, but I also haven't lost any either. No more Chipotle splurges! (Firefox suggested that 'Chipotle' be changed to 'Chippendale'... lol) Two, I haven't healed from my breakup with being a drum major. I didn't date anyone in the fall and the only thing I had passion about was being a drum major, so when Nikki didn't choose me again, she essentially destroyed my relationship. I was talking to Airport earlier about the situation with The Third and his ex (haven't really thought of a good name for her yet). Airport still has some open wounds with his ex (who dumped him in November 2006) and he basically told me that I don't have ANY idea what she's going through because I've never been dumped by someone who I cared about. He's right, in a way. No person has dumped me. However, this doesn't mean that I don't know heartbreak. Losing my position as drum major was an incredible blow to me. I still hurt when I think about how different MY SENIOR YEAR will be. I lost the one thing that kept me going this past fall when all I wanted to do was break down and cry because I thought I had made the wrong choice regarding Blue Eyes.
I'm a little concerned that all I am is a rebound for The Third. I know it was a month after he broke up with her that he and I started dating, but I didn't feel completely ready to date again until at least 3 or 4 months after I had dumped Blue Eyes. I'm probably over thinking as usual, but there's still a nagging feeling that he's not ready for me yet. I just hope that this week apart won't make him reconsider anything. We're still so fresh and new and not a permanent fixture that it wouldn't be a big deal if he called things off, except that I'm invested emotionally more than I should be. From my point of view, we fit together so well. I just hope that I fit with him in his eyes as well as he fits with me in mine.
Oh yes, the ex has now mentioned me in her blog. I feel so special.
~*tine*~
While being a Facebook creeper tonight, I was going through my old profile pictures and I've determined two things. One, I need to work a little harder at losing weight. I haven't gained any since school let out, but I also haven't lost any either. No more Chipotle splurges! (Firefox suggested that 'Chipotle' be changed to 'Chippendale'... lol) Two, I haven't healed from my breakup with being a drum major. I didn't date anyone in the fall and the only thing I had passion about was being a drum major, so when Nikki didn't choose me again, she essentially destroyed my relationship. I was talking to Airport earlier about the situation with The Third and his ex (haven't really thought of a good name for her yet). Airport still has some open wounds with his ex (who dumped him in November 2006) and he basically told me that I don't have ANY idea what she's going through because I've never been dumped by someone who I cared about. He's right, in a way. No person has dumped me. However, this doesn't mean that I don't know heartbreak. Losing my position as drum major was an incredible blow to me. I still hurt when I think about how different MY SENIOR YEAR will be. I lost the one thing that kept me going this past fall when all I wanted to do was break down and cry because I thought I had made the wrong choice regarding Blue Eyes.
I'm a little concerned that all I am is a rebound for The Third. I know it was a month after he broke up with her that he and I started dating, but I didn't feel completely ready to date again until at least 3 or 4 months after I had dumped Blue Eyes. I'm probably over thinking as usual, but there's still a nagging feeling that he's not ready for me yet. I just hope that this week apart won't make him reconsider anything. We're still so fresh and new and not a permanent fixture that it wouldn't be a big deal if he called things off, except that I'm invested emotionally more than I should be. From my point of view, we fit together so well. I just hope that I fit with him in his eyes as well as he fits with me in mine.
Oh yes, the ex has now mentioned me in her blog. I feel so special.
~*tine*~
Friday, May 2, 2008
I'm in love with the Once soundtrack
I'm now very confused. Then again, I'm usually confused about something. So here's my game I'm playing. It's called Keep Airport Online For As Long As Possible. When Airport tells me that he's going to be bed because he's tired or some equally lame excuse, I trick him into staying online for as long as possible. Last night I was able to trick him for 10 minutes, and then we talked for another 20 minutes or so after The Office. The night before was much better, he stayed on for half an hour and talked to me. The problem with this game is that then when's really like "I'm going to bed", I respectfully back off. But then he doesn't always leave right away. Two nights ago he was still online without an away message for an additional 45 minutes. Last night it was about 20 minutes, and then the away message he put up was "I really like dark haired girls... just saying. On that note, time for bed." WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN? I'm kinda dark haired, is he talking about me? Or is there someone else? It would make sense that there's someone else because I know that I'm not the last person he talked to since it took him so long to put up an away message. Or maybe he put that up when he did because I had told him that I was going out then, and I had been idle for about half an hour. Granted, I didn't leave for another hour because us girls are slow. So maybe he didn't want me to see it. Either way, I'm really tired of playing these stupid, stupid mindgames. It needs to be simpler than this. My friends here all thought he was referring to me, but really, I know that that's what they just like to believe. Face it, boys don't like me. I'm always in second place, and I always will be. There's always someone smarter, prettier, skinnier, and nicer than me. He probably is talking about some cute coworker who happened to catch his eye that day. I'm just never quite good enough. *sigh*
~*tine*~
~*tine*~
Monday, March 31, 2008
Cadbury Eggs have 150 calories each....
That's a rediculous amount of calories. For one measly egg. So of course I'm going to eat 4 of them. Haha, just kidding.
This week really blows. I simply don't have the motivation to sacrifice things (like this blog) to ensure that I get everything done. Which is partially why I didn't turn in scales yesterday. Oh well. I want to get through this week first, then I'll play the catch up game. I'm just not going to get everything done that I need to. We have the giant election meeting tomorrow for SAI, so that's 3 hours of my life gone when I have a music history exam at 10 the next morning. It's a matter of balancing things. I'm not going to get a lot of practice on my SWE music this week, but I can bluff my way through rehearsals. I have got to up my amount of piano practicing. I'm tired of John Benjamin making me feel like dirt during lessons.
I'm not really sure I should be a music major anymore. I don't know what else I'd do, so I guess I'll stick it out for another semester. It's this game I play every semester. It's not a matter of living, it's a matter of simply surviving and making it out alive. We'll see if I can make it.
~*tine*~
This week really blows. I simply don't have the motivation to sacrifice things (like this blog) to ensure that I get everything done. Which is partially why I didn't turn in scales yesterday. Oh well. I want to get through this week first, then I'll play the catch up game. I'm just not going to get everything done that I need to. We have the giant election meeting tomorrow for SAI, so that's 3 hours of my life gone when I have a music history exam at 10 the next morning. It's a matter of balancing things. I'm not going to get a lot of practice on my SWE music this week, but I can bluff my way through rehearsals. I have got to up my amount of piano practicing. I'm tired of John Benjamin making me feel like dirt during lessons.
I'm not really sure I should be a music major anymore. I don't know what else I'd do, so I guess I'll stick it out for another semester. It's this game I play every semester. It's not a matter of living, it's a matter of simply surviving and making it out alive. We'll see if I can make it.
~*tine*~
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