Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
Monday, October 26, 2009
It's Monday
which means I only had 48 hours over the weekend to wash the dishes piled up in my sink,
which is why I am eating cereal for dinner out a coffee pot using an ice cream scoop.
I am totally successful at being an adult.
which is why I am eating cereal for dinner out a coffee pot using an ice cream scoop.
I am totally successful at being an adult.
Sunday, September 06, 2009
I just
updated my blog profile to say I'm in Burlington instead of Brooklyn. I guess I'm really here. Updates on my med school adventures coming soon:).
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Good Night Moon: An adult bedtime story(ish)
I'm home for a few days before the big move, and I've decided to clean out my closet at my parents' house. My bedroom has a lot of history. My brother and sisters have all shared this room with me or each other at one point or other while we were growing up before it officially became my room. As a result, even after moving out everyone seemed to have a claim to the closet and it became kind of a black hole for all the unwanted junk in our household. Now I get to clean it out. Besides all the random appliances, maps and globe, tape recorder, bags, and roller blades I've found so far, I realized I'm shedding a lot of my past history tonight. So to commemorate here's
A Conversation with a Closet
Good-bye first skirt I picked out myself. With you came the beginning of the end of an awkward period in middle school where the only items rotating through my wardrobe were two pairs of jeans and oversized turtlenecks that my brother had rejected.
Good-bye mint green and powder blue everything. You carried me through high school and most of college, but time has taught me that we don't bring out the best in each other.
Good-bye sparkly red built-in-bra tank top, you were with me through many an awkward frat party.
Good-bye overly trendy tops from studying abroad that I never really wore again.
Good-bye fluorescent blue clam diggers, we had some good times but they are definitely over.
You can stay rhinestoned Sagittarius T-shirt that's way too small for me. You too giant red sweatshirt that I got compliments on in middle school.
Good-bye size small and x-small. Let's be honest, there was never really a chance we'd get back together.
Good-bye counterfeit Polo shirt I bought in the Philippines. I'm not sure why I thought a fake one would be a good addition to my wardrobe when I never wanted a real one. In that vein, good-bye Havanas flip-flops and Couch bag.
Good-bye belt that loops around twice. I never really figured out how to wear you.
Good-bye godawful jeans, how could I have worn you in public?
Good-bye overalls and linty shawls. Good-bye torn and overly worn. Good-bye studded belts and whatever else. Good-bye clothes I never wear and good night clothing everywhere.
The end:).
A Conversation with a Closet
Good-bye first skirt I picked out myself. With you came the beginning of the end of an awkward period in middle school where the only items rotating through my wardrobe were two pairs of jeans and oversized turtlenecks that my brother had rejected.
Good-bye mint green and powder blue everything. You carried me through high school and most of college, but time has taught me that we don't bring out the best in each other.
Good-bye sparkly red built-in-bra tank top, you were with me through many an awkward frat party.
Good-bye overly trendy tops from studying abroad that I never really wore again.
Good-bye fluorescent blue clam diggers, we had some good times but they are definitely over.
You can stay rhinestoned Sagittarius T-shirt that's way too small for me. You too giant red sweatshirt that I got compliments on in middle school.
Good-bye size small and x-small. Let's be honest, there was never really a chance we'd get back together.
Good-bye counterfeit Polo shirt I bought in the Philippines. I'm not sure why I thought a fake one would be a good addition to my wardrobe when I never wanted a real one. In that vein, good-bye Havanas flip-flops and Couch bag.
Good-bye belt that loops around twice. I never really figured out how to wear you.
Good-bye godawful jeans, how could I have worn you in public?
Good-bye overalls and linty shawls. Good-bye torn and overly worn. Good-bye studded belts and whatever else. Good-bye clothes I never wear and good night clothing everywhere.
The end:).
Thursday, May 21, 2009
I feel like I just viewed the Matrix
I was a resident camp counselor for a summer in college. One week a little girl who'd spent the whole week crying but suddenly didn't want to leave when it was time to go home asked me what I was going to do after she left. I explained that more campers were coming and that we held a new session every week. Her jaw dropped in shock that camp would go on with or without her. Well, at 25 years old I just had a similar moment of revelation:
I clicked that 'sign into AIM option' in gchat and signed into aim for the first time in almost 4 years.
It Blew My Mind.
I felt like I just opened a porthole to another dimension. There's a whole other world of people who are online at the same time as me that looks sort of like the world that I'm used to, but slightly different. Kind of like the goatee-ed evil people in the mirror universe in South Park.
It was too much for me and I quickly logged back into my comfy gchat dimension. My aim name is a little too uncool to drag into my mid-twenties anyway.
In other news, people still use AIM?
I clicked that 'sign into AIM option' in gchat and signed into aim for the first time in almost 4 years.
It Blew My Mind.
I felt like I just opened a porthole to another dimension. There's a whole other world of people who are online at the same time as me that looks sort of like the world that I'm used to, but slightly different. Kind of like the goatee-ed evil people in the mirror universe in South Park.
It was too much for me and I quickly logged back into my comfy gchat dimension. My aim name is a little too uncool to drag into my mid-twenties anyway.
In other news, people still use AIM?
Monday, May 11, 2009
Same old
New educational methods aim to guilt trip kids into saving energy: TellEmoting Polar Bear
I think we've seen this before, anyone else remember Frank the Fish? To this day I don't leave the faucet running. I can't remember if Frank gets that credit or my parents or DuckTales.
To be fair, a polar bear affected by global warming is a lot more high concept than a fish who's lake is directly draining through my faucet. Maybe kids today are smarter than we were.
(As a slight aside: I do think these marketing campaigns work on kids to a certain extent but more as general reminders than direct messages. I don't think I ever believed my faucet was rapidly lowering sea level. I did understand that keeping the faucet running was wasteful and maybe bad for the environment, so it was something that I didn't want to do.)
I think we've seen this before, anyone else remember Frank the Fish? To this day I don't leave the faucet running. I can't remember if Frank gets that credit or my parents or DuckTales.
To be fair, a polar bear affected by global warming is a lot more high concept than a fish who's lake is directly draining through my faucet. Maybe kids today are smarter than we were.
(As a slight aside: I do think these marketing campaigns work on kids to a certain extent but more as general reminders than direct messages. I don't think I ever believed my faucet was rapidly lowering sea level. I did understand that keeping the faucet running was wasteful and maybe bad for the environment, so it was something that I didn't want to do.)
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