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Things I Would Have If I Was a Real Adult
Despite the number 30 hanging over my head, I’m really terrible at being an adult. I still hesitate to call myself one even though I just filed my taxes, and paying taxes was always my litmus test for adulthood as a child. Just this past week, I had a conversation with my father about buying a new car in which he stumped me at least three times when discussing bank loans. I should know this stuff, right? The more I think about it, the more I realize how I’m failing at adulthood. I now present… A List of Things I Would Have If I Was a Real Adult. (With contributions from the illustrious and super fun CK)
Why I’m Not Too Concerned With Healthcare Reform
** A warning: If you know me in real life, you saw some variation of this on facebook today. It’s my own idea. I’m well within my rights to steal it. The little status box just didn’t give me enough room to say everything. : )**
I woke this morning to find my facebook “news” feed choked with rants on both sides of the Healthcare Reform issue. Some people are smug and applauding the Democrats and waxing poetic about expanded coverage. Some people are boiling with rage and predicting impending doom and invoking the grandkids argument. Some are quoting obscure philosophers to point out the moral and societal implications.
Me? I’m just wishing people would stick to commenting on pop culture and saying witty things in their status updates. If I wanted poltical debate and cutting arguments, I would either go to Fox News or HuffPo.
And anyway, it’s not like any of it matters. Here’s my well thought out argument that None Of This Matters Anyway.
Holy WOW.
So, someone was kind enough to comment else where on this blog that Meg Cabot twittered about my Allie Finkle review, which would explain the over 700 hits on my blog today. Usually, I just assume people are stopping by because they’re looking for a picture of Darth Vader since that’s usually my hottest search term. Those people are usually disappointed, I’m sure.
Due to my long standing and well-documented girl crush on Meg Cabot, I more or less choked on my drink when I read this comment. I figuratively dashed to her Twitter and saw this:
In Which I Defeat Evil
My friend K called at 4 PM
K: I have an extra ticket to U2 tonight. Wanna go?
M: Does Edward have a creepy and obsessive love for Bella?
K: Huh?
M: Yes, of course I want to go!
from idolator.com
This is how I found myself on MARTA at 7 PM on a Tuesday. Read the rest of this entry
High School Reunion
High School Reunion: like the Disney movie High School Musical but with less purposeful dancing and singing and more alcohol. Also, there is no Zac Efron. Just lots of guys who are not as cute as you remembered and a handful you wished you noticed back then.
(from justjared.com)
This coming weekend, my old classmates from the Academy (don’t confuse us with that other group that gives out acting awards) will converge on Baton Rouge to celebrate 10 years freedom from high school.
Oh, don’t misunderstand me. I didn’t hate high school. In fact, high school didn’t bother me when it was happening– only my years in college convinced me the world could offer better than boys in over sized trucks, student council elections, and rules about my shoe leather. I really do value my former classmates and friends made in that time period. I’m even fond of the old institution and credit it with much of my personal development. Further, I am convinced that single sex schools can make a huge positive impact. If you get plaid skirts too, it’s just icing on the cake.
(from here. Romy and Michelle are here to help. They also have some reservations about high school being the best time ever.)
That said, I’ve put together some basic guidelines to consider when attending one’s 10 year high school reunion (specifically if you went to a Catholic All Girl’s School).
Kfed is a Romulan
I saw the new Star Trek movie.
I don’t know much about the original series, but I still found the movie accessible and pretty fun. It’s the classic kind of summer blockbuster I remember from childhood: battle of good vs evil, devil-may-care attractive guys that say sarcastic things, friendships that seem more special than anything mere mortals can obtain, some sci-fi thrown in for good measure, a kiss or 2, and the promise of a sequel.
But as these epic moments spun out before my eyes, I kept returning to one thought over and over again. Read the rest of this entry
The Wedding Date: A Play in 3 Acts
For your reading pleasure, I offer up the following 3 Act play based loosely on a true story. Some exaggerations were made for dramatic purposes, but the basic story is true. A surprising amount of dialogue is verbatim. Enjoy!
The Wedding Date
(But not this Wedding Date. No “escorts” were harmed in the making of this production.)
Zombie Update
Are you, like me, counting down the days to the glorious release of Pride and Prejudice and Zombies?
To whet your appetite, an interview with the genius author:
I like that the zombies are the “unmentionable menace.” I’m going to start using this in everyday conversation. For example, when I see the over-zealous neighbor lady who patrols the dog path with her incessently barking sheltie while hunting for people who don’t pick up their dog waste , I will lean to my own dog and whisper, “Run, Heidi! It’s the unmentionable menace!”
The release date is April 1, and this better not be a cruel April Fool’s joke.
Mini Eggs! MINI EGGS!!
I officially declare open season on Cadbury’s Mini Eggs.
(from the flickr account of fuzuoko)
Forget boys who read books, these eggs are just gorgeous.
The Rainbow Bookcase
Things I could have done tonight:
– Cook an actual meal instead of eating sliced apples with cheese
– Fold all of my laundry instead of letting it languish in the dryer
– Watch one of the Netflix movies gathering dust on my TV stand
– Curl up with one of the 3 books I am currently reading
– Wash all of the dishes that are becoming unsanitary in my sink
– Train my schnauzer not to bark at herself in the mirror
But here’s what I actually did…
M. Dabski 