I write because it keeps me from doing something dumb. Sometimes.

My mother told me to update my blog. And when your mother tells you to do something, you do it. Because she’s always right.

Wish I had known that the first 23 years of my life.

There was no real reason for my stopping to write here. I guess I just ran out of things to write about. I mean, think about it. If you go back and read some of my older posts you’ll see that I don’t really have a theme, or point, in my writing.

Go on, read something. I’ll wait.

Was it pointless? Possibly. Was it funny? Well, I think so. Am I full of myself? Sometimes, I call it confidence. What is your point? Not sure, guess this is pointless.

Damn, I did it again!

My brother started a new project, called The Hundred Days Project. I’d tell you about it, but that would defeat the purpose of me linking it. So go read it yourself. And then come back, because I’ll miss you a little.

Isn’t that cool? I thought it was cool. While I have no desire to pick up a new hobby ( I can barely pick up my shoes off the floor, even though I trip over them every.single.day), reading that entry made me realize I missed writing. So even though I might not have anything to write about, I’m still going to write.

Also, if we’re being honest here (and why wouldn’t we be?), I haven’t really felt like myself the last couple of weeks. I’ve felt good, but not myself. I wake up at 5 a.m. to workout. I eat more salad than cookies. I don’t even know where my jeggings are. I spend my Saturday mornings cleaning my apartment.

Exactly like that. Red bow and all. (Source)

Except for the shoes. They’re always there. I’m literally staring at them right now, taunting me with their sharp heel.

The other day my mom told me that she and my dad had bought me a TV as a surprise, but then asked me if I would rather just have the money for something else. I told her to return it because I actually needed boring work clothes for meetings and events, and I’m trying to save as much money as I can so maybe we could use the TV money for that.

WHAT. I’ve done nothing but complain about my lack of TV for six weeks, and now I’m suddenly making grown-up decisions?!

Well, if I’m going to be an adult I insist on being a well-dressed one. Done.

But don’t worry too much about me. I still stay in on Friday nights to watch eight episodes of Parks and Rec (not on a TV, of course), listen to the Justin Bieber Pandora station when I’m on the treadmill, buy a new mascara or nail polish every time I’m in the store and eat more gummy bears than one person every should.

You can try to take the girl out of crazytown, but gummy bears are just too good.


I’d like to thank the academy…

Nah, I’m just kidding. I’m not getting ready for the Oscars anytime soon (I mean we all remember my high school theater days, right?).

Sonia over at Master of her Romaine (cutest blog name ever?) awarded me a Most Versatile Blogger award. Isn’t she just the sweetest?! Go check out her site because it’s adorable and she’s such a trooper in the kitchen. ALSO, if we knew each other in real life I’m convinced we would be friends. Which would make my mom happy, since it kills her that I don’t hang out with more Indian people.

So per the rules, I have to link back to the blogger that awarded me (done), write seven random facts about myself (fun), award 15 more bloggers (I’ll try) and tell whoever awarded me that I accept (Dear Sonia, I accept.)

I don’t think I even read 15 blogs, so I’m doing five. I’m such a rebel. Basically these are my friends, which makes me bias. Sorry I’m not sorry. I don’t expect any of them to “accept” the award, so my feelings won’t be hurt. I promise.
Jimmy (Man Up, Son!)

7 Random Facts (as if y’all need to know more ridiculous things about me)

1. I had to call my parents in a panic last weekend because I couldn’t remember if I needed to take my car antenna down before going through the car wash. 24-year old FAIL.

2. When I was younger I was convinced that JC Chasez (from NSYNC) and I were meant to be together because we both had the same favorite ice cream flavor–mint chocolate chip.

3. I am awful with directions. Horribly awful. I swear I could get lost going to the bathroom.

4. I drink vodka tonics at bars because it’s less likely to show up when I spill it on myself (which I will because I’m a classy broad like that). With that said, I will take dollar beer night over a vodka tonic any day.

5. I hate eggplant, mushrooms, okra and pickles. What’s random about this you ask? Well my dog happens to hate the exact same things. No joke, Max will spit all of those foods out. He’s 11 and I still crack up every time it happens.

6. I’m pretty sure I’m going to end up with a guy shorter than me, simply because I desperately  want a guy who is taller than me in heels (as in when I’m wearing heels, not him in heels. Don’t know what I felt the need to clarify that). I tend to not get what I want..and I’m trying to learn to deal with it.

7. If I’m out in public and I see a mirror, I will go out of my way to not look at myself. My hair does crazy things throughout the day, and I really just prefer to not know about it. Ignorance is total bliss in my case.

Whew. I tried to make that as random as I possibly could.
Thanks again Sonia!

This weekend…

….you should do whatever makes you happy.

No work. No school. No responsibilities.

Just crack open a beer, relax and enjoy your life.

Or come over to my place. I’ll give you beer and cookies. Whatever kind you want!

You deserve it. Why? Because you’re awesome. Anybody who disagrees will have to answer to my fist. In their face.

Love you friends 🙂

P.S. Happy Easter!

The cuteness is killing me.

(Picture courtesy of an Ellen Degeneres tweet 🙂 )

YouTube is funnier than me. It’s true!

Hi friends! I’m super busy and have not had a clever or witty remark run through my head for the past few days. I’m thinking about getting myself checked out…it’s just not normal.

Anyway, let’s have a video day! Since I don’t have a TV (which is super sad since Glee came back) I’ve been stuck to my phone every night watching Youtube videos. The four below are the ones I literally watch once a day.

Okay maybe eight times a day. Whatever.

I’m so cool.

First up. I know I talk a lot about how I’d like to marry a tennis player. I really do love them. But then I found this girl. Yes, girl. She might be my soulmate. We could stay up at night braiding hair and singing Lil’ Wayne. Perfect match!

Next. The funniest video you’ll ever see. I’ve put it on my Facebook like a million times since I’ve seen the movie. I’m completely obsessed, and if you don’t laugh even a little bit at this than we probably shouldn’t be friends. Sorry bro.

Cutest thing ever? Cutest thing ever.

Just because I want to be her when I grow up. I can’t stop singing this song, so I might as well be her, right? I’ll start wearing all black and fake lashes pronto.

And, of course, in honor of the playoffs you get a bonus Spurs video:

Hope you’re having a wonderful day!

P.S. If you’re in San Antonio, let’s hang out! Please? I want to see you. Yes, YOU!


Did anybody see the move “He’s just not that into you”?

I never read the book, but I own the movie and watch it from time to time when I feel like swooning over my ideal man. Which is obviously a Bradley Cooper look-a-like with Justin Long’s personality.

Can somebody make one for me? I’d call him Bradtin. We’ll be very happy together.

Moving on, I learned one thing from that movie: That I am the rule, not the exception.


I also learned that Bradley Cooper is still sexy when he’s being a tool bag and a half, but I really should have known that to begin with.

Anywho, even though Gennifer Goodwin told me (and Jen Aniston and Jennifer Connelly) that we are all just a bunch of rules, I still seem to insist that I’m an exception. And I do it over and over again. If we’re being honest here, I completely annoy myself sometimes. But it’s okay. I am who I am.

Case in point:

  • I think I can wear black clothes while baking because I honestly believe I can keep flour from magically appearing all over my kitchen, and myself. And by “magically appearing”, I mean I dumped an entire cup of flour on myself yesterday.
  • I think I can work while watching a movie, fully expecting to actually get work done. Ha.
  • I think drinking (alone) while working on a Saturday night (alone) in my apartment (alone) will not make me feel like a loser. I’m not saying that others who do the same are losers, I’m just saying that I am.
  • I think I can wear high heels all day and night and not want to eventually cut my feet off.
  • I think I can walk into a shoe store and just “look around”. BUT In my defense, I really needed neutral wedges. Like, seriously.
  • I think I can buy a box of cereal and tell myself that I will actually eat it, even though I don’t really like cereal.
  • I think I can not do my hair, and still be an acceptable member of this society. Negative.
  • I think I can live alone and not be terrified of every single noise I hear. Like my freezer.
  • I think I can carry off bangs even though I have a nonexistent forehead, and everybody would think my eyebrows grew into my head. I still want bangs.


So what have we learned from this?

Well nothing, because I’ll probably continue doing the above for the rest of my life.

Save me

My mother is creating a profile for me on an online Indian dating website.

Hope everybody else is having a less awkward day life than me.

That is all.

Music. Of the crappy variety.

Every time my brother comes to visit he asks me if I still listen to crappy music.

Part of me is offended.

The other part has been singing “Who says” by Selena Gomez nonstop for a week.

I don’t know why he gives me such grief over what I choose to listen to. I mean it can’t be because I forced my whole family to listen to NSYNC’s Christmas Album everyday for a month every.single.day, right?

By the way, that CD is totally missing and I’m completely sure a family member stole it. I need to hire a detective. Or make one of them buy me tickets to the NSYNC reunion concert that I dream about every night.

Seriously? That concert needs to happen, like yesterday.

I miss you...

Anywho, I know I have extremely mainstream tastes. And by that, I obviously mean I have the musical taste of a 13-year old girl who thinks she’s going to marry Justin Bieber.

Minus the marrying Justin Bieber part. I don’t want to marry him. That’s gross.

Sometimes I think my brother has a point, especially when my iPod goes from Celine Dion to Hairspray to Adele to Lil Wayne to Taylor Swift to Adam Lambert to the Jonas Brothers. But then I realize that having the Hannah Montana among Adele, Aerosmith and Mumford and Sons isn’t the worst thing in the world.

Yes, I said Hannah Montana. Not Miley Cyrus. The artist is literally Hannah Montana.

I realize I’ve probably lost 90 percent of my readership after that statement, and I’m okay with this. For the rest of you, just hang tight. I’m going to make this better.

Reasons why Hannah Montana belongs on my iPod:

  1. I’ll always have something in common with my niece. When she’s 12 and in love with the new heartthrob kid, I’ll be the one to take her to the concert because, obviously, I’ll want to go too. I’ll also be 33.
  2. I could chaperone a middle school dance and not want to blow my brains out. At least not because of the music. The kids might drive me to violence though.
  3. I can always find a radio station I’ll like. Mainly because Taylor Swift and/or Lil Wayne is played on all of them. I’m seriously waiting for those two to do a duet. The music world will officially explode, and I just can’t wait.
  4. I can always participate in a Disney sing-a-long. Believe me, this is a very good thing.
  5. When Justin Bieber rules the world (which he will) I know I’ll be safe. He would never hurt his fans. He told me so on Twitter.

I know there are more 24-year olds out there like me, but I understand if they are too embarrassed to speak up. Sometimes I’m embarrassed of myself.

That’s a lie. I’m not embarrassed. Sorry I’m not sorry.

Oh, and to answer my brother’s question: Yes, I still listen to crappy music. Love you too 🙂