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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 🙂

Dream big or go home to your crappy apartment

My sophomore year of high school we did Fiddler on the Roof for our musical. During the auditions we had the choice to sing a solo or do the audition with a group. All my friends chose to sing together, but I decided to try a solo. I thought it would help me stand out. I knew I wasn’t a very good singer, but I figured I could at least be guaranteed a chorus part, and get brownie points with the director.

Instead, I was the only one who didn’t get a part.

Eventually I found out that my teacher (the director) didn’t even remember me auditioning. Awesome. Because high school isn’t awkward enough, now I felt even more invisible. I would rather be told that I’m the most vile person on this planet, than not be remembered at all.

I basically fell apart for a few days after that. My poor mom didn’t know what to do. This was reason 385049 why she wanted me to be a doctor. The only rejection there would be from med schools, and that wouldn’t happen for another six years. Plenty of time to prepare.

After that episode, my dreams of being an actress kind of went away. When you handle rejection that badly, you know something is not for you. It’s just not healthy. My mom was pretty happy when I made that decision. Being a typical teenage girl, though, I made sure her happiness didn’t last long. My new dream was to work for Cosmopolitan magazine.

The poor woman just couldn’t win with me. I like to think it was easier for her to support that dream though. At least she didn’t have to hear me talk about who I would be thanking at the Oscars. Instead I talked endlessly about my NYC loft and how I would decorate it.

When I first read The Devil Wears Prada, I honestly thought it had been written about my future life. Creepy.

Eventually I realized journalism wasn’t for me. I love to write, but I like to do it on my terms. None of this “story assignment” business. I write what I want to write, okay?

Sometimes I wonder what would have happened had I followed that dream. Would I have landed an internship with a major magazine in college? Maybe even a job after graduation? Would I be writing about the best hairstyles for summer everyday? Would I be writing this from my little New York City apartment?

Who knows. My dream changed when I was in college, and I’m glad it did.

I will admit that sometimes I feel like I gave up. Like I should have kept going with that dream just to see if I could do it. But I know I wouldn’t be as happy as I thought I would be. I mean nobody can say I didn’t try. I was the freaking editor-in-chief of my university newspaper when I realized journalism wasn’t for me.

I think certain jobs require certain personality traits. And I slowly but surely realized I do not share personality traits with Anna Wintour.

I’m not classy and confident. I’m awkward and goofy.

I love fashion. I also really love wearing my polar bear bathrobe for hours on end.

I would love to have fun, dating stories to tell. I also love not having awful, dating stories to tell.

I always forget my sunglasses when I need them. Anna would never forget her sunglasses.

Plus we all know that if I ran a magazine, it would feature Justin Bieber on the cover, recipes for cupcakes, tips on how to get away with wearing jeggings everyday and weekend plans that involve more laundry nights than date nights.

So sue me.

I love my job. It’s literally exactly what I wanted in a first job, and exactly what I worked for. I worked hard to get internships my last year of school and I worked hard at those internships. Luckily for me I truly liked the work I did there. PR fits me, which is good because all those little outfits Anna Wintour wears probably wouldn’t.

Sometimes I feel guilty because I know so many people who are still looking for their perfect job or perfect life, and I feel like I shouldn’t be so happy with my life. I know my friends are happy for me, yet I still feel bad. I’m ridiculous like that.

But then I look up at the crack in my ceiling of the apartment, listen to the sound of the little mouse I’m convinced is living in my wall, and think about how I’m stuck here for another 12 months. Then I stop feeling guilty. I also start to think about how I should probably work on getting furniture, because having a dance studio instead of a living room isn’t really practical.

THEN I remember that all I have in my freezer is two bottles of vodka and frozen strawberries.

My life may not be perfect, but it fits me perfectly.

P.S. My mother got over me not being a doctor. She actually loves what I do now and is instead putting all her efforts into finding me a doctor husband. I can’t imagine this is a surprise to any of you.

Goodbye for now + Read this instead

Alright friends, I’m going to give it to you straight: After today, I honestly don’t know when my next post will come.

In about three hours I’ll be moving to San Antonio. While this is all good and exciting, I won’t have a computer until I’m able to afford one. And I won’t be able to afford one until I get a few paychecks. And my first paycheck won’t come until the middle of April. So we’re looking at a no computer life until early summer.

How will I live? I have no clue.

I start my new super awesome job on Monday, and obviously I’ll be working on a computer there. But I don’t want to assume that I can just do whatever I want, so for at least a week the blog is going to take a back seat. When I get more settled in and comfortable with my schedule, I’ll get back into it. I promise. I have wonderful friends who have already said I can use theirs if I need to.

Sadly, this also means Vitrual Book Club might be pushed back a little. Sorry sorry sorry! I promise it will happen, so still read the book 🙂

Oh and before you start worrying too much, I can get on Facebook and Twitter on my phone. How awful would it be if I couldn’t? *Shudder* I don’t want to even think about it.

Before I leave on my journey (dramatic much?) I just wanted to thank all my readers again. Y’all are so sweet and amazing and the fact that you care about what I have to say means a lot. I really hope my writing gives you at least a little bit of entertainment or light throughout your day 🙂

Oh! And instead of a regular Read this instead (I bet you thought I forgot, huh?) I’m just going to leave you with links to my favorite blogs. The ones that I will be glued to my phone reading for the next couple of weeks. Most of them are food blogs, don’t judge.

Eat Live Run

How Sweet It Is

Shrinking Foodie

Master of Her Romaine

SnackFace

Style Me Kasey

What I Wore

P.S.

Also check out this article Peter Shankman wrote for Mashable. And then feel bad about yourself because YOU are the reason Rebecca Black is famous.

Ha, just kidding. But he’s right, it’s everybody’s fault. I like to think it’s only half my fault because I haven’t made it through the entire video. I’m afraid my brain will fall out my eyes if I see it through the end.

I think that’s it. If I left any out, I am horribly sorry.

I hope everybody has a wonderful weekend, week (and possibly next weekend too)!

I haven't even left yet, but I already miss him 😦

Bye loves ❤ —(did you hear, ❤ is officially in the dictionary. So wrong, yet so wonderful).

 

 

Can’t find a job, Can’t find a date

Has anyone noticed that the process of finding a job is eerily similar to that of finding a date?

Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

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Let’s do a little comparison action, shall we?

Career: You (read: I) know what you (I)  want. An entry-level position with a public relations/advertising agency. I’ve interned with agencies before so I know I’m a good fit and I thouroughly enjoyed all the work I did with them.

Date: You (okay fine, I) am 100 percent sure I want a tall man. My collection of heels just won’t have it any other way. Okay, I’m kidding (sort of). But, like most people, I have that “list” of traits that I know I want in a date/boyfriend. Please don’t act like you’ve never made a list of traits you want in others. Seriously, get off your high horse. You’ve done it. We all have. It’s human.

Career: When I find a job opening that sounds perfect for me, I obsessively work on my resume to make sure it will stand out from the sea of resumes they receive daily. I may not be a Harvard grad, but I was editor-in-chief of my university newspaper for three semesters, held a full-time job for a lot of my time in college and interned with two PR agencies. Impressive, no?

Date: When I meet a guy who seems like a good fit for me, I (sadly) obsessively analyze everything I do/say to make sure I stand out from the sea of girls that I am SO sure are my competition. I may not be a Victoria’s Secret  model, but I’m nice, funny and can bake a mean batch of cookies. Impressive, no?

Career: I check my e-mail a million times a day. Nothing.

Date: Voicemail, text messages, Tweets, Facebook comments. All nothing.

Career: I try not to think about it. Someday some company will look at me and think “Hey, she’s perfect for us! Hired!” Until then, I can enjoy my post-grad life and do things I probably couldn’t do if I had a full-time job.

Date: I’m pretty sure someday some guy will look at me and thing “Eh, she’s cool. Date!” Until then, I can enjoy all the things I like to do by myself. Like eat an entire bag of gummy bears while forcing my dog to hang out with me.

Career: How soon can I follow-up after sending in my resume?

Date: How many texts is too many?

Career: When I least expect it (read: forgot that I even applied to the job) I hear back. Then I get overly excited and think I’m going to have a panic attack.

Date: When I least expect it (read: when I’ve decided that being the single old lady with 18 dogs won’t be so bad) I hear from man of the moment. Then I get overly excited and think I’m going to have a panic attack.

Career: First interview. Must look professional.

Date: First date. Must look cute.

Career: How much should I talk about myself? Do they need to know about my love for Justin Bieber? (Answer: No)

Date: How much should I talk about myself? Do they need to know about my love for Justin Bieber? (Answer: Not yet)

See what I mean? Exactly the same!

Anybody else facing the same problems as me? Any tips? Need a shoulder to cry on?

P.S. Some details exaggerated for humors sake. For example,  I don’t really suffer from panic attacks when men text me. I do, however, eat a lot of gummy bears.

P. P.S. Really, nobody wants to join my virtual book club? Laaaame.

Love.

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I know I’m about a million years too late, but I have a list of my favorite love songs for y’all. I meant to do this on Valentine’s Day, but I’m dumb and totally forgot.

Also, for being single I still managed to have a pretty kick ass Valentine’s Day. I am currently elbow deep in chocolate (thanks mom and Crystal!) and have a beautiful full bottle of vodka (thanks Dad!). I can’t wait to see what I get when I actually have a boyfriend!

I kid. I kid.

Oh and before I get to that list, can we just all agree to stop referring to Feb. 14 as Single Awareness Day? I mean, really. How ridiculous. If we’re being perfectly honest, wouldn’t every day be ‘single awareness day’? It’s not like I don’t know I’m single on March 7. Valentine’s Day does not bring the singleness out in us. Being single does.

Sigh. Moving on. I adore love songs. They’re just too sweet. So, grab a glass of wine, perhaps some chocolate (if you need some, I have about 10 pounds of it) and enjoy.

I had heard this song before, but I fell in love with it when Katy performed it at the Grammys. I’m a sucker for wedding footage.

Ugh, this song. I just love it. Plus I saw them sing this live back when I was an emo kid for a hot second. So that was cool.

Michael Buble. That is all.

I would not be against someone singing this song to me. Just saying.

You didn’t think I was going to NOT put an NSYNC song on here, did you? Silly. Also, how sexy is JC Chasez? Yummy.

Celine. Yes please.

I mean, duh. You guys should hear me try and sing this song. Ridiculous.

These aren’t in any particular order, but if I had to choose this song is probably my second favorite love song of all time. It never fails to make me happy.

So, what’s my number one you ask? Well seeing as how this list is full of mainstream acts (it’s a wonder Bieber didn’t make it in) you’ve probably guessed that my favorite love song is from….

Frank Sinatra? Yup, you guys I LOVE this song. Like, if someone held a gun to my head and made me pick the song that I want to dance to at my wedding, it would be this one.

Not that someone would have to put a gun to my head to make me decide. It’s obviously already done.

Gosh, I hope Mr. Mansee doesn’t mind.

What’s your favorite love song?

What I've learned from "You've Got Mail"

LOVE LOVE LOVE

Okay, so I realize this seems so super random, but I have an unnatural obsession with this movie (along with Justin Bieber, Miley Cyrus and other things only 12-year-old children should love–except I’m not ashamed because, frankly, their music makes me SO happy).

But I digress.

Anyway, I probably watch You’ve Got Mail at least once a week–maybe once every two weeks if I’m super busy, which isn’t very often because even when I say I’m super busy I normally make the time to watch a movie that I’ve seen 50 times a year over the last six years.

I’ve learned…

1. That only a movie this cute could make me stop crushing on every American tennis player (John Isner or Sam Querrey, please marry me?) and the JoBros and start envisioning my life with a middle-aged bookstore owner. (Hey, at least it’s a super bookstore!) (And he’s rich, just saying.) (And I really like parantheses.)

2. If you set up a time to finally meet the man you’ve fallen in love with via e-mail and he doesn’t show, do not assume he was the rooftop killer and is now sitting in jail. He’s not. HOWEVER, if you set up a time to meet the creeper you met via Craigslist, go ahead and assume he is the rooftop killer because he probably is. Actually, assume this before you even go onto Craigslist. (The latter I did not learn from the movie, but rather from the fact that I’m no stupid.)

3. I will not be hiring a nanny for my future children. I’m too scared she will run away with my future husband….or me.

4. That if AOL did not exist, we might not have been graced with this movie. I know, I don’t even want to think about it.

5. That it is not in good form to eat the caviar that surrounds dishes. (Actually, is this true? Can someone who frequently eats fancy food confirm this for me please?)

6. Everybody should have a friend like Dave Chappelle.

7. Apparently the reason men love “The Godfather” so much can be explained in a paragraph long Instant Message.

8. This movie is so old, it actually featured Instant Messaging, not Facebook chatting. Odd how that makes me feel slightly old.

9. Watching always makes me desperately wish I lived in New York. Okay, so does Sex and the City and the fact that I’ve lived anywhere but NYC, but still I get little “If only!” pangs everytime.

10. Tom Hanks yelling “I was eloquent” while on a treadmill can crack me up no matter how shitty I feel.

11. Sometimes when I log into my hotmail, I wish a gentleman would tell me “You’ve Got Mail.” It just seems fun.

12. Every wondered what the friendliest flower is? The daisy. Thanks to Meg Ryan/Kathleen Kelly for pointing this one out.

13. That I want this: “I would have asked for your number, and I wouldn’t have been able to wait twenty-four hours before calling you and saying, “Hey, how about… oh, how about some coffee or, you know, drinks or dinner or a movie… for as long as we both shall live?” AND then this: “And you and I would have never been at war. And the only thing we’d fight about would be which video to rent on a Saturday night.”

SIGH.

Other fun quotes (copied and pasted from IMDb)

Joe Fox: Because we’re going to sell them cheap books and legal addictive stimulants. In the meantime, we’ll just put up a big sign: “Coming soon: a FoxBooks superstore and the end of civilization as you know it.”

Joe Fox: Tweaking? A project that needs “tweaking”?
Kathleen Kelly: Yes.
Joe Fox: T-w-e-a-k-i-n-g.
Kathleen Kelly: -i-n-g. That’s what he said.
Joe Fox: I think he’s married. Married, three kids.

Joe Fox: Kevin, this is possibly the most adorable creature I’ve ever been in contact with, and if she turns out to be as good looking as a mailbox… I would be crazy enough to turn my life upside down and marry her.

Kathleen Kelly: I love daisies.
Joe Fox: You told me.
Kathleen Kelly: They’re so friendly. Don’t you think daisies are the friendliest flower?

Kathleen Kelly: What is that supposed to mean? I am so sick of that. All that means is that it wasn’t personal to you. But it was personal to me. It’s *personal* to a lot of people. And what’s so wrong with being personal, anyway?

Okay, I’ll stop now.