Tag Archives: Taylor Swift

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.

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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 🙂

Gym Confessions

1. Sometimes the only reason I go to the gym is so I can wear all the workout clothes I insist on buying. Mainly because they’re comfortable and provide another excuse for me to not wear real pants.

2. I hate looking at myself when I’m working out and will go out of my way to find a machine that is not near a mirror. The only thing worse than feeling like you’re going to throw up on a treadmill is looking over and realizing you look like you’re going to throw up on a treadmill.

3. I listen to Pandora while at the gym because my iPod hates me. However, in the past month I’ve become kind of picky about what machines get what stations. Ready for this?

  • Treadmill-Justin Bieber station
  • Elliptical-Lil Wayne station
  • Bike-Taylor Swift station

I haven’t quite figured out why this works, but I’m sticking to it for now. However, if I’m using the weight machines, I can listen to whatever. I’m too focused on not looking like a fool in front of the cute trainers to care what I’m listening to.

4. I steal glances at the people around me to see what speed and/or level they’re on. Then I try to match it. I’d be completely screwed if a professional athlete wandered onto the treadmill next to me.

5. I prefer to workout in the evening, around 6. This is because the most people are there at that time and I’m more motivated to work harder.

6. Also, the cute trainers are all there around that time. I’m horrible.

7. If I have to close at work, I go in the morning. A lot of elderly people workout at that time and I’m seriously convinced they’re all trying to show me up.

8. If I’m going to watch TV while at the gym, it has to be ESPN or some sort of game. Once (a million years ago) I stayed at the gym for over three hours because I was watching a tennis match and refused to leave until it was finished.

9. Oh wait, I lied. Sometimes I watch the food network if the person in front of me has it on their little mini treadmill-TV.

10. I smile at everybody who walks past me, and rarely get a smile back. Sorry, I didn’t know I was required to be rude at the gym. Do bitch classes come included in my monthly payment?

Bonus fun fact: I can’t text and ellipticize (not a word, I know) at the same time because once I fell off the machine doing so. No joke.

 

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Oh, you're single? Sorry about that.

If you’re my Facebook friend (and why wouldn’t you be?!) you may have noticed the status I posted a few days ago:

Sorry that’s a little small. But you get the idea.

This came about because I was tired of having this conversation with others.

Other person: So do you have a boyfriend? (or some variation of the question)

Me: Nope. (or some other variation of the word)

Other person: Oh man, I bet you hate Valentines Day! (no variation, that’s what they all say)

Then they look at me with pity. That’s the worst part. Ugh.

What part of me makes people think they need to feel bad about me? Do I have “I’m single and hate my life” stamped across my forehead?! If so, please tell me so I can go wash it off. Pronto.

I really didn’t want to have to use my precious blog to address this issue, but it seems I must since these conversations are happening with basically everybody I meet. Including my customers, who seem to care more about my “sad, pathetic, single life” than their quad-venti-light whip, extra stirred-mocha.

Sigh.

To put it simply, I do not hate Valentine’s Day. In fact, I LOVE Valentine’s Day.

This would be your time to gasp, clutch your heart and faint.

Are you better now? Did your significant other come help you off your floor? They did? Well, that’s sweet! Now you both can read.

I love it because it’s adorable. Red and pink! Balloons and flowers! Candy and chocolate! Adorable coffee mugs! Heart-shaped EVERYTHING!

I love it all. Especially the adorable coffee mugs. So much that my mom threatened to kick me out of the house if I bought one more. I’m willing to take my chances though since they’ll be going on clearance on Feb. 15 and I’ve had my eye on this one at work……anybody need a roomie? I might be in need of shelter soon.

Guess a boyfriend would come in handy then. Har har.

I’ll start off by admitting that I get why you would think I hate the holiday (and yes, I do kind of think it is a holiday). I see why you would imagine me sitting in my Snuggie on Feb. 14 elbows deep in a tub of frosting, watching “You’ve Got Mail”.

But that would imply that I don’t do that all the time. And since “You’ve Got Mail” has seen my DVD player at least 12 times this year, I can assure you that your implication is wrong.

But again, I understand why you would think that. I’m single. Without partner. All alone in this big wide world, with nobody to love me! Right?

Um, wrong.

Just because I listen to Taylor Swift doesn’t mean I lay in bed every night wishing I had someone to cuddle with. I mean, I listen to Weezy everyday too. Would you like to assume things about me based on that too?

Wait, don’t answer that.

The thing is, I’m the girl who watches “chick flicks” to feel happy. I love seeing two people fall in love. Other people being happy does not automatically mean I am not happy. Does that make sense?

Let me put it this way: Being single does not make me sad.

The humane society commercials make me sad.  Not seeing my family for months at a time makes me sad. Not seeing my best friend everyday makes me sad. Dropping a pan of cookies I just baked on the floor makes me sad. Very, very sad.

Being single makes me…well, single. That’s all. I’ve been single (almost) my whole life and I’m fine. Just fine.

If you want to worry about me, than go for it. That’s sweet. But don’t you dare feel bad for me. I won’t accept it. There are way more important things in this world for my family, friends (and random customers) to feel bad about.

I’m tired of others being surprised to find out I rarely date. What’s so damn surprising about it? There are plenty of people who don’t have dates lined up every weekend. Should we start a Singles Club? Maybe we can all hang out, hide, eat ice cream and feel bad about ourselves while our counterparts go out and show the world how in love they are.

First rule of Singles Club, don’t talk about Singles Club…

I like boys. I like dates. I love love. But I don’t need anybody to feel bad for me on Valentine’s Day, or any day for that matter.

How can you feel bad for me when I have friends that make me laugh:

A niece and nephew so cute they make my heart melt every time I look at them:

This big pile o’ love:

Cupcakes! (made by Jessica)

And, of course, mugs that look like this:

Truth: I showed you ALL those pictures just to have an excuse to put that mug up there. I’m completely obsessed.

So back to you, Mr. quad-venti-light whip, extra stirred-mocha, no I do not hate Valentine’s Day. Now go find yourself somebody else to pity.

Thanks.

Random Musings

I don’t know if it’s writers block or the fact that I’m just not as witty and clever as I thought, but I have no new “learnings” for you wonderful readers. I have ideas, but that’s about it. And the world can’t run on just an idea, now can it? If y’all have anything you’d like to see on here, please send it my way!

But for now, I’m going to start a new thing. Random Musings will be my go-to posts when I have no What I’ve Learned posts going on. Since I think I’m awesome I normally have something to say about everything. Really, EVERYTHING. At the very least this might keep me on a semi-regular posting schedule.

Or not. Either way, I still think I’m awesome.

1. Starbucks is coming out with a new drink. Surprise surprise. It is is apparently “coffee without the coffee taste.” And by that, they mean fruit?  It’s called the Refresher, or something like that. Just stop already. You’re a coffee shop, it’s okay to have a drink that tastes like coffee! Infact, all your drinks should taste like coffee. You don’t go to bars to drink tequilla that doesn’t taste like tequilla, do you?

2. Gap needs to not. Have you seen this ad?! So here’s how I see it: I agree, not everybody looks good in shorts. Hell, I don’t really look that good in shorts, but it’s roughly 135 degrees in Texas, so like it or not, I am going to wear shorts. And that is only because I will be arrested if I walk around with no pants on (which is what I would prefer to do as I would like to be the next Miley Cyrus). My problem with this ad is that they’ve gone from using skinny models to make us feel bad about our bodies, to blatantly telling us we should feel bad about our bodies. Dear Gap, even if I wasn’t broke off my ass I still wouldn’t buy pants (or shorts) from you. P.S. I might come back for a scarf though.

3. Um, Soulja Boy? Is it just me or does Soulja Boy sound like he’s just learning how to read in his song “Pretty Boy Swag”? Seriously, listen to it and get back to me. It’s like a perfect ad for Hooked on Phonics.

4. An anti-Twilight movie is coming out. Guess what it’s called? Vampires Suck. Ha, so clever. While I realize this movie is directed towards people who hate Twilight (thaaaaat’s me) I still don’t care to see it. My reason, you ask? Well because the storyline will still be that of Twilight. Just with a random dance and some funny lines. So if I won’t go see the original because of the storyline, it’s a sure bet I won’t want to see the spoof of it. Sidenote: I couldn’t think of the word “spoof” and needed my friend Julia’s help with that 🙂

5. Stick this! I just entered a giveaway to win $200 worth of Post-It Note products. In case you didn’t know, I love Post-It Notes more than the normal person. They’re just so amazing.

6. Jersey Shore is back. Actually, I think I might save this for another post. There’s just so much to say about our GTL loving guidos!

7. Oh hey, another body image issue! Doesn’t her before pic actually look better than her airbrushed after one?

8. I don’t appreciate… how BP’s public relations team is managing to make PR look shady and douchey than it already kind of seems. We’re not all liars! Also, learn how to use photoshop please, but stop using it to try and trick the public. Um, I guess I should also say I don’t appreciate BP ruining our environment, but I figured that was kind of obvious.

9. Taylor Swift’s new song is out. *Sigh* You know what’s funny? For some reason, her songs don’t remind me of my singleness as much as seeing her in interviews do. That’s probably why I try to stray away from her interviews, I’ve got enough reminders in my own life, thanks.

10. A-Rod hit his 600th homerun! Oh wait, I don’t care.

Any random musings you care to share?