Thursday, November 19, 2009
Things I'm obsessing about right now...
My fall/winter uniform: sweater dress and boots
Sugar Free Jello Pudding snacks- 60 cals for all that creamy chocolate goodness? Yes please!
My Uggs- how did my feet stay warm with out them?
Gold necklaces- not in the gangster or Italian sort of way. Think J. Crew...
Dreaming about what I'll be when I grow up. Is it bad that I don't know yet?
Glee- just bought Vol. 1 of music from the show- it's stellar!
Teaching my lab- my students are a hoot!
Netflix- movies straight to my computer? Where have you been all my life?
Traveling- on the short list of places I want to go next: New York, Puerto Rico, the UK and Chicago
Reality TV: Kardashians, the Hills, the City, Tough Love...
Zumba- most fun I've ever had at the gym
Yoga in my room instead of the gym
Hating on overrated popular things....like Twilight.
Being an Aunt!!!!!
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
"Cat"astrphoic Conversations
Sometimes I feel like that person. It all starts innocently enough...
Them: So, Holly, what do you do?
Me: I'm a grad student. I'm getting my masters in Mass Communications.
Them: Mass Communications...so...that's...um...what is that?
This is the response I normally get when I tell people what I'm getting my masters in. If people know what mass communications is (I'll explain it in a second here) they usually ask what my emphasis is. That's because if you major in communications as an undergrad you pick an emphasis (advertising, public relations, journalism, broadcast, electronic media). But for your masters, you study all those areas.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Bitter has left the building
In an effort to truly put myself out there, I’ve dated (meaning been on more than a couple dates with) approximately 10 guys in the past 12 to 13 months. That’s a lot of guys and a lot of dates. I’ve learned an awful lot about myself (and some of it really was awful). Like, sometimes I think too much, and don’t say enough. Sometimes, I don’t think enough, and have word vomit. High expectations can be good, but those expectations have to be tempered with kindness and a dose of reality. Ugh, reality. Judgment can and should be used, but only judge someone as harshly as you’d like them to judge you. Good on paper doesn’t always mean good on a date. And sometimes when a guy only meets the bare minimum of items on the checklist, the chemistry can be out of this world. Oh, and sometimes, if I don’t sleep and have one too many Rockstars (the caffeinated beverage, not actual Rockstars) I can say some really weird things. (One guy called me crazy. And it wasn’t like “Whooo-hoo! You’re just crazy amounts of fun! It was in no way, shape, or form a compliment.)
Sunday, August 30, 2009
I love being a girl (most of the time).
When I was young, my mom would sit me on the toilet backwards and would brush my hip-length hair out and then french braid it or crimp it, or put rollers in it. Even though she yanked the heck out of my head (love you Mom!), I loved the end result. I picked out my outfits the night before, carefully matching and color coordinating my Keds with alternating colors of layered socks, leggings and t-shirt. Now, I'm more into Banana Republic and Nordstrom, but I started refining my taste at an early age.
I was an early bloomer (I had boobs at age 10- yeah, it sucked), I wore as much makeup as I was allowed to, and would bring it to school so I could reapply as the day went on. If only I had know about Sephora at that point!! I was still carrying my Cover Girl compact in my back pocket. I remember waking up extra early just so I could spend an hour doing my hair. And, my feet are now numb because I started wearing 3 inch heels to school when I was 15. Not in a slutty way, but just in a clearly-heels-are-more-awesome-than-tennis-shoes way.
I love dressing up, being feminine, being a sister and a daughter. I love chick flicks, and Jane Austen, and Ben and Jerry, and chocolate. I love that boys open doors for us girls, pay for our dinner, let us lay on their shoulder and tell us how good we look and how good we smell. I hate spiders, and being cold, and scary movies. I love that I get to be a mom, and at some point also have a career, if I want to. I really love ALMOST everything about being a girl and almost all girly things (except Twilight. That is a girly thing I do not love).
But sometimes, you feel helpless. When you're alone in a parking lot at night, or you're alone in your apartment at night, or you can't move something, or you really just need a hug. I hate feeling helpless. I hate the acute realization of my limitations. That's when I hate being a girl. But, most of the time, I LOVE it.