Saturday, December 31, 2011
323 items watched in Netflix Instant history
262 Pinterest pins
204 listens of the most played song on my iPod (Save Me by Nicki Minaj)
168 Gchat conversations
158 blog posts
55 books read
42 songs bought through iTunes
41 Facebook status updates
37 sub folders in my "2011 Pictures" folder
20 miles walked each week (if I don't cheat and take bus)
20 albums bought through Amazon
13 plays, ballets, or concerts
11 Amazon orders
11 book club meetings
8 hours in several happy "hours"
6 albums bought through iTunes
6 personal essay classes
5 trips home
5 "I'll be late because of metro" work emails
4 doctor visits
4 major sporting events
3 days in San Francisco
3 days in Pennsylvania
3 first dates
2 fights in stairwells
2 critiqued essays
2 $35 cab rides
2 natural disasters
1 huge leap
1 bruised heart
1 night at the Carolina Inn
1 telephone number given to a boy on the street
1 suicidal mouse
1 severe burn
1 case of pink eye
Thursday, December 29, 2011
*Except for the wall where there were two very large bookcases. Me and mom wanted to paint around the bookcases. Daddy wanted to move them out and paint the whole wall. As a compromise, we didn't paint it at all. Now that the bookcases are moved, the room has multiple white walls, one blue wall, and two purple doors.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
For starters, this Tar Heel pennant that has been hanging just slightly off center above one of the dormers since before I started high school, so at least 15 years.
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Thursday, December 22, 2011
And stay here:
To do this:
I haven't been to Chapel Hill since January. January, people. That's two weeks shy of a year. That's double my previous record of six months. To say I need Chapel Hill isn't strong enough. I crave it. And I need my best friends. In one time zone, one place, one room. This year has been awful and amazing, stressful and wonderful, debilitating and exhilarating. But this year hasn't had Chapel Hill and hasn't had the four of us. Yet. And it's going to be amazing, wonderful, and exhilarating.
Photos: mine, mine, here, mine, mine, here.
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
...when there's a Peanut in the house.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
• Putting my metro card, work door pass, and work key away, knowing I won't need them for 2 weeks.
• Knowing I won't need my metro or bus apps or bookmarked metro and bus web sites for 2 weeks.
Things I'll miss about D.C.:
• My queen bed
Things I hate about travelling:
• My inability to not overpack. (Two suitcases, a book bag, and a purse=100 lbs. of stuff.)
• The travelling public and their inconsiderate slow walking and over sharing phone conversations.
Things I'm looking forward to at home:
• Reclining couches
• Wedding soup
• My parents
• Spending potentially days in my pajamas and glasses without brushing my hair or putting on makeup.
• Spending an hour travelling and ending somewhere that's more than just 10 miles away.
Things I'm looking forward to about my 2 days in Chapel Hill:
Things I'm not looking forward to at home:
• Turning almost 30.
The thing I hate most about Union Station:
• The pigeon that just waltzed on by like it belongs here.
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Thursday, December 15, 2011
- Try on the next day's entire outfit, including tights and shoes, the night before at 11 p.m. (Extra points if done several times a week.)
- Zone out completely at a happy hour and accidentally yell "No, don't!" at the Orlando Bloom-lookalike waiter because you thought he was trying to take your drink. (He wasn't.)
- Fall asleep for a few minutes on the metro and get off one stop early.
- Get drunk on a Monday and spend $17 at CVS on toothpaste and toothbrushes.
- Clean spray snow off a window with a Q tip for office decorating contest.
- Cry every time you hear "I'll be Home for Christmas" even though you've been going home for Christmas for almost 10 years.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
fit together comfortably."
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Monday, December 12, 2011
I've mentioned this museum several times and it's probably my favorite in the city. I became a member earlier this year through Groupon. The reception had appetizers and an open bar. Only a few of the floors were open, and none of the exhibits, though they did have some artifacts out that are not usually on display. Brandie came as my guest and we had a fun time exploring, having food brought to us on trays, getting moderately drunk on a Monday night, and browsing in the gift store.
We kept our wine glasses in hand as we shopped. And as we posed for photos in a random British telephone booth. I'm not sure if it was for sale, but I've blogged before about my desire to own one, so it's best if I don't know.
Sunday, December 11, 2011
She and her sister, Peanut, have been in our family for 10 years. She truly was just a wonderful dog. Whereas Peanut is like a human and makes you work for her love--and holds a grudge while she's at it--Dimples just loved everyone. Yes, she was skittish, with the sound of her own butt hitting the floor scaring her sometimes. And yes, she was a bit of a ditz. But she also had the happiest smile, sweetest demeanor, and most intense tail wagging you've ever seen in a dog.
She was also my New Year's Eve company last year and I'll be hard pressed to find a more loving date anytime soon.
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
Sunday, December 4, 2011
I haven't blogged in more than two weeks and haven't really missed it. I can be crazy self-involved -- rarely on purpose, I swear -- but sometimes I just need a break from "I." Sometimes I don't want people to ask me how I am, don't want to have to talk about my weekend, don't want to have to talk about my life at all. Honestly, as sick as you are about hearing about me, I promise that I am, too.
I'm taking a personal essay class -- which may be another reason I'm sick of myself -- and in one guy's essay he pointed out that when typing, in order to select the "I" key, you use your middle finger. So, basically, you're giving the finger every time you type "I."
There really is no point to this post because we all know I'll soon get back to posting about the mundane details of my life supplemented with poorly lit iPhone photos. While giving myself the finger in the process.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
in a Gchat conversation with me
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Back in August, I linked to/participated in the Pinterest Challenge started by two of my favorite bloggers, Katie from Bower Power and Sherry from Young House Love. They’re doing it again so last weekend I got to work crafting something I’d pinned.
This one was my main source of inspiration:
And I loved the styling on this one:
I thought it would be a good light fabric for the warmer months and then, paired with tights and boots, good for the winter months.
I sat down shortly after I got it to make it wearable, but then got scared. I’ve been sewing off and on for several years now, but am still very much a novice. However, thanks to the Pinterest challenge, I finally committed to fashioning myself a skirt on Saturday. I think one of the tutorials said it only took her 45 minutes. Well, mine took half a Carolina football game, an episode of “Friends,” and the majority of “Hocus Pocus.” But it really wasn’t difficult, just a combination of my less than perfect sewing skills and a few mishaps.
1. Taking awhile to lay it out and pin it so the ruffles all laid flat.
2. Putting the pins in wrong and having to sew like this.
3. Cutting off too many ruffles and having to re-attach some.
4. Having to thread the elastic through the waistband 3 times before I could do it without it rolling. (Of course, I made it more complicated by sewing the elastic inside a casing instead of attaching it to the top like in all the tutorials.)
But I stuck to it and didn’t curse or get frustrated once. And here is the end result:
It’s a bit more ruffley than I thought it would be, and I’d still prefer it a bit shorter, but it stays as is for now. I wore it yesterday with the tights and shoes above, plus a blousy, white, long-sleeved t-shirt and my yellow belt. No one screamed, “Gross! Homemade!” at me so I take it as a good sign.
Monday, October 31, 2011
For as long as I can remember, I’ve needed chapstick. There’s just no way around it. I NEED chapstick. But do I really NEED all the ones I have?
Once I gathered all the ones around my room and in my purse, and placed them in my designated chapstick jar, I couldn’t get the lid on. Time to clean house.
And this doesn’t include any lip glosses or lip sticks, of which I probably only own about 10. It also doesn’t include the 6-10 chapsticks in my desk drawer. Oops.
All of them laid out, nice and pretty. I think there’s about 40 here, though I tossed a few more after taking this picture.
I’m definitely missing some Burt’s Bees, as my favorite is the pomegranate and that is mysteriously missing. I used to use Softlips exclusively in high school, and I still purchase them occasionally for nostalgic reasons. But, my absolute favorite, are the three at bottom center, my Bebe from Germany. My friend got me hooked on these and when I went to Germany I bought probably 10. They lasted for awhile but I have since had to have other friends procure the goods for me when they go.
All cleaned up, with the lid on. Which just means I can go buy more!
Some people call this an addiction, and that’s fine. When you consider all the things I could be addicted too, especially considering how all or nothing I am in general, I think an addiction to chapstick is perfectly ok.