When I Got Lucky

I cannot believe that four years ago today was homecoming weekend.  What a great weekend that was and I actually had some memories that I still remember, which means for me it was very special (not because I blacked out).  I went to the dance with friends because I had yet to ever have a real date before then and I did not want to start with something as timeless as that.  I had weird criteria that must fit for going on a date, and little did I know I even had stranger criteria to be fulfilled before I'd agree to have a boyfriend. Fortunately, for homecoming, I ended up getting paired off in the end with my dear friend John.  We go way back.  Like, grade school back.  Him and Sam were probably my two best friends in grade school, and Leanne of course (Happy 22nd birthday to her tomorrow!) and I blame my lack of girly mannerisms on them.  Leanne and I were huge tomboys, and Sam and John, well, made me think it was cool to dare people to eat a sandwich containing one "donation" from each person sitting at the lunch table.  Disgusting.  But I couldn't ask for better friends in my adolescence and now.  I am very grateful that I got to spend homecoming weekend senior year with John.

From sharing Sour Warheads to sharing beers.

This weekend was Mack's junior year homecoming and I was disappointed I wasn't home to help her get ready.  Getting ready for any event is usually just as fun as the actual event.  I remember a Jenna Marbles YouTube video that explained for girls, if you give us all day to get ready, we will use every hour of that day.  Anyways, I saw one of my coworkers, Chris, Facebook status today and it made me laugh, 

"Just send your grandma your homecoming picture because she is literally the only one who even remotely cares." 

True!  Except I needed to see how well my sister could get ready without me, so I'm pumped she posted them.  I'm not surprised, she managed fine and she looked fly and beautiful.  She even managed to send me a "just because" card* this week because there was a card she saw where the card-maker must have stolen a photo of us at one of the weddings we attended this summer.  Cuz we definitely did this.

Still can't manage to find where to look or when to smile even with a 3 second self timer.

Best Text I Received Today: 
From Jenna-
"You just need to tell him. #weareneverevergettingtogether"

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*It's one of life's crazy mysteries how the littlest things like a note or a cute text can make you feel so good.

I'll Frost Your Rolls

Happy half birthday to me!  No one is here to celebrate with me.  I've forgiven everyone for that because I never celebrate anyone else's half birthdays so I probably shouldn't expect them to celebrate, or even remember, mine.  I called C and grilled him on what the meaning behind this special day was just to scare him because I knew he wouldn't know (I didn't even realize it until my mom texted it to me) and it worked.  Poor kid, I can be pretty awful.  Regardless, I made these in honor of myself being 21.5 years old.

What the hell happened on the bottom right?

Based on the pan structure it looks like I had three already but I promise you I've only eaten two.  So far.  Hopefully Genna will get home soon so I don't give in to the rest of them.  I know they look like the best cinnamon rolls you've ever seen, but they're not.  The middle is doughy and the outside is too crunchy and the icing was a weird temperature when I put it on.  I will still eat them all and enjoy it but I should have just bought one from a real bakery and enjoyed the calories on something much more delicious.  Why am I even discussing this?  I'm not even into cinnamon rolls that much.  I should have just bought Count Chocula.  I was creepily close to stealing a box of it from this kid's apartment last night in Akron.

In other creepy news, social media sites are becoming strangely accurate when it comes to the advertisements they place on your pages.  I'm referring to Facebook.  This morning I read this on the right side of my page.  I know for a fact I've never talked or looked at Uggs online.  So they're now resorting to sexual innuendos based on your significant other?  Talk about invasive.  And brilliant.

Real mature, Facebook.

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Fifty Shades of NO WAY.

I hated this book.  If you can't tell what I did with my blog post title, I attempted to rhyme NO WAY with Grey.  Because Grey is the rest of the title of the book..."Fifty Shades of Grey".  I'm hoping, in a sense you've heard of the trilogy.  You must have heard of it if you surround yourself in any way with pop culture, or if you talk to or work with women who like to read books that stir a lot of publicity.  I won't even judge you if you're a dude and read the book.  Haha, yes I will.
I read the book last spring and thought it was awful.  I didn't even want to read the two following books.  I've described it before as soft literary porn or erotica, but the only thing that's soft in the story is the main girl character.  The fact that Christian was able to be hard for so long and many repetitive times in the story is also hard to believe.  Unless he was taking pills.  She never mentioned that though.  I can't even remember her (main character) name because she wasn't very impressionable to me.  From what I recall, she was just really whiny and liked to be bossed around the Red Room of Pain.
And I'm not trying to be like "Oh I don't like this book because every girl likes it".  I have done that before, I'll admit.  I'm pretty sure I did it with Taylor Swift when she firs started becoming famous.  Who is this blonde bitch from PA who keeps tellin' people she's from Nashville? Oh, her shit is catchy and I totally feel her emotions.  She dances even though she's incredibly lanky.  And she doesn't get caught for doing blow without wearing underwear.  And, fair enough, I would say I'm from Nashville too.

There are plenty of things I like that everyone else likes (flannel, Morgan Freeman, Lord of the Rings, Thanksgiving).  Fifty Shades of Grey is not one of them.  It just seemed so...meh.  Every time the plot started to build up it totally deflated in the form of an orgasm.  Literally. I was reading an article in my father's TIME magazine a few months ago and it highlighted the fact that the popularity of these books surged among the older population.  The only explanation I have for its popularity amongst older women, which by the way is a large majority of the series' readers, is they're too old to know how to access porn on the Internet.

Do celebrities have to sign a contract when they reach a level of famousness that limits them to only naming their children names that are ridiculously unnecessary?  Reese Witherspoon named her kid Tennessee.  That's what we should call the recipe for resentment beginning at birth.

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Writing Papers and Sipping Money Away

Another dreary day.  I haven't seen the sun at all and there has been no rain, as far as I know.  Nothing else I'd rather be doing of course than getting a paper done.  I'm doing the cliche college student thing by taking my laptop and sitting in the corner of a coffee shop utilizing their free wifi (while letting the wireless I pay for in my apartment waste an afternoon away) and typing ferociously as if my computer did something to personally piss me off.  I finished my paper which is the good news, hence why I'm doing my blogging now.  The paper isn't due until Monday which is what sets me apart from many other students I know.  I hate waiting until the day before or the morning before something is due to complete it.  From the time an assignment is given, it hangs over my head and will not go away.  Well, it's more like the week before it's due.  Literally I can't think of anything else except the assignment, which is usually writing a paper, due to my major.  Thank God because I never learned how to study.  That and how to write like a girl.  When I would pass notes with all my girlfriends growing up I felt ashamed of myself.  Why do their letters have such nice flow? And, oh my God, they can do BUBBLE LETTERS?!  *sigh*

Anyways I knew I wasn't going to have much time over the weekend to do the paper because I'm going to Akron tomorrow to see Leah because I haven't seen her in what feels like months upon months.  Hopefully Alex is there too and I can make fun of her for using airborne.  Then I have to babysit on Saturday night again.  It's for a different family than the one I've been sitting for the past few weeks.  This is not the family that warned me of their daughter having night terrors.  Seriously though, I wouldn't even know what to do if presented with that situation.

Starbucks is now infiltrating with young high school girls.  I don't think I even had Starbucks before senior year of high school.  I still hate dishing out 4 bucks for a drink.  I guess I'm selling out for the environment and shit, but whatever.  It tastes good and the quality of their cups are superb.  I almost got coffee thrown in my face working at my coffeehouse over the summer because some man asked me, "Did anyone ever tell you the lids for your cups are shit?"
And I proceeded to tell him no, so maybe he's not drinking out of it correctly.  I wasn't rude, but I sensed some smartness in my voice and ended it with a smirk.  Most bosses wouldn't be down with an employee response like that, but if you knew who mine was, she wouldn't think twice.  I may even have gotten a high five.
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