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December 24, 2008

Things I've learned...

Since I've been living in London for the most part over the past two and a half years, I've decided to compile a small list of things that I've learned while I've been over there. Yeah, I've learned some life lessons, but there are also some things I've learned about being an American in big 'ol London Town. And when I tell people about them over here, the looks on their faces are hilarious. Things like...

- If you were born in England, then you are English. Do not confuse that with Irish, Welsh or heaven forbid, Scottish. Also, all of the UK is British. England is just English.

- How to properly say the word 'twat'. It rhymes with 'matt' not 'watt'.

- That their 'chavs' are kind of like our trailer park trash or wannabe gangsta's.

- That 'toad in the hole' and 'bangers 'n' mash' are names of dinner meals, not cool drinking games.

- Yorkshire pudding is not a dessert.

- It's okay to have about five tea breaks during the day. Hell, maybe even more if you feel like it. (Tetley tea is my favorite)

- Asda is like Wal-Mart, but with the sales tax already included in the price, so there's none of that guessing about the final price.

- Double decker buses are the shit.

- When talking about 'squash' it probably isn't about the vegetable, but rather a tasty drink.

- Brown sauce is the way forward.

- Throughout all of the UK, fries are generally known as 'chips' except in McDonald's where they are still called fries.

- Football only makes sense to me when I'm in London. After I leave the city, I have no care for it.

- Also, once you pick your football team, you better damn well stick with it, through the good and the bad.

- It's not impossible to take your leftover's home if you're out eating, but you might get some odd looks for taking your leftover's home (unless the place has a takeaway option, like Pizza Hut).

- You cannot trick vending machines, CoinStar, bank tellers or sales folks into taking American coins. I've tried it.

- My favorite word that I've adopted into my own vocabulary that everyone here in Virginia hates is 'innit'.

August 05, 2008

The Great Interview Experiment - Part Trois

So y'all remember that awesome idea where fellow bloggers interview each other and all of that good stuff? Well, Elisa is her name, and she sent me her set of questions to interview me, which I happily answered. She posted the interview on her blog, so rather than me post here today, I'm telling (yes, telling) y'all to run on over there and read it!

July 30, 2008

The Great Interview Experience - Part Deux

Because Miss Grace (aka Jennifer) is awesome, she speedily sent me her answers to my standard interview questions. And considering how below par my creativity is recently (hence, the not-so-creative questions), her answers are superb. I give her a thousand gold stars and a pat on the back!

This interview thing is fun. I may sign myself up to do it again.

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1.) Why did you start a blog?

I think my blog evolved out of my attempt to escape from mass emailings. After college, my friends were all in these far flung places, and I got really tired of writing 15 versions of the same email letting everyone know what was going on. Because of that, I started a blog on MySpace to keep friends abreast of what I was doing (this was when MySpace was shiny and new, and you could legitimately participate without being grouped amongst 14-year-old girls and child molesters). I moved over to this blog because I wanted a better format, and I had started to read blogs where I didn't directly know the writer, and wanted to start building on that community.


2.) Do you think that your blog is a decent representation of who you are in "real life"? Do you really care?

I write as myself, and I think that my blog is representative of who I am. However, there are things that I won't talk about online (current relationships, for example), and there are some general moods that I don't tend to write in; I'm not a very good writer when I'm depressed. So there are sides of my personality that don't necessarily come through on my blog; not because they're censored, but because I don't ever feel like writing when I'm in that place.
I do care how I come across in the sense that I want people who read my writing to feel like they are getting to know me, and not some persona I created for the benefit of the internet. I do not, however, care if you don't like me.


3.) Kind of a two-parter question: do you think everyone should keep a blog? And if so, do you think that blogging can be taught? It's kind of like the popular question in my creative writing classes of "can creative writing be taught?"

In short, no. Some people just aren't writers. Some people are great, fantastic, funny people, and it just doesn't translate well into the written word. Other people just aren't very smart or very funny, and I don't really want to read what they have to say. Did I mention that I'm not always very nice, or very diplomatic? Sorry.
I also think that if you're uncomfortable with blogging, and the whole "scary internet" thing, then you might not want to do it.
But anyone who thinks they might want to start a blog? Should definitely give it a try.


4.) What about blogging makes it enjoyable?

My favorite thing about blogging is the chance to write on my own time, without it ever feeling like work. Actually no--that's my second favorite thing. My FAVORITE thing is the community, and all of the wonderful writing and interesting lives I discover online.


5.) About BlogHer: I've never attended, but I read that you went this year. 1st - What can you tell newbies like myself to expect if/when we go? 2nd - Was it all it was cracked up to be?

1st - Everyone who's going is going there at least in part (if not in full) to meet people, so be prepared to introduce yourself A LOT. You can't be afraid to approach strangers, and I don't think there's room for being shy. Also, I'm tired of the posts I've been reading about how someone couldn't "talk to so-and-so because they're too BIG." There are more and less well known bloggers, but everyone at THAT conference is open to meeting everyone else (that's why they came), so if you want to say hi, you absolutely should.
2nd - Yes, it 100% is. I think that my writing has become tangibly better as a result of going, in ways that I can't begin to explain.


6.) I'm all about music; love it to infinity and beyond. What is your favorite band, type of music and so forth?

I always have a really hard time when people ask me this question. I honestly listen to everything. Like, EVERYTHING everything. You are equally likely to find Tom Waits or Nas or Johnny Cash or Counting Crows or Depeche Mode or Justin Timberlake in my CD player. I've lately been going through sort of a folk phase, which has featured Emmylou Harris, Gillian Welch, James McMurtry, and John Prine. But three months ago I was in an early-90's hip-hop sort of a mood, so it's hard to predict. Growing up, the family business was a nightclub, so I went to a wide variety of concerts and shows from a very young age, and was therefore exposed to a lot of different sounds, etc. I also learned that the ability to produce a good CD does not necessarily translate into the ability to put on a good show, and visa versa.


7.) In your spare time when you're not raising your son or blogging, what do you like to do when you get a quiet moment to yourself?

If I'm not otherwise occupied (and I'm not asleep) I: read, knit, walk/bike, or sit around on my couch and stare at the wall. Okay so staring at the wall is the most likely, but they're all equally satisfying.


8.) How long do you see yourself blogging for?

For as long as I'm getting something out of it and enjoying what I create, I see myself doing it.


9.) Have you ever received any negative comments and/or feedback about your blog? If so, how did you handle it?

I have an ongoing negative reaction from my son's father, mainly because HIS father is one of my regular readers, and I don't think he likes to be exposed as categorically insane. While I make a point to never use his name, he did notably comment on one of my entries. The main reason I published everything that we both wrote was because I wanted him to be less abusive to me in emails, and the fact that I have no qualms about publishing them has kept him pretty much in check since then. It doesn't really matter whether I write about him or not, as it's the simple fact that I blog that upsets him, and most of the time, my entries have absolutely nothing to do with him. Aside from that issue, which is ongoing, I haven't really had any negative feedback from readers. I've found a wonderfully supportive community.


10.) Do you think that the "blog hierarchy" is a load of wank?

I think that some bloggers are more well-known than others, and I think that as long as you have a community of people doing the same thing, some of them are going to invariably become more "famous" than others. However, I don't think it's quite the same as "real-life" fame in the sense that most bloggers are still very in touch with their communities.

July 29, 2008

The Great Interview Experiment

I have nothing important (when do I ever talk about anything "important" really) to write today, so instead I shall introduce y'all to The Great Interview Experiment. I discovered it over at Monica's blog and thought that it was a fantastic idea as soon as I read it.

I'm participating and decided to share this great revolution to y'all out there who would also like to be interviewed by a complete and total stranger. I mean, really, who wouldn't love that? I'm still waiting to hear from the lady who is supposed to interview me, but I already sent my set of questions to Miss Grace. What I've discovered? It's probably best that I'm studying creative writing instead of journalism, because I'm a shit journalist. However, Miss Grace is a fantastically funny writer that kind of reminds of me of Trish.

I do believe that this idea is a great way to discover new blogs (because my lord there are so many out there), reach out an internet hand to your neighbor in this vast space and get to know who else is out there rather than sitting in the same corner. We may not all be a Dooce, a laid off dad or a former stripper turned writer in New York, but we all deserve to be interviewed at least once.

July 10, 2008

Viewer Discretion Advised

Yesterday I recieved my first rude comment ever on my blog. At first when I got it, I was all, Awesome! Helen, come and check this out! My first rude comment EVER. But after thinking about it for a little while, I wasn't too impressed. Who was this person that just took it upon himself to call me whiney and tell me to shut up? On my OWN BLOG? I don't think so, man. That's just not gravy.

And before I even carry on, I don't want this post to seem like I'm just a pussy bitch that can't handle one person saying something negative about me. I'm sure there are loads of people in this world that like to say mean things about me, and I know of a couple people who just plain hate my guts, and that's fine. I don't really care. It's the principle in this case that bothers me so much.

I have to approve for comments to be published, mostly because I don't want to let the spam comments through advertising 'hot asian bitch that get cumshot'. Um, no thanks dude. That's not really what this blog is about. But in the back of my mind, I thought about that one fateful day that might arise -- the day that someone writes something mean in the comments. Do I publish it? Or do I just chuck it in the pile of porn advertisements?

I decided to join a couple of blogging communities here in the London area, because I thought it would be nice to try and develop some relationships with other local bloggers. I mean, I can't go to BlogHer, so why not try and find something similar here? There's a whole community out there, and wouldn't it be nice to try and connect with others of similar interests? And that's when Mr. JT walked into my life here on My Mumbling Thougths. I had to decide yesterday whether or not to publish his rude comment. I figured since he had taken the time to read my one post (and I'm sure that was the only post of mine he has read), I should acknowledge that and publish his comment, even though it wasn't exactly rose colored for me.

But then I thought about it a little more, and thought, oh hell no. This is MY blog. MY Mumbling Thoughts. MY words. And his comment simply isn't kosher. It's something that many other bloggers before me have been repeating, but it's true -- nobody is forcing you to read this. If you don't like it, simply move on quietly and you never have to return. Personal blogs are just that: personal. It's all about me. This is where I write about my life. I am Narcissus and my blog is my pool of my own reflection (although, I suppose that isn't a good thing since he drowned, but whatever. You get the point).

And yeah, I tend to whine a lot. I write about when I cry, how I feel sorry for myself and have elaborate pity parties just for one. I'm shallow, selfish, conceited, rude, obnoxious, offensive and self-absorbed. I complain all the time about how I live in one of the greatest cities in the world, but how life is still shit, because GOD, everything isn't perfect All. The. Time.

I can do that though, and you want to know why? BECAUSE THIS IS MY BLOG AND I'LL CRY IF I WANT TO.

If you have a different opinion to me, then that's awesome, feel free to tell me. But do so in a respectful and fair manner. You wouldn't go up to a random stranger on the street and call them whiney and tell them to shut up (at least I hope you wouldn't), so what gives you the right to do so on someone's blog? I know when we post things on our blogs, we're exposing ourselves to everyone else in the world with an internet connection and may have to face their scrutiny, but at the same time there's a common courtesy factor that one should take into consideration as well.

I may not have control in my every day life to delete people and their rude comments, but I do have that power here on my blog, and I think I'll be exercising my right to not let anymore negativity get pass here. It looks like JT was the (un)lucky randomer to be my first and last rude commenter. Besides, I'd hate for some of my extraordinary regular readers to be jailed for shanking a bitch. Thanks y'all. You guys rock and make me smile.

March 06, 2008

Fast updates...

- I have been reunited with my beloved. Oh, my darling Bridget. This feels normal and right. I picked her up earlier today and now I've been spending most of the evening getting her set up back to how she was before....well....the accident. I have to re-load some things, get some pictures back on her and she'll be like it never happened. And we can just forget that that horrible thing ever happened.

- Campaign week has been kicking my ass. Of course I'm not going to let my opponent know that. My mood was dampened a bit earlier today as well, when I saw that someone had written on one of my posters, "We don't vote 4 slags." It's okay though, because I'm over it now. I don't care, and it's just going to make me that much happier when I WIN.

- I have fallen out big time with my now ex-friend, Santos, who I haven't really mentioned on here before, but we did used to hang out quite a bit. It's a very long-winded story that I really cannot be bothered to type out at the moment, because my brain simply cannot form any words strong enough to convey how upset, angry and hurt I was at the time....but maybe one day, when I'm not constantly thinking, "VOTE SAM" I'll write it all out.

- Erik (from VA) is going to be visiting me in exactly one week now. I can't wait, although he will be coming at the end of campaigning, so I'll probably be a useless tour guide. I'm hoping since he has already been here before, he won't want to do the Central tour thing...and maybe just hang out at the flat with me and make fajitas. That would be awesome.

- The date was postponed....AGAIN....because some of the guys couldn't all make it together. So I've now been told that it's sometime next week. I'm not holding my breath.

- Regular posting shall commence when I can actually keep my eyes open throughout the entire time I'm typing up a post.

Much love. Vote Sam.

October 29, 2007

"One for sorrow, two for joy"

So I know things have been scarce here on My Mumbling Thoughts. Trust me, I've been busy. Life is just continuously busy here in London. It's hard trying to juggle a part-time job, university, life and....wait for it...thinking of topics to write for the uni newspaper! I know. It's not a mental year for me (*knocks wood*). Well, not as mental as last year. Obviously things are going to be crazy, because that's just how things seem to roll here, but I have been keeping myself out of trouble for the most part.

And while I haven't really got the time to post anything new, I do have the article handy that I wrote which is going to be published in next month's issue, just for your reading pleasure. I know. It's just a little thing, nothing special, but I thought I'd post it up here just because I feel like it and I've been feeling guilty for not being a good, regular blogger. Hope you enjoy my little bit.

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English Lessons

Okay, so we all know that many moons ago some folks decided to hop on a giant ship and live in a new land far, far away so they could practice their religion freely and get away from the great monarchy of England. It was great, for the most part and now, hundreds of years later, we’ve got a great country called the United States of America. It’s pretty cool, and of course I would say that being one of the many children that was born and raised there.

I’m a second year international student that has jumped in headfirst and studies here at the great university of Roehampton. I’m dong a full three-year course, rather than just a semester or a year. A lot of people ask why I chose to live here in London? Why not just stay at home and enjoy all of the nice comforts that America has to offer (i.e. food, super sizing of the food, twenty-four hour stores and drive-thru’s for virtually everything).

It’s simple, really. When I go somewhere, I want to get the full experience. I like to get my hands dirty and sink into my new life like a native. I don’t want to be an outsider looking in. No Sir. I want to be considered one of the locals that tourists stop on the street to ask for directions on how to get from Piccadilly to Trafalgar Square. London (and England as a whole, really) is quite big and I’m just one tiny person. There’s way too much to see and do, and I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to cram everything into just a few short months.

You would think that being American wouldn’t be that different for us living in England. I mean we are basically an extension of England minus a few things here and there. What I didn’t realize when I first arrived a little over a year ago is that it’s two totally different worlds. There are the more obvious differences that I noticed immediately, mostly with how much smaller and compact things are. The roads are a lot more narrow and there were a couple of times when I thought surely, by now we should have been in a fender bender with another vehicle. The accents threw me off a lot more than I thought they would as well and I had to ask a lot of people to repeat what they had said to me for the first couple of weeks. Everything was completely different and I certainly had a “we’re not in Kansas anymore” moment on quite a few occasions.

The one thing that slowly crept up on me though was my own internal change. After a while, people began to point out how different I sounded, and it wasn’t until they mentioned it that I started to notice the change myself. Words came out a lot different and I was calling things by different names. It was no longer a vacuum, but a hoover. I threw things away in the bin instead of the trashcan. I went to the toilet instead of the bathroom. I greeted people by saying, “Heya, you alright?” instead of “hey, what’s up?” I smoked fags rather than cigarettes. The list of my new vocabulary kept on growing with each passing day and I could hear an English twang being added to my already confused southern, American accent.

I remember my very first night out at Roehampton. I went to the Froebel bar with my friend, Trish, who is also from America (she’s actually from the exact same place and lived 30 minutes away from me, but that’s another story for another time). We were slightly lost and wandering around campus trying to find this bar that everyone was apparently going to. On our way, we ran into a third year student who gave us directions. I noticed her accent and thought it was weird that an English student had already moved in, seeing as the home students wouldn’t be arriving for another two days. When we asked her where she was from she told us California.

No, that couldn’t be right. She had an English accent! She was American? I told myself that that wouldn’t be me in the end. I’d always have my American accent.

I learned that it’s an inevitable change though. You change and adapt to your environment wherever you go. It just makes things easier in the end. You change the way you dress, speak or act, whether you realize it or not, and it’s okay. In fact, it’s quite comical and a great conversation starter. Nowadays I get shattered, I think things are brilliant and live comfortably in my gaff.

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August 03, 2006

Corporate Rules

Since I'm getting ready to exit the Corporate Life and get back into the Education Mode, I thought I would share some vaulable tricks of the trade that I picked up throughout my years in different office buildings. Let's face it, sometimes you have a stack of work sitting on your desk that needs to get done, but you're simply not in the mood to put on your working cap and get it all finished. Sometimes you just want to kill time until it's time to leave for the rest of the day. Don't deny it. You know you have. You just got back from a long lunch and your body is begging for sleep. You curse yourself for ordering that large side of fries with your turkey club sandwich and now all you want to do is curl up under your desk and take a cat nap.

Since most of us would get fired if we were caught doing that, these are my top three things I've chosen as alternate ways to waste time, yet still look productive at the same time.

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1. Power walking

This is what I do whenever I'm about to rest my forehead on my computer screen and catch a few z's. I get up and walk anywhere, but I do it like I've got some place really important to be. Normally it's just to go to the bathroom, downstairs to smoke, or to the vending machines to grab some sugar, but I get a look on my face that says, "do not talk to me, I'm very important and have very important places to be." Also, you must come up with a quick response that you say to everyone in the hallways when they say hi to you. My answer to everyone who asks how I'm doing is "pretty good." It's fast and keeps you walking that way nobody stops you to chat and slow you down. The last thing you want is for someone to give you more work while you're walking with a mission.

2. Little of this, little of that

You don't have to know the ins and outs of everything at the business you work for, but what I like to do is know a little bit of everything that way you can always add your two cents in a conversation. Whenever I feel like killing time, there's nothing better than distracting someone else from their work with a little shop talk.

For example, at the company I work at, we have a lot of standard departments. There's Procurement, Finance, Security, Change Management and so forth. I don't have the slightest clue how any of these departments function, but I know enough to get by and not make myself look like a total ass whenever talking about their work. Now, let's say I'm in the mood to go and distract someone from work so I can waste some time. All I do is walk into someone's office, tell them that I have a question about something that deals with their work and then I let them ramble on for a good hour or so until I'm ready to go sit back down at my desk and check to see if I have any new emails. It's brilliant. You wouldn't believe how many people love talking about themselves and what they do. Not only that, but if you work for a company that's really shitty, they also love complaining and droning on about how they think they could fix a certain problem.

Now, occasionally I listen to them and add my small share to the conversation, but for the most part it's just them going on and on about what they do. I like to call them "impromptu meetings".

3. Obvious hiding places

In my opinion, I think everyone should have a safe haven for whenever they need some quiet time. I know I don't like sitting where there's constant talking and phones are ringing off the hook all day, so I've found some obvious hiding places where I can sit in silence but still have a good reason to not be at my desk or running another errand for someone. I figure that they should be in the wide open too, that way nobody can ever say that you were trying to sneak off and be a slacker.

My first option is always a conference room. I have access to view all of the schedules for each room since I'm admin, but if you don't have that option, find someone who does have access and block off an hour or two for "Project Reviews." It's vague enough to where people don't really know what it's about, but detailed enough to where people don't ask questions. If they want more information, just say that it's late notice and you just need the room. This is where I can sprawl out my papers and get down to real business, which is of course, writing up drafts for new posts on my blog. I'll bring a couple of timecard errors with me or work lists in case someone walks in, but this is where I can get myself organized in a nice quiet space without everyone looking over my shoulder.

If the conference room doesn't work for you, then I always go to one of the kitchens, our employee lounge or someone's office who has left for the day. If someone asks what you're doing in the office, just tell them that you had to ask the person who has left a question and that you're waiting for them to return. It works like a charm.

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Those are just my top three. Of course there are others that I have perfected over time, but these are my first choices whenever I'm in my Slacker Mode. If you work somewhere that's dull and makes you want to jump off the roof without a parachute, I hope you can use these methods and save a little of your sanity.

June 20, 2006

"Fly me away"

In the wee hours of the morning (4:29am) one opens their email box to discover that they have been approved for their loan and that they'll be able to go to college overseas.

The weight has been lifted off of my chest. I can breathe. Now let's all celebrate.

May 22, 2006

A New World

Considering I have zero prior knowledge to anything that deals with the internet and how it functions, this past week has been quite the learning experience. It has been one huge crash course in site building, html codes, servers, domain names, uploading, installing, and working templates. In truth I had been thinking about a new design for my blog for a long time I just never put any kind of action behind it. It wasn't until about two weeks ago that I actually began to ask people how they got started, what did they do, how does it all work?

Then as soon as I got word that one of my co-workers discovered where I stashed all of my writing online, that was a big enough fire lit under my ass to kick the re-modeling designs into high gear. Inside my head I was running around like a crazy lunatic trying to figure out how I could get all of these new toys to function properly together while consuming a million mini tacos. You'd actually be very surprised at how many mini tacos can be consumed in a 48 hour time frame. Obviously I wouldn't recommend it, but still, quite a surprise.

At the moment I've been fiddling around in places that I think should be left alone. I keep reading all of these online manuals that make me click on links that make me shake in my boots. I know that with one simple click of my mouse I could possibly destroy the entire make-up of my new blog. But that little part of my brain that is constantly pumping curiosity throughout my body forces my fingers to continue to click, just to see where I'll end up. So far nothing major has occurred but I have sort of/kind of done something to the Movable Type installation. It doesn't look the same as when I first got it. Now it looks really off and crappy. Sure, I can still use it but it's not really easy on my eyes. Eventually I'll have to go back, re-trace my steps and try to figure out what the hell I did in order to mess things up. Then I need to leave it all alone before it all completely breaks down.

So I'm still clicking, typing, reading and learning about these new internet lands. Hopefully I can get some brighter colors, figure out how to add all of my old archives and make it feel more like me. Until then it looks like cloudy weather for My Mumbling Thoughts.

May 18, 2006

Welcome!

Hey y'all,

So I have no idea how this thing works but I'm having tons of fun playing with all of my new handy dandy tools! Sure, it was a bit like wrestling a bear to get the damn thing installed, but now that it's up and properly running I have to say, very much well worth it.

Give me some time though. Regular posting shall resume the moment I figure out how to navigate my way around this new place.

August 12, 2005

Because all the cool bloggers do it

Oh yes. 100 random, useless, crazy and insane facts about moi. What I like, don't like, believe in, used to do, want to do, plan on doing, and shit I think about all the time. I love this kind of stuff.

1. My favorite color is blue.
2. I have a teddy bear named, Sussie. I've had her since I was 9-years-old and I still sleep with her when I go to sleep at night. I'm not ashamed to admit it either.
3. Both of The Strokes albums changed my life. Seriously.
4. I think pit stains are the nastiest things ever, even though I know sometimes you can't help it.
5. I only have my best hair days on the weekends. Never when I'm actually at work and deal with people.
6. I think insurance is a rip off and I don't see any point in it.
7. I always pick the "slow lane" when I'm stuck in traffic. I've learned to accept this fact.
8. Whenever I hear Jessica Simpson talk, my southern accent suddenly re-appears.
9. I'm double jointed. It's cool as shit.
10. I wish that I collected art and knew the stories behind the paintings.
11. I've been pulled over three times by cops...that I can remember. The first time I got a speeding ticket, the other two I was let off with just a warning. I didn't have to cry either.
12. I don't like mustard.
13. I've always wanted to drink eight glasses of water everyday, but I have never reached that goal.
14. Cockroaches are the ugliest things to ever crawl this planet.
15. I wish I could pull off saying "whilst".
16. When I was in high school, a boy who liked me called me "sweet pants".
17. I could live off of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
18. I write reminder notes on the back of my hands.
19. My mom says that one of these days I'll get ink poisoning because of it.
20. I don't like running over road kill. Hasn't the poor animal suffered enough?
21. I like thunderstorms and always want the power to go out.
22. My mom's nickname for me is "Manta". I don't know why, nor do I like it.
23. I got my belly button pierced when I was drunk, away from home, and over Thanksgiving vacation. That's an entire post in itself.
24. I HATE going food shopping. It's one of the most boring things to do.
25. The first concert I ever went to was to see The Killers and Keane. As Mendy says, "it rocked my socks."
26. Going to see them in concert made me want to be like, Kate Hudson, in Almost Famous.
27. I hate wearing bras.
28. I wear a bra everyday.
29. Fuck is my favorite curse word.
30. So is cunt but I don't say it as much.
31. Things tend to sound a lot better in my head.
32. I'm a procrastinator.
33. I have a terrible memory.
34. I blame my procrastination on my terrible memory.
35. Both my sister and my mom are left handed. I'm right handed making me the odd one in the family.
36. I failed art my freshman year in high school.
37. I used to want to be a truck driver so I could explore America.
38. Also because I thought sleeping in the back of a truck was cool.
39. I want to sky dive before I die but I'm afraid I'll be too chicken before I get in the plane.
40. I believe that money really is the root of all evil.
41. I wish I could have a penguin as a pet.
42. I think that Steve Irwin is the craziest son of a bitch.
43. I pay for bottled water but don't understand why.
44. Crown Royal was the first liquor I ever got drunk off of. It will always hold a special place in my heart.
45. I hate leaving voice mails. I tend to babble and ramble on as if I was really talking to the person.
46. Watching Jeopardy makes me feel smarter. Especially when I get a question right.
47. Fred Astaire is my idea of the perfect man.
48. I can blow spit bubbles.
49. Everyone I do it around says that blowing spit bubbles is gross.
50. I'm afraid that learning how to be patient will be the one life lesson that I'll never learn.
51. I've always wanted to find a pearl inside of an oyster.
52. And I've always wanted to find a four leaf clover.
53. I always doubt sequels to movies. I don't think they could ever live up to the first movie.
54. I respect music artists who write their own music. Even if their music is crap.
55. I'm really glad that Carrie and Mr. Big ended up with each other. I'll never be able to forgive what she did to Aidan though.
56. Yes I know she's a fictional TV character. That's not the point.
57. My worst fear is that I'll be murdered while taking a shower. It's a bit gruesome, I know.
58. Like TPK, picking my nose is my favorite most disgusting habit.
59. I have a crush on Billy Idol.
60. "White Wedding" is the song that did it for me.
61. I set my alarm clock to go off at 4:15 in the morning.
62. I normally don't wake up until 5:30am.
63. For a very short period of my life, I wanted to be a gang member. I'm not sure why.
64. I'm a hopeless romantic.
65. I don't think I'll ever be able to forgive myself for all of my fuck ups in high school.
66. Netflix was a genius idea.
67. Whenever I go out shopping somewhere I always manage to forget one thing. It never fails.
68. Sometimes you can't do anything else except shrug you shoulders.
69. I really think it's time for Mariah Carey to retire.
70. When I was fourteen, I was very dramatic and wanted to starve myself so I could die.
71. It didn't last until dinner time. I had steak with mashed potatoes.
72. Damien Rice's album, "O", was the first and the only album to move me to tears.
73. I cannot stand it when people drive with their signal on but NEVER TURN.
74. I'm really bad about holding grudges against people.
75. When I was little, I used to pretend I was a mermaid whenever I'd go swimming.
76. I don't like it when people stare at me. Like, really stare.
77. Contrary to what some may believe, I don't like conflicts.
78. I'm okay with the fact that there are others out in the world that are better than me.
79. I wish I was more active.
80. I love cats, but sadly am allergic.
81. I've seriously considered getting the shots just so I can have a cat.
82. I pretend to like cheesecake, when really...I don't.
83. I don't think that I read enough books.
84. I seriously believe in aliens. I don't think that shit is cool.
85. I never want to find out how many bugs I've eaten during the night.
86. Sweet tea was God's gift to southerners.
87. I didn't start wearing flare jeans until my sophomore year in high school.
88. I thought Harriet the spy was awesome, and I wanted to be just like her.
89. I even started my own spy journal.
90. Sometimes I laugh anyway, even when I don't understand the joke.
91. Watching infomercials is one of my favorite pass times.
92. My favorite quote is, "you can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friend's nose."
93. Thanks to Ferret and his vegetarian ways, I haven't eaten KFC for four months.
94. I try to do one good deed everyday.
95. So far, so good.
96. I re-pierced my ears when I was about 8-years-old so I wouldn't have to wear clip on earrings anymore.
97. I collect Coca-Cola memorabilia, but don't drink Coca-Cola.
98. I hope to one day be able to purchase a pair of Manolo Blahnik shoes without having a heart attack.
99. I'm glad this kept me occupied for longer than twenty minutes.
100. There's plenty more where all of that came from.

July 13, 2005

The First

I don't know why this is such a huge deal for me. It's only a blog, right? Only an online journal where only I'm going to be reading all of the boring things that I do during the day. And of course all of the rambling nonsense that I'm constantly thinking about. So why am I so nervous? I shouldn't be. Although, I don't really know what exactly to do, or what to say, or where to begin. I, of all people should know. All I do during the day is read other people's blogs, so I know what all goes on. I suppose this could be an introduction entry...so I guess I'll just start then.

At the moment, I'm at work, pretending to be doing something extremely important. I am a receptionist for a business that can afford to have me sit around with nothing to do. It's not a glamorous position at all, and if you must know, I only did it for my mother and because I thought that the chances of them helping me move over to London increased enormously. Why to London? Of all the places in the world to live and experience, I chose London? Well, aside from the history of the place, the fact that it's an amazing city, and there's so much I could learn, my boyfriend lives there. Ah, yes.

Anyway, I remain on the third floor where I do random jobs that anyone with two neurons could accomplish. Turns out that they can't help me move over to London. Or, they can, it'll just take far too long. Now I'm looking for alternative ways to fly away...again. Until then though, I remain behind my computer screen, trying always to constantly deal and live my life in Virginia.

And with that, my blog is born.