gotta get down

blogging from an iPad makes me feel trendy. i should do this more often.

you might be wondering why i am up at 8am on a Friday when i don't even have work. well, that's because i feel like a kid on christmas morning and can't wait for my alarm. let me start off by saying that i am actually obsessed with my "little". hate to disappoint if you're one of those people who thinks everyone in a sorority has fake friendships and pretends to like each other. if you think that's true, stop reading cause i don't like you. my little annie is the sh!t and she's coming to see me in california all the way from michigan! fake friendship my ass. imma go pick her up from the airport in t-minus one hour and 56 minutes, not that i'm counting. i've been really "nova-sick" this summer, and i need a little delta fix.

i have so many cali, hipster, activities planned. so if i don't write on this until sunday, because sunday is when shark week starts and i obviously need to write about that, it's because i will actually have a social life this weekend.

HAPPY FRIDAY.

chipotle cures hangovers

not feeling too much better, but chipotle and a second iced coffee did help. these are songs i'm playing on repeat.

photograph thursday

i'm honestly too hungover to do anything but sit here and watch Gene Simmons' Family Jewels. that's why i'm gonna leave you with a photo.  

time isn't wasted when your'e getting wasted.

i miss spring break. 

hump day

coming at ya from my tempurpedic mattress.

HAPPY HUMP DAY LADIES AND GENTS! (even though i know no one with a penis is reading this.) now get your mind out of the gutter. hump day doesn't mean everyone gets to act like a slut. it just means that the middle of the week has finally approached us and after today we will be over the hill, two days away from the weekend.

on this beautiful, 86 degree, 0 percent humidity, hump day i want to talk about the do's and don'ts of one of my favorite things. twitter.  twitter is something that has most definitely taken Villanova's campus by storm and will slowly but surely make its way into the lives of my friends back home.  i really find it flattering that 171 people care about my thoughts and daily activities. so popular. however, there are things that are not meant to be published for all of your followers to see. examples are the following: 

1. flirting. i do not need to see your retweets at girls and winky faced responses in my twitter feed. especially if i don't even know the broad. chances are if you've kissed her before and you're looking for a booty call, you have her cellular number, and you can text her. 

2. speaking of texting, that's the second don't of twitter. don't tweet things that are meant for texting. i could care less if your long lost middle school boyfriend's summer is going well, or if you're trying to visit your cousin at school this weekend. catch up with people and plan shit in a text message. 

3. incorrect grammar. if you're going to post something that hundreds of people will be reading, please make sure it's in english and spelled correctly. i actually judge people that have bad spelling. not sorry about it. 

4. talking shit.  don't get me wrong, i adore talking shit. but there is a time and a place. if you actually wanted to have an argument as to why hockey isn't nearly as important as baseball, you can have it face to face or again, through a text convo. when you talk shit in a tweet, it is first and foremost super fucking annoying for the people that don't like hockey or baseball.  

these are my words of wisdom. please listen or i will stop following you. 

twitter is gang$ta 

gay man of the moment

let me start out by saying that i love all things gay. gay men, women, dogs, and marriages.  unfortunately, prop 8 ruined everything in california when it came to legalizing gay marriage, so new york has one upped us there. of course, i can't complain. california does have the medical marijuana thing to add to their pro column.

my gay man of the moment is without a doubt neil patrick harris. like i tweeted yesterday, i want to hang out with him all the time and carry him around as a gay man in my pocket.  i have loved NPH since my parents started tivo-ing How I Met Your Mother but recently it seems like i have been seeing him everywhere. i may watch too much television, but this week i have seen him as a judge on So You Think You Can Dance (every dancers' favorite show) and as a guest on Watch What Happens Live with Bravo Andy (every Real Housewives addicts' favorite show.) neil patrick harris has an attitude that says "i don't really give a fuck if you agree with my opinions, and i'm going to voice them loudly," while managing to remain respectful. i feel like others that share this DGAF (don't give a fuck) quality lack the respect and come off sounding bitchy and aggressive.  NPH's sarcasm takes courage because, as i know from experience, it is much harder to be critical when you're famous and people are going to quote you in the tabloids the next day.

this gay man of the moment is admirable in my eyes. he's good looking, has been on broadway, and has an equally attractive life partner. in other words, i want to be him. 

"I'm striving to be an example of normalcy"

yes, i will go see the smurf movie. 

manic monday

so i'm trying this new thing where i get skinny. it's actually been working pretty well. according to elle woods, working out gives you endorphins, which make you happy, and happy people just don't kill their husbands. so at least i have that going for me. this morning i went with my friend to a kickboxing class and i think i pulled a muscle. luckily for me though, i'm about to go to work, which consists of me teaching nugget sized children dance routines at a summer camp. hopefully stretching will make tomorrow's sore-ness more bearable.  as if kickboxing with a bunch of 40 something year-old, unemployed mothers wasn't a rough enough way to start off the week, i am now scrambling to find concert tickets for this wednesday night. i don't even really like the guy who's playing but everyone and their brother is gonna be there. i have serious problems with FOMO (fear of missing out.) scrambling and stressing are just my typical burdens of procrastination. 

on the bright side, i have a venti vanilla iced coffee sitting next to me.  

starbucks is my drug.

whatever will be, will be.

easier said than done. this philosophy is something that i think everyone, including myself, needs to embrace on a daily basis.  i attempt to have a care free, easy going attitude as often as possible. but of course there are gonna be those days where i'm a complete DQ (drama queen) and do anything but go with the flow. i know i'm not in spain yet, but i figured i'd get this blogging ball rolling. my life isn't very exciting at the moment. so my apologies for the boring undertones until i am in a foreign country.  welp, the premiere of entourage season 8 is calling my name.  

signing off from my purple couch. 

"Yeah, I'd blow myself if I was more flexible."