It's been a while since a blog of lists, so I'm gonna tell you about the stuff that I'm obsessed with lately. Here we go!
TV shows:
Big Bang Theory and Modern Family, of course.
Walking Dead, of course. Twice. I mean good God. I get so involved, I strenuously enjoy arguing with the plot and assassinating the idiot characters. plus; zombies. What up.
Top Gear. It's a British car show. Who'da thunk? They're zarking hilarious AND I get to freak people out with surprising car knowledge. I sure don't look like a gear head.
Don't even talk to me about Top Chef. If there was such a thing as chef baseball cards, I'd have 'em all.
Say Yes to the Dress. don't judge me, it's all kinds of feel good. Shut up, I don't cry.
Music (songs):
Little Talks - Of Monsters and Men
Somebody I used to Know - Gotye (pronounced Goat-ee-a, I've learned) - have you seen that crazy video with the 5 people and the one guitar doing this song? I was so baffled and jealous. Talented jerks.
No Church in the Wild - Kanye and Jay-Z (I know. I KNOW.)
I Gots to get Paid - ZZ Top (What? ZZ Top?)
Web Stuff:
PINTEREST! For really reals, this is my new fave. Screw facebook, I spend days on pinterest.com
www.postsecret.com. It's sad and lovely, and devastating, and so refreshingly real.
That's all I can think of for now.
Friday, November 30, 2012
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Hi guys
I know it's probably the time of year/semester (the last two weeks), but Sweet Jesus on a stick, I am sick to death of school. It's not just me right? I think it's everyone, well, every student. Staring longingly at Christmas decorations, pushing off plans in order to study for finals......le sigh.
So let us focus on the positives my friends, enough of this droopy drawers moaning! Positive thing the first: I am finished Christmas shopping! I on-line window shopped, had everything ready and then did it all in one fell swoop on black Friday. Wonderful!
Thing the second; I have almost paid off my Christmas purchases. Now I'm just talkin crazy, I know - $200 more dollars and my Christmas debt is gone. Not too shabby.
The big craft fair was this past weekend, and as always, I went with my beaded pretties. It was so wonderful to see friends, and all the children and babies, and to see everyone so excited for Christmas. While I didn't do great sales-wise, I had lots of fun.
Positive thing the third: remember how I failed a course this time last year? This year, so far, I'm actually passing this course. It's a very strange feeling for me. Not to be passing, but to be happy about passing. My grades are generally pretty good, so it's been a stiff shock, being SHIT HAPPY about a pass. My final exam for this course is on the 12th, and if you have any love in your heart for your poor beleaguered friend, you'll pray for me.
Or whatever you do, I'm an equal opportunity accepter of good will.
In other news, I ordered a T-Pain mic for myself last night. My darling should probably be terrified of the noise potential for this purchase. Oh there will be auto tuning of every Christmas carol known to man. Oh yes.
I know it's probably the time of year/semester (the last two weeks), but Sweet Jesus on a stick, I am sick to death of school. It's not just me right? I think it's everyone, well, every student. Staring longingly at Christmas decorations, pushing off plans in order to study for finals......le sigh.
So let us focus on the positives my friends, enough of this droopy drawers moaning! Positive thing the first: I am finished Christmas shopping! I on-line window shopped, had everything ready and then did it all in one fell swoop on black Friday. Wonderful!
Thing the second; I have almost paid off my Christmas purchases. Now I'm just talkin crazy, I know - $200 more dollars and my Christmas debt is gone. Not too shabby.
The big craft fair was this past weekend, and as always, I went with my beaded pretties. It was so wonderful to see friends, and all the children and babies, and to see everyone so excited for Christmas. While I didn't do great sales-wise, I had lots of fun.
Positive thing the third: remember how I failed a course this time last year? This year, so far, I'm actually passing this course. It's a very strange feeling for me. Not to be passing, but to be happy about passing. My grades are generally pretty good, so it's been a stiff shock, being SHIT HAPPY about a pass. My final exam for this course is on the 12th, and if you have any love in your heart for your poor beleaguered friend, you'll pray for me.
Or whatever you do, I'm an equal opportunity accepter of good will.
In other news, I ordered a T-Pain mic for myself last night. My darling should probably be terrified of the noise potential for this purchase. Oh there will be auto tuning of every Christmas carol known to man. Oh yes.
Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Balls.
So heres the thing guys. Perhaps it's a failing on my part (I do in fact turn into a vacant-staring mouth breather around computers), but I am no longer able to publish with relatie annonimity. When I logged back in last week for the first time in forever, I had to set up a profile and put in a name, and generally make myself known to the man.
I don't like this. I tried to put my name in as The Help, and basically I was told (electronically of course) to stick it up my wazoo. I use my name or I use nothing.
I mean, I know that I was fooling anyone with my nickname, but I did like the sheild, the faceless quality. And I can't do that anymore. I'm like batman with an identity crises (I know, you were probably just thinking about how much like Batman I am).
So I can't talk about my work, or my shitty, shitty school situation. I can't be full-on honest anymore, and I don't like that man. I'm a shitty liar.
I haven't decided if I'm going to keep writing or not. And may I just say; Balls.
The Blogger formerly known as the Help.
Hi, I'm Nicole.
Balls.
I don't like this. I tried to put my name in as The Help, and basically I was told (electronically of course) to stick it up my wazoo. I use my name or I use nothing.
I mean, I know that I was fooling anyone with my nickname, but I did like the sheild, the faceless quality. And I can't do that anymore. I'm like batman with an identity crises (I know, you were probably just thinking about how much like Batman I am).
So I can't talk about my work, or my shitty, shitty school situation. I can't be full-on honest anymore, and I don't like that man. I'm a shitty liar.
I haven't decided if I'm going to keep writing or not. And may I just say; Balls.
The Blogger formerly known as the Help.
Hi, I'm Nicole.
Balls.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Hello Dah-links
I haven't written in like 5 months, it's like i've been re-virgin-ized in the whole writing process. I'm a born again virgin. Yeah, I never bought that crap either.....did you have someone come to your school when you were a teenager and talk about the perils of teenage sex, and then clim they were a born again virgin? I did, and even in my as yet unjaded teenage years, I didn't fall for it. sounds to me like you were a raging slut and needed to justify it to yourself lady. but what do I know?
So a lot has happened since I last wrote. A lot of it was just normal life stuff, and honestly I was too tired, like mentally (who knew I was capable of such things?) to write every day. There were days I had a hard time brushing my teeth, so writing was out of the question.
On the good news front, I finally, after a 150 year wait, got my hurty finger fixed! I have a hurty finger no more, and I have literally not taken pain killers ONCE since the post-surgical pain wore off. For the first time in my adult life. I'll include a pic below, but be warned, it ain't pretty. Whats funny about the surgery - I figured since it was such a small thing, doctors kept telling me that it wasn't a big deal (don't you feel like punching people in the nads when they tell you pain isn't real?).....I figured I'd have the surgery in the morning, and be playing piano that afternoon. No so. The surgery kicked my ass, it was nuts. The morphine may have had a part to play in my ass kicking. I got on a plane to Ottawa the night of my surgery (smart move), and my awesome fella picked me up at the airport, and apparently all I did for the rest of the evening was cry and mumble "morphine". What a delight i must have been to be around. Good news is, I don't remember any of it, so I'm just pretending it wasn't me.
I'm back in school. That's all I have to say about that.
I'm going through some stuff right now. I haven't decided if I'm going to talk about it here or not, but I don't want to talk about it today. Suffice it to say, I've had some terrible things happen, and I'm coping. Well. I'm trying.
It's good to see you all again.
The Help
So a lot has happened since I last wrote. A lot of it was just normal life stuff, and honestly I was too tired, like mentally (who knew I was capable of such things?) to write every day. There were days I had a hard time brushing my teeth, so writing was out of the question.
On the good news front, I finally, after a 150 year wait, got my hurty finger fixed! I have a hurty finger no more, and I have literally not taken pain killers ONCE since the post-surgical pain wore off. For the first time in my adult life. I'll include a pic below, but be warned, it ain't pretty. Whats funny about the surgery - I figured since it was such a small thing, doctors kept telling me that it wasn't a big deal (don't you feel like punching people in the nads when they tell you pain isn't real?).....I figured I'd have the surgery in the morning, and be playing piano that afternoon. No so. The surgery kicked my ass, it was nuts. The morphine may have had a part to play in my ass kicking. I got on a plane to Ottawa the night of my surgery (smart move), and my awesome fella picked me up at the airport, and apparently all I did for the rest of the evening was cry and mumble "morphine". What a delight i must have been to be around. Good news is, I don't remember any of it, so I'm just pretending it wasn't me.
I'm back in school. That's all I have to say about that.
I'm going through some stuff right now. I haven't decided if I'm going to talk about it here or not, but I don't want to talk about it today. Suffice it to say, I've had some terrible things happen, and I'm coping. Well. I'm trying.
It's good to see you all again.
The Help
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)