Pages

Friday, January 21, 2011

"Grey Sky, I think I changed my mind I find no need to pretend. Grey Sky, would you allow me to be so into you, my friend?"

Hello my little snow bunnies! It's bitter cold, campus is covered with snow and ice, and I want nothing more than to be on a beach. Keeping up with my one New Year's Resolution, I'm going to share my Word of the Week with all of you! I'm sure you can't contain your excitement! This word actually showed up in a poem, and I'm glad I wasn't the only who had no idea what it mean't or how to pronounce it. Fixed that. Turns out I love this word.

élan

-noun

dash; impetuous ardor, combination of style and vigor

Have a fabulous Friday!





Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Fa La La




Typically, I'm not a fan of overly romantic things. And normally I would never post anything like this, however, I do think the simplest things are the sweetest. And that its the tiniest things that reassure you about your decisions and choices. And this story actually made me smile. A lot. And that's rare. Because this is my definition of adorable. So I decided to share. Because I'm nice like that. Also, as a nod to my first day of my Intro to Creative Nonfiction class.
Glamour, a prime example of high quality, informative journalism..., did this spread called "How I knew," comprised of guy's memory's about "How I knew I would Really Marry Her," "How I knew I was going to Cheat," "How I knew she was the one," ETC. My absolute favorite, in fact the only one worth mentioning, is Adam Sternbergh's, entitled "How I Knew She Wasn't the One." Sternbergh is an editor at large at New York Magazine (not that that is relevant to the story at all, but maybe it accounts for why the article is so well written. Maybe not, what do I know)?

HOW I KNEW...
She Wasn't The One

"It's often difficult to pinpoint the exact moment when you know she's The One. But it's often really, really easy to pinpoint the exact moment when you knew she wasn't. Here are five such moment:
1. I was living downtown, and you were living in the suburbs. It was all very Billy Joel "Uptown Girl," except for when you came down to meet me for breakfast for the first time at my favorite greasy spoon and declared, "Oh my God, I didn't realize people actually lived down here!" And that's when I knew you were not The One.
2. You walked into my apartment and said, "Wow. You sure have a lot of books. Did you actually read all of these?" In your defense, I do have a lot of books. Maybe even more than you'd reasonably expect to find in the apartment of, you know, a writer. But the "Did you actually read all of these?" part made me worry that either (a) you think maybe I bought them in bulk from Ikea as decoration, or (b) you regard reading books not as something fun and essential but something your second-grade teacher used to make you do. Either way, you were lovely, and I wish you well, but that's when I knew you were not The One.
3. Leaving the movie theater with you, I spotted a Star Wars poster. Like a complete nerd, I floated the ultimate romantic trial balloon: "Hey, look--they're re-releasing Star Wars," I said nonchalantly, as if it was no big deal and not, you know, the biggest deal ever. To which you said, "I love Star Wars." And that's when I though, OMG, maybe you are The One. Then you said, "The Ewoks are the best! So adorable!" Not The One.
4. You wrote in your online-dating profile, "NO CRAZIES." You know who writes "no crazies" in all caps on their online-dating profile? Crazies. SO THAT'S WHEN I KNEW YOU WERE NOT THE ONE.
5. We were walking outside after a particularly successful date. It was only a few weeks into our relationship and about a month before Christmas. Leafless trees sprouted up from the snow banks, and I looked up at an apartment building and thought, You know, it sure is nice when people take time to put lights out on their balconies. I was about to say this to you when you said, "You know what I really like? When people put lights on their balconies for the holidays. It's such a small effort, but it makes things so beautiful." And that's when I knew you were not--oh, wait. You were The One. We're getting married next spring.

I don't know, this just makes me smile. I guess because one thing, one moment, above all of the other stupid, wrong, embarrassing, idiotic ones can mean absolutely everything. And I guess, to me, that's love. I'm also completely envious of Sternbergh because his voice comes through so beautifully in this and its compelling and short and sweet and most definitely, to the point.



Saturday, January 15, 2011

"But I don't know what you're supposed to say, to a midwestern girl a thousand miles away"


My enthusiasm for journalism just cannot be contained! I'm a fool. Must return to the Midwest today in order to continue to further my higher education. It's just swell.


Monday, January 10, 2011

"These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do, one of these days these boots will walk all over you."

I got my first pair of cowboy boots my freshmen year of high school from Lord & Taylors. I didn't really realize it then, but cowboy boots are a fashion necessity in the wardrobe of any well-dressed woman. It's just one of those things that should be in your closet, regardless if your from the West or not. Depending on the style of the boot they either add some edge or sweetness to a little sundress during the spring season. Mine are just your basic light brown boots, but I literally started drooling I saw this beautiful pair in the recent issue of Lucky magazine.
However, $500, for a pair of cowboy boots is a bit excessive, especially considering I'm a college student, and even if I scrimped and saved the money to purchase them I wouldn't feel happy about spending it all on one pair of boots. (This is why I don't put money away for anything in particular, because once I save all that money I can't bring myself to blow it all. I just can't do it.) Plus, between you know tuition, books, sorority bills, my coffee addiction and weekends out I'd just feel foolish, frivolous and selfish spending that much money on a pair of boots when I could be helping my parents out or making savvy financial decisions.
But who knows, maybe by the end of 2011 I'll have stashed enough away and will feel justified in purchasing them. And if not, I'll just continue to covet them and write about my current fashion obsession: The leather "Bonnie Vesuvio" boots from Allens Boots in Austin Texas.