Did anyone watch Glee two weeks ago? I haven't been able to get Sam's version of Justin Bieber's "Baby" out of my head.
I know, I know- 23 year old girls should not listen to Justin Bieber songs, even if they are sung by adorable members of a fictional Glee club.
Sigh, I think I'm going to listen to it again.
Oh, and in case you were worried, Eric totally knows about my crush. I made him listen to the song twice this morning.
What's your embarrassing Sunday Confession this week?
I still get excited every time I wear these Armani heels!
I'm
wearing:
Shirt: H&M
Skirt: Romeo & Juliet Couture, via Loehmann's
Shoes: Emporio Armani, via sample sale
Bag: Coach
Thanks Thibault for taking the photos :)
I'm currently snuggling in my bed at home, watching old episodes of Chuck and marveling at the fact that Sadie is sleeping. She's not destroying my Mac charger, she's not biting my head and she's not going through my trashcan. She's lying at the end of my bed doing nothing. This is amazing. All I need are blueberry pancakes, and this would be the perfect morning.
P.S.- I'm stuck in Boston because of a yucky blizzard in Maryland. Hopefully I'll be back in Baltimore soon so I can pack up my life and leave for London on Thursday. Ahh, so excited!
As you all know, I'm studying public relations, and in order to succeed in PR, you need to be good at talking with people. And promoting your company. And getting people pumped.
Well, I'm pretty sure I've almost mastered all of those skills. When I think back to my role at Blogher09, I remember smiling my face off and trying to get people excited. I remember using little rhymes and mnemonics, trying to make people laugh and being, well, extremely perky.
Every time I watch those annoying Progressive commercials with Flo, the extremely upbeat salesperson, I see myself. I would totally get excited about a "big tricked out name tag," or try to make really awkward jokes. My perkiness would overwhelm the tv watchers, yet somehow charm the pretend insurance customers in the commercial:
I somehow simultaneously love and hate Flo....and I'm pretty sure that if I worked at Progressive, I would simply be her. Only difference? My name tag would say: LAN
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I've been watching a lot of TV lately with my roommates. It's sort of like a bonding activity, I guess. Wednesday nights are for Glee, and Thursday nights are for Vampire Diaries (Izzy's choice), Grey's Anatomy (Kristyn and Izzy's choice) and Private Practice (mine and Kristyn's choice).
In addition to specific "scheduled" TV time, we've also spent a lot of time vegging in front of the TV and doing other things. Take Friday, for instance, while Kristyn did some reading (I have no idea how she can do that), I brought my straightener into the living room and did my hair while watching What Not to Wear.
Basically, I've watched a lot of TV and have seen a ton of commercials. Because we've been watching the same channels typically at similar times, we've seen the same commercials over, and over and OVER again.
I've gotten to the point where I want to mute the TV and scream. I have too many jingles stuck in my head. I know all of the punch lines. These commercials are getting old.
But, as much as I hate most of the commercials I've been taking in, their are a few that still make me laugh:
I am...exhausted to say the least. I spent the past weekend in New York, starting out in Queens with the fabulous Megan and then heading to Tarrytown for my cousin Jon's wedding. Let's just say Meg got me hooked on yet another TV show and I think I'm ok with it.
Megan was previously responsible for introducing me to 30 Rock and Arrested Development, two shows that played a part in my love life: A and I got through most of the first season of 30 Rock over the course of a few dates, While D and I enjoyed watching random episodes of Arrested Development together. Though neither of those relationships lasted, my love for their respective TV shows remains strong.
But back to this weekend:
Megan and I spent 7 out of approximately 24 hours together watching True Blood- it felt just like being back in the dorm, except this time, neither of us was avoiding studying for finals or nursing a hangover. In short, we had a lot of fun. Somehow, watching True Blood makes me both love and hate southerners at the same time. What can I say- I'm sorely conflicted, but that's not too unusual for me ;)
Well, I have a date with a hot computer nerd/spy so I best be going! Pictures and wedding updates will hopefully go up later!
PS- I'm pretty sure I find the True Blood opening credits scarier than the actual show- thank goodness for the fast forward button!
As you know, I've spent the last week watching way too many episodes of Chuck. I also used to watch Alias and Veronica Mars religiously. I think these shows have slowly changed my perspective on everyday life.
Exhibit A: A few days ago, I sat in an armchair admiring the view (pictured above) from my apartment. Instead of simply enjoying the scenery, my brain immediately went into spy mode. If I were a spy, I thought, my 15th floor living room would be a great place for a sniper to set up camp. Because our windows don't open, he'd probably need to use a glass cutter to slice out a tiny hole...
Exhibit B: I was running a few errands, when I noticed a group of three guys clustered together and chatting. They looked like some kind of manual laborers. I immediately assumed that they'd made some kind of transaction, that their construction worker outfits were actually costumes. I was waiting for one of them to pull out a gun and shoot the guy they no longer needed. That didn't happen.
Exhibit C: When I passed the Bank of America ATM vestibule today, I saw a man with a big camera loitering outside. It was then that I decided he was simply posing as a BU photographer, when he was actually taking photos of people's bank card information to sell to the bad guys.
Yeah...I need to stop watching TV.
I think I'm in love. He's tall, adorable, a computer geek and oh yeah, a spy! Over the past 48 hours, I've watched the entire first season of Chuck. Is that sad? I know I've had 5 days to unpack, but I've been busy with my new man, Chuck! What can I say, I'm hooked.
I've shoved all of the stuff I haven't found places for under my bed. Whatever, it works.
I've been wanting my lovely ex-roommate, Megan, to guest post for a while now. She's probably the funniest person I know, and I've learned a ton from her during our year together. For example, dish soap is an amazing stain remover. Oh, and honey tastes good with everything, including brownies. She's back home in NY for the year, but I'm crossing my fingers and hoping that she'll continue to keep us all updated and laughing via her blog, My Pet Lizard Slappy.
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Hey blog readers!
Alana and I lived together during the 2008-2009 school year, which is why Alana probably contacted me to write a “confession” themed post. As it turns out, most of my daily life could somehow qualify as material one would “confess” as opposed to mention over a cup of coffee.
I was definitely excited to guest post, but I decided immediately that I wanted to write something that would surprise even my former roommate. That eliminated crashing a wedding, wearing underwear on my wet hair at night (you should try it! It keeps your pillow dry,) conversing with our pet fish, and eating honey directly out of the container. I thought of a certain pee-peeing on a fake tan incident that happened recently, but that would be too embarrassing even for me (perhaps another guest post when the horror of it starts to fade...)And I really mean a full blown, it’s-an-illness, obsessed, freak of a Price Is Right addict. When I was a child, I would wear a homemade nametag while I watched the show, but recently my addiction has escalated to new levels. My childhood best friend and number one enabler, Catie, recently developed a similar sickness for The Price is Right, or “TPIR,” as she calls it. We text each other comments during the show and muse about what pricing games we would like to play. One night, as we ate a lovely dinner at the local IHOP, we realized that the first step getting on the Price is Right would be vibrant group t-shirts. (For those of you not familiar with TPIR, the audience members wear hideous, bright T-shirt with sayings such as “I’m 90, Feisty, and Ready to Spin!”)
Well, I’ll spare you the details of rushing to the craft store, or how we ultimately decided the base of a great t-shirt is of course, a great tie-dye, but last Friday night, four close friends and I took the first step toward our pending appearance on TPIR by making these masterpieces:
