Three Peaches

Describe yourself with three adjectives! GO!


+Title from Neutral Milk Hotel

2+2=5 (The Lukewarm)

2+2=4 hours of class
1 hour of group meeting time
4 hours (estimate) of work time to finish paper/webpage

4+1+4=9 hours until I am effing done with grad school!


Just another reason to celebrate! December is going to be really good.

XO,SVR

For What Reason

I know it's terrible that Sean Taylor was shot and I really hope he recovers, but they just cut into Alicia Keys singing "No One" on the Tyra Banks show to give an update. You mean a running feed on the bottom wouldn't work? Waiting until an actual news show wasn't an option? I'm all about keeping us informed, but a girl needs her "No One"!

XO,
SVR

***Update*** Holy cow I can't believe he died. Craziness.

Karma Police

I'm not sure if I believe in signs and superstitions and karma. Well, I definitely do not believe in superstitions as those are completely irrational. However, I do always kiss the ceiling when I drive through a yellow light and I always make a wish when I see a shooting star. I like to think that those are just reminders to think positively as opposed to wishing for something to happen. Sometimes I don't want to "jinx" us at work and say something like, "It's not crowded!", but that is such a silly thought-like my saying that will cause the gates to open and the people to flood in.

Signs are what tend to make me stop and furrow my brow in thought. And what do I really mean by "signs" anyway? It's so vague, which is maybe why they work out so well. It's like when you realize you and your best friend both went to the same camp and kids and even though you didn't know each other then, you eventually met. It's like it was meant to be. Or when you're late and running frantically and then cross paths with your crush-helllooo, what a sign! It's just when things work out, or something happens that could be a coincidence, but the circumstances make it more meaningful.


Anyway, after all of that, I think it was a sign.

Those Memories

Things I Will Remember From This Year's Thanksgiving*:

• Grass stains on my jeans
• Salsa
• "I'm 1/3 Chickasaw!"
  
• Touch Football in the dark
• Ye Olde Photo Booth
• "Indian Land: Do Not Trespass!"
• Hookah
  
• Ye Olde Forbidden Party Fouls
• Fog machine
  
• Middle of the night texts for help
  
• Two hashbrowns!
  
• "Turkey dinner" "Turkey dinner" "Turkey dinner" "Turkey dinner" "Linguine Tuscadora, Thank you!"
• Serena tricking me with sour cream. The trust is gone;)
  
• Wii
• "These pants have no give!"

What I Am Thankful For This Year:

• You
• You
• You
• You
• You
• You...and
• You!
• Oh, and that.
  

XO,
SVR


*Note: The first few are from the party we had the night before.

Ooh Ooh Baby

I don't know what to wear. The party starts when people get here, which could be any time really, and I still don't know what to wear. It's way warmer than I expected and so I had to throw out all of my original ideas. Now I have no idea!

Eeeeek!

Mexicola

I went after work to see No Country For Old Men with B. We first went to the nice theatre to check out the times, but the movie selection was horrible so we headed over to the more ghetto one. They had a much better selection and we debated between No Country For Old Men and American Gangster, but chose the former based on the start time.

Except for knowing that Tommy Lee Jones is in it, I went in not knowing much about the film. It made for an interesting viewing experience. So often now, it seems like the trailers they show for movies tell the entire story so it was cool to watch this one with no preconceived notions about it.

I do recommend this movie. I liked it a lot. It is not for everyone, though, so don't go see it as blindly as I did!

After the movie I saw the Colbert Report for the first time. We also watched Idiocracy and parts of Cutting Class staring the one and only Brad Pitt!

Good afternoon:)

XO,
SVR

bLISTer

Top 7.5 Things I Want To Ask For From Sandy Claws, But Won't:
7.5. Kego...
7. Tiffany everything
6. Tinted Windows
5. Puppy
4. XBox
3. The Entire JCrew Catalogue
2. Spinning Dubs For My Car
1. Canon XTi

Top 7.5 Things I Want To Try In Sushi:
7.5. Th...
7. Egg
6. Dragon Sauce
5. Tator Tot
4. French Fry
3. Noodles
2. Brownie
1. Pizza

Use It

I texted Kristabella earlier to complain about my inability to blog. I've already failed at NaBloPoMo, so am now just trying to post on days when I am home for more than a few hours. I think of funny or entertaining things while at work, but since I can't type them out while there, I lose my motivation by the time I get home.

I also told her that my most entertaining stuff are things I can't really put up here. I mean, I could, since I can do whatever I want. Free speech, blah blah, but they are either private things or things that would just cause trouble elsewhere. Believe me, though, when I tell you they are gooooood. They are better than fiction. You would probably question some of it as fiction, actually. Mostly the crazy. Anyway...

What I will write about instead is Twitter and my obsession with it. Ever since I got unlimited texting I have been twittering a lot. It's fun. It's the blogging I can do while at work...and while driving...and while drinking...and while angry...and while half asleep...and while...well, you get the idea. And now I get the updates of a few of my twittering friends texted to me, which has only added to the fun. (Unlimited texting. I am merely getting my money's worth, people!)

So I ask you...are you on Twitter?

Little Discourage

How many people does it take to change a tire?

Apparently about seven...as long as one of them has AAA.

So Sunday night I was leaving our Holiday Work Meeting, with Serena in my car, when something felt funny and I pulled over. Lo and behold, I had a flat tire. Luckily, most of the staff were still around so I had no fewer than 10 people come over to offer assistance.

I have actually never changed a tire, to be honest. I think I am finally to the point where I could change one if I needed to, but so far in my life, I have never really needed to.

Anyway, that's what guy friends, boyfriends, dads, and random strangers are for, which is exactly what happened Sunday night. I had barely yelled out, "I have a flat tire!" before everyone was over there jacking the car up, making inappropriate "That's what she said" jokes, and then...discovering that the tire was stuck. The lug nuts were off, yet the tire was hanging on like no one's business.

It's disconcerting to see your car on a jack and hear people say words like, "stuck" and "corroded." Then they started asking me when I last got tires, which of course, I couldn't remember. I am not smrt when it comes to cars-I just do what I'm told, when I'm told. (Except for this last oil change, which I put off for way too long. Sorry, car.)

Once we couldn't get the tire off, Ben, who has AAA, called to report the problem and we were given a 70 minute ETA. So we spent the next 70 minutes: playing nerf football, getting wet/hiding under umbrellas, making jokes, gossiping, trying to fix the tire by pouring coke on it (Thanks, Serena!), etc.

I appreciated everyone staying, but I also felt bad since I know most of them had better things to do. Serena reminded me, though, that everyone was there on their own accord (Well, almost everyone, haha.)

AAA got there at about 1230am, an hour and a half after we had called them. I was staying positive, but had this little voice in the back of my head that kept saying I would have to get my car towed and wouldn't be going home that night. That, my friends, would have been horrrrible news. Luckily, though, the AAA guy had super quads and after a few kicks, had loosened my tire and had it replaced before I could even offer to kiss him on the mouth in thanks.

Keep On Singin' My Song

Every time I go to an open mic I imagine in my head that somehow I will get mad guitar and singing skills and will step on stage and wow the crowd. That has yet to happen, by the way. It's like my daydream of taking over for some famous techno DJ and wowing the crowd with my spinning. I did threaten last night that I would be bringing my bassoon one week. It's a funny thought on many levels: 1) DORK, 2) "What the hell is she playing?, 3) It's too tall for stage, etc.

Anyway, last night's open mic, dubbed each and every week as "The Greatest Open Mic Of All Time" was pretty good. It was a little disconcerting and hilarious when we first walked in and saw about 20 middle-aged people all crowded around one of the TVs. Turns out Chap, who ran for the State Senate, was having a private party or something at The Firehouse Tap Grill and his friends, family, and supporters were freaking out whenever the results were shown. They did eventually move to the bar area so the open mix could start, but they continued to be loud.

Not as many people played as the last time I went, but I definitely recognized some faces and songs. I got some pictures, which I'll have to post later, but I wish I could describe the two middle-aged guys who got up and sang David Bowie and Eurythmic songs. It was bad-ass in a tambourine kind of way*. Brendan went second to last and was quite successful in his oddly tuned endeavor. All instrumental, it reminded me a little of Mogwai** + Explosions In The Sky** + a sitar. In fact, the tambourine man who sang "Sweet Dreams" was next to me and I thought he was going to go kiss him he liked it so much.

Thinking the night was over, I was gathering my things to leave when we got the surprise of the night..."Senator Elect....CHAP!" Dude! Chap was there and got up and sang a little ACDC. I got pictures and you better believe I'll be using those as blackmail. Uhhh, kidding.


XO,
SVR



*That's good, by the way.
**Acoustic, though, of course.

Undecided

I voted!


I even let the people out front try to sway my vote, which was pretty amusing. I think 99% of people vote for the party they affiliate themselves with so it always seems so uncomfortable to see them out front. I would be a terrible campaigner. I would see someone talking to the Democratic person and then not want to bother them with the Republican literature. I don't like to approach people when I seem like I have a mission (unless I'm in a bar...).


Anyway, I voted and I hope you did, too!

Don't Panic

I'm a little worried about some of you.

The temperature barely went below 50 degrees Fahrenheit today and from the looks of your outerwear, I would have guessed we were in the middle of a blizzard. Seeing as how I had been inside since 11am, I figured that in the 8 hours I was at work, a cold front must have come in.

But no. Apparently the amount of North Face I saw today was not a clear indication of the weather. When I saw Serena at 630pm I asked her, with an excited look in my eyes, if it was finally cold out. She burst my winter-loving bubble and told me that she had not even needed a scarf for her walk to work.

I am happier than anyone that it is November. I love this month as it is the true beginning of cold weather and "The Holidays". It puts me in a good mood merely to write "November" as the date. But people, it's not November Cold yet. It's not even close.

I have yet to wear a real coat. I haven't worn a sweater yet and not been too warm at some point in the day. It hasn't even crossed my mind yet to wear gloves. Hats? Not yet.

Which is why I am worried about you guys out there in your huge winter coats. If you are this cold now, you are going to die when it's actually below freezing.

XO,
SVR

Too Crazy To Care

It's been a quiet, yet action-packed, weekend. Although, I guess my "weekend" starting Wednesday night with Halloween celebrations at Serena's where I accidentally* got very drunk and couldn't drive home. Luckily, I have awesome friends and a spectacular sister, so my evening, while hazy, turned out very well.

Thursday was quiet and I spent it recuperating and finishing homework for class. Class was lame...as usual.

Friday I worked and then went on a spy mission. Really. Just a spy mission. Friday evening was crappy and good at the same time. I ended up getting home late.

I didn't work Saturday, nor did I have school, which was pretty insane. I had an entire day with absolutely nothing I had to do. That hasn't happened in a long, long time. I spent the day organizing stuff, watching TV, and catching up on some school work. I even stayed home that night! It was strangely nice. I just didn't feel like heading out and driving a lot and also, I think my body was glad for the rest. Ended up getting to sleep way later than I had planned, though, but you don't end good phone conversations too early. You let dead phone batteries end them for you.

Today I worked and then came home for some more rest and relaxation. I am currently watch 90210. It's been a nice weekend.

XO,
SVR




*Well, I did drink a lot, but there's something about her apartment that makes it affect me hardcore.

Checked

When I first moved back from Richmond about four years ago, I changed banks to make it more convenient. This was the last time I ordered checks! I have had the same checks for four years. It's not so weird, really, since I only write, on average, two a month. The time has come, though, to order a new set and I am faced with the question of what to order. For the past four years I have been sending off adorable Peanuts character checks off to Navy Federal Credit Union monthly and, while I know they must enjoy them, it's time for a change. But what do I choose this time!? I refuse to get something boring, but have also not seen the designs I really wish they had:

• Insects
• Russian Composers
• Gilmore Girls (jk. Who would take my money seriously??)
• Scotland
• Me

XO,
SVR

Randomness

Sometimes my mind works like a comedy show. I see what would make a situation or moment funny even if it's completely fantastical and crazy. Sometimes I say out loud what I am thinking, but most times I keep it to myself or just let out a little laugh and a "nothing." Yesterday, though, I was super tired and as a result I ended up saying just about everything that was on my mind.

Brendan and I stopped by Safeway on our way to Serena's to pick up some Blue Moon and coke and when we got back out to the parking lot he went to look for the keys to my car, which were in his pocket. First he pulled out his own keys and set them on the roof of my car. Then he took out his wallet and set it on the roof of the car. This is when I kind of chuckled to myself because I imagined him then pulling a chinese star or a large knife or something out of his pocket and setting on the roof of the car. I realize this doesn't sound funny, but at the time, it would have just been one of those classic, random, Monty Python-like moments.

Anyway, I didn't say anything about where my imagination had taken the moment until we got in the car and I remembered that I had promised to relay more of my random thinking. So I told him and he laughed and then stopped the car..."Did I put my stuff back in my pocket?" Turns out he had not and his keys and wallet were still on the roof of the car.

Moral of the story: Random is good. Don't hold it inside.