a rant and a list woohoo!

I am too tired to write out an entire entry at the moment.  Also, I need to do art homework and so the quicker I procrastinate, the better.  If that makes any sense at all.  This entry will be in list form because I love making lists.

I’m a listographer.  Probably.

I have a big problem with…

1. People who wear running/ athletic sneakers with jeans.  If you’re going to wear sneakers when you aren’t working out at least have the decency pair them with athletic pants.
2. People who say “shut up.”  I don’t care if everyone says it it’s mean and I mentally gasp every time I hear it.
3. Mayonnaise on french fries – are you kidding me?
4. Angelina Jolie and her erroneous existence.
5. This statement: “Yeah bro I must have gone all through high school with out reading a whole book.”  Congrats.
6. Also, this statement: “I’m not a sweet eater.”  Give me a break.
7. The Eggo waffle breakfast sandwich from Dunkin Donuts.  It’s like pocket sized diabetes!
8. Bats.  But they’re sort of cool too.  Maybe bats shouldn’t be on this list.
9. 8. again, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn.  If hating this story makes me an anti-American or something, so be it.
10. 9. (I messed up the list when I decided bats were OK) – The North Face jackets that are like…SHAGGY or something, or furry?  Or the metallic Ugg boots?  Ladies, you’re really pushing it with these ones….
11. 10.  When my food isn’t hot.  Like, really hot. Like, I always microwave my dinner in the middle of eating, hot.
12. 11.  (I’ll stop with 11) – Being cold.  Think about something you already hate doing, and then think about how much worse it would be if you were cold while doing it.  Doing homework and being cold.  Being hungry and being cold.  Not having a jacket and being cold (obviously).  Seeing a cockroach and being cold.  Throwing up and being cold.  Eating liver and onions and being cold.  Watching people play guitar hero and being cold.  Going blind and being cold.  Even.  Being cold can also potentially ruin a usually enjoyable activity – Attending a carnival and being cold, eating ice cream and being cold, doing jump-n-jacks and being cold, or worst of all, meeting Sean Penn and being cold.

But I love a lot of other things like bakeries and springtime and halloween and meatball sandwiches and beach towels and cocoa butter and incense and candles and sunglasses and overflowing mugs of cookie dough ice cream, though!

=]goodbye.

Unbelievable.

I know this isn’t an A&E blog, but I just need to comment on Rock of Love.  So for a brief moment allow me to reflect on the television show, which now takes place on a tour bus.

Are they kidding me?

OK, that’s all.  But before you think I hate Rock of Love on the Bus or whatever it’s called please be aware that I tune in every Sunday night at 9.  I just can’t believe this show exists.

Anyway, I need to slip into Rocky Balboa status tommorow and relay like a champ, because I go from 9a.m. to approximately 10:30p.m. with a 2 hour break in between.

Boohoo poor me.  But not really poor me at all, because the one thing that will be keeping me going all day is the notion that upon my return home I’ll be greeted with the giant heart shaped Russell Stover box of candies that my mom and dad sent me for Valentines day.

Heart shaped boxes of candy are my favorite!  I feel like a real classic female when I open up that red box and go searching for the perfect square, circular or rectangular shaped chocolate covered candy goodness.  It’s strange, I would never go out and buy a strawberry coated chocolate thinger at CVS or something, ew, but when I pick one out of the heart shaped box the taste is like nothing else in the world!  SO good.

For the record, my favorite chocolate in the box is coconut, and said candies are usually shaped like circles and are slightly wider than the other circles in the box.  It’s always my mission to try and guess what the flavors are – but I never use the given cheat sheet.  Russell Stover would never allow it.  That’s too Whitman’s sampler for my Stover heart.  Come to think of it, I don’t know if Russell Stover even supplies patrons with a candy cheat sheet.  It’s immoral anyway.

But I digress – back to feeling like a lady.  It’s very lady-like to eat from a heart shaped box of chocolates.  It may mean you are loved, or it may mean you have had your heart broken, or maybe you have a secret admirer even, or a stalker, or maybe it means you are a confident woman who bought yourself a box of chocolates for Valentines day.  It could mean you are a frugal and modern woman, who bought herself a heart shaped box of chocolates after February 14th for 75% off.  No matter where it came from, a large and frilly heart shaped box of chocolates, and eating from a heart shaped box of chocolates never means you’ve done anything erroneous or miserable or hideous like having vacuumed or ironed or taken out a stain or conducted a science experiment or fed a tarantula a live mouse or something.

Yes.  Heart shaped boxes of candy are more than just boxes of candy.  They are heart shaped boxes of girl power!  Or something like that?  I’m tired.

I love JIF

If peanut butter became illegal, I would move to Canada.

Comfort vs. what?

Does anyone else wish the Converse All-Star were a bit more insulated/comfortable/foot flattering?

I wear them every day and they don’t even look that cool.

Like, my foot looks huge.

And how many times do I need to step into a puddle or mound of snow and be cursed with a wet shoe in order to change my ways?

Whatever, I guess.  You live, you learn.  Or you don’t.

Clearly I don’t.  Or can’t.

12 items or less

The checkout register at Stop & Shop is labeled 12 items or less for a REASON.  Individuals with more than 12 items to purchase should NOT be allowed to check out at this register.  Individuals with a giant carriage full of groceries on Superbowl Sunday should NOT be allowed to check out at said register.

And women over 40 should not be allowed to wear their hair in pigtail braids.

Especially not at Stop & Shop.

And EVEN MORE especially not in while they are loading up the conveyer belt in the 12 items or less checkout line with 50+ items.

Goodnight.

There’s no middle ground regarding food items to love or hate.

Either you love, or you LOATHE the following:

1. Cilantro
2. Curry
3. Mayonnaise
4. Cinnamon
5. Nutmeg
6. Sushi
7. Soy Milk
8. Bologna
9. Meatloaf
10. Coconut

TRY telling me I’m wrong about this.  Just.  Try.

dreams of mine

it's true

I’m going to let you all in on a little secret of mine.  The secret is that I have many dreams.  In fact, I constitute everything I want to do/ haven’t ever been able to do as a valid dream of mine.  It’s all a part of my scientific method, which you can read all about if you click on “about the style” above the Ray Bans at the top of this blog.  Here are a few examples of some dreams I have:

1. Up until Sunday, it was my dream to see Cats, the musical of course.  Then on Sunday, I got to see Cats.  I will say that I didn’t understand it in the least bit, so if you have any insight or experience with the musical don’t hesitate to contact me.  But regardless, it is no longer my dream to see Cats because I saw it on Sunday.
2. It is my dream to go to a Carvel ice cream shop.  Up until college, I thought Carvel was just a company making ice cream cakes and selling them at Stop & Shop.  Apparently they sell ice cream, and it’s a dream of mine to try it.
3. It’s a dream of mine to see the movie “House Bunny.”  But no one will watch it with me.  I’m sorry but I think it looks hilarious.  Actually I’m not sorry.  Who wants to see House Bunny with me?
4. There is a place across the street from my house called “Olde Ye Butcher Shoppe” or something to that effect.  It’s my dream to go there.  But would it be awkward if I didn’t buy anything?
5. I also want to go to “Bread and Chocolate” on Whitney Ave.
6. **Note:  Most of my dreams are food and restaurant related.
7. But some aren’t – for instance it’s always been a dream of mine to read Trinity, by Leon Uris.  But I don’t think I’m in any sort of position to be able to get through it right now.
8. It’s a dream of mine to go to India.

There are also a few, if not many, things that AREN’T dreams of mine.  For example,

1. I don’t ever want to enjoy eating a chicken wing.
2. As an adult, I won’t have potpourri in my house.
3. It’s never been a dream of mine to milk a cow.

I think you get the idea.  But I digress.  I originally planned on blogging about the most ongoing and constant dream of mine there is and ever was:

I WANT TO FIND A HEALTHY MUFFIN RECIPE THAT TASTES GOOD.

What constitutes as a healthy muffin, you may wonder.  Well I’m glad you asked.  A healthy muffin, according to my standards, should be relatively low in calories, and relatively high in fiber/ whole grains.  My dream healthy muffin would be like a coffee cake muffin recipe with a butter struesel  topping that is somehow healthy, but pigs can’t fly and I can’t breathe under water either so a simple blueberry muffin recipe would do just as well.

And I’ve tried.  I’ve tried carrot-pecan muffins (you could knock someone out with one of those bricks).  I’ve tried cottage cheese and cherry muffins (they oozed out of the pan).  I made a molasses blackberry quick bread that tasted like a tree.  I made Bran-raisin muffins that I ate but didn’t really enjoy (I tried to salvage them with powdered sugar -HA. As if.)

And so here I sit, not especially looking forward to my thousandth bowl of oatmeal tomorrow morning as I have given in to the fact that until I have my own kitchen and a Kitchen Aid electric mixer (to own a standing electric mixer is another dream of mine) I will be unable to cook up the healthiest and tastiest of muffins.

Any ideas?

shake well, blog often.

Dearest Blog Your Style readers, if any readers do in fact exist, please accept my most sincere apology for not having blogged in…oh…three months or so.  If I were you, I would not forgive me.

For those who are active members of the blog world, it seems to me that a blogger failing to blog for three months is to Avril Lavigne failing to use any eyeliner for approximately three days.

But nevertheless, now that the past semester has come to an end and a new and final spring semester is on the horizon for me, I plan to logon to wordpress more often and blog more frequently.

Just as the SILK Soymilk container reads, “Shake Well, Buy Often,” I will stop being a tool and blog often.  I’ll apologize again to those who know nothing of Soy products, which is a fairly large percentage of the college-age population – but I don’t plan on opening up THAT wound at the moment.

Instead of babbling about the benefits of soy, I’ll take this time to wish everyone a happy new year.  This is not with out rant, however, because as previous posts have informed you (while they are few and far between) I do enjoy ranting about everyday matters ranging from cookies to converse and hooters restaurants to hooded sweatshirts.  ”Blog your style” is not limited to fashion, but rather lifestyle choices I make and encounter on a daily basis.

For instance, what compelled Zee, my waiter at the Hard Rock Cafe in Fanuiel Hall last night, to throw a fork atop my place setting along with a Brownie Hot Fudge Sundae and say, “Sorry we’re out of spoons, but this should get the job done.”

“Get the job done” ?  Okay, first of all, if eating ice cream is anything so miniscule to be labeled it most certainly should NOT be labeled a “JOB,” and if it is in fact said “job” it is certainly NOT a job I’d like to “Get done”.  Ice cream, to me, is JOY at it’s most pure form.  A HOBBY.  Yes.  Eating ice cream is one of my hobbies.  And isn’t the point of a hobby to maintain a general interest in your life for as long as possible?

Sorry Zee, this fork will not get the job done for me.

But now that I have digressed so intensely that I don’t see myself ever climbing out of this dark hole piled high with three scoops of mint oreo and purple cow ice creams topped with sprinkles and maraschino cherries, I can only hope that my example of “Zee and the fork” has enforced what I want this blog to be: A reflection of my lifestyle as it relates to my interactions with the outside world.

And if these interactions somehow concern minute incidences ranging from poor style choices (don’t get me started on girls wearing ties with t-shirts), party cake ice cream (it’s perfect), spandex (underrated), TGI Fridays (What’s the point?), or whether or not  black and navy blue match (newsflash: they do.)…….so. be. it. 

 

sprinkles are so pretty

Haven’t been posting.

I apologize for not having posted recently.  I have so much schoolwork that I just haven’t had time.  Come to think of it, I haven’t had much time for showering or eating either.  So don’t feel so bad, blog.

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Really, though?

To the dear, dear gentleman and scholars strolling through the Hamden Stop & Shop parking lot, dressed in  “Hooters” muscle T-shirts, and shouting at me, a QU female, “YEAHHH!  HOW YOU DOING TODAYYYYY!?,” you’ve got to be kidding.

You’re 30.  It’s creepy that you shout at college girls, especially while wearing a “Hooters” T-shirt.  It’s creepy that you even choose to wear a “Hooters” T-shirt.

As if I’ll holler back, “Thank goodness you said something!  I noticed you from across the shopping carts, handsome!  I’m fine today, how are you?”

Uh.  No.  Instead, I shake my head in disapproval, which in turn causes him to shake his head in disapproval of my response!  Regardless, I continue on my way out of the parking lot, with my joyous canvas shopping bag that’s bursting with apples, lettuce, cookie dough and Frosted Mini Wheats.
Ladies, beware of the Hamden Stop & Shop.

And gentlemen, if you’re wearing a “Hooters” T-Shirt, I would really love to know what you’re thinking.