This blog was inspired by a number of things.
1. Mass holiday texts.
2. A million people getting married
3. A reconnection to Facebook after finals.
It has been brought to my attention recently that, after taking a step back from my southern sorority girl life, there are heavy trends in how said girls update their statuses on Facebook. These are a few of those trends, examples, and explanations of their affectiveness.
1. Anything ending in, "Um...what!?"
Example: "I just saw a guy WALKING through the drive-thru. Um...what?!"
Explanation: This describes your outrage in a slightly humorous way. You can talk about something small that happened in your day but twist it to make it sound like it was the most insane moment of your life. It also shows your disgust over something trivial that you would probably do on any other given day.
2. Something about how magnificently wonderful your brand new hubby is.
Example: "I am so thankful for my family, friends and the best husband in the world, John Smith, this Christmas!!! <3 :)"
(Disclaimer - if you don't tag him in your status on this one it means you don't love him. It needs to show up on his page too so that people know your love is real.)
Explanation: This reminds all of your thousand Facebook friend that you are married and excited about it - in case they forgot after you posted your engagement as a status, your relationship status change from in a relationship to engaged, a picture of the ring and the story of how he did it, all three albums of your engagement pictures, a countdown until your wedding day, your name change, your relationship status change from engaged to married, all sixteen of your wedding picture albums, and weekly pictures of flowers and notes that your new hubs leaves for you.
3. Anything on monumental days, no matter how non-monumental they are.
Example 1: "It's 11/11/11!"
Example 2: "Merry Xmas!"
Example 3 (referring back to #2): "Happy six week anniversary to my fantastic husband and best friend, John Smith! Can't wait to spend the rest of forever with you!"
Explanation: This either reminds people that you know what day it is, makes you feel like a good person for spreading well wishes, or once again reminds people that you are married.
4. Something about how lame your hometown is.
Example: "There is nothing to do in Johns Creek. Going to Forsyth to Steak 'N Shake. Hit me up."
Explanation: You are soooooo over your high school town and need to remind people that it was SO four years ago. Don't be surprised when your hometown is exactly as you left it after high school. But make sure to tell everyone that you're grown and mature and on your own now...except for the three weeks you come home to mooch of your parents over the holidays.
5. Mini-letters to non-human entities.
Example: "Dear snow, Did you really have to start falling right before my four hour drive home? Not cool. Sincerely, Stacy"
Explanation: You think you're being clever, but you're really showing signs of pen pal-inspired insanity.
6. Your daily/weekly/monthly goals.
Example: "This week I'm going to make myself go for a run if it kills me, and make sure I do my laundry before the weekend!"
Explanation: Your intention is to put your goals in writing so that (A) people can see how busy you are that you barely have time for menial tasks like laundry or (B) you will actually follow through with them since they're now public. You probably won't follow through and no one actually cares...like at all. So this one needs to stop.
7. Song lyric and/or movie quote.
Example 1: "'Santa! I know him!'"
Explanation 1: You love the movie Elf and, like every other day in December, it happens to be on TV. You think you may be somewhat tricking people because you didn't put what movie the quote is from, and wonder how many people will "like" your status...a sign that they get the secret joke. In fact, most of the time, the quote is extremely common and everyone gets it.
Example 2: "Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead."
Explanation 2: You have feelings, and Adele is the only one who understands.
8. Something...ANYTHING...about your religious beliefs.
Example 1: "God has blessed me with so many wonderful people in my life! I love all of you!"
Example 2: "Ezeiel 23:19 <3"
Example 3: "Happy birthday, Jesus! You are my Redeemer and Savior and Lord and such."
Explanation A: You love your religion times a billion and feel like everyone needs to hear about it because it makes you so happy and you're convinced it'll make others happy too.
Explanation B: You want people to believe you posted it because of Explanation A.
9. And subsequently something about your alcohol consumption.
Example (subtle): "Moving a little slow today."
Example (not-so-subtle): "Shit...where's my debit card? And where am I? Someone wanna pick me up?"
Explanation: You like to remind people that you're a lot of fun and like to have a good time. My lack of excessive alcohol consumption leaves me a bit baffled on this one, but my guess is that you're still enamored by your 19-year-old days of taboo inebriation or that you're still too drunk to realize that posting in the public domain about being blatto is a bad idea in general.
10. Tangible figures of time or effort.
Example 1: "12 pages down...3 to go! I WILL finish this paper tonight!"
Example 2: "About to start the 11 hour car ride home!" or "After 15 hours I finally landed in Japan!"
Explanation: Providing the facts and figures helps your fellow sorostitutes sympathize with and/or understand the extent to which you have to drive/write/fly/etc. It's challenging to express in words how hard your life can be sometimes, but numbers are a good way to provide detail.
Extra credit for any emoticons, exclamation marks, hearts, cutesy sign-offs, or inside jokes that 99.9% of your friends don't understand.
And in closing, after 42 minutes of writing, I'd like to say I love God (Mark 14:51-52), my (future) husband<3, shots of Mr. Boston (um...WHAT?!), but not Johns Creek cause it's sooooo lammmmeeeee. "Oh come let us adore Him!" MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!! XOXOXOXO
Love, Cindeer
Monday, December 26, 2011
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Right hand rings are a girl's best friend
People are getting engaged and it's freaking me out.
Yes, it's fun to stalk the engagement pictures and see who can come up with the cheesiest Scrabble configuration.
But I, for one, am not ready for anyone to put a ring on it. People get married at different times, and some people are apparently ready at 22. It works for some people. Some people are ready to settle down and promise forever to their counterpart.
I am not some people. Tis not for me.
Until May 2013, I am married to my desk. I am married to Carroll Hall. I am married to all 700 level classes that start with JOMC. And I am married to a piece of paper that will hopefully come floating my way after the next 18 months of borderline torture.
And as the selfish 22-year-old that I am, I am perfectly ok with that. I am enjoying the freedom of being able to move 400 miles away from anyone I know without looking back.
The second you say "I do" you are part of a whole. Any significant decision you make has to be seconded. These are a few of the things I know about marriage. But in the grand scheme of things, I know nothing about it. I don't know what it's like to have to pick up man panties day after day and I don't have Axe shower gel in my bathroom (though I should look into it cause it smells guuuud). Quite honestly, I really enjoy being alone and having my own space. I enjoy being selfish and ambitious without anything holding me back. Not to say spouses hold you back because I'm sure they can be supportive and warm and fuzzy.
The point is, I'm not getting married anytime soon. So to people looking at me, that think dating someone for a few years automatically means imminent engagement, you will be sorely disappointed.
This includes my grandfather. He relished in my graduation, completing his dream of seeing all seven of his grandchildren graduate college. My fear is that he hopes to see all seven of his grandchildren get married. That being said, if he holds off for that, I may be solely responsible for him living for another 10 or 15 years. My unwillingness to commit makes me godly like that.
But hark! I have a scapegoat. My cousin David is four years older than I am and he is neither married nor engaged. So when my grandfather starts hinting that I look good in white, my first response will be that I'm just waiting my turn, so when David gets married I'll follow suit. On account of not being rude and cutting in line.
So far, this is my most logical and least expletive response.
If that fails, I will tell him I'm still exploring my sexuality and am considering the option of a civil union with Jodi Picoult. That, or that I have a great-grandchild on the way for him and don't want to be pregnant in my wedding dress. Or all of the above, just for fun.
Yes, it's fun to stalk the engagement pictures and see who can come up with the cheesiest Scrabble configuration.
But I, for one, am not ready for anyone to put a ring on it. People get married at different times, and some people are apparently ready at 22. It works for some people. Some people are ready to settle down and promise forever to their counterpart.
I am not some people. Tis not for me.
Until May 2013, I am married to my desk. I am married to Carroll Hall. I am married to all 700 level classes that start with JOMC. And I am married to a piece of paper that will hopefully come floating my way after the next 18 months of borderline torture.
And as the selfish 22-year-old that I am, I am perfectly ok with that. I am enjoying the freedom of being able to move 400 miles away from anyone I know without looking back.
The second you say "I do" you are part of a whole. Any significant decision you make has to be seconded. These are a few of the things I know about marriage. But in the grand scheme of things, I know nothing about it. I don't know what it's like to have to pick up man panties day after day and I don't have Axe shower gel in my bathroom (though I should look into it cause it smells guuuud). Quite honestly, I really enjoy being alone and having my own space. I enjoy being selfish and ambitious without anything holding me back. Not to say spouses hold you back because I'm sure they can be supportive and warm and fuzzy.
The point is, I'm not getting married anytime soon. So to people looking at me, that think dating someone for a few years automatically means imminent engagement, you will be sorely disappointed.
This includes my grandfather. He relished in my graduation, completing his dream of seeing all seven of his grandchildren graduate college. My fear is that he hopes to see all seven of his grandchildren get married. That being said, if he holds off for that, I may be solely responsible for him living for another 10 or 15 years. My unwillingness to commit makes me godly like that.
But hark! I have a scapegoat. My cousin David is four years older than I am and he is neither married nor engaged. So when my grandfather starts hinting that I look good in white, my first response will be that I'm just waiting my turn, so when David gets married I'll follow suit. On account of not being rude and cutting in line.
So far, this is my most logical and least expletive response.
If that fails, I will tell him I'm still exploring my sexuality and am considering the option of a civil union with Jodi Picoult. That, or that I have a great-grandchild on the way for him and don't want to be pregnant in my wedding dress. Or all of the above, just for fun.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Meow, hiss, scratch, etc.
Friday night, I was as close as I've ever been to getting into a cat fight.
Which isn't saying much, but still.
Now imagine that you're hearing windchime-like music that takes you back to yester-year (in this case, like a month ago.) The j-school has set up a happy hour with the law school. Everything is hunky-dory until one girl writes on the Facebook event, "Journalism?" Another law student jokes about how journalism people think they can keep up with the law school kids (in terms of drinking) and they're gonna show us j-school people how to drink (lol, winky face, other emoticons symbolizing a joke).
At which point, the first girl responds with, AND I QUOTE:
"I'd drink too if I was paying for an education that led me to a dying field with no job prospects or financial security."
WHOOOOAAAAAAAAA.
Can we just agree that that statement is all kinds of wrong? Because I could write for the rest of the night about how we're all actually being PAID to be here and journalism is far from dying, much less how there are more people in law school right now than actual LAWYERS in America.
Anyways, this sparked a bit of a semi-joking, semi-evil back-and-forth (I seem to be very hyphen-happy tonight) between the two groups of students, essentially ending in the journalism kids wishing the law students good luck with the crushing debt they'll face in three years. Although it was a very classy debate, I managed to keep my wiseass mouth shut and took no part (except mentally) in the bickering.
Now windchime back to this Friday night.
My darling law school roommate Tina invites me out with her law friends to a grill where they were showing the Carrier Classic. I agree and off we go.
While watching the game with what seemed like the whole law school, I turn to the girl next to me to start conversation... "Are you a 1L, too?" I ask, with all the charm and adorableness in which I approach everything in life. "Why yes, I am....blahblahblah." We talk for a couple minutes, eventually getting to how I'm in the journalism program.
She brings up the law school/ j-school Facebook event and then insists on introducing me to the girl that started it all, who happens to be standing behind me looking like a hot mess. "No, no that's really not necessary. Seriously. We don't have to do that," I say, to no avail.
Once we're introduced, the girl (who has had a beverage or two) exclaims, "OH MY GAAWWWDDDDD, I HATE you journalism people!"
I'm sorry...do you know me? No. But now that you're about to, I'll make sure your hate is justified.
So somehow we get to the subject of me looking for an internship. "Hopefully it'll turn into a job offer," I say.
"We don't HAVE thosssse," homegirl says.
"Job offers?" I ask with my best "I had no idea that sounded bitchy" look on my face.
"Uhhhhh, no," she replies. "Internships."
*Smirk*
This continues on for a while, me feeling more and more vindicated as homegirl starts to realize that her inebriation level leaves something to be desired, and that my perfect storm of journalistic skills, sobriety and smartass genes makes me much better with words.
She later goes on and on about how she's a Penn State fan and Joe Paterno is a legend. I ask how this has anything to do with my program and she says he's getting fired because of the media, and my program "is the media." I look forward to her career as a lawyer.
Through the ten minute stream of accusations and sheer hatred, I did my best Sorority Cindy impression by smiling and pretending to be patient with this numbnut. In fact, all that was running through my mind was my mother saying I can never hit first, and subsequently two words:
SWING, BITCH.
Oh, it would have felt so good. But alas, I cruised home on the high road, and that is where the story of my first almost-fight ends.
Which isn't saying much, but still.
Now imagine that you're hearing windchime-like music that takes you back to yester-year (in this case, like a month ago.) The j-school has set up a happy hour with the law school. Everything is hunky-dory until one girl writes on the Facebook event, "Journalism?" Another law student jokes about how journalism people think they can keep up with the law school kids (in terms of drinking) and they're gonna show us j-school people how to drink (lol, winky face, other emoticons symbolizing a joke).
At which point, the first girl responds with, AND I QUOTE:
"I'd drink too if I was paying for an education that led me to a dying field with no job prospects or financial security."
WHOOOOAAAAAAAAA.
Can we just agree that that statement is all kinds of wrong? Because I could write for the rest of the night about how we're all actually being PAID to be here and journalism is far from dying, much less how there are more people in law school right now than actual LAWYERS in America.
Anyways, this sparked a bit of a semi-joking, semi-evil back-and-forth (I seem to be very hyphen-happy tonight) between the two groups of students, essentially ending in the journalism kids wishing the law students good luck with the crushing debt they'll face in three years. Although it was a very classy debate, I managed to keep my wiseass mouth shut and took no part (except mentally) in the bickering.
Now windchime back to this Friday night.
My darling law school roommate Tina invites me out with her law friends to a grill where they were showing the Carrier Classic. I agree and off we go.
While watching the game with what seemed like the whole law school, I turn to the girl next to me to start conversation... "Are you a 1L, too?" I ask, with all the charm and adorableness in which I approach everything in life. "Why yes, I am....blahblahblah." We talk for a couple minutes, eventually getting to how I'm in the journalism program.
She brings up the law school/ j-school Facebook event and then insists on introducing me to the girl that started it all, who happens to be standing behind me looking like a hot mess. "No, no that's really not necessary. Seriously. We don't have to do that," I say, to no avail.
Once we're introduced, the girl (who has had a beverage or two) exclaims, "OH MY GAAWWWDDDDD, I HATE you journalism people!"
I'm sorry...do you know me? No. But now that you're about to, I'll make sure your hate is justified.
So somehow we get to the subject of me looking for an internship. "Hopefully it'll turn into a job offer," I say.
"We don't HAVE thosssse," homegirl says.
"Job offers?" I ask with my best "I had no idea that sounded bitchy" look on my face.
"Uhhhhh, no," she replies. "Internships."
*Smirk*
This continues on for a while, me feeling more and more vindicated as homegirl starts to realize that her inebriation level leaves something to be desired, and that my perfect storm of journalistic skills, sobriety and smartass genes makes me much better with words.
She later goes on and on about how she's a Penn State fan and Joe Paterno is a legend. I ask how this has anything to do with my program and she says he's getting fired because of the media, and my program "is the media." I look forward to her career as a lawyer.
Through the ten minute stream of accusations and sheer hatred, I did my best Sorority Cindy impression by smiling and pretending to be patient with this numbnut. In fact, all that was running through my mind was my mother saying I can never hit first, and subsequently two words:
SWING, BITCH.
Oh, it would have felt so good. But alas, I cruised home on the high road, and that is where the story of my first almost-fight ends.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
A note.
Dear bicyclists,
You all suck.
I've never liked you. Maybe when you're normal citizens, yes. But as soon as you get on your little two-wheeled demons, I lose all respect for you.
There is a reason you learn to ride a bike when you're 5. Because you're supposed to get it out of your system by the time you turn 10. By the time you go to college, you should have totally forgotten what a bike is.
I thought the bicyclists were bad at UGA, but my mind has been blown by the outrageousness of UNC riders.
For some reason, you bikers seem to think you should have first dibs on streets, bike lanes AND sidewalks.
You are supposed to stick to the street. It's the law. They even put a bike lane IN the street, so that you don't get pancaked. But you insist on trying as hard as you can to get pancaked anyway.
You don't wear helmets, you run red lights, and you don't stop at crosswalks.
Do you not realize you are quite vulnerable, and, in a fight, my odds are always on the bus? They have those flat fronts to make sure you have the pancake-look you so desire. None of this rolling over the hood stuff. I would even put my odds on an athlete's scooter over you - the first time a scooter has ever seen a mention of my odds. You would still lose.
As for being on sidewalks...what the heck, kids?
All I'm tryna do is get to Carroll Hall. You're on the sidewalks, whizzing past me like I'm in your way.
It is a SIDEWALK. Meant for PEDESTRIANS. Do not look at me outraged when I "get in your way."
You are a silent demon, lurking in the shadows of campus, just waiting for me to look away from you so that you can speed past me and make me pee a little in fear of my life.
Can I just walk to the bus in peace, please?
Regards,
Every campus pedestrian ever
You all suck.
I've never liked you. Maybe when you're normal citizens, yes. But as soon as you get on your little two-wheeled demons, I lose all respect for you.
There is a reason you learn to ride a bike when you're 5. Because you're supposed to get it out of your system by the time you turn 10. By the time you go to college, you should have totally forgotten what a bike is.
I thought the bicyclists were bad at UGA, but my mind has been blown by the outrageousness of UNC riders.
For some reason, you bikers seem to think you should have first dibs on streets, bike lanes AND sidewalks.
You are supposed to stick to the street. It's the law. They even put a bike lane IN the street, so that you don't get pancaked. But you insist on trying as hard as you can to get pancaked anyway.
You don't wear helmets, you run red lights, and you don't stop at crosswalks.
Do you not realize you are quite vulnerable, and, in a fight, my odds are always on the bus? They have those flat fronts to make sure you have the pancake-look you so desire. None of this rolling over the hood stuff. I would even put my odds on an athlete's scooter over you - the first time a scooter has ever seen a mention of my odds. You would still lose.
As for being on sidewalks...what the heck, kids?
All I'm tryna do is get to Carroll Hall. You're on the sidewalks, whizzing past me like I'm in your way.
It is a SIDEWALK. Meant for PEDESTRIANS. Do not look at me outraged when I "get in your way."
You are a silent demon, lurking in the shadows of campus, just waiting for me to look away from you so that you can speed past me and make me pee a little in fear of my life.
Can I just walk to the bus in peace, please?
Regards,
Every campus pedestrian ever
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Oh, happy day!
I can't help myself.
I just have to blog about how awesome yesterday was.
The following things happened yesterday that put it in the running for best day in North Carolina:
1. I finished and turned in THREE assignments. Four days early.
2. Ashley and Hunter came to visit for lunch on their way to a wedding in Raleigh and I got to show them where I live and at least part of my new town.
3. UGA beat Florida. I'll say it again...The University of Georgia beat the University of Florida. I had the game on in the background while I was executing number 1 on my list, and couldn't believe it when we were actually contending for the W. When it got to the last quarter when we came ahead...
4. Tina and I went to a pizza place across the street to watch the end! That's right...two social events in one day! AND...
5. We were sitting next to Florida fans! Who groaned very loudly when we won and "mumbled" something about how we hadn't won in three years and have only won however many games out of a million. To which I mentally responded...."DURRRRRRR!!!!! That's why we're so excited. SUCKAAAAAAA"
6. Then after the game, some dude bought all four of us (me and Tina and two of her friends) a drink, but then just said congrats and left. Didn't even have to put up with cheesy pick-up lines. Incredible. At which point...
7. I asked for the least alcoholy-tasting beer, and what the bartender gave me was actually pretty good! Tasted like Ginger Ale. Just how I like it.
8. UNC beat Wake Forest! Sorry, siblings.
9. Duke lost! I never really follow Duke but this is just the cherry on top, mind as well add it to my list.
I just have to blog about how awesome yesterday was.
The following things happened yesterday that put it in the running for best day in North Carolina:
1. I finished and turned in THREE assignments. Four days early.
2. Ashley and Hunter came to visit for lunch on their way to a wedding in Raleigh and I got to show them where I live and at least part of my new town.
3. UGA beat Florida. I'll say it again...The University of Georgia beat the University of Florida. I had the game on in the background while I was executing number 1 on my list, and couldn't believe it when we were actually contending for the W. When it got to the last quarter when we came ahead...
4. Tina and I went to a pizza place across the street to watch the end! That's right...two social events in one day! AND...
5. We were sitting next to Florida fans! Who groaned very loudly when we won and "mumbled" something about how we hadn't won in three years and have only won however many games out of a million. To which I mentally responded...."DURRRRRRR!!!!! That's why we're so excited. SUCKAAAAAAA"
6. Then after the game, some dude bought all four of us (me and Tina and two of her friends) a drink, but then just said congrats and left. Didn't even have to put up with cheesy pick-up lines. Incredible. At which point...
7. I asked for the least alcoholy-tasting beer, and what the bartender gave me was actually pretty good! Tasted like Ginger Ale. Just how I like it.
8. UNC beat Wake Forest! Sorry, siblings.
9. Duke lost! I never really follow Duke but this is just the cherry on top, mind as well add it to my list.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Intimacy Issues
After finishing a hell week, I decided to give myself last night off. My neighbor/classmate and I decided to get wild. So we got on our kicks and went to Bed Bath & Beyond and Marshall's.
Where things got "intimate":
Sexy.
Where things got "intimate":
Sexy.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Organically yours
Continuing on the fact that (all but one of) the people in my program are miles more liberal than I am, I have been given so much crap about what I eat.
Now, for those that are informed of my testy digestive system, you know that there are many foods that I can't eat and keep down. So when I find something that I can eat without worry, I stick to it.
Recently my diet consists of bread, carbs, raw vegetables, Lean Cuisines, english muffins, cream cheese, carbs, bananas, chicken, carbs and sweets.
Now, I recognize that it's not the most balanced diet. But it keeps me from upchucking in class, so my classmates should be thanking me.
One day when discussing what I microwaved myself for dinner the previous night, I got a lecture about how terrible Lean Cuisines are for me, and was offered to have someone list out all the preservatives in them.
These people I'm talking about make their own peanut butter, brew their own tea (to drink from a mason jar because plastic is bad), and grow a billion different spices on their apartment porches. They also scoff at anything non-organic. Anything.
I get it. I do. Making fresh food is good for you. I can't cook, and I don't choose to learn. It seems like a waste of time to me and if I'm going to take time out of my day to do something, it's not going to be for cooking. So sue me.
I'm not eating Big Macs for every meal, and considering the limits of my diet, I try to eat decently healthy.
Also. I'm a good person. I'm working on my third degree. I'm going to contribute to society and pay for my own healthcare. So what I choose to put in my body is of no concern to you.
Unless it is smoke and in that case feel free to bitch-slap me.
Point is, I have a decent amount of things going for me and at some point I just can't do it all. So one of the things I choose not to do...is cook.
But since I have been dubbed the young, irresponsible one of the group that doesn't cook for herself, I have decided to completely embrace it.
Conversation of the day with a guy who did the Peace Corps in Mozambique and eats seaweed for lunch (no, I'm not kidding):
-Dude says something about his French press
-Me: I drink instant.
-Dude: INSTANT COFFEE? That has to be so crappy. It's so processed. And it has so much less caffeine.
-Me: I like to drink decaf anyway so it doesn't really matter. Plus I know nothing about coffee so it all tastes the same.
-Dude: DECAF INSTANT COFFEE!?!? I can't imagine how terrible that tastes.
-Me: It tastes pretty great if you add enough sugar and flavored creamer.
-Dude: **blank stare**
Hey, if you can't fight em, be obnoxious.
Now, for those that are informed of my testy digestive system, you know that there are many foods that I can't eat and keep down. So when I find something that I can eat without worry, I stick to it.
Recently my diet consists of bread, carbs, raw vegetables, Lean Cuisines, english muffins, cream cheese, carbs, bananas, chicken, carbs and sweets.
Now, I recognize that it's not the most balanced diet. But it keeps me from upchucking in class, so my classmates should be thanking me.
One day when discussing what I microwaved myself for dinner the previous night, I got a lecture about how terrible Lean Cuisines are for me, and was offered to have someone list out all the preservatives in them.
These people I'm talking about make their own peanut butter, brew their own tea (to drink from a mason jar because plastic is bad), and grow a billion different spices on their apartment porches. They also scoff at anything non-organic. Anything.
I get it. I do. Making fresh food is good for you. I can't cook, and I don't choose to learn. It seems like a waste of time to me and if I'm going to take time out of my day to do something, it's not going to be for cooking. So sue me.
I'm not eating Big Macs for every meal, and considering the limits of my diet, I try to eat decently healthy.
Also. I'm a good person. I'm working on my third degree. I'm going to contribute to society and pay for my own healthcare. So what I choose to put in my body is of no concern to you.
Unless it is smoke and in that case feel free to bitch-slap me.
Point is, I have a decent amount of things going for me and at some point I just can't do it all. So one of the things I choose not to do...is cook.
But since I have been dubbed the young, irresponsible one of the group that doesn't cook for herself, I have decided to completely embrace it.
Conversation of the day with a guy who did the Peace Corps in Mozambique and eats seaweed for lunch (no, I'm not kidding):
-Dude says something about his French press
-Me: I drink instant.
-Dude: INSTANT COFFEE? That has to be so crappy. It's so processed. And it has so much less caffeine.
-Me: I like to drink decaf anyway so it doesn't really matter. Plus I know nothing about coffee so it all tastes the same.
-Dude: DECAF INSTANT COFFEE!?!? I can't imagine how terrible that tastes.
-Me: It tastes pretty great if you add enough sugar and flavored creamer.
-Dude: **blank stare**
Hey, if you can't fight em, be obnoxious.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Going Hamm
Thursday night, I decided to be somewhat social and go to the women's soccer game. UNC women's soccer has turned out some big names and the games are always packed. So I joined some other J-school peeps and to the field we went.
If there was one person you would hope to see at a UNC women's soccer game, who would it be?
Mia Hamm. That's correct.
And there she was.
At halftime Mia Hamm came out and talked about her philanthropy, showing off her pregnant belly. Turns out her philanthropy had a fundraising golf tournament that day and her and some other famous alum (Carla Overbeck for one) decided to come watch their alma mater play Duke afterwards.
Luckily it was an incredible game where one of our players scored by flailing her leg while she was on the ground to score in the last three minutes. And we beat Duke, which always means it was a good game.
Toward the end of the game, one guy asked us if we recognized anyone on the bench behind us and I said "No." But another girl did and told me that it was Roy Williams. And thanks to my UNC-crash-course-a-la-Hunter I knew who that was!
(He's our basketball coach.)
I hang with celebrities these days.
If there was one person you would hope to see at a UNC women's soccer game, who would it be?
Mia Hamm. That's correct.
And there she was.
At halftime Mia Hamm came out and talked about her philanthropy, showing off her pregnant belly. Turns out her philanthropy had a fundraising golf tournament that day and her and some other famous alum (Carla Overbeck for one) decided to come watch their alma mater play Duke afterwards.
Luckily it was an incredible game where one of our players scored by flailing her leg while she was on the ground to score in the last three minutes. And we beat Duke, which always means it was a good game.
Toward the end of the game, one guy asked us if we recognized anyone on the bench behind us and I said "No." But another girl did and told me that it was Roy Williams. And thanks to my UNC-crash-course-a-la-Hunter I knew who that was!
(He's our basketball coach.)
I hang with celebrities these days.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Like Ann Coulter
It is extremely rare that I am the most conservative person in a room.
Now I like to think that I straddle the political canyon, but everyone likes to think that. Within the people I've grown up with and gone to school with, I'm the crazy liberal that puts feathers in her hair and goes to Cambodia to write.
Here, it's a different story.
Somehow I've gone from the girl calling people out on their incorrect Bible references and carrying borderline-explicit signs to gay rights protests, to the one girl that has been to a church before and questions the legitimacy of Occupy Wall Street.
Also, I stuck up for the Girl Scouts the other day. Someone called the Girl Scouts a scam. That's like saying Mother Theresa had ulterior motives. But when did I become the spokesperson for the Girl Scouts? Unexpected to say the least.
Here I seem to be the spokesperson for both Greek life and SEC football. Now, I like both of those things, but never as much as the people around me for the past four years have.
It continues to amaze me how different people can see each other differently. I've never been your typical SEC sorority girl. And suddenly, to these people, I am.
Now I like to think that I straddle the political canyon, but everyone likes to think that. Within the people I've grown up with and gone to school with, I'm the crazy liberal that puts feathers in her hair and goes to Cambodia to write.
Here, it's a different story.
Somehow I've gone from the girl calling people out on their incorrect Bible references and carrying borderline-explicit signs to gay rights protests, to the one girl that has been to a church before and questions the legitimacy of Occupy Wall Street.
Also, I stuck up for the Girl Scouts the other day. Someone called the Girl Scouts a scam. That's like saying Mother Theresa had ulterior motives. But when did I become the spokesperson for the Girl Scouts? Unexpected to say the least.
Here I seem to be the spokesperson for both Greek life and SEC football. Now, I like both of those things, but never as much as the people around me for the past four years have.
It continues to amaze me how different people can see each other differently. I've never been your typical SEC sorority girl. And suddenly, to these people, I am.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Lisa is engaged!!!!
Now, she got engaged on Friday. I wasn't able to make it to Charlotte for the party afterwards (which I'll be kicking myself for until the wedding- which I WILL attend. Promise) but I am still very excited.
Of course, my future-brother-in-law is none other than the wonderful Matt Hinson.
Look at him, blinded by love.
Aside from my sheer excitement to have another awesome brother, I have realized two things:
1. There will be a whole nother series of wedathon events and posts! It's gonna be a while before they actually tie the knot so wedathon round two begins!
2. People that make comments like "You're next!" or "When is it your turn?" should fear for their safety.
Welcome to the fam (almost), Matt!
Of course, my future-brother-in-law is none other than the wonderful Matt Hinson.
Look at him, blinded by love.
Aside from my sheer excitement to have another awesome brother, I have realized two things:
1. There will be a whole nother series of wedathon events and posts! It's gonna be a while before they actually tie the knot so wedathon round two begins!
2. People that make comments like "You're next!" or "When is it your turn?" should fear for their safety.
Welcome to the fam (almost), Matt!
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Lit reviews and lagging behind
As always, I apologize for my hiatus.
My sister told me this weekend that it's not as much about the content of my blogs or the utter hilarity (*hair toss*), but more so about the frequency. So I'll try to work on that.
The problem with my life these days, is that it isn't very blog-worthy. When I lived the sorostitute life in the brothel, or when I was hiking around Thailand, my life was easy to put into words.
Now my life can easily be summed up by this: School.
I don't like people that talk about how they have SOOOOOOOOOOOO much work to do. And since all I do is read, study, write, highlight and go to class, I haven't talked to pretty much anyone in seven weeks, as to avoid being that person.
But I have a feeling that for the next two years, my blog will make the shift from sarcastic, pain-in-the-ass undergrad sorostitute, to sarcastic, pain-in-the-ass graduate ass-kicker. I can be two types of ass at once. Bob would be proud.
So things I would recommend to first year M.A. students studying business journalism at UNC (ok, I'm only like 7 weeks in, but this is what I got- take it or leave it).
Well there is boring stuff like "always do your reading" and "go to class no matter what." But there are a few other little rules that are a bit more fun but just as true.
1. Don't look like the undergrads. This may be because I'm supposed to be mature and refined, or it may be because undergrad was SO five months ago and it would be embarrassing to look like an undergrad. And so, I have ditched my Nike-shorts-and-t-shirt uniform, chopped off my hair, and started to shower a little more frequently. It's exhausting.
2. Pick a schedule that works and stick with it. From Monday-Thursday I spend my days on campus at school, work, and talking with teachers. Friday morning -Sunday night I do my work. I usually treat myself to about half a day off, but more than that and my whole schedule is thrown off course and I go into shock. It sounds dramatic. And it is.
3. Inspired by a conversation with my roommate, and a recent assignment: NEVER mess with anyone's highlighters. This is what my week has and will continue to look like:
Every color has a different meaning and now that I'm halfway through the research, if someone borrowed one of my highlighters without asking or caused it to prematurely run out, I would suffer cardiac arrest. And I do not have time for cardiac arrest.
4. Learn to love the people you're stuck with. My cohort has 13 people in it. Between us and the first year PhD students, there are 20 of us. We range from 22 to Bob's age, all sorts of shapes, sizes, colors, and life stories. Not one of these people is like any of my friends from Athens. It's like a patchwork quilt. But I'm with them all day every day, and they're the only ones that understand exactly what's going on.
5. Sleep when you can. Wherever you can.
6. Have an outlet. Every night when I make (microwave) dinner, I sit down to a Netflix episode of early Grey's Anatomy. And for 48 minutes I get to fantasize about McDreamy, be glad I'm not in med school, and tear up over melodramatic plot lines. Hey, whatever works.
As I'm sure I've alluded to an obnoxious amount of times, I'm working hard up here. And it's not a drag and it's not terrible. It's just a different way of life but it's somewhat enjoyable. The most enjoyable part is knowing (hoping) that in two years I am going to have a degree in my hands that I worked myself to the bone for. And I'm excited to experience that kind of accomplishment.
My sister told me this weekend that it's not as much about the content of my blogs or the utter hilarity (*hair toss*), but more so about the frequency. So I'll try to work on that.
The problem with my life these days, is that it isn't very blog-worthy. When I lived the sorostitute life in the brothel, or when I was hiking around Thailand, my life was easy to put into words.
Now my life can easily be summed up by this: School.
I don't like people that talk about how they have SOOOOOOOOOOOO much work to do. And since all I do is read, study, write, highlight and go to class, I haven't talked to pretty much anyone in seven weeks, as to avoid being that person.
But I have a feeling that for the next two years, my blog will make the shift from sarcastic, pain-in-the-ass undergrad sorostitute, to sarcastic, pain-in-the-ass graduate ass-kicker. I can be two types of ass at once. Bob would be proud.
So things I would recommend to first year M.A. students studying business journalism at UNC (ok, I'm only like 7 weeks in, but this is what I got- take it or leave it).
Well there is boring stuff like "always do your reading" and "go to class no matter what." But there are a few other little rules that are a bit more fun but just as true.
1. Don't look like the undergrads. This may be because I'm supposed to be mature and refined, or it may be because undergrad was SO five months ago and it would be embarrassing to look like an undergrad. And so, I have ditched my Nike-shorts-and-t-shirt uniform, chopped off my hair, and started to shower a little more frequently. It's exhausting.
2. Pick a schedule that works and stick with it. From Monday-Thursday I spend my days on campus at school, work, and talking with teachers. Friday morning -Sunday night I do my work. I usually treat myself to about half a day off, but more than that and my whole schedule is thrown off course and I go into shock. It sounds dramatic. And it is.
3. Inspired by a conversation with my roommate, and a recent assignment: NEVER mess with anyone's highlighters. This is what my week has and will continue to look like:
Every color has a different meaning and now that I'm halfway through the research, if someone borrowed one of my highlighters without asking or caused it to prematurely run out, I would suffer cardiac arrest. And I do not have time for cardiac arrest.
4. Learn to love the people you're stuck with. My cohort has 13 people in it. Between us and the first year PhD students, there are 20 of us. We range from 22 to Bob's age, all sorts of shapes, sizes, colors, and life stories. Not one of these people is like any of my friends from Athens. It's like a patchwork quilt. But I'm with them all day every day, and they're the only ones that understand exactly what's going on.
5. Sleep when you can. Wherever you can.
6. Have an outlet. Every night when I make (microwave) dinner, I sit down to a Netflix episode of early Grey's Anatomy. And for 48 minutes I get to fantasize about McDreamy, be glad I'm not in med school, and tear up over melodramatic plot lines. Hey, whatever works.
As I'm sure I've alluded to an obnoxious amount of times, I'm working hard up here. And it's not a drag and it's not terrible. It's just a different way of life but it's somewhat enjoyable. The most enjoyable part is knowing (hoping) that in two years I am going to have a degree in my hands that I worked myself to the bone for. And I'm excited to experience that kind of accomplishment.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Side note
I chopped my hair off again. I donated it about 2.5 years ago and it was getting long enough that it bothered me so I cut about 9 inches off. Here's the before and after on the day I cut it (my last day of work).
Time to drop my sorostitute look and be grown up and grad schooly.
Time to drop my sorostitute look and be grown up and grad schooly.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
SEC to ACC
So as an undergrad bulldawg, I got a good taste of what SEC football is. I am now getting a better taste of what it is, by seeing what it is not.
What it is not: ACC football.
I went to my first UNC football game today, and it was great. It was definitely not a Saturday in Athens kinda great, but I had a great time.
The stadium is significantly smaller than Georgia's, and there still weren't enough people to fill it up.
Now, I expected those parts. What I hadn't thought about is that I don't know the fight song, alma mater, or any traditions at all. Apparently I need to learn how to spell out C-A-R-O-L-I-N-A with my body. How does one make an "N" with their body? I'll have to figure it out. Part of me felt like a clueless freshmen, part of me was excited to get to learn all these things again, and part of me really missed Sanford Stadium.
Watching and amateurly trying to join in on the pre-game rituals was fun, but what was most entertaining was when the basketball team walked into the stadium. The football team? No. The basketball team. Half of them weren't even wearing UNC colors but everyone (but me, apparently) knew exactly who they were. They walked in from the bottom of the stadium in a pack
...and proceeded to sit only a few rows away from us.
I actually only took that picture in hopes that Hunter would recognize someone. Cause Lord knows I didn't.
This was also my first football game in four years not wearing a dress. I expected the UNC people to be a lot fratty-er than they are. This is the look I'm used to, modeled on a fine man I knew in undergrad:
Croakies? Check. Bowtie? Check. Jacket? Check. And are those seersucker pants I see? CHECK.
And here is what our girls look like:
Needlesstosay, people weren't as dressed up today. I'll give them a pass for the chilly weather (high of 62!).
While it was no SEC, I got to have a study break and hang out with some great people in my program. Overall success for sure.
Also, I realize that I've been very SEC-over-ACC, UGA-over-UNC these days, but come basketball season I suspect I'll change my tune. I have a sneaking suspicion that UNC basketball might prove to be strong competition for UGA football. Bold, but I'm excited to find out for sure.
What it is not: ACC football.
I went to my first UNC football game today, and it was great. It was definitely not a Saturday in Athens kinda great, but I had a great time.
The stadium is significantly smaller than Georgia's, and there still weren't enough people to fill it up.
Now, I expected those parts. What I hadn't thought about is that I don't know the fight song, alma mater, or any traditions at all. Apparently I need to learn how to spell out C-A-R-O-L-I-N-A with my body. How does one make an "N" with their body? I'll have to figure it out. Part of me felt like a clueless freshmen, part of me was excited to get to learn all these things again, and part of me really missed Sanford Stadium.
Watching and amateurly trying to join in on the pre-game rituals was fun, but what was most entertaining was when the basketball team walked into the stadium. The football team? No. The basketball team. Half of them weren't even wearing UNC colors but everyone (but me, apparently) knew exactly who they were. They walked in from the bottom of the stadium in a pack
...and proceeded to sit only a few rows away from us.
I actually only took that picture in hopes that Hunter would recognize someone. Cause Lord knows I didn't.
This was also my first football game in four years not wearing a dress. I expected the UNC people to be a lot fratty-er than they are. This is the look I'm used to, modeled on a fine man I knew in undergrad:
Croakies? Check. Bowtie? Check. Jacket? Check. And are those seersucker pants I see? CHECK.
And here is what our girls look like:
Needlesstosay, people weren't as dressed up today. I'll give them a pass for the chilly weather (high of 62!).
While it was no SEC, I got to have a study break and hang out with some great people in my program. Overall success for sure.
Also, I realize that I've been very SEC-over-ACC, UGA-over-UNC these days, but come basketball season I suspect I'll change my tune. I have a sneaking suspicion that UNC basketball might prove to be strong competition for UGA football. Bold, but I'm excited to find out for sure.
Monday, September 12, 2011
These days
Life has been a-hummin' here in the last month, and here's a little look into what I've been up to.
1. Studying. Including, but not limited to, reading, writing, researching, homework, law cases, research methods cases, case studies, etc.
2. Enjoying Chapel Hill! Every Thursday night my program has happy hour at a different place downtown in Chapel Hill. Which is nice because it helps you see your colleagues as people and not just fellow workers. Plus you get to get out of the house. PLUS you get to know all the cool places in Chapel Hill.
Also, I finally made it over to the Old Well. The tradition of the Old Well is that you have to drink from it on the first day of classes and you'll graduate. Or something like that. (Opposite of the Arch at UGA, where you can't walk under it until you've graduated.)
3. I got to see parts of UNC's bid day! I must say, UGA knows how to do bid day. These girls tried, but I had to shake my head a little bit.
This is how UGA does it:
4. I got to see Duke! As part of my program I may take a class or two there and on Sunday they had a concert of Mozart's requiem in honor of 9/11. We headed on over there but the chapel was full. They had set up speakers outside and there were hundreds of people gathered on the lawn in front of the chapel to listen.
As much as I hate to admit it, Duke (the "four-letter word" as us Tarheels call it) is actually a beautiful campus.
As we were sitting on the grass listening to the wonderful music, everyone was quiet. There were some solemn faces and lots of closed eyes, soaking it in. Some people brought their kids and I couldn't help but think that they had no idea what was being remembered. And I couldn't help but think that my 12-year old self didn't understand it when it happened. About 45 minutes into it, a little girl in the corner by the speaker caught my eye. She was dancing.
It was a strong testament to what a breath of fresh air the innocence of a child can be. And it's a small reminder that beautiful things can come out of very ugly things.
1. Studying. Including, but not limited to, reading, writing, researching, homework, law cases, research methods cases, case studies, etc.
2. Enjoying Chapel Hill! Every Thursday night my program has happy hour at a different place downtown in Chapel Hill. Which is nice because it helps you see your colleagues as people and not just fellow workers. Plus you get to get out of the house. PLUS you get to know all the cool places in Chapel Hill.
Also, I finally made it over to the Old Well. The tradition of the Old Well is that you have to drink from it on the first day of classes and you'll graduate. Or something like that. (Opposite of the Arch at UGA, where you can't walk under it until you've graduated.)
3. I got to see parts of UNC's bid day! I must say, UGA knows how to do bid day. These girls tried, but I had to shake my head a little bit.
This is how UGA does it:
4. I got to see Duke! As part of my program I may take a class or two there and on Sunday they had a concert of Mozart's requiem in honor of 9/11. We headed on over there but the chapel was full. They had set up speakers outside and there were hundreds of people gathered on the lawn in front of the chapel to listen.
As much as I hate to admit it, Duke (the "four-letter word" as us Tarheels call it) is actually a beautiful campus.
As we were sitting on the grass listening to the wonderful music, everyone was quiet. There were some solemn faces and lots of closed eyes, soaking it in. Some people brought their kids and I couldn't help but think that they had no idea what was being remembered. And I couldn't help but think that my 12-year old self didn't understand it when it happened. About 45 minutes into it, a little girl in the corner by the speaker caught my eye. She was dancing.
It was a strong testament to what a breath of fresh air the innocence of a child can be. And it's a small reminder that beautiful things can come out of very ugly things.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
ESPNoticed!
A random family friend/acquaintance wrote on my Facebook wall last week that someone had linked to my blog on an ESPN message board. I have no idea who this person was, but this is what the gist of the conversation was:
Person 1: UGA sucks!
Person 2: UGA rules!
Person 1: I bet none of the UGA fans even show up to the game on Saturday
Person 2: Oh, yeah? You think none of these people are going to show up? ***Link to the picture of "Frat Beach" in St. Simons on my blog about GA/FL weekend***
Naturally I had to go check this out, and there it was. I am now a reference. According to the URL the guy must have typed "frat beach st simons" into Google image and my picture came up. Which is does.
Two second-years in my master's program have quit in order to take incredible jobs at ESPN. It appears I may soon be the third...
Person 1: UGA sucks!
Person 2: UGA rules!
Person 1: I bet none of the UGA fans even show up to the game on Saturday
Person 2: Oh, yeah? You think none of these people are going to show up? ***Link to the picture of "Frat Beach" in St. Simons on my blog about GA/FL weekend***
Naturally I had to go check this out, and there it was. I am now a reference. According to the URL the guy must have typed "frat beach st simons" into Google image and my picture came up. Which is does.
Two second-years in my master's program have quit in order to take incredible jobs at ESPN. It appears I may soon be the third...
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Apartmentalizing
For the past two years I've lived in a house of five girls. Before that I lived in the sorority house with 60 girls and before that I lived in the top floor of my dorm with 40 girls.
This is the first time that I've lived in an apartment and lived with just one other person. There are some downsides (not always someone to play with) but there are some good sides too. If the kitchen is a mess and I didn't do it, I know who did. There is only one person that could be loud to annoy me. I get lots of alone time.
As far as living in an apartment, it's a very different experience. Luckily my 1200 square foot space is enough that I don't feel like I'm living in a box (like the dorms...that were about 100 square feet on a good day-about the size of my roommate's bathroom here). But there are always people around when I walk outside, mostly retirees. They said you have to be 21 to sign a lease here but I think they meant 71. Luckily, it's a pretty quiet place- nice for studying- and the pool is never overcrowded.
My first night here I was convinced people were "in my house," which they kind were. I live on the first floor but I'd never had people live above me. It wouldn't be much of a problem except that I'm pretty sure our upstairs neighbor is Hagrid. I have never heard someone walk louder. But only sometimes. Tina and I think maybe they just like to hop to the kitchen or something.
This is my wonderful room
And this is my wonderful bookshelf that I took forever to put together but has all my favorite things
And this is the building I'll practically be living in the next two years (Carroll Hall)
This is the first time that I've lived in an apartment and lived with just one other person. There are some downsides (not always someone to play with) but there are some good sides too. If the kitchen is a mess and I didn't do it, I know who did. There is only one person that could be loud to annoy me. I get lots of alone time.
As far as living in an apartment, it's a very different experience. Luckily my 1200 square foot space is enough that I don't feel like I'm living in a box (like the dorms...that were about 100 square feet on a good day-about the size of my roommate's bathroom here). But there are always people around when I walk outside, mostly retirees. They said you have to be 21 to sign a lease here but I think they meant 71. Luckily, it's a pretty quiet place- nice for studying- and the pool is never overcrowded.
My first night here I was convinced people were "in my house," which they kind were. I live on the first floor but I'd never had people live above me. It wouldn't be much of a problem except that I'm pretty sure our upstairs neighbor is Hagrid. I have never heard someone walk louder. But only sometimes. Tina and I think maybe they just like to hop to the kitchen or something.
This is my wonderful room
And this is my wonderful bookshelf that I took forever to put together but has all my favorite things
And this is the building I'll practically be living in the next two years (Carroll Hall)
Monday, August 29, 2011
Takin care of business
I'm (pretty much) settled in at my awesome apartment in Chapel Hill and the craziness has begun! I hit the ground running and my "three-day weekends" are actually just a chance to get all my readings done for the next week. So far, all work and a tiny bit of play. I did get to go to a women's soccer game but no Mia Hamm sighting.
I don't have much to write about except school. I am officially in the Business and Media track, where I'll not only learn corporate communications but also how to write about business. Pretty snazzy. I read the Wall Street Journal and everything. Some other tracks people have are reporting, health and medical journalism, visual communication, strategic communications, communication law and electronic media. There are only 13 of us so not many people overlap and I'm the lone bizz girl. There are 22 people in the cohort above me but the theory is that they only brought in the amount of people they could fund this year. Either way, there are just 13 of us, and we're from all parts of the U.S. (and world), with all sorts of life stories and ages. I'm the baby.
Examples of people in my cohort: a Coast Guard officer, a surf instructor, a girl from Brazil, a guy that did the Peace Corp in Mozambique.
I'm a white girl from Alpharetta.
That aside, I'm hoping that coming straight from undergrad will help me out a little. My roommate, Tina, just started law school here and, judging by this weekend, we'll have similar schedules: Wake up, sit at our desks all day studying, treat ourselves with a shower and then sleep.
My awesome classes? Research Methods, Reporting and Writing News, Communication Law, and Digital Media Economics and Behavior. So far I really like my classes, my professors, this town, this university, and the supportive feeling of the program. There doesn't seem to be a downside (unless you count the amount of work, but that's what makes the degree what it is).
I feel really good about all this. I know I'm here for a reason and I'm excited to see where it takes me.
**No sightings of my gay best friends yet**
I don't have much to write about except school. I am officially in the Business and Media track, where I'll not only learn corporate communications but also how to write about business. Pretty snazzy. I read the Wall Street Journal and everything. Some other tracks people have are reporting, health and medical journalism, visual communication, strategic communications, communication law and electronic media. There are only 13 of us so not many people overlap and I'm the lone bizz girl. There are 22 people in the cohort above me but the theory is that they only brought in the amount of people they could fund this year. Either way, there are just 13 of us, and we're from all parts of the U.S. (and world), with all sorts of life stories and ages. I'm the baby.
Examples of people in my cohort: a Coast Guard officer, a surf instructor, a girl from Brazil, a guy that did the Peace Corp in Mozambique.
I'm a white girl from Alpharetta.
That aside, I'm hoping that coming straight from undergrad will help me out a little. My roommate, Tina, just started law school here and, judging by this weekend, we'll have similar schedules: Wake up, sit at our desks all day studying, treat ourselves with a shower and then sleep.
My awesome classes? Research Methods, Reporting and Writing News, Communication Law, and Digital Media Economics and Behavior. So far I really like my classes, my professors, this town, this university, and the supportive feeling of the program. There doesn't seem to be a downside (unless you count the amount of work, but that's what makes the degree what it is).
I feel really good about all this. I know I'm here for a reason and I'm excited to see where it takes me.
**No sightings of my gay best friends yet**
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Newest North Carolina resident
I am moved into Chapel Hill and I met some people in my program tonight! I'm excited and anxious and scared shitless. Until 7pm I knew no one within like 100 miles of me and I didn't know any roads. This is very different than moving to Athens with 60 people from my graduating class.
I've moved into my wonderful apartment and I am so excited that this is what I get to come home to every night. My tub is incredible. Who puts a marble shelf in the tub? I don't know, but I'm glad they do. I'm such a grown up.
I also don't have Internet or tv yet (blogging via iPhone- technology these days!) so I've been listening to a radio station that plays the same ten songs in a cycle. Hopefully when I get Internet I can update more about this new city but for now: no wifi= no pictures.
Some things I've noticed that I like:
- everyone goes about 14 over the speed limit. Perfect.
- people wear school paraphernalia. That's awesome because I'm so excited to have a new school that I've bought an obnoxious amount of Carolina blue already.
Many (hopefully) more things to come!
I've moved into my wonderful apartment and I am so excited that this is what I get to come home to every night. My tub is incredible. Who puts a marble shelf in the tub? I don't know, but I'm glad they do. I'm such a grown up.
I also don't have Internet or tv yet (blogging via iPhone- technology these days!) so I've been listening to a radio station that plays the same ten songs in a cycle. Hopefully when I get Internet I can update more about this new city but for now: no wifi= no pictures.
Some things I've noticed that I like:
- everyone goes about 14 over the speed limit. Perfect.
- people wear school paraphernalia. That's awesome because I'm so excited to have a new school that I've bought an obnoxious amount of Carolina blue already.
Many (hopefully) more things to come!
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
A-head of the game
It's my last week of work before I move up to Chapel Hill to start my new life. And it's very bittersweet. I have lots of words to share about my internship, but they're probably too mushy and serious so we'll just talk about Chaz.
I mentioned earlier that a huge part of my internship-humbling-process has been carrying weird things. Or just things in weird shapes, unfailingly things that are hard to carry. Yesterday I think (hope) I maxed out the weirdness.
As an awkward-appetizer, I had to first wheel a cart-load of boxes full of books down to my boss's car. Which would have been fine, but our office cart was being used, so I had to use the tax department's cart.
This cart has proven itself to be an enemy in the past, and yesterday was a battle that I most definitely lost. These carts have four swiveling wheels. Or they're supposed to. The tax department cart only has THREE swiveling wheels. The front right wheel does not swivel. Which makes turning left extremely difficult.
Not only that, but after six boxes of books were stacked on the cart, it would have been hard to turn left WITH a swiveling wheel. So as I ride down the elevator, I look at my watch and realize that it's 11:30, prime lunch time in my building. As the elevator doors open to the first floor, my fears are confirmed that not only do I have to turn left out of the elevator, I have an audience.
I basically end up grunting and heaving and trying to lift the right side of the cart to two-wheel it into a left turn, which naturally fails horribly- leaving the crowd in awe and a few books strewn on the floor.
I picked them up and scurried out of the elevator bank, head down.
Now in terms of embarrassment, that might take the cake for the day. But in terms of carrying awkward things, Chaz does.
As part of a presentation that I'm running today, I have to demonstrate a wearable computer. It pretty much looks like a super fancy headset.
You say commands and it opens folders in the little screen under your eye and then you can tilt your head up and down to scroll through a document. It's very cool. And very expensive.
So yesterday I had to go get it and learn how to use it in order to demonstrate it today. I also had to get the accesories for it. Which include: a battery charger, an SDcard and holder, a carrying case, and... a mannequin head. SAY WHAT?
Yes, friends, yesterday and today part of my job is to carry around a mannequin head. Not only around the office, but the presentation is at Mercer, so in about 20 minutes I'll leave the office to carry said head around Atlanta.
Now I decided to name the head Chaz because he looks like a young fellow. And he has incredible bone structure. And I don't like the idea of carrying a stranger's head around so he needed a name.
So if you're looking for Intern Cindy today, I'll be the one walking through the Mercer campus carrying a mannequin head and wearing a headset computer, yelling "OPEN MY DOCUMENTS!"
I mentioned earlier that a huge part of my internship-humbling-process has been carrying weird things. Or just things in weird shapes, unfailingly things that are hard to carry. Yesterday I think (hope) I maxed out the weirdness.
As an awkward-appetizer, I had to first wheel a cart-load of boxes full of books down to my boss's car. Which would have been fine, but our office cart was being used, so I had to use the tax department's cart.
This cart has proven itself to be an enemy in the past, and yesterday was a battle that I most definitely lost. These carts have four swiveling wheels. Or they're supposed to. The tax department cart only has THREE swiveling wheels. The front right wheel does not swivel. Which makes turning left extremely difficult.
Not only that, but after six boxes of books were stacked on the cart, it would have been hard to turn left WITH a swiveling wheel. So as I ride down the elevator, I look at my watch and realize that it's 11:30, prime lunch time in my building. As the elevator doors open to the first floor, my fears are confirmed that not only do I have to turn left out of the elevator, I have an audience.
I basically end up grunting and heaving and trying to lift the right side of the cart to two-wheel it into a left turn, which naturally fails horribly- leaving the crowd in awe and a few books strewn on the floor.
I picked them up and scurried out of the elevator bank, head down.
Now in terms of embarrassment, that might take the cake for the day. But in terms of carrying awkward things, Chaz does.
As part of a presentation that I'm running today, I have to demonstrate a wearable computer. It pretty much looks like a super fancy headset.
You say commands and it opens folders in the little screen under your eye and then you can tilt your head up and down to scroll through a document. It's very cool. And very expensive.
So yesterday I had to go get it and learn how to use it in order to demonstrate it today. I also had to get the accesories for it. Which include: a battery charger, an SDcard and holder, a carrying case, and... a mannequin head. SAY WHAT?
Yes, friends, yesterday and today part of my job is to carry around a mannequin head. Not only around the office, but the presentation is at Mercer, so in about 20 minutes I'll leave the office to carry said head around Atlanta.
Now I decided to name the head Chaz because he looks like a young fellow. And he has incredible bone structure. And I don't like the idea of carrying a stranger's head around so he needed a name.
So if you're looking for Intern Cindy today, I'll be the one walking through the Mercer campus carrying a mannequin head and wearing a headset computer, yelling "OPEN MY DOCUMENTS!"
Friday, July 29, 2011
Nailophile
I started to bite my nails pretty much as soon as I learned to chew. That may be an exaggeration, but it was long enough ago that I don't remember it. I tried everything to stop, and Lord knows my mom did everything to try and make me stop.
Then one day, a few weeks before junior prom, I decided that I wanted to have a French manicure for the dance and would therefore have to stop biting them.
And I did.
Just like that. But even though I stopped biting them, I'm still abnormally obsessed with the condition of my nails. They have to be smooth and usually painted, but can't have any chips in the paint so I change my nail color constantly. And they have to all be the same length. I've been known to put my fingers nail-to-nail to make sure both pinkie nails are the same length, thumb nails, etc.
Anyway, my first week of work this summer, I realized that everyone had very nice nails. So I went to get a manicure. But the lady next to me was getting acrylic nails. And I though, "Wouldn't it be wonderful to not have to worry about the condition of my nails? If everyday they looked perfect and were all the same length?!"
And it is. Week 9 with my fake nails and I've got to say, I love them. I never thought I'd be that girl to be at the nail salon every few weeks, but for a $15 fill in that makes me feel this good, it's worth it. And no matter how many times I do my nail-to-nail comparison, they're still the same length.
And you know that sound it makes when you have long nails and you drum your fingers on a table? I love that.
So along with my summer nail-beautifying, I've started researching nail colors. This is the kind of nail color I've been wearing for work:
But after exploring all the nail polish colors, I'd rather be wearing these:
I've been known to wear some adventurous nail polishes, and all this light-pink-professional stuff is making me antsy. Maybe something like this for UNC:
And since rush workshop is about to start for all the panda sorostitutes, I recommend this, courtesy of SwatchandLearn.com:
I'm sure it's under dress code.
PS- I do recognize that I just posted way too many words about nail polish. I appologize to my father and the one or two other men that might read my blog.
Then one day, a few weeks before junior prom, I decided that I wanted to have a French manicure for the dance and would therefore have to stop biting them.
And I did.
Just like that. But even though I stopped biting them, I'm still abnormally obsessed with the condition of my nails. They have to be smooth and usually painted, but can't have any chips in the paint so I change my nail color constantly. And they have to all be the same length. I've been known to put my fingers nail-to-nail to make sure both pinkie nails are the same length, thumb nails, etc.
Anyway, my first week of work this summer, I realized that everyone had very nice nails. So I went to get a manicure. But the lady next to me was getting acrylic nails. And I though, "Wouldn't it be wonderful to not have to worry about the condition of my nails? If everyday they looked perfect and were all the same length?!"
And it is. Week 9 with my fake nails and I've got to say, I love them. I never thought I'd be that girl to be at the nail salon every few weeks, but for a $15 fill in that makes me feel this good, it's worth it. And no matter how many times I do my nail-to-nail comparison, they're still the same length.
And you know that sound it makes when you have long nails and you drum your fingers on a table? I love that.
So along with my summer nail-beautifying, I've started researching nail colors. This is the kind of nail color I've been wearing for work:
But after exploring all the nail polish colors, I'd rather be wearing these:
I've been known to wear some adventurous nail polishes, and all this light-pink-professional stuff is making me antsy. Maybe something like this for UNC:
And since rush workshop is about to start for all the panda sorostitutes, I recommend this, courtesy of SwatchandLearn.com:
I'm sure it's under dress code.
PS- I do recognize that I just posted way too many words about nail polish. I appologize to my father and the one or two other men that might read my blog.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Will & Grace
I have two new gay best friends!
Ok, well we haven't met yet.
I moved most of my stuff into my wonderful apartment in Chapel Hill this weekend and as we were leaving, two guys were moving into the one next to us. Now I don't want to make any assumptions, but my gaydar was maxing out.
My plan of action is to woo them with my Human Rights Campaign car sticker and my knowledge of marriage rights. And then...we'll fall in love. (Best friend love...obviously.)
I'm officially moving up in less than 3 weeks, so I'll keep everyone updated during the mission.
Ok, well we haven't met yet.
I moved most of my stuff into my wonderful apartment in Chapel Hill this weekend and as we were leaving, two guys were moving into the one next to us. Now I don't want to make any assumptions, but my gaydar was maxing out.
My plan of action is to woo them with my Human Rights Campaign car sticker and my knowledge of marriage rights. And then...we'll fall in love. (Best friend love...obviously.)
I'm officially moving up in less than 3 weeks, so I'll keep everyone updated during the mission.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Humble Beginnings
Today I broke the printer. To the point where neither I, nor one of my coworkers, nor the tech guy, nor the print shop guy could fix it. So we've had to call Xerox and have them send a technician out. He'll be here sometime in the next 48 hours. Luckily only about 12 people use this printer, printing hundreds of sheets a day, using this exact machine for all their printing needs.
UGH.
So after I rolled my eyes and laughed that I had done yet another intern thing, I started to explain to the tech guy some of the other "Intern Moments" I've had in the last nine weeks. Here is a sample:
I am ALWAYS carrying something strangely shaped and hard to hold. I carried a gigantic orchid up from the mail room in such a way that I had to peer through the stalks to see where I was going. There were stares.
I accidentally turned off a fancy-pants manager's light on the way out of his office, leaving him sitting in the dark.
I rolled a cart out to my boss's car to get "a huge bucket" just to find out it was one small empty tub. I looked extremely weak rolling it back in on a cart.
I regularly trip trying to walk in heels, fell into a guy one time and he thought I had broken my ankle. (This came just minutes after I was asked if I was a model, and was feeling pretty high and mighty. I imagine it was God's way of knocking me off my high horse.)
If you walk through the badge-swipey-things without swiping your badge it alarms at you. This gets tricky when you push a cart through AND try to walk through. Multiple times I've had to do something similar to the electric slide to shuffle my way through the sensors without setting the alarms off. Still haven't been successful.
My new shoes get air pockets in them when I walk so it makes very un-ladylike sounds. I suspect there may be a viral email that the new intern has the walking farts.
Went in to make coffee one day and somehow the Keurig machine just started spewing water everywhere. Naturally 3 people walked in right then as I was panicking and dodging the boiling spray.
I thought I broke the copier cause it wasn't printing in color and tried to fix it for like 15 minutes before asking someone and being told it's only black and white.
I come home every day with a different story, so I'm sure I've left most of them out. It's a humbling experience, being an intern. Hopefully this will help me to work with interns someday when I'm in my big girl job.
UGH.
So after I rolled my eyes and laughed that I had done yet another intern thing, I started to explain to the tech guy some of the other "Intern Moments" I've had in the last nine weeks. Here is a sample:
I am ALWAYS carrying something strangely shaped and hard to hold. I carried a gigantic orchid up from the mail room in such a way that I had to peer through the stalks to see where I was going. There were stares.
I accidentally turned off a fancy-pants manager's light on the way out of his office, leaving him sitting in the dark.
I rolled a cart out to my boss's car to get "a huge bucket" just to find out it was one small empty tub. I looked extremely weak rolling it back in on a cart.
I regularly trip trying to walk in heels, fell into a guy one time and he thought I had broken my ankle. (This came just minutes after I was asked if I was a model, and was feeling pretty high and mighty. I imagine it was God's way of knocking me off my high horse.)
If you walk through the badge-swipey-things without swiping your badge it alarms at you. This gets tricky when you push a cart through AND try to walk through. Multiple times I've had to do something similar to the electric slide to shuffle my way through the sensors without setting the alarms off. Still haven't been successful.
My new shoes get air pockets in them when I walk so it makes very un-ladylike sounds. I suspect there may be a viral email that the new intern has the walking farts.
Went in to make coffee one day and somehow the Keurig machine just started spewing water everywhere. Naturally 3 people walked in right then as I was panicking and dodging the boiling spray.
I thought I broke the copier cause it wasn't printing in color and tried to fix it for like 15 minutes before asking someone and being told it's only black and white.
I come home every day with a different story, so I'm sure I've left most of them out. It's a humbling experience, being an intern. Hopefully this will help me to work with interns someday when I'm in my big girl job.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
In honor of 235 years of your citizens bickering
Per usual, I'm reading the CNN Belief Blog on my lunch break.
Per usual, I'm seeking out the posts about church & state.
And I found this gem.
In honor of Independence Day, it's a post called "Why the U.S. is not a Christian Nation." And it's fascinating.
If you don't feel like reading through the whole thing, here are some quick facts that interested me:
- Thomas Jefferson was the one that coined the term "separation of church and state", but it wasn't part of the Declaration of Independence, his most notable work. It was in a letter to a Baptist church in Connecticut.
- The author says that most of the founding fathers were Protestant (I was taught in my religion classes that they were mostly deist).
- The Constitution states, "No religious Test shall ever be required as a Qualification to any Office or public Trust under the United States." Then at the end of the Constitution is a "Year of the Lord" reference. (Hey, they tried.)
- One of America's earliest foreign treaties, signed under John Adams, says, "As the government of the United States of America is not in any sense founded on the Christian Religion, -- as it has in itself no character of enmity against the laws, religion or tranquility of Musselmen (Muslims) ..."
- "In God We Trust" was first stamped on American currency after the Civil War, and didn't become the national motto until 1956.
- "Under God" was added into the Pledge of Allegiance 60 years after it was written (for a children's magazine) in 1954.
And the most hilarious:
- The "Ten Commandments" statues in various places around America were mostly established as a publicity stunt for the 1956 movie "The Ten Commandments."
I blame the 50's.
Now I'm not saying that we need to immediately remove all evidence that anyone in America ever believed in God, I'm just saying that maybe we shouldn't get our panties in such a bundle when someone threatens to. The symbols of "America's faith" are not the cornerstone of our country.
All this being said, the money doesn't say "In the Christian God We Trust" and in the Pledge it doesn't say, "one nation, under Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior." The argument should be whether we're a country of theism or not.
Either way, Happy birthday, America! And thanks for the ability to criticize you and blog about you as much as I want. You're still my favorite.
Per usual, I'm seeking out the posts about church & state.
And I found this gem.
In honor of Independence Day, it's a post called "Why the U.S. is not a Christian Nation." And it's fascinating.
If you don't feel like reading through the whole thing, here are some quick facts that interested me:
- Thomas Jefferson was the one that coined the term "separation of church and state", but it wasn't part of the Declaration of Independence, his most notable work. It was in a letter to a Baptist church in Connecticut.
- The author says that most of the founding fathers were Protestant (I was taught in my religion classes that they were mostly deist).
- The Constitution states, "No religious Test shall ever be required as a Qualification to any Office or public Trust under the United States." Then at the end of the Constitution is a "Year of the Lord" reference. (Hey, they tried.)
- One of America's earliest foreign treaties, signed under John Adams, says, "As the government of the United States of America is not in any sense founded on the Christian Religion, -- as it has in itself no character of enmity against the laws, religion or tranquility of Musselmen (Muslims) ..."
- "In God We Trust" was first stamped on American currency after the Civil War, and didn't become the national motto until 1956.
- "Under God" was added into the Pledge of Allegiance 60 years after it was written (for a children's magazine) in 1954.
And the most hilarious:
- The "Ten Commandments" statues in various places around America were mostly established as a publicity stunt for the 1956 movie "The Ten Commandments."
I blame the 50's.
Now I'm not saying that we need to immediately remove all evidence that anyone in America ever believed in God, I'm just saying that maybe we shouldn't get our panties in such a bundle when someone threatens to. The symbols of "America's faith" are not the cornerstone of our country.
All this being said, the money doesn't say "In the Christian God We Trust" and in the Pledge it doesn't say, "one nation, under Jesus Christ our Lord and Savior." The argument should be whether we're a country of theism or not.
Either way, Happy birthday, America! And thanks for the ability to criticize you and blog about you as much as I want. You're still my favorite.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
22 going on 30?
Today I got asked how long I'd been married. When I responded, "Oh, I'm not married. I'm only 22," I was met with a sentence of terror:
"I thought you were like 30."
This working thing must really be getting to me.
"I thought you were like 30."
This working thing must really be getting to me.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Marshmallow Bob Day
In honor of Father's Day, I've been thinking of lessons that I've learned from my own Bob. Here is a small sample:
Fifteen minutes early is on time. On time is late.
Rude birthday/father's day/sympathy cards are acceptable, and even encouraged.
Prioritize your spending. Just because someone LOOKS like they have more money than you, doesn't mean they do.
Knowledge is like a river, the deeper is runs the quieter it gets.
Passing gas/burping doesn't necessarily have to be blamed on the dog, but it does have to be followed up by stating, "Mommy taught me."
An 85 is good if the class average was a 70.
If someone has a higher position than you or more authority than you, it still doesn't make them right.
"Because I said so" is not an acceptable answer. For anything, from anyone.
Get a degree.
If you want some food, get ready to throw some elbows for it.
You don't have to grow up.
Being able to sit on the beach in a chair reading a good book all day is worth the terrible tan lines.
Travel and see for yourself.
If you're old enough to shave your legs, you're old enough to mow the lawn.
Happy Father's day to the best Bob around!
Fifteen minutes early is on time. On time is late.
Rude birthday/father's day/sympathy cards are acceptable, and even encouraged.
Prioritize your spending. Just because someone LOOKS like they have more money than you, doesn't mean they do.
Knowledge is like a river, the deeper is runs the quieter it gets.
Passing gas/burping doesn't necessarily have to be blamed on the dog, but it does have to be followed up by stating, "Mommy taught me."
An 85 is good if the class average was a 70.
If someone has a higher position than you or more authority than you, it still doesn't make them right.
"Because I said so" is not an acceptable answer. For anything, from anyone.
Get a degree.
If you want some food, get ready to throw some elbows for it.
You don't have to grow up.
Being able to sit on the beach in a chair reading a good book all day is worth the terrible tan lines.
Travel and see for yourself.
If you're old enough to shave your legs, you're old enough to mow the lawn.
Happy Father's day to the best Bob around!
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Bloggin' and Believin'
I've found a gem. Slash a hope for my future career as a religion/journalism major.
The CNN Belief Blog has a little bit of everything. Something that it has a LOT of, however, is loud-mouthed atheists that abuse the "comment" capability.
That being said, I just found this paragraph in one of the articles:
"The Protestant Reformation was in part about getting away from the authority of priests and popes. Why approach God indirectly when you can do so directly, Protestants asked. Why not read the Bible for yourself?
Unfortunately, there isn't much evidence that many American Protestants today are reading scripture with frequency or care. On a battery of 12 questions about Christianity and the Bible, American Protestants got 6.5 questions right on average, for a score of 54%. Many must rely on pastors like Long to tell them what to do and think."
Yikes.
That being said, I can't say I'm surprised. I think there is a very good point, that I have been known to argue myself, that people shouldn't rely solely on pastoral direction for spiritual guidance.
The article is about Eddie Long, pastor of a Baptist megachurch that got caught in a scandal. Go figure. We've seen this a time or two before, most notably with Catholic priests. But people are tired of the "Catholic priest caught in scandal with little boy" drama, namely Catholics. What I like about the article is that it mentions other religions and denominations that have been caught in scandals too, including Buddhists. We knew they were out there.
Anyways, if you have a lull at work and find all this interesting, take a look around the blog. They have belief and faith-based angles on current events as well as personal testimonies and experiences.
PS- World is ending on OCTOBER 21 now. Pastor Camping sends his apologies for the mix-up. Oopsies!
The CNN Belief Blog has a little bit of everything. Something that it has a LOT of, however, is loud-mouthed atheists that abuse the "comment" capability.
That being said, I just found this paragraph in one of the articles:
"The Protestant Reformation was in part about getting away from the authority of priests and popes. Why approach God indirectly when you can do so directly, Protestants asked. Why not read the Bible for yourself?
Unfortunately, there isn't much evidence that many American Protestants today are reading scripture with frequency or care. On a battery of 12 questions about Christianity and the Bible, American Protestants got 6.5 questions right on average, for a score of 54%. Many must rely on pastors like Long to tell them what to do and think."
Yikes.
That being said, I can't say I'm surprised. I think there is a very good point, that I have been known to argue myself, that people shouldn't rely solely on pastoral direction for spiritual guidance.
The article is about Eddie Long, pastor of a Baptist megachurch that got caught in a scandal. Go figure. We've seen this a time or two before, most notably with Catholic priests. But people are tired of the "Catholic priest caught in scandal with little boy" drama, namely Catholics. What I like about the article is that it mentions other religions and denominations that have been caught in scandals too, including Buddhists. We knew they were out there.
Anyways, if you have a lull at work and find all this interesting, take a look around the blog. They have belief and faith-based angles on current events as well as personal testimonies and experiences.
PS- World is ending on OCTOBER 21 now. Pastor Camping sends his apologies for the mix-up. Oopsies!
Friday, June 10, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Like a horse and carriage
I helped Elizabeth shoot a wedding yesterday for one of our religion major friends. Here are some of my favorite shots:
They wanted to wait til the ceremony to see each other but we figured out a way for them to still take pictures together.
They wanted to wait til the ceremony to see each other but we figured out a way for them to still take pictures together.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
True Life: I'm an Intern
Day two on the job:
Conquered the electric hole punch (plugged it in).
Tried to make coffee with the Keurig machine but instead ended up with a cup of hot milk.
Took 20 minutes to turn on my computer, then asked for help just to find I needed to push the power button.
The irony of the fact that I work in IT does not escape me.
Conquered the electric hole punch (plugged it in).
Tried to make coffee with the Keurig machine but instead ended up with a cup of hot milk.
Took 20 minutes to turn on my computer, then asked for help just to find I needed to push the power button.
The irony of the fact that I work in IT does not escape me.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Psych
Welp, guess the rapture didn't happen. Not because I'm still here, but because my grandmother's still here. And if she didn't make it, the rest of us are doomed.
Though it seems contradictory, I love my home church. A large part of why, is because of our pastor, Dee Shelnutt. Yesterday he addressed briefly how dumb predicting the rapture makes Christians look, and how the word "rapture" is no where in the scripture. He then urged the congregation to be more Bible literate.
We're in love.
One of the associate pastors stood up to give the "celebrations and concerns" and, with a straight face, said to us, "I'm going to be honest, I'm not completely prepared because I didn't expect to still be here today. However, I will continue from the detailed notes that I had left for Dee."
The choir loft was in tears, laughing so hard.
Another good line from all the rapture jokes: "So what if the rapture didn't happen? It's not the end of the world."
Though it seems contradictory, I love my home church. A large part of why, is because of our pastor, Dee Shelnutt. Yesterday he addressed briefly how dumb predicting the rapture makes Christians look, and how the word "rapture" is no where in the scripture. He then urged the congregation to be more Bible literate.
We're in love.
One of the associate pastors stood up to give the "celebrations and concerns" and, with a straight face, said to us, "I'm going to be honest, I'm not completely prepared because I didn't expect to still be here today. However, I will continue from the detailed notes that I had left for Dee."
The choir loft was in tears, laughing so hard.
Another good line from all the rapture jokes: "So what if the rapture didn't happen? It's not the end of the world."
Friday, May 20, 2011
Farewell, sinners
In the event that the rapture actually happens tomorrow, I would like to go on the record saying that I did, indeed, graduate from college.
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