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.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
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.
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