I was outside sunning myself, and while my back was getting its allotted time of shine I picked up the latest issue of Women's Health (which is one of the few magazines that I willfully pay for). I didn't make it passed the "Letter from the Editor" before I was inspired. Editor-in-Chief Michele Promaulayko said:
"Think about it: Each and every person who has ever climbed out of a fitness slump chose one day to get off their duff."
She goes on to talk about the "notion of personal responsibility," which plays a role in so many different aspects of our lives. Whether it's the decision to skip the fried cheese appetizer or take a chance with your career, this is your life. And like it or not, when you look back 10, 20, 67 years from now, you have no one to blame except yourself for where you are..and hopefully instead of the word blame in that sentence, you will be able to insert "congratulate" or "pat on the back" or "take on a whirlwind shopping spree" instead.
Change is now, embrace it.
Monday, May 23, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Reaction to Newsweek (May 2, 2011 Edition)
Let me start by saying that I am not a regular Newsweek reader. Even though my household has a subscription to it, I am more of an occasional reader. I like to skim through it, read only certain articles, pull nuggets out for conversational purposes. Rarely do I find an article that I am just enthralled with, even among the many many very good ones, I think I have trouble relating to them.
However, I am not afraid to admit that at 25 I am still a huge fan of the Olsen twins. When I was scouring the mail and saw them on the cover, I was thrilled.
[side note: it was finals week, thus the delayed reaction]
After months of the mishaps of Lindsay Lohan seeming to be the only representation of my contemporaries being bandied about news media, the tabloids, and invading my Twitter-feed. Coming across an article that raised the stakes and turned the tables on what "kids" my age our doing with their lives was a phenomenal moment. A tinge of me felt like I was the slacker in this situation comparatively, as I'm sure others my age can relate, but ultimately I felt proud that members of my generation are really stepping it up. The work ethic that the Olsen Twins have is AMAZING! They go after what they want and are role-models for all generations. In fact, after reading this article I feel more motivated to pursue my dreams and take risks.
I hope that Newsweek features more young Americans in future articles, the future is today and we are that future.
**Check out the article, Look, Ma, We're Fashion Moguls! by Robin Givhan (@RobinGivhan) #importedfromDetroit like me!
However, I am not afraid to admit that at 25 I am still a huge fan of the Olsen twins. When I was scouring the mail and saw them on the cover, I was thrilled.
[side note: it was finals week, thus the delayed reaction]
After months of the mishaps of Lindsay Lohan seeming to be the only representation of my contemporaries being bandied about news media, the tabloids, and invading my Twitter-feed. Coming across an article that raised the stakes and turned the tables on what "kids" my age our doing with their lives was a phenomenal moment. A tinge of me felt like I was the slacker in this situation comparatively, as I'm sure others my age can relate, but ultimately I felt proud that members of my generation are really stepping it up. The work ethic that the Olsen Twins have is AMAZING! They go after what they want and are role-models for all generations. In fact, after reading this article I feel more motivated to pursue my dreams and take risks.
I hope that Newsweek features more young Americans in future articles, the future is today and we are that future.
**Check out the article, Look, Ma, We're Fashion Moguls! by Robin Givhan (@RobinGivhan) #importedfromDetroit like me!
No Vacancy
If you're like me, then downsizing your wardrobe might prove to be a formidable task. You probably have a hard time pinpointing when your closet started to look like it was on steroids, or possibly started to take over your room.
Exhibit 1: My overstuffed closet, complete with over the door hooks and a shirt bar that allows for twice as much stuff..
Exhibit Dos: Yes, that is an entire wall covered in racks of clothing!
For me, it's a combination of 1) being addicted to shopping, and 2) not being able to part with items promptly enough to keep up with the replacements.
To meet the demands of my limited space, I have been forced to box up things approximately twice a year to make room for more seasonally appealing options. This weekend, since the sun has finally appeared over Chicagoland Indiana for longer than 36 hours, I decided to allocate some time to the transition of items. This also is a great time to discard winter things that I never wore and summer things that I had to come to terms with were never going to be worn. Some things however present a challenge for me. Although, I tend to not hold on to things for sentimental reasons, when it comes to clothing it's the complete opposite. When I look at an item there are a few things that come to mind:
1) The last time I wore it (or when I bought it, since the tags are still on) - chronologically speaking only, If I wore it last summer it's probably going straight to a hanger or hitting a shelf, whether realistically or not I would wear it again. Unless it's something that maybe I only wore because it was teetering the line between keeping and tossing, and I wore it as a last ditch effort to prove what my mother always says wrong, that I buy things just to buy them.
2) Where did I wear it - see I attach some intrinsic worth to an item based on the memory I associate with it. I have an uncanny memory when it comes to certain details. I probably can't list for you everything I wore last week to work, but I can look at a shirt that I haven't worn since undergrad (four years ago now) and tell you the exact party I wore it to, and why that night was so special to me, and therefore why I just cannot part with it.
3) Does it still fit me - And lately that answer has been overwhelmingly no to at least a 1/4 of my closet (thus the Lindsay's "clothes that I need to lose 10 lbs to fit into again" box sitting in the hallway waiting for someone to lovingly transport it to the basement for me..and if I leave it there long enough, trust me, someone will - and perhaps they'll take my box of "books I already read" and "boots")
I think that perhaps the biggest thing that most women suffer from would be number 3. My weight, like most, fluctuates. And clothing are particularly sensitive to that. The jeans might have looks great 5 pounds ago, but now I question whether wearing them out could pose a danger to someone if the button pops off and ricochets of something, taking an eye out on the way. That skirt would be perfect if I took an inch off both of the inner thighs and they looked like they did last summer when I had more time to work out. An inch here, a pound there, all these things have the power to effect the way something fits and looks. It is incredibly frustrating and unless you have the time to suffer through consistent workouts or will power to endure challenging diets - this is a reality for many women.
Stay Strong. And remember, if you haven't worn it in over a year, you should probably donate it (keep a list, and write it off during next year's taxes!). Clothes come and go, they shouldn't be what's weighing you down.
Exhibit 1: My overstuffed closet, complete with over the door hooks and a shirt bar that allows for twice as much stuff..
Exhibit Dos: Yes, that is an entire wall covered in racks of clothing!
For me, it's a combination of 1) being addicted to shopping, and 2) not being able to part with items promptly enough to keep up with the replacements.
To meet the demands of my limited space, I have been forced to box up things approximately twice a year to make room for more seasonally appealing options. This weekend, since the sun has finally appeared over Chicagoland Indiana for longer than 36 hours, I decided to allocate some time to the transition of items. This also is a great time to discard winter things that I never wore and summer things that I had to come to terms with were never going to be worn. Some things however present a challenge for me. Although, I tend to not hold on to things for sentimental reasons, when it comes to clothing it's the complete opposite. When I look at an item there are a few things that come to mind:
1) The last time I wore it (or when I bought it, since the tags are still on) - chronologically speaking only, If I wore it last summer it's probably going straight to a hanger or hitting a shelf, whether realistically or not I would wear it again. Unless it's something that maybe I only wore because it was teetering the line between keeping and tossing, and I wore it as a last ditch effort to prove what my mother always says wrong, that I buy things just to buy them.
2) Where did I wear it - see I attach some intrinsic worth to an item based on the memory I associate with it. I have an uncanny memory when it comes to certain details. I probably can't list for you everything I wore last week to work, but I can look at a shirt that I haven't worn since undergrad (four years ago now) and tell you the exact party I wore it to, and why that night was so special to me, and therefore why I just cannot part with it.
3) Does it still fit me - And lately that answer has been overwhelmingly no to at least a 1/4 of my closet (thus the Lindsay's "clothes that I need to lose 10 lbs to fit into again" box sitting in the hallway waiting for someone to lovingly transport it to the basement for me..and if I leave it there long enough, trust me, someone will - and perhaps they'll take my box of "books I already read" and "boots")
I think that perhaps the biggest thing that most women suffer from would be number 3. My weight, like most, fluctuates. And clothing are particularly sensitive to that. The jeans might have looks great 5 pounds ago, but now I question whether wearing them out could pose a danger to someone if the button pops off and ricochets of something, taking an eye out on the way. That skirt would be perfect if I took an inch off both of the inner thighs and they looked like they did last summer when I had more time to work out. An inch here, a pound there, all these things have the power to effect the way something fits and looks. It is incredibly frustrating and unless you have the time to suffer through consistent workouts or will power to endure challenging diets - this is a reality for many women.
Stay Strong. And remember, if you haven't worn it in over a year, you should probably donate it (keep a list, and write it off during next year's taxes!). Clothes come and go, they shouldn't be what's weighing you down.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Lessons Forgotten
The term “big kid” is thrown around a lot to describe adults that are immature, irresponsible. It’s one of those idioms that has become a more pc way to refer to people that we actually like, without being completely insulting. But what are we really losing by using the word kid this way. We are ultimately marginalizing the characteristics of children that are positive, like:
- Children are a ball of energy – They are really quite amazing that way. I can’t remember the last time I had unlimited energy that lasted all day. Even with the help of caffeine, I’m lucky if I can pretend to be full of energy, and even then it only lasts a max of a few hours. Yes, sometimes we as adults find burst of energy, but realistically it doesn’t last all that long. I love men that have energy, kid-like energy. I think it’s incredibly attractive and I feed off of it.
- Children don’t hold grudges – No one forgets being mad faster than a child. They really know the meaning of “brush your shoulder off.” They fall down and get back up and go back to what they were doing before. This is an excellent quality to have. I know there are times when it’s a matter of emotional self-defense to keep your distance from someone, or even write them off, but holding a grudge for the sake of holding a grudge is unhealthy. It causes stress that ultimately hurts you more than the other person. Kids don’t know anything about that.
- Children are not afraid to cry – In fact, kids will cry anywhere, at anytime, for any reason. They have absolutely no problem showing their emotions. They don’t bottle up their feelings until that boil over and cause a big stir, they are honest. They haven’t learned yet how to lie with their emotions. Maybe this is what we can learn most from children. That it’s perfectly acceptable to feel.
I hope one day someone calls me a big kid, and means it in the best way.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Run Fat Boy, Run!
It has come to my attention the utter hypocrisy that exists within the American educational system.
Running in the halls!
The news is constantly focused on the rise in child obesity, yet we tell children not to run in the halls. Perhaps if we encouraged more physical activity, especially during time periods where they don't have the option of slug bugging it and indulging in the television (or the "idiot box" as my mother unwittingly calls it) children wouldn't be so fat. Yes, I said it, F-A-T fat! There are too many chunky monkeys walking around elementary schools these days, and let's face it, chunky monkey-ness is only cute for a limited time.
We need to seize every available opportunity to get our future leaders hearts racing, blood pumping!
Therefore, I am a strong supporter of running in the hallways (even allowing them to walk briskly would quench my thirst)..UNLESS there shoes are untied, and in that case they should step into a doorway as to avoid being run over like the father did in The Lion King during the stampede (that part still makes me cry).
**Side Note: Despite the title, this is a gender neutral commentary**
Running in the halls!
The news is constantly focused on the rise in child obesity, yet we tell children not to run in the halls. Perhaps if we encouraged more physical activity, especially during time periods where they don't have the option of slug bugging it and indulging in the television (or the "idiot box" as my mother unwittingly calls it) children wouldn't be so fat. Yes, I said it, F-A-T fat! There are too many chunky monkeys walking around elementary schools these days, and let's face it, chunky monkey-ness is only cute for a limited time.
We need to seize every available opportunity to get our future leaders hearts racing, blood pumping!
Therefore, I am a strong supporter of running in the hallways (even allowing them to walk briskly would quench my thirst)..UNLESS there shoes are untied, and in that case they should step into a doorway as to avoid being run over like the father did in The Lion King during the stampede (that part still makes me cry).
**Side Note: Despite the title, this is a gender neutral commentary**
Thursday, May 5, 2011
The Day After The Last Day
I have made it 115 Days without shopping, and today, 116 for good measures.
Out of the four freebies I allotted myself, I used two. One, a pair of frilly pumps, the other, an Indiana University tank top from the Victoria's Secret PINK collection.
How do I feel?
Well, today (after suffering from an "I'm fat and none of my clothes look good on me" morning) I decided that I should dump my whole wardrobe and start again. Probably not the best idea coming off of a 4-month long shopping hiatus. Plus, I'm not really fat. Instead, I think the better decision would be to do some laundry..
that's right. I admit it. I DO NOT LIKE TO DO LAUNDRY! So, it doesn't get done very often..and even though my closet (read: half of my room turned closet) doesn't appear to be missing any items, when my staple pieces are all dirty - it causes me mass panic and thus "I'm fat and none of my clothes look good on me" mornings that result on me barely getting in the door at work on time.
To be honest, I am still in the throws of finals and unfortunately grad school is consuming my life right now. Therefore, I haven't had much time to contemplate my upcoming shopping celebration(s)..
I'm sure I'll have more of a philosophical response to this experience after Monday night.
Out of the four freebies I allotted myself, I used two. One, a pair of frilly pumps, the other, an Indiana University tank top from the Victoria's Secret PINK collection.
How do I feel?
Well, today (after suffering from an "I'm fat and none of my clothes look good on me" morning) I decided that I should dump my whole wardrobe and start again. Probably not the best idea coming off of a 4-month long shopping hiatus. Plus, I'm not really fat. Instead, I think the better decision would be to do some laundry..
that's right. I admit it. I DO NOT LIKE TO DO LAUNDRY! So, it doesn't get done very often..and even though my closet (read: half of my room turned closet) doesn't appear to be missing any items, when my staple pieces are all dirty - it causes me mass panic and thus "I'm fat and none of my clothes look good on me" mornings that result on me barely getting in the door at work on time.
To be honest, I am still in the throws of finals and unfortunately grad school is consuming my life right now. Therefore, I haven't had much time to contemplate my upcoming shopping celebration(s)..
I'm sure I'll have more of a philosophical response to this experience after Monday night.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Changing Time
Today at work, while discussing my love life - a subject the older women can't get enough of - one of them interjected, "I've never seen a generation more wrapped up in there careers and eduction, and less interested in romance than yours." This of course was a response to my, "I think it would be nice to have a summer romance." A notion that they all immediately dismissed as being "old school." I tried to explain that I am looking at my future and its in a transition point, that my life is a series of "well if this comes to fruition, than I'll take this path, if not I'll go down this road." There is enough uncertainty in my life without adding the strain that a relationship could add to my already weighted decisions.
From there perspective, a summer romance in contemporary terms is only a physical thing, that the guy would just assume I'm using him for his money. How this fits with being future oriented? No idea! Finally, I gave up my argument and had to walk away.
This is just an example of how older generations may be more than a little confused by the 20-30s crowd. The future is important. Careers, education, success - all things that matter, and maybe more than ever. That's not saying that traditional relationships have went out of the window, but not everyone is looking for a long term commitment. It's not exactly as if I am NOT looking for "the real thing," but there are a lot of things up in the air and I don't think there's anything wrong with just wanting someone to spend time with; someone that may or may not be part of that future. Obviously, you can't control your emotions, at least not completely. There is a chance that a summer romance can turn into something more, but is it really that offensive of an idea, monotonous casual dating with the understanding that if something professionally or educationally comes up it that might be it?
Sometimes the best memories are moments that just were what they were, nothing more, nothing less.
From there perspective, a summer romance in contemporary terms is only a physical thing, that the guy would just assume I'm using him for his money. How this fits with being future oriented? No idea! Finally, I gave up my argument and had to walk away.
This is just an example of how older generations may be more than a little confused by the 20-30s crowd. The future is important. Careers, education, success - all things that matter, and maybe more than ever. That's not saying that traditional relationships have went out of the window, but not everyone is looking for a long term commitment. It's not exactly as if I am NOT looking for "the real thing," but there are a lot of things up in the air and I don't think there's anything wrong with just wanting someone to spend time with; someone that may or may not be part of that future. Obviously, you can't control your emotions, at least not completely. There is a chance that a summer romance can turn into something more, but is it really that offensive of an idea, monotonous casual dating with the understanding that if something professionally or educationally comes up it that might be it?
Sometimes the best memories are moments that just were what they were, nothing more, nothing less.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Day 103: Light at the End of the Tunnel
If you've been following my journey of non-shopping, then you may be aware that my personal shopping hiatus ends in just two weeks. 103 days strong and still going. I can't say that this experience was exactly what I imagined going into it. I pictured shopping cravings to hit like food cravings, and desperate pleas in the form of text messages and e-mailed wish lists to go out starting from Day 8. For the most part, it has been pretty smooth sailing.
Although, there were definitely moments that I felt an urge to throw on some shoes, grab my purse and plunge into the depths of shopping, I've maintained a pretty consistent low key lifestyle over the last few months. Right now, the effort to stay clam during the sea of final papers that are swirling around my desk is definitely helping the cause. I have no more time to contemplate the latest styles than I do to have an all-weekend movie marathon. With crunch time upon me, it's eases the focus on other superficial areas of my life.
I had planned to lift my ban on May 4th, however, finals in mind - May 10 after finals are over seem more appropriate (and even, since I began on January 10th).
Too bad I never found a generous sponsor..
Although, there were definitely moments that I felt an urge to throw on some shoes, grab my purse and plunge into the depths of shopping, I've maintained a pretty consistent low key lifestyle over the last few months. Right now, the effort to stay clam during the sea of final papers that are swirling around my desk is definitely helping the cause. I have no more time to contemplate the latest styles than I do to have an all-weekend movie marathon. With crunch time upon me, it's eases the focus on other superficial areas of my life.
I had planned to lift my ban on May 4th, however, finals in mind - May 10 after finals are over seem more appropriate (and even, since I began on January 10th).
Too bad I never found a generous sponsor..
Sunday, April 10, 2011
The Air of Possibility
Spring is in the air, the heat is turned off, and little purple flowers have popped up all over my backyard (which generally indicates that I don't mow the grass enough) but my favorite part of this time of year is that it smells like..
possibilities!
Spring has a funny way of making everything seem like it has potential. Although the year started 4 months ago, spring always brings in a fresh perspective. Spring cleaning is a term that can be attached to more than your closet or home (but those are good places to start).
Get off your behind and smell the metaphorical flowers!
possibilities!
Spring has a funny way of making everything seem like it has potential. Although the year started 4 months ago, spring always brings in a fresh perspective. Spring cleaning is a term that can be attached to more than your closet or home (but those are good places to start).
Get off your behind and smell the metaphorical flowers!
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
How To Get Over Yourself
To get out of my current funk, I have compiled a list of things to do - to get over yourself. Yes, I said yourself. In my experience, most funks are self-induced.
1. Stop Procrastinating! Don't put off anything that you can do in a minute or less - just don't. For example: Pick up your dirty clothes that you threw off in a fit of late-for-something-ness and left loitering in the middle of your bedroom. If you don't take care of it now, than later you may look back at it as the origins of a massive pile-o-laundry that has been accumulating in your boudoir for the last 37 days.
2. Rock Out! Turn on some classic 90s alternarock legend like hmm Limp Bizkit or Korn or Smells Like Teen Spirit, get up, and actually move your body. I said move, not sway. In fact, jump around and for five minutes (or longer which is probably recommended, but depending on your health status of course) forget that things aren't necessarily going your way. Like Elle Woods said, "exercise causes endorphins, endorphins make you happy." So go ahead and trick your body, give yourself permission.
3. Drink All Your Troubles Away! No I don't suggest you go out (or stay in) and be a drunken loner in the very my-life-is-a-movie type of way - no background music will begin to play to indicate your mood. Go out with a friend(s), order a mid-size, mid-priced margarita and talk until you realize that maybe some of your funk is stemming from quite silly notions. At the very least this is another great opportunity to trick your body into thinking everything is peachy, and maybe your head will follow. May I suggest a deeply intellectual conversation about something completely superficial that may spark something genuinely interesting in the end.
4. Brush Your Shoulder Off! Like the profoundly popular Jay-Z had us singing. Which in my interpretation means "go shopping!" What better way to get the dirt of your shoulder e.g. your clothes, than buy some new ones. Shopping can be a very zen-like experience if you let it be. Go alone, people only ruin it for you. Enjoy browsing through racks, finding great deals, perhaps picking up a gift for someone special (i.e. your mom - Mother's Day is coming up). You can even make this one interesting, go antiquing or thrift store hunting. Spend a day with yourself - roadtrip solo to an outlet mall and hang out, going from shop to shop, noticing that these places always have some kind of chocolate store.
5. Scream! I mean literally, not figuratively, scream. Into a pillow, in the closet, in your obscurely parked car on the side of the road. There is no shame in having emotions, and letting them out. Bottled up emotions often lead to a funk such as this.
1. Stop Procrastinating! Don't put off anything that you can do in a minute or less - just don't. For example: Pick up your dirty clothes that you threw off in a fit of late-for-something-ness and left loitering in the middle of your bedroom. If you don't take care of it now, than later you may look back at it as the origins of a massive pile-o-laundry that has been accumulating in your boudoir for the last 37 days.
2. Rock Out! Turn on some classic 90s alternarock legend like hmm Limp Bizkit or Korn or Smells Like Teen Spirit, get up, and actually move your body. I said move, not sway. In fact, jump around and for five minutes (or longer which is probably recommended, but depending on your health status of course) forget that things aren't necessarily going your way. Like Elle Woods said, "exercise causes endorphins, endorphins make you happy." So go ahead and trick your body, give yourself permission.
3. Drink All Your Troubles Away! No I don't suggest you go out (or stay in) and be a drunken loner in the very my-life-is-a-movie type of way - no background music will begin to play to indicate your mood. Go out with a friend(s), order a mid-size, mid-priced margarita and talk until you realize that maybe some of your funk is stemming from quite silly notions. At the very least this is another great opportunity to trick your body into thinking everything is peachy, and maybe your head will follow. May I suggest a deeply intellectual conversation about something completely superficial that may spark something genuinely interesting in the end.
4. Brush Your Shoulder Off! Like the profoundly popular Jay-Z had us singing. Which in my interpretation means "go shopping!" What better way to get the dirt of your shoulder e.g. your clothes, than buy some new ones. Shopping can be a very zen-like experience if you let it be. Go alone, people only ruin it for you. Enjoy browsing through racks, finding great deals, perhaps picking up a gift for someone special (i.e. your mom - Mother's Day is coming up). You can even make this one interesting, go antiquing or thrift store hunting. Spend a day with yourself - roadtrip solo to an outlet mall and hang out, going from shop to shop, noticing that these places always have some kind of chocolate store.
5. Scream! I mean literally, not figuratively, scream. Into a pillow, in the closet, in your obscurely parked car on the side of the road. There is no shame in having emotions, and letting them out. Bottled up emotions often lead to a funk such as this.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
When Life Happens, and You Don't..
It's inevitable that there will be moments in life when comparatively you will be in a proverbial holding pattern. Everyone around you will appear to be moving on, and you - you are stuck. This happens a lot when people decide to go to back to school instead of focusing on their career or romantic life. It is possible for you to do all three at once, but more than likely not.
Why is that?
Well, most people tend to suffer from tunnel-vision, and although as Americans are trained to multi-task (I'm sure there are other countries with similar tendencies, but I can't speak for them) we don't tend to do it proficiently on a larger scale.
The problem with being in a holding pattern is you start to think that the successes of others indicate a failure on your own part. No, you didn't get that exciting new job. No, you didn't get engaged. No, you didn't buy a new house/car.
You have effectively put these things on hold so that you can accomplish the "grunt work." This endeavor however prominent it may be, presents emotional hurtles. The idea of being stuck does not exactly scream positive connotation. You work and work and work, and as soon as you finish - a new semester starts, and everything goes back to square one. It often feels like you're moving ahead at a snail's pace.
Perhaps the most difficult part is the feeling in your stomach when you know you should be overwhelmed for the joys of others, but feel like when you say it out loud, it seems like you're just pretending - like you're just following the script of social pleasantries.
Stay Strong. Life will move on..eventually.
Why is that?
Well, most people tend to suffer from tunnel-vision, and although as Americans are trained to multi-task (I'm sure there are other countries with similar tendencies, but I can't speak for them) we don't tend to do it proficiently on a larger scale.
The problem with being in a holding pattern is you start to think that the successes of others indicate a failure on your own part. No, you didn't get that exciting new job. No, you didn't get engaged. No, you didn't buy a new house/car.
You have effectively put these things on hold so that you can accomplish the "grunt work." This endeavor however prominent it may be, presents emotional hurtles. The idea of being stuck does not exactly scream positive connotation. You work and work and work, and as soon as you finish - a new semester starts, and everything goes back to square one. It often feels like you're moving ahead at a snail's pace.
Perhaps the most difficult part is the feeling in your stomach when you know you should be overwhelmed for the joys of others, but feel like when you say it out loud, it seems like you're just pretending - like you're just following the script of social pleasantries.
Stay Strong. Life will move on..eventually.
Recessionista Moment of the Day
I haven't run out to pick up OPI's latest and perhaps greatest contribution to nails, their Shatter nail polish (part of the Katy Perry Collection). Although I have complete intentions of doing so. In a moment of genius, or possibly looking for any excuse to procrastinate on writing my latest literary great essay, I decided to paint over my already delicious OPI entrusted nails (retired color: Kinky in Helsinki) with a cheaper brand of black nail polish in the hopes that when the black inevitably chips, it will have a cool effect on the color underneath.
Here's hoping.
If not, I guess this will only serve as a reminder of my need to visit my local OPI retailer..
And on the plus side, my now black nails go perfectly with the theme of my article: Twilight and American Values. So it's a win-win.
Here's hoping.
If not, I guess this will only serve as a reminder of my need to visit my local OPI retailer..
And on the plus side, my now black nails go perfectly with the theme of my article: Twilight and American Values. So it's a win-win.
Monday, April 4, 2011
Day 85 - Barely Holding On
It's April and I'm in the home stretch of my 5 month shopping ban. Only one more month to go, and I've only used one freebie (out of 3). I must admit I hit a wall the other day and virtually almost went off the deep end. I was once again forced into the shopping sphere to purchase a stunning gift for a good friend, when I was bombarded with such a selection that I literally had to leave the store.
The change in season has really got me on the shopping urge thinking about all the lovely new Spring trends available. Now I know, you may be thinking, seriously chica wtf? It's only clothes. But in case you are unaware, for many women (and some men) shopping is a hobby, a zen-like experience, and without such my life has been slightly unbalanced. In an effort to counter-balance and retain some sense of equilibrium, I have been entering a vast number of contests/giveaways - because let's face it, a package in the mail is a package in the mail.
Although, I can admit that shopping is not the end-all, be-all of living, doing things that one finds enjoyable is a crucial part of life. Everyone has responsibilities, things we do because we have to or out of necessity (like work and grad school for me), but it's the other facets of life that make it worth it.
Keep on truckin', folks!
The change in season has really got me on the shopping urge thinking about all the lovely new Spring trends available. Now I know, you may be thinking, seriously chica wtf? It's only clothes. But in case you are unaware, for many women (and some men) shopping is a hobby, a zen-like experience, and without such my life has been slightly unbalanced. In an effort to counter-balance and retain some sense of equilibrium, I have been entering a vast number of contests/giveaways - because let's face it, a package in the mail is a package in the mail.
Although, I can admit that shopping is not the end-all, be-all of living, doing things that one finds enjoyable is a crucial part of life. Everyone has responsibilities, things we do because we have to or out of necessity (like work and grad school for me), but it's the other facets of life that make it worth it.
Keep on truckin', folks!
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Day 77 and Honey, This is Not Heaven
I was forced to enter a store yesterday to shop for someone else.
I'm pretty sure the largest part of my success in this shopping ban is due to my avoidance of situations that may cause me the urge of opening up my wallet. I've never been a window shopper and this is not the time to start. Before I made it to the baby section (shopping for a baby shower gift), I passed by the dress section. I tried to peruse, but it all became too much and I was taken by the immense selection of lovely colors and fabrics. Fortunately, I willed myself away just in time before I loaded myself on dresses for every occasion.
Oh, how I miss the high that shopping gives me..fa la la. How do people find zen outside of the retail experience??
Still no word on a willing participant in the quest for a sponsor.
Singing "I'm half way there, I'm half way there!" [Lifehouse]
I'm pretty sure the largest part of my success in this shopping ban is due to my avoidance of situations that may cause me the urge of opening up my wallet. I've never been a window shopper and this is not the time to start. Before I made it to the baby section (shopping for a baby shower gift), I passed by the dress section. I tried to peruse, but it all became too much and I was taken by the immense selection of lovely colors and fabrics. Fortunately, I willed myself away just in time before I loaded myself on dresses for every occasion.
Oh, how I miss the high that shopping gives me..fa la la. How do people find zen outside of the retail experience??
Still no word on a willing participant in the quest for a sponsor.
Singing "I'm half way there, I'm half way there!" [Lifehouse]
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Applying a Notion
I just read the line "Why don't we just spell the word raspberry like razberry?" in a reply e-mail. I'm pretty sure it's a good sign.
This semester (as you may already be aware, and if not, you are now) I have been forced into taking the course "History of the English Language," which is less of a history lesson and more of a lesson in learning a new language with strange symbols and hard to pronounce vocabulary words.
How does this relate to that sentence? ::taps foot::
Well lucky for you, I will now indulge you in a things-you-never-knew-and-will-probably-never-need-to lesson. The word "razberry" is actually eye dialect. I'd like to follow that up with an explanation, but unfortunately I haven't retained that information yet (which again, is lucky for you because my guess is that this is where you stop reading).
Tada! It's like a magic trick -- until next time.
This semester (as you may already be aware, and if not, you are now) I have been forced into taking the course "History of the English Language," which is less of a history lesson and more of a lesson in learning a new language with strange symbols and hard to pronounce vocabulary words.
How does this relate to that sentence? ::taps foot::
Well lucky for you, I will now indulge you in a things-you-never-knew-and-will-probably-never-need-to lesson. The word "razberry" is actually eye dialect. I'd like to follow that up with an explanation, but unfortunately I haven't retained that information yet (which again, is lucky for you because my guess is that this is where you stop reading).
Tada! It's like a magic trick -- until next time.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Time Out, Brooklyn
I've always liked the idea of a relaxing vacation, but in reality I am a restless soul. I get bored easily. By Day 1 1/2, I am ready to rejoin the real world..or at least do something productive. I know that getting a tan may seem like a productive use of time, however, I've never been one to just want to lay on beach for endless days doing diddly squat. There was a summer in college where I spent at least an hour at the pool almost every day soaking up those harmful UV rays, and being that tan made me enormously happy. But the reality is that most of those days I had to force myself not to get up and go as I mentally ran through my list of "Things To Do.." that was sitting on the kitchen counter.
On the other hand, I fully support the concept of procrastination. I strongly believe that a healthy amount of procrastinating in one's life is perfectly acceptable. It is those moments of relaxation that I get the most out of. It is also in that time that I google search for more contests to enter, which #winning makes me sublimely happy [winning like in actual winning, not in Charlie Sheen's sense of the word, which equates to losing].
On the other hand, I fully support the concept of procrastination. I strongly believe that a healthy amount of procrastinating in one's life is perfectly acceptable. It is those moments of relaxation that I get the most out of. It is also in that time that I google search for more contests to enter, which #winning makes me sublimely happy [winning like in actual winning, not in Charlie Sheen's sense of the word, which equates to losing].
Monday, March 7, 2011
Full-Length Mirror
I've finally completed my first potential article. A dozen or so edits, 7 reviewers, 2 meetings with the chair of Valparaiso University's English Dept. and I'm here.
Where is here exactly?
I'm not completely sure. Somewhere between the moment where my dreams come true and absolutely nothing more than walking on hope. The reality of the situation is that I'm sitting on a piece of writing that could be the difference between me being a no one and me being a no one plus one published article. Before you start with the smallest violin joke, let me assure you that I am not questioning myself; I am not saying "no one" like I'm some sort of non-existent entity. I'm a force (at least in my head), I have a head full of relevant and not-so-relevant thoughts, and I consider myself a good person to keep around (and not just because you have an above average chance of going on a free vacation courtesy of my "luck").
I think this is one of those moments that people refer to as: "a defining moment." When I look in the mirror, I see the woman I want to be, the woman that I will be.
I'm waiting to hear back from a particular magazine about there policies on submitting unsolicited articles, and until that time (or the time I e-mail them again tomorrow) I am basking in the fact that I feel as fearless as the girl who looked back at me in the mirror so many years ago, the girl who knew who I could be.
Where is here exactly?
I'm not completely sure. Somewhere between the moment where my dreams come true and absolutely nothing more than walking on hope. The reality of the situation is that I'm sitting on a piece of writing that could be the difference between me being a no one and me being a no one plus one published article. Before you start with the smallest violin joke, let me assure you that I am not questioning myself; I am not saying "no one" like I'm some sort of non-existent entity. I'm a force (at least in my head), I have a head full of relevant and not-so-relevant thoughts, and I consider myself a good person to keep around (and not just because you have an above average chance of going on a free vacation courtesy of my "luck").
I think this is one of those moments that people refer to as: "a defining moment." When I look in the mirror, I see the woman I want to be, the woman that I will be.
I'm waiting to hear back from a particular magazine about there policies on submitting unsolicited articles, and until that time (or the time I e-mail them again tomorrow) I am basking in the fact that I feel as fearless as the girl who looked back at me in the mirror so many years ago, the girl who knew who I could be.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Bashful Frill
Every month of my shopping leave of absence, the "rules" [see Without Values, What's Left?] allow me to have one splurge purchase. Just a little something to keep me going, but without the frills that bags and bags of shopping lovelies bring.
I went for these nude frilly peep-toe t-strap pumps by GUESS.
Most importantly, these shoes are actually really surprisingly comfortable! I can't wait for spring to be here full-time so I can enjoy them outside of my bedroom mirror.
I went for these nude frilly peep-toe t-strap pumps by GUESS.
Most importantly, these shoes are actually really surprisingly comfortable! I can't wait for spring to be here full-time so I can enjoy them outside of my bedroom mirror.
56 Mix
Day 56..
Borders bookstore is going out of business and I desperately want to shop for some half off retail price books. Although, books might not seem to fit in with the whole essence of a shopping hiatus - there is a plentiful amount of the sitting unread on the bookshelf. Many of which are ARC's and therefore cost me nothing. If you are unaware of what an ARC is, they are Advanced Reader Copies, and I manage to be on the right internet sites at the right time and have had the pleasure of being rewarded with several. I love to read, but until I finish the ones sitting in wait I have to argue that it goes against the intent of my giving up shopping. I am not going to learn the value of the dollar (and more selfishly save up for a brand new car!) if I give myself loopholes.
Borders bookstore is going out of business and I desperately want to shop for some half off retail price books. Although, books might not seem to fit in with the whole essence of a shopping hiatus - there is a plentiful amount of the sitting unread on the bookshelf. Many of which are ARC's and therefore cost me nothing. If you are unaware of what an ARC is, they are Advanced Reader Copies, and I manage to be on the right internet sites at the right time and have had the pleasure of being rewarded with several. I love to read, but until I finish the ones sitting in wait I have to argue that it goes against the intent of my giving up shopping. I am not going to learn the value of the dollar (and more selfishly save up for a brand new car!) if I give myself loopholes.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Day 5-0
I've made it 50 days without purchasing anything apparel or beauty related (with the exception of my first month's freebie).
How does it feel?
Well, right now after spending the last month or so seeing the flutter of award show images of girls in pretty dresses take over the internet (and my Twitter-feed)..It feels pretty shitty.
I've never considered myself a slave to fashion, but shopping is so much more than that for me. It's the most convenient way to relieve stress and put a smile of my face. I used to reward myself for going to class by picking up a lovely gift on the way to the last class of the week. This got me through the first semester of grad school (and is something I credit for my perfect attendance in this round of schooling). Ironic since if I had attended the majority of my undergrad classes, I might not have needed to go back and further my education - but hindsight is 20/20.
The idea of finding a "sponsor" for this non-shopping endeavor seems to be taking up constant attention in my frontal lobe (or maybe whatever lobe is responsible for such thoughts). I wonder if a magazine editor would take pity on my quest and trade clothes for reviews? The more I contemplate the idea, the more I think it's a perfectly reasonable request.
It looks like this hiatus may be extended, my car is making a squeak and I'm foreseeing a new car in the nearer future..Oh lovely pieces o' clothes and fashionable footwear - you may have to wait a bit longer to find your way home to my closet ::tears::
How does it feel?
Well, right now after spending the last month or so seeing the flutter of award show images of girls in pretty dresses take over the internet (and my Twitter-feed)..It feels pretty shitty.
I've never considered myself a slave to fashion, but shopping is so much more than that for me. It's the most convenient way to relieve stress and put a smile of my face. I used to reward myself for going to class by picking up a lovely gift on the way to the last class of the week. This got me through the first semester of grad school (and is something I credit for my perfect attendance in this round of schooling). Ironic since if I had attended the majority of my undergrad classes, I might not have needed to go back and further my education - but hindsight is 20/20.
The idea of finding a "sponsor" for this non-shopping endeavor seems to be taking up constant attention in my frontal lobe (or maybe whatever lobe is responsible for such thoughts). I wonder if a magazine editor would take pity on my quest and trade clothes for reviews? The more I contemplate the idea, the more I think it's a perfectly reasonable request.
It looks like this hiatus may be extended, my car is making a squeak and I'm foreseeing a new car in the nearer future..Oh lovely pieces o' clothes and fashionable footwear - you may have to wait a bit longer to find your way home to my closet ::tears::
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Critical Review
After listening to the tape of my recent interview, several times, I have made a few crucial discoveries:
1. I use the word "like" an inordinate amount of time
2. My voice sounds much better in my head
3. I am noticeably more funny in person, or on paper, either or
1. I use the word "like" an inordinate amount of time
2. My voice sounds much better in my head
3. I am noticeably more funny in person, or on paper, either or
Friday, February 11, 2011
Me, Myself, and We
Do you ever talk to yourself when you workout?
Well, I do.
I have 2 styles of conversation that I follow to motivate myself [only while in the process of doing cardio, using an sort of weights or muscle building machine causes me severe pain and skews to thoughts dually trying to register in my mind].
1. Negotiations: I prefer this method during my stints on the elliptical. It sounds almost identical to a business meeting, except I play the roles of all sides involved. I like to trade workout time for promises of shopping, but since my current hiatus from that activity, I have to come up with new and exciting ways to move negotiations along. For example, "If you [and by you I mean me] keep your heart rate above 170 for the next 20 minutes, you [me] can procrastinate on that homework we're dreading until tomorrow" - which has replaced, "5 more minutes and you've earned that yummy pair of knee-high boots that would look great with that darling sweater you earned at our last meeting."
2. One-Up-Manship: On the treadmill, it's a different ball game. I'm currently, and possibly futilely, training myself to be a runner using the interval technique [also recommended to reduce the risk of Type II Diabetes]. The conversation with myself goes something like this:
"You only have to run at x speed for 1.5 minutes and than you can go back to walking for 3 minutes."
"Hell no! I'm going to run for 2 minutes, and only walk for 2.5, and than do it again"
It goes on like that for a half hour, until at which time I'm particularly sweaty gross, and both sides agree that cardio is accomplished for the day.
Well, I do.
I have 2 styles of conversation that I follow to motivate myself [only while in the process of doing cardio, using an sort of weights or muscle building machine causes me severe pain and skews to thoughts dually trying to register in my mind].
1. Negotiations: I prefer this method during my stints on the elliptical. It sounds almost identical to a business meeting, except I play the roles of all sides involved. I like to trade workout time for promises of shopping, but since my current hiatus from that activity, I have to come up with new and exciting ways to move negotiations along. For example, "If you [and by you I mean me] keep your heart rate above 170 for the next 20 minutes, you [me] can procrastinate on that homework we're dreading until tomorrow" - which has replaced, "5 more minutes and you've earned that yummy pair of knee-high boots that would look great with that darling sweater you earned at our last meeting."
2. One-Up-Manship: On the treadmill, it's a different ball game. I'm currently, and possibly futilely, training myself to be a runner using the interval technique [also recommended to reduce the risk of Type II Diabetes]. The conversation with myself goes something like this:
"You only have to run at x speed for 1.5 minutes and than you can go back to walking for 3 minutes."
"Hell no! I'm going to run for 2 minutes, and only walk for 2.5, and than do it again"
It goes on like that for a half hour, until at which time I'm particularly sweaty gross, and both sides agree that cardio is accomplished for the day.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
"I guess I'm an Actor"
I'm working on a 'popular article' that started out very much in the name of a grade, and has just blossomed into something so much more. That's such an ambiguous statement, but I'm not sure how else to frame it. I took a risk, I guess you can call it that, and asked someone that I have recently become very aware of and equally intrigued by to take a chance on me. I asked for an interview, pretty much on a whim, thinking the worst thing that could come out of was a harsh "hell no" type of scenario. Amazingly, he agreed, despite having no real reason to not assume I was a complete single-white-female-stalker chick and this wasn't going to turn into some sort of fatal attraction situation [besides my identifying myself as attached to a grad school, which I'm pretty sure he just took me by my word on].
Well I'm not [psychotic] and this isn't [daytime television].
I've already gotten so much out of the experience and I'm still knee deep in it. I like to think of myself as a fairly non-addictive personality - I don't even have the energy to play dress up for the Twilight midnight opening night, and I LOVE the series - but I am OBSESSED with this whole process.
Everything from the research, to the actual interview itself, to the combing through the recording [play.stop.rewind. repeat. repeat. repeat. play], to the first draft, to the complete overhaul I did this afternoon, and the critiques and edits, all of it. There's so much that goes in to writing a piece like this. Yes, in a sense you're still writing it for yourself and a particular audience [and in my case a professor standing in the way of an actual audience], but it's also about the subject. I'm doing a profile on an actual person, not an ambiguous object or a lofty idea/theory, and you want to be able to do that person justice; to really tell their story in a way that represents them honestly. There are so many positions and angles that you can take on a project like this, it's up to the writer to find a theme in the story and take a set of information and turn that into a 5 page or however long depiction of someone's life.
There's definitely a certain element of pressure, but it's quite thrilling and humbling at the same time. I'm very excited/eager to see what the end product looks like.
Well I'm not [psychotic] and this isn't [daytime television].
I've already gotten so much out of the experience and I'm still knee deep in it. I like to think of myself as a fairly non-addictive personality - I don't even have the energy to play dress up for the Twilight midnight opening night, and I LOVE the series - but I am OBSESSED with this whole process.
Everything from the research, to the actual interview itself, to the combing through the recording [play.stop.rewind. repeat. repeat. repeat. play], to the first draft, to the complete overhaul I did this afternoon, and the critiques and edits, all of it. There's so much that goes in to writing a piece like this. Yes, in a sense you're still writing it for yourself and a particular audience [and in my case a professor standing in the way of an actual audience], but it's also about the subject. I'm doing a profile on an actual person, not an ambiguous object or a lofty idea/theory, and you want to be able to do that person justice; to really tell their story in a way that represents them honestly. There are so many positions and angles that you can take on a project like this, it's up to the writer to find a theme in the story and take a set of information and turn that into a 5 page or however long depiction of someone's life.
There's definitely a certain element of pressure, but it's quite thrilling and humbling at the same time. I'm very excited/eager to see what the end product looks like.
Day 31 & 1/3
Dear Editors of People StyleWatch:
For the last six months (maybe longer) your magazine, which I insist on subscribing to as my own cheaper version of a look book, has been mediocre at best. This month however, the content was stellar.
Why are you doing this to me?!
As soon as I vow to increase my self awareness by going on an extended shopping hiatus, you hit me with this unsolicited melarky; plenty of diverse selection, varying costs, and a combination of simplistic styles and bright colors.
I am outraged.
Although you should know, as my monthly "freebie" I will be purchasing one of your recommendated (or sponsored) items; one of the 37 items I angrily marked..
Carry on and try not to let this happen again until at least May.
Respectfully Yours,
Elle
For the last six months (maybe longer) your magazine, which I insist on subscribing to as my own cheaper version of a look book, has been mediocre at best. This month however, the content was stellar.
Why are you doing this to me?!
As soon as I vow to increase my self awareness by going on an extended shopping hiatus, you hit me with this unsolicited melarky; plenty of diverse selection, varying costs, and a combination of simplistic styles and bright colors.
I am outraged.
Although you should know, as my monthly "freebie" I will be purchasing one of your recommendated (or sponsored) items; one of the 37 items I angrily marked..
Carry on and try not to let this happen again until at least May.
Respectfully Yours,
Elle
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Call Me, Bob
The prevailing theme that I ascribe to as of late is the idea that "even Mother Theresa had haters;" a quote I discovered in an unlikely location - the pages of Women's Health.
The exact quote [in case you didn't click on the link] goes like this:
I look to WH for many things, but life philosophy isn't generally one of them. So imagine my pleasant surprise one evening flipping through the October (?) issue and coming across this gem of advice. In fact, this might be one of the most intuitive thoughts-to-print I've even come across. It seems like this is one of those common sensical positions that is put into words in such an ironic way that you can't help but read it twice - which I did, and then I read it an extra time for good measure [and tweeted it, plus made it my facebook status]. Overkill perhaps, but sharing is caring.
I'm sure you've already realized that people spend a more than necessary amount of time obsessing over social relations, or their lack thereof. Even if you are someone who is generally liked, it is still plausible for there to be people who don't choose to jump on the bandwagon; and you just have to deal with it. You, however, do not have to talk, text, tweet, blog about it. People either will or won't like you either way.
Now some people may have an urge to argue with this logic - but it's really sound intelligence. Clearly, in some cases you may influence the regards that people have toward you; but on most occasions, personal feelings aside, there is inexplicably and absolutely nothing in your arsenal of control to remedy ill will faced in your directions.
Remember, "Even Mother Teresa had haters!" and she is possibly a saint..and be comforted by that notion.
The exact quote [in case you didn't click on the link] goes like this:
Being Disliked
"Instead of worrying about whether so-and-so likes you, ask yourself whether you like so-and-so. Hey, even Mother Teresa had haters."I look to WH for many things, but life philosophy isn't generally one of them. So imagine my pleasant surprise one evening flipping through the October (?) issue and coming across this gem of advice. In fact, this might be one of the most intuitive thoughts-to-print I've even come across. It seems like this is one of those common sensical positions that is put into words in such an ironic way that you can't help but read it twice - which I did, and then I read it an extra time for good measure [and tweeted it, plus made it my facebook status]. Overkill perhaps, but sharing is caring.
I'm sure you've already realized that people spend a more than necessary amount of time obsessing over social relations, or their lack thereof. Even if you are someone who is generally liked, it is still plausible for there to be people who don't choose to jump on the bandwagon; and you just have to deal with it. You, however, do not have to talk, text, tweet, blog about it. People either will or won't like you either way.
Now some people may have an urge to argue with this logic - but it's really sound intelligence. Clearly, in some cases you may influence the regards that people have toward you; but on most occasions, personal feelings aside, there is inexplicably and absolutely nothing in your arsenal of control to remedy ill will faced in your directions.
Remember, "Even Mother Teresa had haters!" and she is possibly a saint..and be comforted by that notion.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Regrets?
The problem with being too comfortable, the way I see it, is that you makes you weak. Let me clarify that by saying that it makes your weak with fear. Sometimes being comfortable is a great thing. Being comfortable with your friends and in relationships, keeps you safe; it allows you to have healthy alliances and life experiences not coupled with constant discussions of "trust". On the other hand, sometimes it leaves you vulnerable; it makes you forget your dreams and keeps you in a state of "what if's" and "what should have been". Life is full of moments that you either take advantage of, or they just pass you by. Being too comfortable can be a hindrance. It can keep you from going after what's important in exchange for being safe. But that the thing, is being safe always the best option?
You decide.
You decide.
"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!"
Day numero dos for snowsaster 2011, if your are in the Chicago-land area (Chicago/Northwest Indiana) then you are aware #Chicagoisscrewed. Record amounts of snow were dumped in our front lawn (and everywhere else) in the last 36 hours. If you tried to shovel yesterday - good for you. In my opinion, not the smartest use of your time. I suffered from not-so-smart syndrome for approx. 30 min before I gave up in the realization that "O crap, it's still snowing" and all my hard work was covered over in the next few minutes. However, before coming back inside to thaw out - I made snow angels.
Today, however, is a new day and the snow has stopped. If you are (un)lucky enough to have another day off you have no excuse to sit on your bum and be unproductive. Most importantly, if you are not bored of being "snowed in" by now - you have other issues [which I am not qualified to talk you through]. Consider this a catch up day. Get a head start on weekend chores: laundry, homework, the Netflix sitting on your desk for the past week.. [or whatever else you do with your weekends..maybe a bottle of cheap vino awaits you]. Or perhaps you've been putting off an activity that needs your attention (i.e. fixing something). Yesterday. it was perfectly acceptable to thrash any ideas of being productive in the intended sense of the word - a snow day is after all a fluke of nature, literally - but today, let's be real it's kind of like a gift and you know what "they" say, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I'm not entirely sure what that means because a horse has never come bearing a present for me, but it's mostly just an expression, right?
Today, however, is a new day and the snow has stopped. If you are (un)lucky enough to have another day off you have no excuse to sit on your bum and be unproductive. Most importantly, if you are not bored of being "snowed in" by now - you have other issues [which I am not qualified to talk you through]. Consider this a catch up day. Get a head start on weekend chores: laundry, homework, the Netflix sitting on your desk for the past week.. [or whatever else you do with your weekends..maybe a bottle of cheap vino awaits you]. Or perhaps you've been putting off an activity that needs your attention (i.e. fixing something). Yesterday. it was perfectly acceptable to thrash any ideas of being productive in the intended sense of the word - a snow day is after all a fluke of nature, literally - but today, let's be real it's kind of like a gift and you know what "they" say, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I'm not entirely sure what that means because a horse has never come bearing a present for me, but it's mostly just an expression, right?
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Optional
For the record:
I plan to include a smattering of all my suggestions into my day tomorrow. Without regard for the safety of others, I found someone ::insert adjective here:: enough to drive me around to pick up the supplies necessary for S'mores. No, not because I couldn't just get in my car and drive myself, but because I was practicing being snow day lazy. Two stores and a stop at Taco Bell later, I am confident that I will survive the current blip on the weather radar.
I plan to include a smattering of all my suggestions into my day tomorrow. Without regard for the safety of others, I found someone ::insert adjective here:: enough to drive me around to pick up the supplies necessary for S'mores. No, not because I couldn't just get in my car and drive myself, but because I was practicing being snow day lazy. Two stores and a stop at Taco Bell later, I am confident that I will survive the current blip on the weather radar.
Snopocalypto Briefing
Snow. Obviously weather related.
If you're lucky enough to find yourself with a snowcation from work/school, you should take advantage of it. I have taken the liberty to compile a list of suggestions for snow day related activities to pass the time until real life resumes.
1. S'mores: No longer just a childhood activity or reserved solely for camping adventures, this yummy masterpiece is great for the indoors; a fireplace or gas stove and you're set.
2. Snow Angels: Only in this weather is it acceptably permitted for you to fall backwards not in the accompaniment of a trust exercise and flail around as if suffering from a seizure. Enjoy.
3. Play Battleship: 2 players, board game not required.
4. Have a snowball fight with unused tissue because it's actually too cold to go outside..or you just don't want to get out of your pjs and layer up.
5. Update all social media status's to indicate you are indeed snowed in (even if it's only a half truth)
6. Spend all day acting like your 5 year old self; watch the Disney channel all day with some sort of cheese snack.
7. Have a twitter conversation with a stranger about the size of your..snowman.
8. First, construct a snowman in perfect view of your front window using vegetables that you dislike for all the features (take a picture for proof)
9. Google yourself..twice.
10. Stream snow related movies for 24 hours straight.
If you're lucky enough to find yourself with a snowcation from work/school, you should take advantage of it. I have taken the liberty to compile a list of suggestions for snow day related activities to pass the time until real life resumes.
1. S'mores: No longer just a childhood activity or reserved solely for camping adventures, this yummy masterpiece is great for the indoors; a fireplace or gas stove and you're set.
2. Snow Angels: Only in this weather is it acceptably permitted for you to fall backwards not in the accompaniment of a trust exercise and flail around as if suffering from a seizure. Enjoy.
3. Play Battleship: 2 players, board game not required.
4. Have a snowball fight with unused tissue because it's actually too cold to go outside..or you just don't want to get out of your pjs and layer up.
5. Update all social media status's to indicate you are indeed snowed in (even if it's only a half truth)
6. Spend all day acting like your 5 year old self; watch the Disney channel all day with some sort of cheese snack.
7. Have a twitter conversation with a stranger about the size of your..snowman.
8. First, construct a snowman in perfect view of your front window using vegetables that you dislike for all the features (take a picture for proof)
9. Google yourself..twice.
10. Stream snow related movies for 24 hours straight.
Whatever you choose to do, please note that it is completely unacceptable to be sick on a snow day. Thank you for taking that into consideration.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Day 15 or as I Prefer 'Quince'
I was at a wedding this weekend and saw the most adorable platform peeptoe pumps with lace detailing. I inquired as to their origin and even googled them to add to my "maybe for this month" purchase list [which is becoming quite lengthy]. Hmm..
Noticeably improved are my gift selections: 2 of which I've been forced to make so far. Although, I am typically a generous giver, the rule is usually one for you and two for me; without the for me part, it just leaves one super sized gift for someone else ::sigh::
Noticeably improved are my gift selections: 2 of which I've been forced to make so far. Although, I am typically a generous giver, the rule is usually one for you and two for me; without the for me part, it just leaves one super sized gift for someone else ::sigh::
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Anthropologically Speaking
Working out it not natural.
I can't imagine that thousands of years ago people worked out at all. I assume that there was something resembling physical competition that perhaps required training to enhance ones' natural skill set, but that the current trend is a severe mutation of the original purpose. Back than, and even up until the invention of mass and/or affordable transit, life was altogether more based in physical activity. People used to walk. EVERYWHERE. Even though horses have in my knowledge base been around as long as people, the general population got around using there own means and fortitude. As technology has led us to more advanced means, the idea of walking has become a novel concept. A tendency to put on weight as a result has increased, and in order to fight against this "working out" has become an instilled technique in society.
That being said, maybe if I walked more instead of relying on my car, I wouldn't have to sweat so much in the company of others aka what a typical hour at the gym boils down to for me.
Oh the good old days..
I can't imagine that thousands of years ago people worked out at all. I assume that there was something resembling physical competition that perhaps required training to enhance ones' natural skill set, but that the current trend is a severe mutation of the original purpose. Back than, and even up until the invention of mass and/or affordable transit, life was altogether more based in physical activity. People used to walk. EVERYWHERE. Even though horses have in my knowledge base been around as long as people, the general population got around using there own means and fortitude. As technology has led us to more advanced means, the idea of walking has become a novel concept. A tendency to put on weight as a result has increased, and in order to fight against this "working out" has become an instilled technique in society.
That being said, maybe if I walked more instead of relying on my car, I wouldn't have to sweat so much in the company of others aka what a typical hour at the gym boils down to for me.
Oh the good old days..
Day 11.4
As a result of my personal shopping ban - I was forced to call my father today at the office to invite him to a book fair where he will subsequently be responsible for my purchases per his acceptance. Luckily, he has decided to pencil me in.
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Day 9 1/2
Since I'm off the shopping, it only seems appropriate to get on the workout wagon. Trading one mild obsession for another is after all the "American" way, right? Just kidding..everyone knows we don't do anything mild.
As a result of this trade-off I'm feeling less euphoric and more like a penguin on breaking ice; wobble wobble.
As a result of this trade-off I'm feeling less euphoric and more like a penguin on breaking ice; wobble wobble.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Day 7
It's been a week since my shopping ban and I'm still going strong. Although, one week doesn't exactly feel like a lifetime, I am beginning to wonder if there are sponsors for these types of journey's. When I say sponsor, what I really mean is like a sponsor that buys you things, like a corporate sponsor.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
"Music Makes Me Lose My Mind"
I'm sure there's vast statistical data and psychological analysis regarding the relationship between mood and music, but I'm not convinced any "number" or "evaluation" can really come close to indicating the role music plays in living. Music is like commercials, pretty hard to avoid - But it's so much more than that.
Sometimes I catch myself humming, randomly [and in inappropriate situations] without even realizing it at first [thus catch..taking no responsibility for the action itself] or dancing to the beat in my head. No, I don't have a condition. I feel it - as I'm sure other people do. Music is an almost inescapable part of us. It's tied to our culture and history; experiences and memories (good and not so much); everyday activities.
The soundtracks of our lives are spotted with melody; Can you hear it?
Sometimes I catch myself humming, randomly [and in inappropriate situations] without even realizing it at first [thus catch..taking no responsibility for the action itself] or dancing to the beat in my head. No, I don't have a condition. I feel it - as I'm sure other people do. Music is an almost inescapable part of us. It's tied to our culture and history; experiences and memories (good and not so much); everyday activities.
The soundtracks of our lives are spotted with melody; Can you hear it?
Monday, January 10, 2011
Sunday, January 9, 2011
New Definition
In order to finish up my illustrious Master's degree, I was forcefully enrolled in the following class: English 541: "History of the English Language." As the word 'forcefully' thus implies, I'm not exactly thrilled. As if my lack of preemptive excitement wasn't enough, I arrived at the first class to discover ::dunt dunt duh:: that is turns out to be a split-grad/undergrad happening. I spent to majority of the evening muttering self loathing comments to myself [OK so maybe I said a few of them outloud..]
Despite my lack of joy, it started getting me thinking about words and their evolution; which is when on stumbled across this tweet:
BreakingNews
And the first thing that came to my mind was "Twilight? Like the book?" It occurred to me that the word "twilight," although referring to sunset, has taken on a whole new meaning. It's unlikely that when people hear this word the phenomenon of the Stephenie Meyer's "The Twilight Saga" [simply referred to as 'Twilight' in most circles, or at least my head] doesn't pop into their conscious mind. As a fan of the series myself, I'm not sure this is such a bad thing, but it might be when it takes away from the severeness of something a bit more in-reality; like the horrible nature of rape. The fact that my first reaction wasn't something more like "I hope he drops the soap..a lot" or "Someone should pull a Lorena Bobbitt on him" [in case you didn't get the pop culture reference, please feel free to brush up] -- may be up for interpretation. In any case, it only furthers the idea that words evolve just like anything else; and 'Twilight' has definitely taken on a new definition.
Despite my lack of joy, it started getting me thinking about words and their evolution; which is when on stumbled across this tweet:
BreakingNews- Police say suspect in 'Twilight Rapist' cases arrested in South Texas - AP http://bit.ly/gouyiE
And the first thing that came to my mind was "Twilight? Like the book?" It occurred to me that the word "twilight," although referring to sunset, has taken on a whole new meaning. It's unlikely that when people hear this word the phenomenon of the Stephenie Meyer's "The Twilight Saga" [simply referred to as 'Twilight' in most circles, or at least my head] doesn't pop into their conscious mind. As a fan of the series myself, I'm not sure this is such a bad thing, but it might be when it takes away from the severeness of something a bit more in-reality; like the horrible nature of rape. The fact that my first reaction wasn't something more like "I hope he drops the soap..a lot" or "Someone should pull a Lorena Bobbitt on him" [in case you didn't get the pop culture reference, please feel free to brush up] -- may be up for interpretation. In any case, it only furthers the idea that words evolve just like anything else; and 'Twilight' has definitely taken on a new definition.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Performance Art
Every time I heard the phrase "I ::insert life changing moment:: and I've never looked back" [well at least a fair majority] in a film, I've thought to myself, that sounds like bull shenanigans. Is it even possible to not EVER think about your past? I think not.
Despite my conflict of interest, I would like to be one of those people that says something to the same regards when my dreams are realized. Yes, indeed -- I'd like to have a moment straight out of the movies.
Despite my conflict of interest, I would like to be one of those people that says something to the same regards when my dreams are realized. Yes, indeed -- I'd like to have a moment straight out of the movies.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Interpersonal Communication
Just in case anyone is unaware, we are currently in a recession. Yes, I know - startling information.
What does this mean?
Well, in my cognitive opinion, it means that customer service providers need to step up there game. As an avid and over productive shopper, I am appalled at the lack of courteous employees at stores these days. With companies calling it quits right and left, it would seem only appropriate that staff members with any regard for their current status of "employed," would try to, I don't know, be nice to customers. In my recent escapade of continuous shopping adventures, aimed at tiding my over for the next 5 months [see Mission: Sacrifice], I have come across more than several for lack of a nicer word, RUDE, sales persons.
Just a suggestion, with the purse strings of America [the United States of] being tightened -- a decrease in alienating the consumer may be in order.
Thank You,
Unsatisfied Shopper
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Annex
I may have forgotten to mention that sacrifice in relation to material goods also teaches traditional values such as discipline and living within one's means and so on and so forth..
Carry on.
Carry on.
Without Values, What's Left?
The New Year brings a ridiculously natural amount of discussion regarding change.
"This year I'm finally going to lose that 15 pounds I've had on since freshmen year of college 7 years ago.."
"This year I'm finally going to get a new fabulous j-o-b where I get to wear hot little work numbers and come home with free swag."
"This year I'm finally going to put myself out there [without putting out to soon] and meet the man of my wholesome dreams!"
I'm pretty sure the top resolutions deal with weight loss, career change, and relationships..so we are going to assume that i'm correctomundo. It seems logical.
I wonder how many people actually have the stick-to-it-ness to make those changes happen? I'm sure the odds aren't on the side of the masses..or there would probably be a new name for resolutions like umm yea umm "all in a day's work plans"..[give me a break, it's hard to be witty on a moment't notice, not to slow down the momentum].
I would have to argue that in order to actually make your "dreams" come true, it requires a certain amount of sacrifice- and since I am quite sure that 2011 is my year of successfull dream acquisition - my first sacrifical decree is the giving up of shopping for a period of approximately 5 months. Yes, shopping ::hold for gasps:: I happen to love shopping with a passion that I hold only for obsessions and addictive behavior. See my love of shopping stems from a childhood of being un-coordinated and I would consider it a coping mechanism. Even now after many successful year of dressing myself in outfits that most definitely match, I still consider fashion to be somewhat of an Achilles' heal for me - a constant point of contension for my inner-self.
I hope to accomplish two things with this particular decision:
1) A boost of my self-confidence: Repeat to self "You don't need new clothes to look good, you have more than enough - look at your closet, it now wraps halfway around the room!"
2) A boost in my savings account: Let's face it, we're in a recession and my shopping addiction adds up..
Plus, imagine the time I can save. It's like a free bonus!
Of course, there are rules --
1) Shopping for other people (i.e. birthdays, anniversaries, etc.) completely acceptable [best done online to avoid actual contact with the other merchandise - sites that offer free shipping preferable]
2) Shopping for food and other household necessities (i.e. hygenic) ALWAYS allowed [a sacrifice should never result in odor ::crosses fingers::]
3) This shopping hiatus will run from January 10, 2011 - May 4, 2011 [roughly the length of my Spring semester..although finals are the next week, so don't expect a mad rush to the mall..]
4) One "pass" a month [one item..I imagine a corkboard of all the choices being compiled in the corner of my room]
5) If someone else buys it without my knowledge and/or money..doesn't count [kind of like a "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" scenario]
I predict a severe increase in contest/giveaway/sweepstakes entries over the next 5 months. Feel free to leave a comment re: best ones to enter!
However, for the next week..let's just say it's a good thing I paid off all my credit cards.
Good Tidings!
"This year I'm finally going to lose that 15 pounds I've had on since freshmen year of college 7 years ago.."
"This year I'm finally going to get a new fabulous j-o-b where I get to wear hot little work numbers and come home with free swag."
"This year I'm finally going to put myself out there [without putting out to soon] and meet the man of my wholesome dreams!"
I'm pretty sure the top resolutions deal with weight loss, career change, and relationships..so we are going to assume that i'm correctomundo. It seems logical.
I wonder how many people actually have the stick-to-it-ness to make those changes happen? I'm sure the odds aren't on the side of the masses..or there would probably be a new name for resolutions like umm yea umm "all in a day's work plans"..[give me a break, it's hard to be witty on a moment't notice, not to slow down the momentum].
I would have to argue that in order to actually make your "dreams" come true, it requires a certain amount of sacrifice- and since I am quite sure that 2011 is my year of successfull dream acquisition - my first sacrifical decree is the giving up of shopping for a period of approximately 5 months. Yes, shopping ::hold for gasps:: I happen to love shopping with a passion that I hold only for obsessions and addictive behavior. See my love of shopping stems from a childhood of being un-coordinated and I would consider it a coping mechanism. Even now after many successful year of dressing myself in outfits that most definitely match, I still consider fashion to be somewhat of an Achilles' heal for me - a constant point of contension for my inner-self.
I hope to accomplish two things with this particular decision:
1) A boost of my self-confidence: Repeat to self "You don't need new clothes to look good, you have more than enough - look at your closet, it now wraps halfway around the room!"
2) A boost in my savings account: Let's face it, we're in a recession and my shopping addiction adds up..
Plus, imagine the time I can save. It's like a free bonus!
Of course, there are rules --
1) Shopping for other people (i.e. birthdays, anniversaries, etc.) completely acceptable [best done online to avoid actual contact with the other merchandise - sites that offer free shipping preferable]
2) Shopping for food and other household necessities (i.e. hygenic) ALWAYS allowed [a sacrifice should never result in odor ::crosses fingers::]
3) This shopping hiatus will run from January 10, 2011 - May 4, 2011 [roughly the length of my Spring semester..although finals are the next week, so don't expect a mad rush to the mall..]
4) One "pass" a month [one item..I imagine a corkboard of all the choices being compiled in the corner of my room]
5) If someone else buys it without my knowledge and/or money..doesn't count [kind of like a "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" scenario]
I predict a severe increase in contest/giveaway/sweepstakes entries over the next 5 months. Feel free to leave a comment re: best ones to enter!
However, for the next week..let's just say it's a good thing I paid off all my credit cards.
Good Tidings!
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Pocket-Sized Dreams Expand
With 2010 coming to an end, I suppose 'contemplation' is an overused concept this time of the year. So many questions rolling around the portion of the brain that thrives on existentialism.
In an attempt to be more of a functioning 25 year-old and all around more successful, I have decided to indulge in my own sort of social experiment/conditioning. Yes, this is probably just a fancy way of saying "I'm totally going to rock my New Year's resolutions this year" [complete with pom poms]. Umm yea..
Publicly successful people often perpetuate the myth that anyone can accomplish their dreams if they try hard enough, I don't believe that. Some things are just unrealistic [thus a myth]. No your child is not going to be the President of the United States [well, most likely not] no matter how many times he/she watches that one movie where the average Joe makes it to the White House, not everyone can function on 4 hours of sleep like Martha Stewart and Madonna even with mass quantities of Starbucks [even though it contains higher amounts of caffeine than other brands..and tastes yummy!], and some personalities are not meant to be in customer service..
Instead of spending the next week, 'contemplating' how this year was everything my little big heart could desire or dwelling over the inevitable shortfalls, it's time to come up with a plan of attack because after all as the wise Leonard Berstein [successful man] said "“To achieve great things, two things are needed; a plan, and not quite enough time.” [and since I happen to believe in sleeping at least 7 hours a night, the second seems apparent]
The "plan" still needs some tweeking, so stay tuned - it's going to be epic.
In an attempt to be more of a functioning 25 year-old and all around more successful, I have decided to indulge in my own sort of social experiment/conditioning. Yes, this is probably just a fancy way of saying "I'm totally going to rock my New Year's resolutions this year" [complete with pom poms]. Umm yea..
Publicly successful people often perpetuate the myth that anyone can accomplish their dreams if they try hard enough, I don't believe that. Some things are just unrealistic [thus a myth]. No your child is not going to be the President of the United States [well, most likely not] no matter how many times he/she watches that one movie where the average Joe makes it to the White House, not everyone can function on 4 hours of sleep like Martha Stewart and Madonna even with mass quantities of Starbucks [even though it contains higher amounts of caffeine than other brands..and tastes yummy!], and some personalities are not meant to be in customer service..
Instead of spending the next week, 'contemplating' how this year was everything my little big heart could desire or dwelling over the inevitable shortfalls, it's time to come up with a plan of attack because after all as the wise Leonard Berstein [successful man] said "“To achieve great things, two things are needed; a plan, and not quite enough time.” [and since I happen to believe in sleeping at least 7 hours a night, the second seems apparent]
The "plan" still needs some tweeking, so stay tuned - it's going to be epic.
Friday, December 10, 2010
BFF
"You ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you, how many moments of other peoples lives have we been in, we're we a part of someone's life when their dreams came true, or were we there when their dreams died. Did we keep trying to get in, as if we were somehow destined to be there, or did the shot take us by surprise. Just think, you could be a big part of someone else's life, and not even know it."
What if these people in your photographs aren't strangers? Imagine instead they are people from your past. When you look at those pictures do you ever feel a tinge of emotion? A modicrum of pain?
Historically, people lived in the same community most of their lives - I suppose this is still true in many countries, but the expanded mobility of people is most obvious in contemporary society. We no longer live in the same area for are entire life, or even an expanded period of time once we reach adulthood. According to the U.S. Census Bureau it is "estimated that a person in the United States can expect to move 11.7 times in their lifetime." What effect does this have on relationships?
Social media tools such as Facebook, Twitter, and Skype allow communication to be more convenient - but of the massive amount of people that you interact with on a social level throughout your life is this enough to keep those ties intact? Even with the ease of communication abilities, busy lifestyles limit the number of people you can effectively remain "close" with - and this doesn't account for the other reasons people grow apart.
Thus the term "friends forever" seems to be duplicitous in nature - but you know what they say "tricks are for kids."
What if these people in your photographs aren't strangers? Imagine instead they are people from your past. When you look at those pictures do you ever feel a tinge of emotion? A modicrum of pain?
Historically, people lived in the same community most of their lives - I suppose this is still true in many countries, but the expanded mobility of people is most obvious in contemporary society. We no longer live in the same area for are entire life, or even an expanded period of time once we reach adulthood. According to the U.S. Census Bureau it is "estimated that a person in the United States can expect to move 11.7 times in their lifetime." What effect does this have on relationships?
Social media tools such as Facebook, Twitter, and Skype allow communication to be more convenient - but of the massive amount of people that you interact with on a social level throughout your life is this enough to keep those ties intact? Even with the ease of communication abilities, busy lifestyles limit the number of people you can effectively remain "close" with - and this doesn't account for the other reasons people grow apart.
Thus the term "friends forever" seems to be duplicitous in nature - but you know what they say "tricks are for kids."
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Pink
I've been refreshing my blogger for the past 5 minutes trying to load the stats for my blog (i.e. views, blah, blah, etc.) and it occured to me that maybe this is a response to my lack of recent posts. Perhaps, blogger has set consequences for being too lazy to blog? Or I guess this could just mean the server is running amuck? Although, if the first is the reason, I would be forced to retort that lazy I have not been. Swamped might be a better term - to swamped to be creative enough to be witty..or bitter.
A year ago some poor smuck in the admissions office had the poor luck to receive my application to grad school - inspiring essay, great work experience, awesome extracurricular undergrad activites..not so hot g.p.a. is putting it mildly yet this unlucky himshe stamped yes on the front of the folder 'ACCEPTED' and then I imagine cringed. I picture himshe holding that folder in their hands and repreating the phrase "holy shit, holy shit - please don't let this girl fuck this up".
Well it's been a year and that himshe deserves a raise.
A year ago some poor smuck in the admissions office had the poor luck to receive my application to grad school - inspiring essay, great work experience, awesome extracurricular undergrad activites..not so hot g.p.a. is putting it mildly yet this unlucky himshe stamped yes on the front of the folder 'ACCEPTED' and then I imagine cringed. I picture himshe holding that folder in their hands and repreating the phrase "holy shit, holy shit - please don't let this girl fuck this up".
Well it's been a year and that himshe deserves a raise.
Friday, December 3, 2010
13 Stars
Sooooo ::rolls eyes up to the left:: It's been a while ::insert creepy smile complete with eyebrow lifts::
I've been off experiencing what is commonly known as "writers block" dunt dunt du ::gasp:: being inaccessible in the blogosphere [but still tweeting my random thoughts in smaller doses - follow me @ellaBronx..] this phenomenom has made me think - what would a missing poster on the side of a milk carton look like for someone missing in cyberspace?
Missing!
Psuedo name: Ellesperling
Height: Her profile picture is pretty small so possibly a midget sized torso
Weight: If the camera adds 10 pounds, possibly slender
Hair Color: Dark Brown - unless she dyes it, then possibly any color
Defining Features: Based on her blog -snarkey attitude, chronic sarcasm, regular gasping, AND eternal sunshine ("glow")
Last Seen: Never
Last Wearing: Uknown
Reward: Not Offered
If found, please return to http://www.elle-sperling.blogspot.com/
Enticing, I'm sure.
I've been off experiencing what is commonly known as "writers block" dunt dunt du ::gasp:: being inaccessible in the blogosphere [but still tweeting my random thoughts in smaller doses - follow me @ellaBronx..] this phenomenom has made me think - what would a missing poster on the side of a milk carton look like for someone missing in cyberspace?
Missing!
Psuedo name: Ellesperling
Height: Her profile picture is pretty small so possibly a midget sized torso
Weight: If the camera adds 10 pounds, possibly slender
Hair Color: Dark Brown - unless she dyes it, then possibly any color
Defining Features: Based on her blog -snarkey attitude, chronic sarcasm, regular gasping, AND eternal sunshine ("glow")
Last Seen: Never
Last Wearing: Uknown
Reward: Not Offered
If found, please return to http://www.elle-sperling.blogspot.com/
Enticing, I'm sure.
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