Three Tell Tale Signs That You Have No Game

     Just some pet peeves I've compiled from my experiences as well as what I've heard from my friends. Think of this as a public service announcement. I can't personally make a convincing sad puppy dog face, so I'm leaving that to this sad dog from one of those tear-jerking ASPCA commercials. Please, I'm begging you, if you do any of these things, stop. Please. In my opinion, you have no game if:

You can't spell: Calling myself part of the grammar police would be an understatement. I'm going to go so far as to call myself a grammar Nazi. I am also fully aware that I'm setting myself up for mass amounts of criticism if I overlook a typo in any of my future posts. However, accidentally typing a word wrong is much different than just not knowing the difference between "there, their, and they're," "you're and your," or just blatantly not knowing how to spell basic words like "embarrass" or my personal favorites "intelligence" and "grammar." Saying to me "your cute" will not make me like you, and I'm sure I'm not the only girl who feels this way.

You are clingy: How would you like it if someone you are merely acquainted with texts you every free chance they get and Facebook ims you every time you're online? I would say it gets old much quicker for me than it does for the average person.

You self-loathe: Nobody is perfect and we all have our insecurities whether we like to admit it or not. I thought it'd be common sense that if you're trying to get someone to like you, you shouldn't draw attention to those insecurities. Everyone always says that confidence is an attractive quality. Everyone always says that for a reason. Of course, don't be a pretentious asshole. But don't act like you hate yourself either. The next time I hear a cute guy say "I'm not that cute," they're getting a well-deserved slap across the face.

(Sorry I've been slacking on updating the blog! Every now and then I think of things to write about, but my schedule turned out to be more demanding than I anticipated so I usually spend my free time being a couch potato. I'm going to try to start posting more, try being the operative word here.)

My Snowday > Your Snowday

     I was able to fulfill my duties as a woman today despite the snow by making key lime cupcakes. I made more than three, these are just the ones I managed to not mess up with the frosting. I can assure you it's a lot harder than it looks on Cupcake Wars.

Someone Take Me To This

WOULD LOVE YOU FOREVER REGARDLESS OF YOUR GENDER OR WHO YOU ARE. PLEASE. CAPS LOCK MEANS I'M EXTRA SERIOUS. For real though, this is going to sell out. Integrity is one of my favorite bands and seeing them would make my life complete.

The Facebook Obsession

     For some reason, I felt like I should have titled this "America's Facebook Obsession" because I always hear people talk about how Americans are so obsessed with technology. Instead, I decided on making it broader and somewhat unoriginal, the title of this post being the title of the CNBC documentary I watched which gave me the idea to write about Facebook. Out of all the shows my lazy ass has been watching the past several weeks or so, I'd have to say this one had the most substance to it.

     Facebook was established in 2003 and today, roughly 1 in 12 people in the world uses it. I can't think of the perfect word to use here, but I'll go with mind-blowing. Mark Zuckerberg, creator of Facebook, virtually has control over how we - meaning everyone in the world that uses Facebook - communicate. We may complain every time Facebook evolves out of nowhere to be "more efficient," but at the end of the day, everybody puts up with it and still continues to use Facebook because we're "obsessed." I do not exclude myself from this.

     Comparing how Facebook worked in the beginning before it was tweaked over and over to get to where it is today is crazy to look back on. The way Facebook is now, it seems like it's hard to keep anything a secret. Sometimes I wonder why people even bother asking me what I'm studying, where I'm going to school, where I'm from, what kind of music I like, etc. when they're friends with me on Facebook. If a stranger fills out every single part of the "About Me" section, I can look at their profile and feel like I know them.

      Don't even get me started on the new Facebook. The "Memory" option displays all of your most popular statuses, new friends, pictures of you tagged, sorted by year. It is completely unnecessary and makes me feel like I'm stalking myself when even just clicking on my own.

     This turned into one of those "technology freaks me out" posts. It is impossible to forget about someone when they're your Facebook friend, even when you don't even talk to or live near that person. High school graduation is supposed to be so emotional and whatnot because you'll never see a lot of those people again, but if I really wanted to see almost any given person I graduated with again, I could make plans through Facebook. I can't tell if this is a good or bad thing.

OMG! First Post Of 2011!

     Don't get too excited, I've got nothin' right now. The picture to the left is a visual representation of what's happening in my mind right now. This is due, in part, to me being on winter break and therefore, my mind is turned off. The fact that I've been doing literally nothing for the past few days is also a large contribution to this. I miss you Filthadelphia.

On an unrelated note, I've been digging this whole album lately. Her voice is so pretty and needs no further explanation.

People From Connecticut

     Whenever I say I'm from Connecticut to people who have never been here before, typical questions that ensue include: "Is everyone there rich?" "Is your mom a soccer mom?" "Are all your high school friends preppy?" and "Do you live in a mansion?" These are all overgeneralized, but at the same time there's truth in a lot of Connecticut stereotypes. People don't just pull these notions out of thin air.
     Being home reminded me of some more stereotypes that it seems like people who aren't from Connecticut aren't really aware of. I think it's safe to say that people who live here either fit into these stereotypes or would find these stereotypes relevant.

• You go to Cape Cod on family vacations every summer: Going up even further North to go to the beach is something I don't think I'll ever understand the reasoning behind. I'm personally not a fan of swimming in ice cold water at the beach. I shouldn't even talk, because I've never even been to Cape Cod. It's supposedly very scenic. 

• You're either obsessed with your religion or you're obsessed with being against religion: This is a new trend I'm noticing in my town in particular. I'm all for people believing in what they want, but if nobody asked you for your religious views, nobody cares what you have to say, so you should just probably keep it to yourself. You would think that this is common sense.

• You suck at driving: Seems to me like people in Philadelphia know how to drive, but drive like garbage because they're in a rush, whereas, people in Connecticut seem to genuinely suck at driving. Too many times I've been stuck behind slow old people, been cut off, or just witnessed people doing stupid things that make it blatantly obvious that they don't really know how to drive/ don't have a lot of experience. Connecticut isn't the only state full of awful drivers, but I feel like Connecticut is home of a special kind of breed of awful drivers.

• You treat your 18 year old kids like they're 11: This probably isn't just a Connecticut thing, just a general trend I've noticed among most my friends' parents. It's really depressing that people are still getting grounded for little things during their winter break.

• Dressing like an androgynous blob is socially acceptable/ cool: My personal favorite. I can't even attempt to classify what is considered trendy at Temple because there are just so many different people. I find myself being inspired by what other girls are wearing or the types of outfits they put together. I am such a girl. Aside from finals, it's rare to see people wearing sweat pants. When I first got back to Connecticut, I went to Panera and literally every girl in there could have been confused for a guy. Call me what you want, but I just can't even wrap my mind around how drowning in sweatpants, a giant hoodie, wearing no makeup, with hair pulled back in a high, unflattering, sloppy ponytail, all at the same time, is socially acceptable or even cool. Taking some pride in your appearance and not dressing like you hate yourself isn't a bad thing in my eyes.

     Of course, I can't speak for all of Connecticut. I've only met a fraction of the 3,518,288 people who live here. These are simply some somewhat biased observations I've made since I've been home. 


(That picture's not mine. Got it from here.)

New Camera And Such

    I try not to make posts on here about myself because frankly, I feel like my own day-to-day life is on the boring side. The highlight of my Friday was getting a big bowl of macaroni and cheese at Panera. I'm home in Connecticut now and since my brain is turned off for winter break, it's hard to come up with ideas to write/rant about.

     Unlike what seems like the majority of my friends on Facebook, I'm actually loving the snow right now. I have nowhere to go and no plans tonight, so it's even more of an excuse to stay at home tonight. Although, my brother, his girlfriend, and I all decided it was imperative that we drive through the blizzard for chicken nuggets at McDonalds. I don't care if they're made out of pink goop, that pink goop makes my taste buds go wyld.

      I kept myself entertained after our chicken nugget feast by taking pictures of various Christmas paraphernalia around my house with my new camera. And my dog, of course. I can't wait to get back to dear old North Philadelphia where there are actual places to go take pictures of, although this camera can make common household items look like works of art. I admittedly don't know much about photography, but I'm ready to change that.

      This camera is actually the fourth one I've gotten for Christmas. The first three had to be returned. The first one came in a damaged box, and the second one was fine, but the battery didn't charge. The third one was fine, and the battery charger worked - until my dog decided to run around on a rampage around my kitchen and her loopy tail got hooked on the charger's wire. My kitchen has a tile floor. My dad was so outraged, he drove through the blizzard tonight to West Hartford to exchange it, yet again. The people working at Best Buy probably know him on a first name basis at this point, and I have perfected packing away the camera and all its parts into their appropriate boxes and packaging. Fingers are crossed that nothing goes wrong with this one!