So I'm a huge dork. The dream is for someday to get the boyfriend to dress up as Clark Kent and I can go as Lois Lane for Halloween. I am freaking into the comic book movies (Avengers this summer, I just might die) and comic book lore in general (except for Batman, but that's a story for another blog.) I can't remember what the context was, but there's a time when Superman mentions that he would rather be in Philadelphia.
Right this second, I absolutely understand what The Man of Steel meant. With the way that things are right now, at this exactly time and place, I would rather be in Philadelphia. Now, granted, part of that is because currently my bestie and one of his best friends (who is also a great dude) are making the rib rub that they first created when I visited the City of Brotherly Love a few years ago. Man, that summer was ridiculous. That trip to Philly was so important and memorable for a lot of reasons, but mainly, I think it was because for the first time in my life, I felt like a 20-something (which I had just become.) I felt like someone who was in college and supposed to make a few bad decisions and do shit just because it seemed like fun. We had burgers and ribs, drank in the backyard, played wiffle ball and just LAUGHED. A lot. If I could go back to that trip, I would. So fast.
I'm frustrated at this time and place. Work is fine. The cherubs are their usual selves (with the usual exceptions) and so are the co-workers. I am lucky to have some good friends here, especially because about 6 months ago, this was a completely new place where the closest friend I had was 30 minutes away. Yet in spite of all that, there are other people who are not close enough. I miss my roommate from college like you wouldn't believe. She's my voice of reason and pretty much the better half of me. At times and places like this one, I really need her in the same place... Or at least the same time zone.
OK. Pity party over. Conferences are next week and their are grades to finish and post before noon tomorrow. I did this crazy thing this morning where I got up SUPER early and went to school at like, 6:30. I was crazy stupid productive! Maybe we'll try it again tomorrow? Our girls science club meets tomorrow and the theme is CSI! Woot! Breeding future Abbys and Sara Sidles! No... Not Sara. Katherine was WAY more of a bad ass.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Being a Junkie
So I have a confession: I am a junkie. A reality TV junkie, that is.
I eat it up. I will give most reality shows a try at least once to see if I like them (the only exception being all of the 'Housewives' shows. I just can't bring myself to do it...) and generally end up hooked. Now I don't stay super glued to them for every single painful season (with a few notable exceptions) but will stay mildly obsessed for a while.
Top Chef ended last night, and thankfully it was a good finale! Both chefs did very well in the end (usually there's some sort of break-down-freak-out) and even though I was pulling for Sarah, I wasn't angry that Paul won. In the first episode in Vancouver, he and two of the other female finalists had to get their ingredients out of blocks of ice. He was clearly at an advantage over the two women, but he didn't start his dish until he was sure the girls had the ingredients they needed because he wanted it to be about the food, not the insanity of the challenge. What a guy! Congrats, Paul. A much-deserved win.
Tonight is Project Runway: All Stars. Now before I get into all that, let me just say that all-star seasons are a bitch. First of all, you've already seen these people compete once. There, you either fell in love with or completely loathed them, and now you have to see them AGAIN. It's either complete rejoicing as the asshole you hated the first time around gets kicked off a second time or watching favorite be robbed, round 2. Ugh. Anyway, tonight's PR should be good. There's light up outfits!
School was fine today. I have a fun errand to run on my way down to Northfield tomorrow to see the boyfriend, so that will be great. A phone call with a friend just now (plus the evening of shopping for lab supplies and dinner with him and another co-worker) reminded me that I am lucky to be surrounded with good people. Count your blessings, guys. I learned recently that not everybody is as nice as you'd like them to be.
I eat it up. I will give most reality shows a try at least once to see if I like them (the only exception being all of the 'Housewives' shows. I just can't bring myself to do it...) and generally end up hooked. Now I don't stay super glued to them for every single painful season (with a few notable exceptions) but will stay mildly obsessed for a while.
Top Chef ended last night, and thankfully it was a good finale! Both chefs did very well in the end (usually there's some sort of break-down-freak-out) and even though I was pulling for Sarah, I wasn't angry that Paul won. In the first episode in Vancouver, he and two of the other female finalists had to get their ingredients out of blocks of ice. He was clearly at an advantage over the two women, but he didn't start his dish until he was sure the girls had the ingredients they needed because he wanted it to be about the food, not the insanity of the challenge. What a guy! Congrats, Paul. A much-deserved win.
Tonight is Project Runway: All Stars. Now before I get into all that, let me just say that all-star seasons are a bitch. First of all, you've already seen these people compete once. There, you either fell in love with or completely loathed them, and now you have to see them AGAIN. It's either complete rejoicing as the asshole you hated the first time around gets kicked off a second time or watching favorite be robbed, round 2. Ugh. Anyway, tonight's PR should be good. There's light up outfits!
School was fine today. I have a fun errand to run on my way down to Northfield tomorrow to see the boyfriend, so that will be great. A phone call with a friend just now (plus the evening of shopping for lab supplies and dinner with him and another co-worker) reminded me that I am lucky to be surrounded with good people. Count your blessings, guys. I learned recently that not everybody is as nice as you'd like them to be.
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