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Good things come in 3’s… right?

Thanks, Dude.

“Luck affects everything. Let your hook always be cast; in the stream where you least expect it, there will be a fish.” -Ovid (He’s old, don’t worry about it)

In the past 24-hours, three really great things have happened to me. And really great things don’t happen to me.

1) I was rewarded a scholarship that I neither applied for nor was expecting... Honestly didn’t even know about. Since my tuition is already free (HOPE Scholarship in GA= My angel) and all I pay is fees, I’ll be getting PAID about $500/semester to go to school. AND WHO DOESN’T LIKE GETTING PAID TO LEARN AND LIVE COMPLETELY IRRESPONSIBLE LIFESTYLES WHILE HAVING NO CONCEPT OF THE AWFUL THINGS ASSOCIATED WITH GROWING UP AND ENTERING THE REAL WORLD? Not me….

SHOW ME THE MONEY! (Yes, that's me)

2) I rolled some change I’ve been saving (which by the way I would not recommend because it is tedious, gross, and boring. By the end of things my hands smelled strange and were a weird color and I almost had a panic attack thinking about how many different people had touched these coins and how many times I put my hands in how many gross places and how many other hands touched how many other gross places and how many of those coins have been around for how many years and so that is how many gross places and hands and years… you get the picture) to contribute to my trip back to Africa in December. My parent’s are making me pay for this go-round which has meant my life is NO FUN WHATSOEVER, so I’ve been saving saving saving pennies and dollars for about 2 weeks now– I had an even $100 to deposit! And I still have a few left over. SHWING!

3) I received an email from a professor in one of my departments (I’m a double major– maybe part of the reason I got this scholarship?) who I’ve never taken who wants to GIVE me money towards my trip to Africa. WHAT? Now people are just GIVING me money? This is absurd and I have never felt this way and I don’t know what I think about it… Actually I know exactly what I think about it. I LOVE IT!!!

But this made me realize: Isn’t money the root of all evil? But is it when you need it for something good? And is it so bad as long as you’re not doing anything bad to get it? Instead of thinking of this as being obsessed with money (which, OK, I totally am… This is America after all) I am going to think of this as me finally getting rewarded for all my hard work. And that’s good… Right? RIGHT?

That being said… I LOVE MONEY. And I especially love EASY MONEY. But is it easy money if you deserve it? Man oh man these are psychological debates I don’t need to start having before I go to bed. I’m already not sleeping well. Maybe all this CASHMONEY will help me sleep tight…

My Boyfriend on my BED OF MONEY... NOT. I don't even know this guy. And I don't have a boyfriend. And if I did have a boyfriend, he would definitely NOT be a Ginger.

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Insomnia. And by “Insomnia,” I mean “Marry me, Ira Glass.”

I can’t sleep. I HATE not being able to sleep. Plus my skin feels all weird and I don’t know why. I might need to go see a professional.

Me.

I got a Twitter last night. I don’t know if I got the Twitter cause I can’t sleep, or I can’t sleep because I got the Twitter. This bed ain’t big enough for the three of us, so one of us is gonna have to make like a baby and head out. This is becoming a recurring problem more and more as of late, and I’m getting sick of it. I don’t have too many looks to spare, and not sleeping takes all the looks I have to spare and then some. Not to mention I become a complete bitch.

A Showtime Original...Sorta.

To try and rectify this situation, I’ve been watching repeat episodes of the short-lived but brilliant Showtime adaptation of This American Life. Granted, I’ve seen them all and listen to old editions online all the time (I can’t get enough of David Sedaris, and he’s such a freaking hermit he makes it worse) but I always see something new. You know what I saw for the first time this go-round? Prepare to be shocked.

I’M IN LOVE! I’m in love and I don’t care who knows it. Problem is? I’m in love with Ira Glass. Look at him. He’s adorable and perfect and supersmart and has a great little voice and cutie little glasses and hes just a nerdy-nerdy-dweeb-pants (who is more than welcome in my pants). Sure, hes… a little thin and beardless and a Yankee and married to some foreign chick and 29 years older than me and probably not remotely aware that I exist but if he was would most undoubtedly be completely interested… but I’m still in love. I even follow him on Twitter. Which means at least 50% of this relationship is completely committed. I like my odds.

And, if watching him exude the most intellectual handsomeness EVER for both seasons of TAL and hearing his smooth and perfectperfectperfect voice flood your ears over the interwebz radiowaves doesn’t do it for you… This will. Hello, Ira. So glad to have you in my dreams… if I ever fall asleep.

True love waits. Wait for me, Ira!

End note that is completely unrelated to Ira Glass: go ahead and Google Image either “yawn” or “yawning.” You’ll be shocked/horrified/squeal-overloaded once you see how many pictures of yawning babies and cats there are. You’re welcome.

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