bah...

I just got my first christmas present from a planner I work for - it is shitty red candles surrounded in fake pine and holly branches coated in glittery plastic that is supposed to look like snow or ice or some shit. (That's right - I said shit twice, that's how bad.) I wish I hadn't already bought a grab-bag gift for the office party because I would have loved to wrap this puppy back up for some other sucker. A puppy. THAT would have been a good gift.

Hi Josh

Josh linked me - so I thought I'd stop and say hello.

hello.

I ran the 1/2 Marathon - 2 hours and 7 minutes, what? Very exciting. My original goal was to run it right around 2 hours, then -like everything I attempt- I pretty much dropped my rigid training program after 2 weeks. It took me an hour and 45 minutes to run 10 miles the week before the race. That seems ridiculously long, but most of that time was spent rolling my ankle (twice) and limping home bloodily after a fairly nasty fall on the trails. I ran 3 miles the week of the race in 30 minutes which is nothing to brag about. I was planning on running 5 or 6, but my shins had a terrible uprising and I succumed to ice. Long story short(er) my sister and I ran it together and kicked butt. We walked through every water stop which didn't really hurt our time all that much, and accidentally ran one mile under 8:30. The crowds were blasting "We Will Rock You" and the theme from Rocky, how could we not? Post race: my right foot is fairly messed up, and my weird occasional limpy walking is now making my back and hips sore. I'm going to the doctor tonight, Mom.

The week before the marathon my sweet ass free Intrepid started to overheat and was deemed "unsafe for highway driving" forcing me to invest in a new automobile. I went to Cupples Cars in the beautiful Lakes Region of New Hampshire (www.cupplescars.com, 1-800-Cupples) and came home in a kickass 2004 Jetta wagon. It's pretty much new (under 25k miles) and awesome.

I'm working diligently on getting work in New Hampshire by the 1st of the year - (which is only 33 days from now, consider the fire lit under my tuchas).

I got to see Josh and Dominique not once, but TWICE this weekend, that was great. And, if you know me well - you'll know that last Thanksgiving was perhaps the worst holiday in holiday history for my family (which, if you knew the comparison, is sadly impressive) but this year - holy crap! So. Much. Fun. It was just me, my parents and my sister (her husband just started working at a gym, so who gets to work the day after Thanksgiving? The new guy.) My mom made yummy paella and apple pie. No turkey here. We played Scrabble and Scene It late into the rainy night with Sangria and mulled wine a-plenty.

HeadOn - Apply Directly to the Forehead

I have had a headache for the past 2 days and it is making me pretty pessimistic:

-I don't want it to be sunny, it hurts my head.
-I don't want to get out of bed: walking, talking, opening my eyes all hurt my head too.
-I found myself angry that there was no traffic this morning, because that meant that there were people taking a 4-day weekend for Columbus Day. I left late but got to work on time, but extra bitter.

Blah - I'm taking more IBUprofen now, but I think my body is immune to it's effects.

Nacho Space

"LNC Policy Violation

Access Denied and Logged
Access to the requested website has been denied by Information Security. This site is categorized as a prohibited site - defined by LNC's Security Policy. For questions please contact the Information Security contact listed below"

Bah - the company I work for has clearly caught on to my many hours a day wasting time and resources on the internet and has blocked MySpace and Facebook from me on the same day! Back to Blogger I go...

Below and within.

I like activities. Who doesn't? I enjoy clubs, outings, groups... Basically getting out of my house with others is something I rarely turn down. However, I am never the person to plan such activities. I like pre-existing engagements that I can RSVP to. I don't call people to see if they want to go, I certainly don't plan months ahead of time to reserve space, or organize a team, or hire a DJ. I attend and if necessary, I pay. That's it, that's my effort. Usually -that is all the effort that is needed. "We'd love it if you showed up!" Consider it done. My job is being an assistant. In my free time, if anything - I want people to assist me.

Now - the trouble comes with my friends. I'm friends with the go-getters, the planners, the above-and-beyonders. From the outside this seems good. One would think that I could just be lead blindly to social gatherings by those in charge and do what I do best: participate. Nope. When you are friends with the organizer you are inevitably given a job - some sort of menial task that your "friend" doesn't feel comfortable asking anyone else to do. Usually the request is given under some sort of false pretence that you are "the only one I can trust with this" or "I've seen what you can do, you'll be great!" (The go-getters are always sickeningly encouraging.) This translates to, "I'm really trying to make some new friends here, and if I ask them to write down their own names and addresses, they'll obviously hate me forever. Here's a pen."

Aside from the additional work that has now tainted this purely social, formerly fun activity, the Friend of the Organizer also has more responsibility than any other attendee. By signing up for softball I committed to the same amount of games that everyone else did, under the assumption that if I were hypothetically extremely hungover and unable to walk, stuck in traffic, or plain old not in the mood to show up that it would be ok to not show up. Wrong! Other people can do that. The average attendee of a weekly outing to a local watering hole can just not show up unannounced and be welcomed back the next week without 35 "Why aren't you here? Who can I ask to watch the table when we all go out for a cigarette?" phone calls. The Friend of the Organizer must be present at all instances of said organized event regardless of other - even pre-established - commitments.

Well I quit. I'm done being a founding member, a team manager, or any other pretend title giving the illusion of power. I'm going to stick with activities that I enjoy without any strings attached. The people at the gym never ask me to help pick up towels with them. The bartender never has me get my own ice. People are dependent on me all day at work, so from now on after 5 and on weekends, I am going to be completely dependent on others, or independent with no responsibilities but my own. If that bothers you, you should probably find some more responsible friends, and actually - I wish you would so that I'm not the only one.

Takin' what they're givin'

A woman at my office quit last week. I am now doing much of her job on top of my whole job. It sucks. I can't get to NH fast enough. This work load was dropped on me as a surprise on Friday, hence I have been MIA on the internet. I have to work for one more financial planner now (bringing the grand total up to 7). I didn't mind sitting down with the woman who left (who is awesome by the by) and the new-to-me planner and sorting through open cases. I didn't mind getting a list in my inbox on Monday morning of new-to-me clients and their status with their insurance and accounts, etc. I do greatly mind the two manila folders bursting at the seams of filing that she just "didn't get to" dating back to mid 2004. Super.

The worst part is that she left her employers in a lurch because she didn't like the way she was treated. Instead of them bucking up and figuring out how to process business themselves (as MANY planners here do) and/or learning a lesson they turned around and dumped all of her shit onto other assistants. I'm one of 3 people who is now doing a job.3(repeating). One poor other woman was only doing marketing materials part-time for planners and started 2 months ago. She has NO idea what's going on, but that doesn't concern the "higher ups" at all. Of course not - it is cheaper to have present employees do more work (and not get paid more, mind you) than to hire a new person. The planners I have been working for actually pay less for me now that I've been roped in to help this new guy. It's absolutely terrible, but it makes complete monetary sense, which means this is how it will stay until soemone else (me) leaves.

My only hope is that this will all pay off around Christmas time when I'll get presents from 7 men that I know make good money, hopefully some sort of bonus, and some peace and quiet when they're off galavanting in their Time Shares/vacation homes.

-Other news -

Running is going well, went 6 miles on Sunday. It was much more tolerable than I expected, but my iPod keeps slipping out of my holder thing, which was just annoying, and will get more annoying as the runs get longer.

I'll be running a 5k race this sunday in celebration of it being Half Way to St. Patty's Day, sponsored by an Irish Pub in Manchester, NH.

I left my cell phone AND my lunch at home today, and got stuck in traffic behind a four-car pile up on the way to work. Weather said it was going to be cloudy and 72, it is definitley rainy and 60-ish now. LIARS. Boo X 3.

The supermarkets have huge crates full of pumpkins, candy corn is everywhere and the leaves are changing. Yay X 3.

A.L.I.T.

Ouch, my shin splints of indoor track fame are back. Boo! I did squeeze two workouts a little close together (I ran at 7 last night, and then again at 6 this morning) which is probably the biggest issue. I have weight training scheduled for today and then REST tomorrow. This is all very doable... I just have to not lose my interest (again, culinary school?).

I have my training plan posted up in my cubicle at work, and I've been crossing off my workouts in pinky-purple marker. If that doesn't keep me excited, I don't know what will. I'm hoping that people will start asking me about it. No takers yet... I'll try printing it out in a bigger font next time.

Work was hellish yesterday. So terrible that my amazingly cordial, nice, friendly, bend-over-backwards-for-anyone co-assistant, Sheryl snapped, "Aww... Shit runs downhill!" after hanging up on our boss. Eep... :/

All is well now and we're back in the swing of things.

TGTIF.

Give my kids ghetto names like Little Mookie, Big Al, Lorraine (I wish)

I'm back...

I lose interest in the blogging so quickly! Lately whenever I've come across ideas to write about, it's sort of like the kid drowning in the pool... unhappy and mostly bitter. That's not what I want to go back and read about when I'm skimming my archives, so I have just stopped all together. But for now I'm back.

I've just commited to running the Philadelphia Half Marathon with my sister in November. That gives me 11 weeks to get into 13 mile running shape. I'll try to keep This is me updated with that adventure.

Also, within the next 6 months I'll be moving to and getting a new job in New Hampshire. I am very much looking forward to it, but financially I can't do it yet. Goal: early 2007.

I wish I were in school. I found myself looking online for various continuing education, hobby, and even masters programs today. The Back to School vibe is so strong! I wish I had a need for a new pencil case and a Five Star notebook. I'm thinking of getting my MBA eventually. I could do it in NH, but it will be $300 cheaper per course if I wait until they consider me a "resident" (which is another year, at that point I'll certainly have lost my motivation to learn - proof: ask me how I'm doing in culinary school.)

Maybe I will excercise my mind by chipping away at the constantly growing "To Do:" list on my desk.

Your mom says hi.

This girl has no sense of humor.

See you at Harbor Park for Josh's last Tuesday, bitches!

the world is shrinking

Evidence:

1. Dicta's dad works in the building next to my office building. He used to work with my next door neighbor.

2. This guy/burn victim from the Counting Crows concert in Dominique's blog was at Harbor Park last night.

3. I was looking for Anna Farris pictures online and the Google pictures search came up with http://dakoulkid.livejournal.com/ which is by a guy who maybe went to UNH with me, but his brother definitely did and worked with my boyfriend. Of all the Anna Faris fansites, I picked his to steal from.

4. I work with Sue, her daughter works with one of my college roommates at a different college. They're the only two people in their recruiting region.

I'm hoping that I run into some celebrities soon, or all of my degrees of seperation will have gone to waste.

Her mouth is ALWAYS open!

Anna Faris is featured on the last page of Self magazine this month (or last month... my magazines tend to pile up.) The interview makes her seem like a normal/ok person, but I don't think I could be her friend. She gasps a lot.

In the interview she talks about how comedy is a great way for women to express themselves without being sexual. I'm not sure that she's seen any of the movies that she has been in.

She's married to some actor, but I didn't recognize his name. But, I didn't really recognize Anna's name without the picture either.

Posting this led me to a much more interesting entry (see above.) erm, but the better one was not really cohesive without this lame attempt at flauting celebrity in front of dicta's face.

Don't fear the reaper...

Bring on some more cowbell! I know of 3 people who died within the past week, so I'm pretty sure that I'm in the clear. And so are you!

All of them were equally as distant to me, and barely acquaintances which is why I'm not so much distraught as relieved. Why 3 is the magic number, I don't know - but I'll take it. Mostly because it makes me feel better.

In celebration of my life and those of my dear friends, I will be at O'Porto's in Hartford for happy hour and then probably a mandatory irresponsible Thursday trip to Margaritas.

Plagiarism

Honestly - I usually prefer others' ideas over my own:

Public Service Announcement - seriously.

This is why you don't scream while playing in a pool. It's like crying "wolf." This poor kid yelled for help while DROWNING in a park pool because the neighbors who heard his cries decided that loud yelling from the pool area was , "such a common occurrence during the summer, they say, that they don't bother calling the police." His body was found at 4pm the next day in the pool.

The kids who live across the street from me scream and screech so much from their pool. It's absolutely terrible. How do I know when they're unattended? How can I tell the difference between a crazy game of Marco Polo and holy crap, bobby just hit his head on the diving board? When I was little, Dad you can probably attest to this, I was a pretty quiet one. And I remember that both of the pools I swam in (the Rossettos and the Holtes for those of you keeping track) definitely had 'no yelling' rules.

Ah - I don't know why this bothers me so much... But he was 12!

W.I.I.F.T.B.

I love team.

Summer

This World Cup business has got me thinking.

I need goals.

It being Hangover Wednesday and all, I think I will start with one about Haahhhbah Pahhk (which I apparently wish was located in Southie somewhere...)

I will have a shot of Jager with Boomer and/or Gay Raul by the end of the summer.

Mark my words.

Next week is the 4th of July, I'll be out of town and the Pahhk will be crazy anyways, but I'll start working on it in 2 weeks. It will give me time to plot.

Perhaps a DBP will be convincing. They usually are.

I would also like to swing dance with that old guy - but I think his aged (although incredibly cute - both of them!) wife could take me, easily. She has a cane.

I've invented something awesome

...at least I think I made it up. The name is original at least:

The Double-Butt Punch

It involves me punching everyone on my softball team in the butt, one cheek at a time - alternating cheeks (a left, right, left, right if you will... and I know you will)

They love it! Julie is the only other person who doles out the DBP, but everyone's gotten at least one. Some people prefer the open palmed ass-slap. To each his own.

The best Double But Punches, to date, took place at the Pig's Eye Pub on Friday night, when people were playing pool. I did it to everyone, and one of the Matts on our team brought his lame-ass girlfriend. She was the only one who didn't appreciate the punches. She was standing in a circle of people I knew... therefor either a. asking for it, or b. I was sure that she would have felt left out had I not attempted. She turned around instantly and said (quite seriously and a little scarily) I don't even KNOW you. Which is barely true, because I met her before at that very same bar a week before. I won't ever touch her again - and she will be sorry.

Stick-to-it-iveness

Connecticut is full of so much awesome.

Walter Perlotto, age 26:

Did he go to medical school? I doubt it.

Does he have a valid driver's licence? Maybe.

Is he a creepy guy who listens intently to police scanners all day? Yessir.

Does he want to save lives? Hell yes.

"A police representative said that Perlotto pretended to be an EMT and actually treated at least one patient."-NBC30

The scariest part of the story is that Wally apparently got to the scene of the 911 calls before the actual ambulances arrived.

Ah... a modern day superhero, charged with criminal impersonation and reckless endangerment.

Quite satisfactory.

My most recent favorite thing:

Waking up in the middle of the night to a tugging of covers and realizing that the tugger is a kitty who has decided to snuggle up for the evening.

this is Sam:

My other cat's name is Blackie (she is black....). She comes from a long line of Blackies, meaning that my grandmother got a lot of black cats in succession and gave them all the same name. She also had 3 or 4 dogs named Duke.

Mom always said...

Well - if you can't say something that's not bitter, then don't say anything at all. That's where I've been, East Bitterton. But now I'm back - and hopefully not too sarcasticly. Sandy, who I work with, has started a rather impressive powerpoint presentation about our office which has renewed my interest in Adventures With Abe, also - I'm on a softball team... so there' s shit to write about right there.

Maybe a list of injuries: one badly bruised (and no longer bleeding, thank heavens) finger.

Creativity is back, but there are no guarantees that it will stick around (also, if it rains for 2 weeks straight again, I may slip into a gloom-induced coma.)

I heart The Office

these are AWESOME

Whats worse than a liquorice cookie?

A ginger cookie?

maybe...

how about these?

The last line is the kicker.

Truth Tuesday*

Public Service Announcement:

... and now I'm done being bitter.

* All I stole from dicta was alliteration.

You had a bad day - The camera don't lie

stacheTASTIC!: "maybe this kid would be less annoying if he had a mustache "

oh I wish...

I can't wait for "Where Are they Now: Misguided Fools on American Idol"

Best blog ever

A quote from Grey's Anatomy writer, Krista Vernoff on the show's blog:

"WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT KEVIN COVAIS’ SPEECH IMPEDIMENT?
Seriously, how are you supposed to have a professional singing career when you
sound like this: “You should have told me yourthelf, that you loved thomeone
elth, insthead I heard it through the grapevine…”??? He is sweet kid –
even a talented singer, but seriously! Maybe I’ll write to Simon
Cowell and call him some names…"

It had to be said. Although, I've never heard of you before today, Krista, you're my newest best friend. (Which is good because I've been looking to replace this girl for a while now.) Most of the comments to that post (which included many more items that just Kev, mostly GA related...) agreed with her observation, unlike this one:

"Isn't it amazing that Kevin is trying to go BEYOND his speech impediment, and not let it keep him from singing? Let's try to give a 16-year old kid a bit of a pat on the back, shall we?
Posted by: Hazel March 03, 2006 at 07:56 AM "

No, Hazel, let's not. Maybe he could also go BEYOND his weird facial features and become a model. I'm not going to be the next American Idol because I'm not a good singer, this I know - I think all of this "follow your dreams" crap in America is ruining us. I'm going to start a "Realize Your Shortcomings" Public Service Announcement Campaign, who's with me?

ps. sorry for the blog within a blog within a blog...

pps. I've never seen Grey's Anatomy, I found this on the Best Week Ever Blog, entitled "Kevin Covais: Me Talk Pretty One Day."

And the award goes to...

The award for worst attempt at a pick up line in Hartford Connecticut goes to David at the Half Door last night, for saying this all in one breath:

"Hi, are you drinking water? My name is David."

And he gets an honorable mention for creepiness by offering up (in response to "Hi, um yes? I'm Laura.") again with one breath:

"Oh and I'm definitely too old for you. How old are you, how old do you think I am?"
"umm... 31?"
"Wow. Wow." as he walked away.

Lock up your daughters - David's on the loose!

Remember the Hunting Scene in The Wedding Crashers?

Cheney Accidentally Shoots Fellow Hunter Dick Cheney : People.com

Put on your cut offs!!

Arrested Development:

4 back to back episodes, including the (series?) finale will air this friday
at 8 on FOX. The title of the finale episode is "Development Arrested."

... as told to me by Sean as told to him by Tom.

Frey admits fictions, Oprah apologizes - Yahoo! News

Frey admits fictions, Oprah apologizes - Yahoo! News:

"'All the way through the book I altered details about every one of the
characters,' Frey said, to disguise true identities."

Wow.

I'd been following this story fairly closely. Granted I didn't go to the Smoking Gun website, but I had faith in Frey. Why? Because I believe in Oprah. Why? Oh my God... I don't know!! What is it about that woman that absorbs my trust like a sponge?

Here's what made me chuckle aloud while reading this article (aka a list of the funny parts so you don't have to read it):

Frey: "This hasn't been a great day for me..."
Ha! Ya think?

Frey: "I feel like I came here and I have been honest with you. I have, you know, essentially admitted to ..."
"Lying," Winfrey interrupted.
OH SNAP!

He spent two hours in jail, not 87 days, and the account of his breaking up with a woman who later committed suicide happened in a much shorter period of time, with their separation occurring while he was taking care of personal business in North Carolina, not while he was in jail, he said.
2 ≠ 87, however depending on which parts of North Carolina you're in...

Asked if The Smoking Gun Web site, which first questioned the book, had accurately characterized the discrepancies, Frey said "I think most of what they wrote was pretty accurate," adding they did "a good job."
One must give credit when credit is due.

Winfrey asked if that was to make a better book or to make him a better person.
"Probably both," he answered.
At this point, honesty is probably the best policy.

Withdrawl

I've decided to stop drinking soda from Monday - Friday. I thnk it's a good habit to get into. I drink the most soda at work, either a 20oz. bottle or a can (or two...) My parents don't drink it (and I'm super awesome and live with them) so we don't usually have any in the house.

I figure it's just empty calories, FAR too much sugar, and not really great for my teeth or skin.

But honestly, it's KILLING me. I'm tired, hungry (just for a sweet snack) and plain old cranky. It's been 2.5 days. Thank goodness I refuse to give up the crack, that might turn me into a real mess.

That's how easy love can be!

Today's date is one - two three!

... so OBVIOUSLY I've been humming Jackson5 all day.

Is it the best day of the year or the worst? I'll know in a few hours. At least I have a radio in my car now - to drown out the Tito in my head.

Success!

We love weddings!

Positive Feedback

I just received an e-mail from eBay in celebration of a seller leaving positive feedback about me. Two weeks ago I purchased a Nintendo DS (I'm addicted to the Sims. I'm not proud, I'm not cool, but it's true.) I paid instantly, left him good feeback, blah blah blah...

Then today, I got the e-mail that said to check my profile for my new feedback. And it's official:

"Great Costumer!!!"

Not only good for my eBay reputation, but also my nighttime masquerades!

Zack Attack!!

Mark-Paul Gosselaar & Wife Expecting



Does anyone know who his wife, Lisa, played on Saved By the Bell?

www.wwzmd.com

I don't.

I have a wedding to go to this weekend.

It is on Saturday night in some sort of reception-weddingy place.

I have NO CLUE what to wear.

Time is short.

This is what I bought last night (well as close as google images could get):

this dress...

with this shrug-type thing over it

At least I was shopping with a friend- yes I've got those - and she seemed to think it was ok. But still, any more imput would be appreciated. The dress ends a little past my knees.

Habitat for "Humanity" and other time wasters...

Shatner Sells Kidney Stone for Charity

"This takes organ donors to a new height, to a new low, maybe." - William Shatner

Sure, it's a little late...

In the year 2006 I resolve to: Fill my house with chocolate pudding. Get your resolution here

I'll certainly be adding throughout the day. Also -speaking of late- I just got my pictures back from Christmas (and Halloween) so some gems will be added ASPA.

You Are Ashlee Simpson!

Stylish, unique, talentedYou're your own woman!"It seems like I can finally rest my head on something realI like the way that feels"

Who's Your Inner Rock Chick?

(I'm most curious about dicta's)

And last but not least...

... a random fact about Vin Diesel

Keep clicking 'Refresh.' This is why the internet exists.

To whom it may concern:

Dear Bank of America,

As you may know, you've been on my shit list for a while now. Many East Coast bank tellers have confused Washington State and Washington DC (even with a Seattle address...) turning my quick trips to the bank into a completely wasted lunch hour. The ATM in Medfield, MA is not to be trusted when making deposits, as it "misplaced" smuggs' pay check. This forced us to go inside and talk to the teller who looks like a rabbit with bad highlights (another strike against you BoA, I'm afraid.) I had to get my pictures taken twice when I opened my checking, savings, and credit card accounts. Upon receiving my cards, I noticed that neither my ATM card nor my credit card had pictures on them, and my name was spelled incorrectly.

Finally, last week I made an online transfer from my (new Connecticut) Checking to my (new Connecticut) Savings account. The transfer went through immediately once- great. When I checked my account statement the next day, I learned that the transfer was repeated. Not once (ehh okay, I can move the money back) but twice (OVERDRAFT). Then, since you all are on top of your game, the last transfer was moved back into my checking account. For a small fee, of course (wtf!). Ten dollars later, my money was safe and sound in balanced accounts.

This letter is to thank you for giving me back my ten dollars after I convinced you of how ridiculous this fee was in the first place. If I can move money back and forth in seconds (which I hesitate to do now...) then you, the experts, can certainly do it with your hands behind your backs. Is that worth $10? I doubt it.

Anyway, thanks for the credit to my account. I guess I'll put up with a few more years of your crap until I change banks. I leave you with a few thoughts -

- Please explain fees when you take money out of my accounts, "monthly processing" is not a good excuse in my book.
- It may be beneficial to provide your tellers with a map of most of the major US cities (or a list of the states).
- Try to downplay the impression that you are a national bank when, in fact, each state's records are seperate, and the accounts cannot be accessed in the same way when you are not at home. ("Bank of America" is a bit misleading)
- What kind of paperwork does a rabbit need to provide to get a job in retail banking?

I realize this may be too much to ask, but I thought I'd try.

Thanks for giving me my $10 back,
-Laura

hmm....

Does anyone else think Scott Peterson is cute?
Am I a weirdo for asking?
Feedback would be much obliged.

Thanks D$

Oh just when I was getting bored and was about to start being productive:

These are all the states I've been to. (I drove across the country...) I can't remember if I've been to South Dakota or not. My memory's not that great, SD, don't be offended.


create your own personalized map of the USA

meme

Well - it seems that I have SO much time on my hands, that I'll start another blog. Yeah, that seems like a good use of my/my company's time. What better way to start than from Dominique's "meme" tag. (Which apparently means I have to write three things about me- secrety things from what I gather).

1. I still (have always) sleep with a stuffed animal. I find it comforting. I have a couple big teddy bears from Sean. I have had a panda named Panda, and a dog named Molly since I was very young. There's no rhyme or reason to the rotation. When I make my bed (which is not often) I tuck them in like they're still sleeping.

2. I love face wash, and face masks, and creams. Love them. I could spend hours in CVS or Walgreens picking out the right kind. I have definitely spent more money on my face than on any other part of my body (my sneaker budget is a close second). I haven't gotten into any of the expensive or department store brands yet. Although, I realize that it is inevitable.

3. I am the girl that cried "appendicitis." Whenever I have any stomach pain or discomfort, I always think it is appendicitis. I have never told a doctor this. When I was little I'd tell my mom, but she would always say I didn't have the right symptoms. I still think of it first and go to WebMD to check up on where my appendix is. Before the internet, I would look it up in the big set of World Book Encyclopedias we had in our living room. I blame every 80's and early 90's sitcom that had a main character get an apendectimy. (Side note: said episode of Boy Meets World was really weird, Corey thought he died I think, very "It's a Wonderful Life") Someday, People, I will have appendicitis. You'll all think it is indigestion, but I will know (because I'm an expert and I'll have to be rushed to the hospital and then after my surgery, I'll eat icecream with loved ones. Wait that's tonsillitis...