Friday, September 18, 2009
fridays are a wonderful invention
let me tell you something- it was intensely gratifying to wake up this morning and hit the "alarm off" button. and i did that because today is friday, the greatest day of the week besides saturday. it has earned this title because friday comes with the knowledge that no, i do not have to wake up early tomorrow morning. yes, i can go to bed two hours later tonight because i stayed up watching a "say yes to the dress" marathon (which i plan on doing, by the way). and, of course, no, i do not have to do my homework tonight, or tomorrow night either. i can save it all for sunday night (which i also plan on doing). this, my friends, is the glory of friday. yes, i had to do homework last night, and wake up early this morning, and have to go to school today, but it is all with the knowledge that the beauty that is the weekend has begun. and that knowledge is most definitely better than what i will be feeling on sunday night- crap, my weekend is over. but not for another two and a half days.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
one can find bitchiness in alliteration.
photo albums on facebook that are titled things such as "pearls, parties, and pumps!" "martinis, mozzarella, and mondays" are, i think, almost a 100% guarantee for bitchiness. however, where this bitchiness comes from is not necessarily clear. bear with me.
most obviously, said bitches can be found within the facebook album itself, participating in the matchy-matchy mayhem that is most of american suburbia. everything about the entire thing is asking for attention. it appears as though they are hoping to prove that they are better than the rest of us. they are primped. they are pretty. they are party people but they are polite. they are the image of perfection and we commoners will forever be living in their well-toned shadows. but this desperate cry for scrutiny leads me to wonder if these women are actually as content with their lives as they seem in photo. if this cookie-cutter lifestyle was as shiny as their whitened teeth, then why should it need to be broadcasted to the general facebook population? it appears as though these ladies are searching for some kind of validation for their housewife lives. then again, it can go beyond the housewife citizens of facebook. the perps can be found in the form of college or high school girls living the diluted version. with more eyeliner and less baby formula, more natty ice and less chardonnay, more frat boys and less wall street hubbies. nevertheless, coordinating argyle sweaters to complement the vibrant shades of the fruity cocktails delicately placed in their manicured hands, complete with giant rocks on at least one- if not several- fingers, can be a definite stamp of potential bitchdom. that is, if we're judging a book by its cover. which we of course are because that is what facebook is for.
which leads me to the next possible bitch offender: the witness. as the viewer of these albums, harsh judgment is constantly passed, i am victim of it myself, clearly. i mock the drinks and the outfits and the entire lifestyle in general. but who am i to scorn? i am not very different. i'm choosing to look at what has been posted. i'm posting my own photos, stati, and quirky descriptions. i'm just as equally asking for attention as these women are. but because their lifestyle so drastically differs from mine and is published on my homepage, i hate on it.
granted, i am babbling because i am procrastinating. i might be back later to continue with this thought or to hate on men. especially ones who break up with their girlfriends on facebook. but i deleted him anyway.
most obviously, said bitches can be found within the facebook album itself, participating in the matchy-matchy mayhem that is most of american suburbia. everything about the entire thing is asking for attention. it appears as though they are hoping to prove that they are better than the rest of us. they are primped. they are pretty. they are party people but they are polite. they are the image of perfection and we commoners will forever be living in their well-toned shadows. but this desperate cry for scrutiny leads me to wonder if these women are actually as content with their lives as they seem in photo. if this cookie-cutter lifestyle was as shiny as their whitened teeth, then why should it need to be broadcasted to the general facebook population? it appears as though these ladies are searching for some kind of validation for their housewife lives. then again, it can go beyond the housewife citizens of facebook. the perps can be found in the form of college or high school girls living the diluted version. with more eyeliner and less baby formula, more natty ice and less chardonnay, more frat boys and less wall street hubbies. nevertheless, coordinating argyle sweaters to complement the vibrant shades of the fruity cocktails delicately placed in their manicured hands, complete with giant rocks on at least one- if not several- fingers, can be a definite stamp of potential bitchdom. that is, if we're judging a book by its cover. which we of course are because that is what facebook is for.
which leads me to the next possible bitch offender: the witness. as the viewer of these albums, harsh judgment is constantly passed, i am victim of it myself, clearly. i mock the drinks and the outfits and the entire lifestyle in general. but who am i to scorn? i am not very different. i'm choosing to look at what has been posted. i'm posting my own photos, stati, and quirky descriptions. i'm just as equally asking for attention as these women are. but because their lifestyle so drastically differs from mine and is published on my homepage, i hate on it.
granted, i am babbling because i am procrastinating. i might be back later to continue with this thought or to hate on men. especially ones who break up with their girlfriends on facebook. but i deleted him anyway.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
practice is a bitch... sometimes
today i swam 8200 yards... roughly. and add to that about a mile of running and i did about six miles worth of activity. so one would assume i'm about dead right? wrong. i feel rather accomplished. like i actually have a meaning in life! well, not to swim 8200 yards, but something other than sit around all day blogging. oh wait...
as well as practicing in the pool, my team also practices in the wee hours of the morning twice a week. the hours aren't that wee, six to seven, but still. i have to get up at 5:15. and i actually don't mind. even if my butt is still aching from the running and weights we did on wednesday. because i don't feel like i'm wasting an hour of sleep for an hour of practice that won't affect my performance in the slightest. i feel like i'm doing something good for myself.
but still. my butt is really sore.
as well as practicing in the pool, my team also practices in the wee hours of the morning twice a week. the hours aren't that wee, six to seven, but still. i have to get up at 5:15. and i actually don't mind. even if my butt is still aching from the running and weights we did on wednesday. because i don't feel like i'm wasting an hour of sleep for an hour of practice that won't affect my performance in the slightest. i feel like i'm doing something good for myself.
but still. my butt is really sore.
Monday, September 7, 2009
In which I tell you why Isabelle is a bitch.
First of all, I know, anything with AP in front of it sucks.... But hear me out. Isabella ruled a country, was obviously on the rag when she did that whole inquisition thing, and she sent dudes out where "there be dragons." But she did lay the foundation for a unified Spain, and she did it with a certain amount of style; "austere" and "powerful" are two words historians use to describe her.
I think you might need to find the "angle" for your course. "Great bitches in history" might be a good course to follow...Don't even get me started on how cool Elizabeth I was.
Then typhoid Mary....She was an absolute bitch who refused to stop cooking for wealthy families in NYC even after she was determined to be the cause of the plague....actually went after a public health guy with a cleaver. (got to NPR, how stuff works...)
I think you might need to find the "angle" for your course. "Great bitches in history" might be a good course to follow...Don't even get me started on how cool Elizabeth I was.
Then typhoid Mary....She was an absolute bitch who refused to stop cooking for wealthy families in NYC even after she was determined to be the cause of the plague....actually went after a public health guy with a cleaver. (got to NPR, how stuff works...)
AP euro is a bitch
well. after a mind numbing three hours i have completed my ap european history homework and let me tell you, my mind IS numb. and i still have some questions. like why i have to know these things to get places in life. because isn't that the point of high school? preparing me so i can get somewhere in life? well, frankly, my plans don't include studying IN EXCESSIVE DETAIL about how ferdinand and isabella of spain got rid of all the non-christians. sorry, not my cup of tea.
when it comes to general bitchiness, high school and her classes know how to get things done. that's all i have to say. and honestly, sometimes you can be TOO big of a bitch.
when it comes to general bitchiness, high school and her classes know how to get things done. that's all i have to say. and honestly, sometimes you can be TOO big of a bitch.
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