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my tuddly nugget

my tuddly nugget

people problems

It’s a cold wednesday afternoon and I’m in between classes. I’m far too lazy to text my entire sorority to find someone to meet me for lunch, so I end up alone in my favorite cafe. It’s always packed at lunch time. I’m switching between my laptop and my sandwich, and have my leg propped up awkwardly on a chair (all about the elevation of the ankle these days). I’m trying to keep myself occupied by doing homework so that I don’t feel so lonely. But the truth is that I don’t feel lonely at all. I LOVE eating lunch alone. Not saying it’s something I would do every day. But tonight at dinner when Christina asks me what the “rose of my day” is, it’s definitely this. 

I LOVE people watching. Granted, it may be a pathetic hobby, and definitely not one that deserves a lot of praise or respect, but I consider it to be one of the most entertaining things ever. To my left, the awkward study/lunch date. Obviously, one of their first times out together, and neither of them has the slightest idea what to say. It’s obvious that both of them feel so uncomfortable eating in front of the other that they are overcompensating chewing each little bite, which is really putting a damper on their awkward silence of a conversation. 

Next to them is a small faculty meeting, some part of the english department. They are openly name dropping students that they dislike as if they’re in a sound proof conference room. I thought everyone learned social etiquette as a kid, that you can’t name drop when other people are around because you never know who will hear it. Good thing I’m not an english major. 

Directly in front of me is a table of obnoxious boys. I know they’re obnoxious because they keep awkwardly staring at me as if they think I will give them attention. Even more so because of the way they were just talking about the “hot pieces of ass at the bar last night”. CLASSY guys. Even in an indie/organic cafe you still find the biggest airhead boys. Not the stereotypical crowd here. 

I honestly could go on psychoanalyzing every person in this room all day, but I know that if I did that, I’d be late for class. My pathetic people-watching does concern me though, as I often wonder if other people do the same hobby. Is the boy at the table next to me looking over and wondering why my leg is propped up, or why I’m avidly typing? Is he judging the fact that I look like I just rolled out of bed? Or laughing inside about how I’m eating alone? Can he see through me that i’m not doing work but in fact writing about him?

I suppose I’ll never know. I also don’t really care. 

Jason Mraz – After an Afternoon

never ceases to amaze me

Injury prone: Interesting?

I’m the most injury prone person I know. I’m that girl that manages to find that little piece of black ice or that drop of water on the kitchen floor and fall and sprain my ankle. I think I’m unconsciously trying to set a new record of UHS and hospital visits without even knowing it. My boyfriend does not approve of my clumsiness. He tells me I need to be more careful, as I’ve injured the same ankle twice in nine days.

So I’m sitting in the waiting room of UHS waiting with all of these influenza inflicted kids wearing blue face masks like there’s some kind of horrible epidemic going around. All I want is a free x ray but with how long I’ve been waiting its almost not worth it. My quest to be more interesting is going extremely poorly so far, as it turns out my first discovered interesting fact is that im the most injury prone person I know. hobby is slipping and injuring myself.

The friends blame it on the heels. I do tend to seek out the highest platforms around and rock them out every weekend. But I love them and get tons of compliments! Until I fall. Then suddenly the heels just sit there staring at me like I offended them by not having the best coordination. It’s the second pair!

But maybe it’s not the heels. I had my first case interview on Saturday (prior to the big fall) and learned that it’s not always the revenues dropping that lower profits, in English that is simply that you can’t always blame the obvious culprit!

So I will blame my little ankles and feet, rather than my beautiful 6 inch pumps. I’m tall and average weight but I have tiny tiny little feet. When I was a baby my mom nearly resorted to doll shoes for me as there was no possible shoe that didn’t slide right off. I have the same problem today a lot of the time, which is why it’s so exciting when I find hot shoes that fit! I’ll start working out or something. Quick fix.

The point to writing this? There is none.

Never Have I Ever

Never have I ever written on this blog.

Never have I ever been dumbfounded. 

Today marks a first and a last in my book of life. The first is the blog writing action. Mark this January 19th 2012 as the first day I will write publicly for a reason other than school. I spend far too much time masking my true feelings behind pictures of fashion, quotes, food, music, photography and other pretty things than just stating how I feel. I truly do love to write though, I always have, and hopefully will actually convince myself to keep doing this (of course without stopping the pictures galore, because I love them). 

Take record that today is also a last, it is a last in dumbfoundedment (new word). I refuse to be at a loss for words ever again. I hate not being able to answer questions, especially when they’re as simple as “what makes you interesting”. It’s the simplest of interview questions, and the easiest part of a resume. But it’s IMPOSSIBLE for me to answer. So this first will aid my journey to follow through with vanishing the idea of being dumbfounded. Sorry. So how will I do this? 

Well planning this life out, as my school wants me to (at least in a career sense) is fine. Of course in planning a lifelong career I must also plan where I want to live, and how I want to live my life. I could tell you to the day when I want to get married and how long from that day it will be until I want to have kids. I know the sequence of dogs I will have for the rest of my life (Tuddles the black miniature poodle will be mine by 2015). I’m still working on where I want to live and what I want to do, but it’s all narrowed down to threes. But in order to fulfill my promise of ending dumbfoundedment I must plan something else: the pause button. Pause the planning and take-off. Literally take-off like fly somewhere and stay for a few months or do something crazy. In chosen career path I have no idea when I’ll have time to do this, but it’s completely essential to my life. I want to wake up, look out the window and see a spanish beach or the alps, or anything really, but I have to do something. 

I need to live in a way where I consider myself to be an interesting person rather than just a sorority girl following the mold. I need hobbies (hi) and things to explore and help me to grow. I need to read more and write more and play more. So from hereon out I vow to be more interesting. I vow it to myself and to all 5 people that follow me on tumblr. I promise to be happy and healthy and hardworking but also to do crazy things that make me unique, to re-discover that sense of me before I can think to recreate it in all of my planning. 

Start Writing! End Dumbfoundedment! You can do it! 

Matt Nathanson – Bare
my tuddly nugget

my tuddly nugget

people problems

It’s a cold wednesday afternoon and I’m in between classes. I’m far too lazy to text my entire sorority to find someone to meet me for lunch, so I end up alone in my favorite cafe. It’s always packed at lunch time. I’m switching between my laptop and my sandwich, and have my leg propped up awkwardly on a chair (all about the elevation of the ankle these days). I’m trying to keep myself occupied by doing homework so that I don’t feel so lonely. But the truth is that I don’t feel lonely at all. I LOVE eating lunch alone. Not saying it’s something I would do every day. But tonight at dinner when Christina asks me what the “rose of my day” is, it’s definitely this. 

I LOVE people watching. Granted, it may be a pathetic hobby, and definitely not one that deserves a lot of praise or respect, but I consider it to be one of the most entertaining things ever. To my left, the awkward study/lunch date. Obviously, one of their first times out together, and neither of them has the slightest idea what to say. It’s obvious that both of them feel so uncomfortable eating in front of the other that they are overcompensating chewing each little bite, which is really putting a damper on their awkward silence of a conversation. 

Next to them is a small faculty meeting, some part of the english department. They are openly name dropping students that they dislike as if they’re in a sound proof conference room. I thought everyone learned social etiquette as a kid, that you can’t name drop when other people are around because you never know who will hear it. Good thing I’m not an english major. 

Directly in front of me is a table of obnoxious boys. I know they’re obnoxious because they keep awkwardly staring at me as if they think I will give them attention. Even more so because of the way they were just talking about the “hot pieces of ass at the bar last night”. CLASSY guys. Even in an indie/organic cafe you still find the biggest airhead boys. Not the stereotypical crowd here. 

I honestly could go on psychoanalyzing every person in this room all day, but I know that if I did that, I’d be late for class. My pathetic people-watching does concern me though, as I often wonder if other people do the same hobby. Is the boy at the table next to me looking over and wondering why my leg is propped up, or why I’m avidly typing? Is he judging the fact that I look like I just rolled out of bed? Or laughing inside about how I’m eating alone? Can he see through me that i’m not doing work but in fact writing about him?

I suppose I’ll never know. I also don’t really care. 

Injury prone: Interesting?

I’m the most injury prone person I know. I’m that girl that manages to find that little piece of black ice or that drop of water on the kitchen floor and fall and sprain my ankle. I think I’m unconsciously trying to set a new record of UHS and hospital visits without even knowing it. My boyfriend does not approve of my clumsiness. He tells me I need to be more careful, as I’ve injured the same ankle twice in nine days.

So I’m sitting in the waiting room of UHS waiting with all of these influenza inflicted kids wearing blue face masks like there’s some kind of horrible epidemic going around. All I want is a free x ray but with how long I’ve been waiting its almost not worth it. My quest to be more interesting is going extremely poorly so far, as it turns out my first discovered interesting fact is that im the most injury prone person I know. hobby is slipping and injuring myself.

The friends blame it on the heels. I do tend to seek out the highest platforms around and rock them out every weekend. But I love them and get tons of compliments! Until I fall. Then suddenly the heels just sit there staring at me like I offended them by not having the best coordination. It’s the second pair!

But maybe it’s not the heels. I had my first case interview on Saturday (prior to the big fall) and learned that it’s not always the revenues dropping that lower profits, in English that is simply that you can’t always blame the obvious culprit!

So I will blame my little ankles and feet, rather than my beautiful 6 inch pumps. I’m tall and average weight but I have tiny tiny little feet. When I was a baby my mom nearly resorted to doll shoes for me as there was no possible shoe that didn’t slide right off. I have the same problem today a lot of the time, which is why it’s so exciting when I find hot shoes that fit! I’ll start working out or something. Quick fix.

The point to writing this? There is none.

Never Have I Ever

Never have I ever written on this blog.

Never have I ever been dumbfounded. 

Today marks a first and a last in my book of life. The first is the blog writing action. Mark this January 19th 2012 as the first day I will write publicly for a reason other than school. I spend far too much time masking my true feelings behind pictures of fashion, quotes, food, music, photography and other pretty things than just stating how I feel. I truly do love to write though, I always have, and hopefully will actually convince myself to keep doing this (of course without stopping the pictures galore, because I love them). 

Take record that today is also a last, it is a last in dumbfoundedment (new word). I refuse to be at a loss for words ever again. I hate not being able to answer questions, especially when they’re as simple as “what makes you interesting”. It’s the simplest of interview questions, and the easiest part of a resume. But it’s IMPOSSIBLE for me to answer. So this first will aid my journey to follow through with vanishing the idea of being dumbfounded. Sorry. So how will I do this? 

Well planning this life out, as my school wants me to (at least in a career sense) is fine. Of course in planning a lifelong career I must also plan where I want to live, and how I want to live my life. I could tell you to the day when I want to get married and how long from that day it will be until I want to have kids. I know the sequence of dogs I will have for the rest of my life (Tuddles the black miniature poodle will be mine by 2015). I’m still working on where I want to live and what I want to do, but it’s all narrowed down to threes. But in order to fulfill my promise of ending dumbfoundedment I must plan something else: the pause button. Pause the planning and take-off. Literally take-off like fly somewhere and stay for a few months or do something crazy. In chosen career path I have no idea when I’ll have time to do this, but it’s completely essential to my life. I want to wake up, look out the window and see a spanish beach or the alps, or anything really, but I have to do something. 

I need to live in a way where I consider myself to be an interesting person rather than just a sorority girl following the mold. I need hobbies (hi) and things to explore and help me to grow. I need to read more and write more and play more. So from hereon out I vow to be more interesting. I vow it to myself and to all 5 people that follow me on tumblr. I promise to be happy and healthy and hardworking but also to do crazy things that make me unique, to re-discover that sense of me before I can think to recreate it in all of my planning. 

Start Writing! End Dumbfoundedment! You can do it! 

people problems
Jason Mraz – After an Afternoon

never ceases to amaze me

Injury prone: Interesting?
Never Have I Ever
Matt Nathanson – Bare

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