Pennslyvania in the Winter

I always forget that I hate winter. And winter forgets it hates me. I swear I can hear it shudder and groan when I step outside. I almost don't hear it because I am too busy squawking out my disapproval of how cold it is. It's one of those things that never stops surprising me. I think about winter in the summertime and it makes me laugh. How silly that such a cold season could exist. In the heat of July it's hard to believe that such a month as January could really ever greet us. It won't stop snowing. It's been snowing since last Thursday nonstop. At some points it has been flurries, yes, but it still hasn't stopped. I know this is nothing compared to the way New England must feel. But hey, don't they get snow in like May? They' re used to this.

I tried to find a way to love you, winter. I even went sledding. But the ice chunks that flew into my eyes the whole way down made it harder for me to stay positive. I don't think I like being cold and wet- there's just no way around it.

Does anyone really like winter though? I have never heard anyone say, boy I just love wintertime. Sure it's pretty. But if that's all you like about it you can google image wintertime and be just as happy. Just sayin.

Shopping adventures

I have always wanted a particular style of moccosin like shoes that are broth comfortable yet business casual. I finally found said shoes but alas they were $4.99 with a hole in the front. Alhough they were not beyond what I am willing to fix.. It did go beyond what I am willing to pay for and fix. So I bargained with the cashier and she had a word with her manager and .... Rightly so.... I got the shoes for just $1.00. I am the only one I know who would be so excited about such a bargain.

This also reminded me of the time I bargained my way down at the Florence leather market from 200 euros to 60. Huge. Needless to say the man pretty much hated me by the end of
that bargain because I was quite literally taking this money from his very own pocket. The woman from the shoe
phenomonon rang me up with a smile because we both knew the
money was coming out of the pocket of some wealhy chain store owner. God bless
Corporate america. They don't try to convince me that I'm getting a good deal when I'm not.... they apolzogize and knock off 5 bucks.

And that is how it's done

How to kick over a snowman

So this is the new year? Well I have no resolution.

Hello 2010.

I think I have one New Year's Resolution. And that is to write on my blog every single day. Yes, I know only my immediate family members really read it at this point and I am okay with that. And besides... has anyone really ever started a blog...for other people? Post Secret claims to have done this and for a very noble cause I might add...(suicide prevention). But otherwise a blog is really for you, right?

I realized the other day that I used to journal every single night before bed and then I suddenly stopped. I always used to do it because I hoped that my children one day would read it and feel like they could relate to some strange part of growing up that me, in my adulthood, would have long forgotten about. I realized that it was more fun for me to journal to other people- recalling that I would have fun writing my friends and family long letters. I think that blogging can be a nice updated, public, form of what I once enjoyed.

I watched Julie and Julia last night and I liked the idea of coming up with some sort of blogging commitment... but what would it be? I can't do cooking because it has been done. It has been suggested that I start a "Poop Secrets" blog. But I would need to get people to send it in. So on that note... If you have a hilarious/humiliating poop story... please submit it to ekz5000@psu.edu!! Also know you are forfeiting any rights to the presentation of your poop secret... but not your identity. Ready..GO.

Tune in tomorrow for a video demonstration of "How to Knock over a Snowman"- a video never before seen by the public.

Happy 2010.

The Next Journey

I have never been anything other than a student. So I don't really know what I am going to do when I don't get ahead by studying every night. How does one become successful at a career? Or at life? I have never really had to worry about it until now.

I guess the first step would be to buy a good pair of business casual shoes. I'd like to say that shoes are the cause of, and solution to, all of my life's problems. And just as with life, it's hard to pick the problems (shoes that look good but hurt your feet) from the solutions (shoes that look good and are comfortable) sometimes.

But yeah shoes are the way to go.

I am really nervous excited to start my internship. What if I am really bad at what I've devoted the last 3.5 years of school to be able to do? What if I don't really want to help anyone or do anything creative after all.. what if I am just lazy by nature and I don't know it yet. Well I could go on like this for a while but I don't think I will.

I guess all I can do is baaaLEEEVVVV! I think I can only go up from here.

WorldVille

Hurrroooh my fine anonymous viewers (if you're out there, repreSENT!)

It is finals week, and pure magic. For I have one final and I would hardly even categorize it as such. It's gonna be so easy I am basically giving the teacher a final. And it's one he is bound to fail!!! But anyone that's how CRazY I am gonna pass this test. It's gonna be like failing the teacher.

Um so I'm addicted to games that end in 'ville' on facbeook. I used to be like..ohhhh that person.. always sendin me requests. Always sendin me radishes... Always sendin me mafia war threats requests... NOW I AM THAT PERSON. okay not quite- I do not bother those who choose not to partake in said ville games. But I do send quite a few requests to those who dooooo.

Anyway so these two facts coupled together leads me to an exciting new world of entertainment. Letting my real fish die as I feed my animated ones on fishville. Making new animated animal friends on PetVille instead of talking to my real animal friends (what you dont have animal friends?) and letting my farm die as I harvest more animated crops on FarmVille... just kidding I don't have a farm! That would be ridiculous!!!

And suddenly I wished we had a facebook game called worldville where I could get a little animated dude to go do all my real life things for me so I would never have to leave my seat and grow increasingly more obese as my farmville fish were adequately fed and radishes properly grown... yes life would be wonderVille

question

is everyone getting married or something? stop being engaged on facebook its freaking me out.

I want to be an old woman

Lets be honest here, I kind of already am. Sometimes when I think about going to bed early i get so excited I feel like I could die right then and there.

The most fun I have on a Friday is reading by myself with a hot drink and when people call me to go out and drink all night my lips almost utter "darn whippersnappers.."

And I carry around a 20 foot long photo shoot of my grandchildren in my wallet. Well I will anyway. Sometimes I just like sitting quietly alone, pondering life.

I find myself while doing typical young person activities thinking "I am too old for this." Sometimes when I am about do a craft I am so excited I could pee my pants. You know, considering I am 21 none of this really makes sense. So I think at least when I am an old woman my personality can finally be in context. Really it's a just a matter of my body catching up to my soul. Just call me Benjamin Button.

Reeeemiiiixxxxxxxx!

Today while I was watching "So you think you can DANCE?" I was havin a good time. A wonderful christmas time without the christmas. And I was watching these dancers and envying their thighs and back muscles (yeah i don know). Then Sean Paul comes out to do some jama jammin and his dancers are hysterical. I tried to take them seriously. But they were dancing like robots. And then I thought, lets take this a step further. If they were robots, what kind of robots would they be? Human robots? SURELY NOT.

Chicken robots.

So I started picturing them in chicken suits doing the same moves and found myself forgetting how to breathe because I was laughing too hard to remember. And then I seemed to forget how to sit as well for I fell onto the floor. Before I knew it I was flipping the channel giving everything a new chicken suit remix. I have decided one thing. EVERYTHING is hilarious if it is dressed in a chicken suit. And yes, I am taking this theory so far that I am willing to apply it to inanimate objects as well.



So when you come to my blog.. dont think i need to be doin all the work bein the goof ball here. Slap a chicken suit on this bad boy. instant funny.

New Adeventure

I have decided to embark upon the wonderful world of being an entrepreneur. A businesswoman. I have decided that maybe I should try to make money from all the random things I make all day long. I found a quaint little site dedicated to buying and selling handmade products in an attempt to create a world wide movement. Well. I certainly hope if I were to be part of a movement it would be this one. Yes I like the sound of that. Changing the world, one tailored garment, one painted picture frame, one constructed bracelet at a time.



Here's hoping this isn't just one of those things I get really excited about in the beginning stages and swear by the success it will bring me (cough blogging cough). Okay so blogging wasn't unsuccessful. I just ignore it for long periods of time. I think my problem must be that I am far too unwilling to bear my soul to the internet. I enjoy reading the blogs of those who do.. but in the past when I have tried this it has brought a feeling similar to standing naked on a four lane highway. And god. We can't be funny all the time can we? (Maybe we can.)