The Weather Disappoints Me

You know those songs that come on the radio or your shuffled playlist and you have to dance/sing/turn them up? The Real Slim Shady is one of those songs for me. Among many other Eminem songs. Also, this is the cutest Eminem gif ever:

It’s finally beginning to cool off here in Michigan. My mom and I went to the Renaissance Festival today and it was probably the coldest weather, at about 74 and blustery, we’ve experienced in all the years we’ve gone – although definitely not the shittiest, as we’ve gone during super gloomy and cloudy days.

This weather, however, has me simultaneously sad and excited for end of summer/fall season. Summer seems to have come and gone insanely quickly this year. We didn’t have any chart topping days that I can relish in reminiscing about. It was a pretty lame and rather under the radar kind of season. However, I did get a decent tan regardless of not having spent a massive amount of time outside. I’m actually kinda sad that I haven’t gone swimming since July. But I don’t think I can submerge my head beneath pool water while my nose is still healing.

Speaking of which, I bought a 14k gold hoop for my noise today at RenFest and I’m pretty excited to be able to wear it once I’m all healed up. I also bought these two gorgeous pendants – a sterling silver oyster with a black pearl in it and a sterling silver octopus with a white pearl for a head, both very large pearls – from this guy I got a sweet pirate ship pendant from last year. He gave me a discount as well because he remembered/liked me (and probably also because I was wearing my pirate ship). The only other things I bought were specialty honeys and fancy honey mustard that cleared out my sinuses.

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Indian Summer

Day 28.

Today I’m grateful that it’s November 28th, and it has still yet to snow in the Metro Detroit area whatsoever.

Summer is my favorite season, and having an Indian Summer is like, the best ever – always. So you can only imagine just how mentally happy I am that there is no snow on the ground yet.

I don’t have to deal with the incompetency of a neighboring city who only salts the roads around their malls, I don’t have to deal with driving in the snow in general (including not being able to see what oncoming traffic looks like because of snow pile ups, driving slow, unsalted roads, ice) and so on.

I am a-okay with it not snowing all winter long, as long as we get a White Christmas, cause last year we didn’t and I was sad. It just doesn’t feel like Christmas if it’s not snowing on Christmas, you know?

The Scent of Green Papaya

There’s something about waking up (and definitely falling asleep) to the sounds of rain. I love summer rain. While it may obscure the sun and lay me off tanning and swimming for a day or two, it’s usually always pleasant, followed by the soothing sounds of birds and crickets chirping. And for some reason, I never see worms in the summer after it rains. I like that.

I went to Meijer today as my ‘get out the house‘ adventure and bought gin and tonic. I would first like to mention that I think I’ll always associate gin and tonic with Philly, dreary rainy days, and my best friend telling me it’s an old man’s drink. And also probably the imaginary speakeasies and saloons filled with old men and cigars that I imagine when I think of old men drinking gin and tonic. I made my mom a drink too and I think I got her a little tipsy, it was amusing.

Lastly, I watched a movie on Netflix today called The Scent of Green Papaya, which, by the way, has the most wonderful ring to it when you say it out loud or in your head. Go ahead, say it. It’ll roll off your tongue spectacularly. Anyway, it looked interesting because firstly, it was a foreign film and I adore me them foreign movies. Secondly, the description mentioned it was Oscar-nominated, and thirdly, it mildly reminded me of Memoirs of A Geisha (before I watched it) which I adore, so I had to watch it. It turned out pretty good. It was one of those movies, kind of like Marie Antoinette, that was more cinematic and artsy than blockbustery. And by that I mean there was very little dialogue and a heavy emphasis on the art of filmography. I honestly have no idea what the point of the movie was, because as far as I’m concerned, there was none. But it didn’t drag on and it was pretty easy to watch. If you like movies with attention to detail, watch it.

Oh, and P.S. I updated Vivography today!

P.P.S. I wore a scarf around my head today while I was out and I really like the look. I think I might start doing it more often when I don’t want to fix my hair.

Rainy Nights

I don’t know about anyone else, but when I’m awake, I am constantly thinking. There is never a moment that passes that there isn’t a thought in my head, whether related to what I’m focusing on, or not. I wake up with music playing in my mind, and I go to sleep with millions of thoughts sparking through my brain.

One of the best thinking “spots” for me is while I’m driving; others include the shower and the time before I fall asleep. It’s been raining for the past few hours, and on my way back from work tonight, it occurred to me how beautiful it is when it rains in a city or suburb. While I couldn’t see very well through the wipers wiping away the raindrops, the blur of the lights from streetlamps, parking lots, and cars always mesmerizes me and makes me want to put a poncho on and go out in the middle of the rain to take pictures of the rainy, colorfully lit road scenery.

I never do, cause I’d probably be honked or run over. So instead I cherish the nights when I get to fall asleep to the soothing sounds of pitter-patter on my window. I seriously wish we could have sweltering, sunny days and mild rainy nights all the time. Life would be complete.

Anyway, yesteray I talked about my thrifty purchases, and today I edited several photos, one of which showcases the rings and teacup. Check it out!

The best part in all of this is that I asked the sales lady at Paris if she knew whether or not the rings were real – like some kind of precious metal. She said no because they were priced under $50. Today at work I found out that they are actually both sterling silver, (.925 stamps on both!) and the purple one is Cubic Zirconia! My boss guesstimated the yellow one might not be CZ because the facets are not cut very sharply. Regardless, I got a steal for those babies.

Hotter Than Spaceballs!

I am abnormally sleepy/tired/slothy today. It’s not like I’ve done any kind of vigorous exercise to put me in such a state. I’m going to blame the humid weather. It was hotter than spaceballs at work today too. I felt naked (but much better) after I took my blazer off. But all I wanted to do was go home and eat a chicken salad sandwich, which I did do when I finally got home. On top of it being sweltering, my underwear kept rolling down and I had to go to the fitting rooms to adjust it, my hair was getting frizzy for the first time since I was in Romania, and my feet were starting to hurt cause I was wearing the Etienne Aigner wedges I bought ¬†yesterday. I don’t know why, but even after years of knowing better, I still break in my shoes at all the wrong times.

I’m so not excited to put together the tech pack for AP. But on the bright side, I have pretty much everything else done for the rest of my classes. Just one more week, just one more week. And then I’m off to adventure in Philly! Oh I can’t wait for this long-awaited break. When I get back from Philly, I’m gonna spend a week vegging out and watching Felicity.

Anyway, Day 15: If you were an animal, what would you be and why?
You know, I designed 2 sister tattoos that I think describe me rather well – in the way that I define them. They are a phoenix and a peacock. The phoenix represents rebirth and I’ve always rather prided myself on my ability to rise from the ashes of hard times in life and “grow a new shell” as it were. It also represents the fiery, feisty side of my personality that perseveres and pushes forward. The peacock, on the other hand, represents the mellow, cool, and slightly haughty/proud side of me. Two people have gotten the phoenix tattooed (with my permission). I’m still waiting for someone out there to be interested enough in my peacock to get it done. Although one of the already tattooed people wants it on her other arm, and one of my friends is planning on getting both of them done on her feet.

P.S. Completely unrelated to anything I’ve said so far, one of the reasons I love the ¬†Mighty Morphin Power Rangers movie is because of this song right here. JUST SO YOU KNOW.

Party Hardy

Today was gorgeous. We had beautiful weather and I got to eat lunch outside. I also got attacked by spiders out there, but it was still wonderful. Plus, I wore those super comfortable Jessica Simpson pumps with my flower clips on them and got quite a few compliments about them, which always feels good. And HNI noticed them too, bonusss.

Tomorrow it’s supposed to get up to like 82 or something crazy. I’m not sure what I’m going to wear, but it’s going to be summery. Even though I won’t be spending the majority of my day outside. That’s something I always found interesting about myself (not sure if anyone else does this). I dress for the weather outside, regardless of what the temperature will be like inside. Although I usually bring a cardigan or blazer as well…

Anyway, I exercised outside today. Walked/ran around the neighborhood and then did wind sprints in the drive way. I was out of breath and it was GLORIOUS. I love pushing myself until it hurts because exercise-pain is wonderful pain. Especially muscular fever after you’ve worked out a muscle you haven’t in a while and the next day it hurts. That’s one of my favorite pains. Yes, I have favorite pains. Another is when a few strands of hair get slept on in an unnatural position and then when I touch the particular spot of hair it hurts but it’s like…synesthetically, I would describe it has a blue-teal-green feeling. And it feels AMAZING. Now I want someone to play with my hair. *Sigh* I need someone in my life who will play with my hair on command. Seriously.

I also joined Pinterest today because one of my friends practically demanded I sign up. It’s like a weird Tumblr, and I must say I prefer Tumblr much more. Especially since Tumblr doesn’t have HTML problems. Pinterest will not let me edit my email settings because it just keeps showing me the scripting for the page. So frustrating. But it’s a pretty cool site nonetheless. I thought about joining it over a year ago when it wasn’t so big. I StumbleUponed it and thought it was interesting.

And now I’m off to party hardy with high school friends. Good night!

It’s Fucking Hot In Michigan, Guys

Every now and again while I’m at Job 2, I remember the absolute hatred I felt when I used to work there as part of the actual store. I used to literally loathe getting in the car and driving there because I hated my job that much. Now that I work in the “upscale” part of the store, I don’t feel that way. Sure, I still don’t like customers because I think a lot of them are bitches and assholes, but I prefer this to bending over all day and getting pissed off because I just cleaned a department and it looks like a hurricane passed through it 5 minutes later. Fucking retail.

But anyway, I’m going to gloat about the fact that the weather is predicted to be around 78 on Tuesday and Wednesday this week. While I’m so super excited about that I could seriously, and I mean seriously, cry about it, you can’t tell me this isn’t some kind global warming phenomenon. It’s March! And this is Michigan! I know I’ve mentioned this at least twice already, but it’s still blowing my mind. I wore a dress to work today cause it was fucking hot. I wish I could have this weather year-round minus the gizzards. With rain at night to put me to sleep. Life would be perfect. Except I’d probably still have no lovelife.¬†

Speaking of which, let’s all just admit here and now that we’re all casual stalkers and Facebook is our partner in crime. That said, people I graduated with are slowly but surely popping out babies and getting married and it’s so surreal. I am still waiting for my first wedding invitation from a fellow graduate though. Or a baby shower invite.

Also, I think I might chop my hair when I reach a certain weight goal. Maybe. I’ve been whining about my hair being too short for the past like 3 years though, so I don’t know how this will play out. I like when it’s short cause it’s easier to blow dry and what not, but I LOVE when it’s long because…IT’S LONG. I can DO shit with it when it’s long. But I look cute with short hair