It's all my mom's fault...

There are many aspects of my personality I blame on my mother, either warranted or not, but this I know for sure is my mom's fault. Every year growing up we could not even mention Christmas until after Thanksgiving. Since Christmas is my favorite holiday this was like telling a rower to not talk about weight or a junkie not to shoot up. Its really hard. Because of this rule every Friday after Thanksgiving I spent talking about Christmas. I was probably very annoying. College roles around, and I move out. You can imagine my joy when I realize there is nothing to stop me from Christmasing as soon as I want to. Therefore, the first flurry of snow equals major christmas vibes. Christmas music, christmas clothes, christmas lights, christmas candy, and of course a christmas desktop background. As I sit here listening to Christmas music I realize that I am one of those annoying christmas people that everyone avoids. But on the upside I give the best presents because I've been thinking about it since January :)

Tomorrow is November 4th...

In case you do not watch the news, or tv, listen to the radio, read the newspaper, go to school, or live in the general public I'm here to tell you election day is tomorrow. As a student at a University filled with young, overly active people all hoping to you will "rock the vote" I know the vote is tomorrow. I'd have to be deaf, blind, mute, and maybe drunk to not know it was tomorrow.

Last Friday I was sitting in the University Center minding my own business when a young man approached me asking if I had decided who to vote for. When I replied yes (a lie, I just wanted him to go away, and yes I am a bad person), he asked who. That shocked me. I know he was just trying to poll me but if I had not offered the information up immediately then I didn't want to tell him.

All of this craziness about voting has been getting on my nerves. I know the idea is to get the word out and get that percentage of citizens voting up, but if one more person tells me to vote for Obama I will hurt them. I don't know about you, but I arrived at my decision about who I want to be my future president and vice president by reading articles, watching the news, and trying to remain as non partisan as possible. I'm a registered independent, which means I can vote for anyone I please, and this gets one of two reactions. Either the oh, okay, huh? or the but why?? don't you want to be overly active in your biased and corrupt political party?? I'm not saying that everyone who is registed elephant or donkey is like this, just that the people asking me seem to be.

When you are at a University that has never in its history voted republican it is obvious where the general opinion lies, but to all you ralliers and gung ho folks out there. Shut up and let me be. You are annoying. And I hate to say it, but I think maybe, just maybe I know more about who I should vote for than you do.

The revenge of the Pants

At the risk of sounding pathetic and embarrassing myself, I must say, I agree with Blair Waldorf...LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS!!!! So even though the topic just made a guest appearance on GG, it really is a serious issue. When did it become okay to not wear pants?? Right around the same time that it was okay to wear belly shirts and cut holes in $170 jeans. There are few woman (or girls) who can pull off the butt look. I'm not one of them and the 14 girls I saw today were not one of them either. (Not that I'm looking at girl's butts...) The slow decline into pantlessness has been quite sneaky. First leggings came back. You know, cute in every color, wonderful for warmth, and conviently part of my catholic school girl uniform, but most importantly, worn along with a skirt, shorts, etc. Then we had the long style. Shirts and sweaters long enough to cover the derrier, occasionally worn with the oh so stylish belt or scarf. And then before the unsuspecting public could prepare themselves...NO PANTS!!!!! Not cool. Will never be cute. Is not acceptable. Kinda makes me want to vomit. Of course, I shall not make these judgements alone. Polls taken from girlfriends, boyfriends, guy friends, the occasional passer-by, the homeless guy on the corner of 5th and Craig, my bosses, the friendly man who makes the burgers in the food court... Needless to say, I have my credible sources. So all you girls out there who spend 20 bucks for a nice pair of leggings...PUT SOME PANTS ON.

Things you'll learn about me...

1. I cannot spell.
2. I am easily distracted.
3. I have an odd sense of humor.
4. I am blatantly honest.
5. I write what I think.
6. I really like cheese.
7. I read...alot.
8. I row.
9. I can relate everything to rowing, piano, movies, or books.
10. I care.