Kudos to you if you got that reference. I try to keep things real high-brow on this lovely blog as I’m sure you can tell.
Before I begin my typical insanity I’m going to take a moment to remember my grandpa, John McLaughlin, who passed away on Tuesday night. We’re all very, very glad that he’s in a better place and not suffering anymore but I’m not going to lie to you and say that any of us are a-ok about the whole situation. Losing someone sucks. He’s probably the smartest person that I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing and he’s going to be truly missed by all of us.
So without further ado, here’s my week in a nutshell.
-My other half (otherwise known as Sean Smallwood) is running for SGA Vice President! If you are a UNT kiddo and are reading this PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE vote for Sarah and Sean for President and VP!
-I asked for West Side Story tour tickets for Christmas so the fam is seeing it in Austin this Sunday!
-We had a test in my management class on Monday night and I got a B! Even those smartypants who got A’s can’t get me down about it.
-It’s going to hit 90 degrees in Austin this weekend. Need I say more?
-I got a Tumblr! http://abbymclaughlinlin.tumblr.com/
-It’s been in the 40’s the past few days. Does Mother Nature not realize that it’s almost April? My fingers are about to fall off. I almost had a conniption on Tuesday over the rain, too. Not a good week weather-wise.
-Speaking of that rain, I think I ruined my favorite pair of boots because of it. Word for the wise: if you have any kind of thought that your boots may possibly have a hole in them, do not wear them if your campus is one giant puddle. My motto has always been fashion over function and now I’m paying for it. C’est la vie.
-I learned the hard way that while drinking coffee in the afternoon may feel chic, you will be awake all night because of it. I’m switching to tea as my afternoon drink of choice. The Brits have the right idea. And we all know I’ll do anything to be just a little bit British.
-It’s been 2 weeks since I bleached my hair and my roots are coming in with a vengeance. It’s not even a little bit cute.
I hope this lovely Thursday finds you well. See you next week! (Or maybe sooner… I’ve got some possible post ideas percolating about in my little brain.)
I’m running out of creative ways to write these titles. So for now you’re gonna have to be happy with all caps and exclamation points. Ya dig? Also, one of these days I’m going to remember that I actually like to write and I’ll get going with more than one lame post a week. But for the time being we’re going for the one and done.
Alrighty then. Diggin:
-I have awesome friends. I went to dinner last night with a group that I don’t get to see enough of and I had such a wonderful time that I’ve been smiling from ear to ear since then. Cheesy? Yep. I’m definitely ok with that.
-The summertime countdown has begun! Unfortunately this will have to segue into the not diggin section as well. Stay tuned.
-Emily and I took a spin class yesterday! It was insane in the best possible way. I’m feeling like my butt might actually fall off but I think we’re both hooked!
-We had our Shakespearian sonnet day in my brit lit class on Tuesday. I’m not much of a poetry person but those sonnets just get to me. (Hey future husband [if you even exist], Know 116 like the back of your hand. There will be a test. Closed book. Hope you’ll be ready!)
-I was getting something from the bookstore yesterday and the guy who was ringing me up told me that he really liked my hair. Sometimes, it’s just the little things.
-So, the segue in the previous section. Summer is rapidly approaching which also means that summer school is going to be here as well. Cue big ole tears mourning summer as I’ve always known it. I’m glad to be getting some more basics out of the way but I won’t lie to you, the idea of giving up my summer is sad. I guess this means it’s almost time to be a grown up. That’s a whole post in and of itself so I’ll cut myself off here.
-One of the bad things about the weather warming up is that the bees are all over the place. Now, let me fill you in on a little secret. I’m TERRIFIED of those stupid bees. So when one lands on me I do that horribly-awkward-trying-to-be-cool-about-it-GET-THE-HELL-OFF-ME dance. Ladies and gentlemen that very dance was performed by yours truly yesterday while I was walking to class by myself. I’m sure I looked insane and I’m terribly sorry that all of you weren’t there, popcorn in hand, to behold it in all its glory.
I learned something new today. Six is spelled the same in English and in French. At least that’s what the internet says. So, no I didn’t repeat myself. And a blog title in 4 languages? Gettin a little too crazy. I’ll tone it down next time for those of you who just can’t handle it.
-Being home for spring break, duh. Add in bringing my bestie with me from Denton and I’m totally set. Why does this gloriousness have to end?
-Will and Grace. Project free tv has all of the episodes and I’m hooked!
-So I have blonde hair again? Quite spur of the moment. It was a long process and because we used bleach/peroxide I can’t really go back. I HATED it
at first for a while but after catching glimpses at it in the mirror for the past couple of days it really like it.
-Stupid drivers. I don’t know what it is but people are just getting worse and worse at driving and it pisses me off to no end.
Other than that there’s really not much to not dig. Spring break makes me an optimist! Who knew?
-I recently discovered youtube videos of American Idiot on Broadway and I’m obsessed. Good thing a tour is in the works so I don’t have to hitchhike to New York to see it!
-Speaking of youtube videos, this is fantastic. It’s the first national tour of Spring Awakening at a cabaret singing some of the songs from the show but they’re reinterpreted from the way that they’re actually performed in the show. I could listen to it for
hours the rest of my life.
A nest bed?? Too perfect.
-I decided to go running instead of work out in the gym on Saturday afternoon and my whole body is more sore than it’s been in a really, really, long time. So painful.
-I keep falling asleep with my glasses on which means that I wake up at 5:30 every morning with them uncomfortably smashed between my face and my pillow. Then I adjust and fall right back to sleep but it’s really obnoxious.
-I spent 4 hours in the computer lab last night finishing my research paper that I’ve been complaining about for weeks. I need a massage after being hunched over a computer for that long.
-It’s official. I’m a caffeine addict. A few days ago I decided to forgo my morning coffee (for reasons unknown) and the second I got to class I had a pounding headache that just wouldn’t go away. Not cool!
-SANDAL SEASON IS HERE!! My feet are singing a song of joy! My pedicure is dancing with excitement! My toes are smiling! How many ways can one person creepily personify their feet? The answer, too many.
-I bought the explicit version of that wonderful Cee Lo Green song that we all love so much (even if you won’t admit it, singing that song cures any bad mood ever) and I’ve been blasting it on repeat constantly. Sorry roommates.
-The girl I sit next to in my night class looked at me when I walked in on Monday and said “God, will you just take me shopping please? You always look so cute!”. Made my day. Easily.
-We’re one week closer to spring break than we were last week. Thank you sweet baby Jesus!
-I went to church for the first time in a while this weekend and during his homily the priest that was saying mass used the term “ninja nuns”. Needless to say, I’m hooked.
-This whole freezing cold in the morning thing that the weather’s been doing. My little tosies are falling off because I believe in sandal season more than anything else on this planet and I am SO DONE with close-toed shoes.
-So there’s this boy who sits next to me in my Brit Lit class who insists upon copying my notes every day. It wouldn’t really that big of a deal but 1. We sit in the front row of a small classroom 2. Our professor has a powerpoint going right in front of our faces while he’s copying what I’m writing down and 3. He’ll ask me in the middle of lecture to clarify something that I’m writing. If he’s not careful he’s going to get to experience the pencil trick from The Dark Knight firsthand.
-I cannot stand when girls come to the gym and insist on making it into social hour right next to me. I go to the gym so that I can watch Chelsea Lately, not hear about who you may or may not have had sex with last weekend.
P.S This woman is brilliant.
I know what you’re thinking right now. Am I reading that right? Doesn’t she know that it’s almost March? I think she’s crazy. The answer to both of those questions is yes and I will wholeheartedly agree with that last statement. The end of February is something of a no-mans-land for those good ole resolutions. The fitness resolutioners have finally left the gym much to the delight of us regular gym goers, the shopping resolutioners have returned to the stores, and the studying resolutioners have left the library in peace. But me? I’m working away at mine. I purposely kept the resolution that I most wanted to stick to under wraps in hopes that if I failed miserably at it no one would ever have to know.
I decided that this would be the year that I finally learned how to love myself.
Learn to love yourself? That just seems silly. Sadly, it really isn’t. I think that the world would be a better place if this was a New Year’s Resolution that more people tried out.
I’ll be the first to admit that I probably see myself in a worse light than anyone else could ever dream to. I’m my own worst critic, my own little Joan Rivers for every single aspect of myself. Tearing yourself apart is draining and completely unnecessary.
Everyone knows the bitter single girl, right? All she does is complain about how she hates to be single and that everyone should feel sorry for her because she never has a boyfriend, blah blah blah. We all want to shoot her in the face. I realized that I was well on my way down that road as the perpetually single girl and I didn’t want to have to spend my time dodging bullets. I think that bitter single girl would do herself such a huge favor if she would turn that outward search for love inward and try to understand herself and what she needs from friends and other relationships more than just trying to find someone who will do for the time being.
For me, this resolution has involved shutting out how other people are seeing me and focusing on what makes me happy. You’ve all seen my style blog obsession, yes? That’s a side effect. Fashion makes me ECSTATIC! I love getting dressed for the day and I wear things to class that other people who do the whole jeans and a t-shirt thing stare at me for and for the first time I honestly couldn’t care less. Chopping my hair off is another thing. There were quite a few people who tried to talk me out of it but it was something that I really, really, really wanted to do. Now, my hair is awesome. Suck it.
Pre “operation love yourself” I blamed myself constantly if friendships weren’t working out the way that I wanted them to. I’ve always had a hard time letting myself need things from people because I’ve always been the listener and the problem solver and not the one who needs to be listened to and have my problems solved. I’m nowhere near totally fixing that kind of thought process but realizing that I’m not in fact the root cause of every single problem is kinda nice.
I know we’re only 2 months in on my little love yourself endeavor but there’s been a lot of work that’s gone into it and I’m pretty proud. Let’s see what this next 2 months brings.
In life there are lots of things that I wish I could do. Like be able to apparate to campus so that I don’t have to deal with the bus and all of the crap that goes with it, or control the weather so that I wouldn’t have to ruin yet another pair of really cute flats walking in puddles, or be able to hear people’s thoughts so that I would know if they think that the outfit that I’m wearing is actually cute or if I should really just suck it up and do laundry instead of mixing ridiculous things together to conserve detergent and dryer sheets.
Ok, I know that I’m being a little out there but you get what I’m saying. There are always things that you wish you had in your back pocket that you could just be awesome at. These are just a few of mine.
1. I wish I could pull off wearing red lipstick. Girls that have fashion blogs have a tendency to wear it and they always look fabulous. We wore a whole lotta lipstick in colorguard which was always kind of fun but it turned it into something that you only wear when you’re performing to me so I don’t think that I could make it look non-costumey.
2. I would give anything to be able to try out having platinum blonde hair. I tried going blonde in May last year and I really liked it when I found the right color but getting there was painful and involved buying far too many boxes of dye. I don’t really fancy the idea of killing my hair again as an experiment but I really want to know what life would be like as a platinum blonde.
3. I want to be able to walk totally comfortably in heels. I got pretty good at it in high school by wearing them to church every week but now that I’m not doing that anymore my skills have completely gone down the drain. We have our hospitality career expo this coming week and we have to be dressed business professional which for us lovely ladies generally entails black heels. I’m practically having an anxiety attack about it. The last thing that I want is to be in the middle of talking to someone about giving me a job and then make one wrong move and fall flat on my face. I’d like to think that I have a slight bit more grace than that but I’m not going to kid myself. It’s totally plausible.
4. I wish that I could make the outfits that I come up with in my head look as good on me as I imagine they will. Does anyone else come up with outfit ideas while they’re sleeping? No? Just me? Alrighty then. Sometimes I’ll be wearing something in a dream that I haven’t actually thought about putting together from what I have in my closet. I feel kind of crazy now that I’ve actually acknowledged the fact that I dream about clothes. Anyway, outfits are always better executed in my head than actually on me but I’m working on it.
5. I wish I had more things to put on the walls of my room. I’m pretty happy with how much better I’ve gotten at decorating but half of one of my walls looks pitifully bare and I can’t think of a single thing to put on it. This wouldn’t be a problem if I had just been smart enough to paint it when we moved in. But I digress.