I had a fab day! It was totally juvenile and wholesome and fun: I went to a pumpkin farm!
I, my friend from abroad, and two of her sorority sisters drove out to the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE (read: everything not DC, really) Maryland to the cutest little farm. It had fields and a silo and a barn. And was totally commercialized. There were tables for Kaplan colleges, some snowcone company, COSTCO--for heaven's sake-- and some bank. It was hilarious.
Anywho, there was a pony ride and some "Straw Mountain" and slides and water ducky races and--the best part of all--a MAIZE MAZE! So of course we had to do it all. I'm pretty sure all the Marylanders with their small children thought we were totally insane. It was awesome.
Except, hilariosity in the maze: we did the "Long Way" and the "Short Way" was a different maze in the same field. So we're wandering around this maze and have not a clue what we're doing. Now the paths in this maze are super narrow and the corn is bending over us and all that. So it's single file, Indian style. Anywho, we're wandering forever and we finally just start barreling through, "WTFery" abounding. And, somehow, somehow, we end up coming out of the "Short Way" entrance. God knows. Only we could have managed this.
After the maze, we are exhausted and kinda freezing (Fall has decided to hit--temps fell by about 20 degrees in one night) so we decided to go to the Barn BBQ or something. It was quaint, okay? I had the best fries ever. I mean, this includes Europe and Europe had awesome fries. These were simply amazing. On the other hand, I'm pretty sure the chicken nuggets were Perdue or Tyson's.
The piece de resistance: pumpkin picking. They had a real pumpkin patch. I picked my pumpkin from a vine. Sure, I had to basically wrench it off but it was awesome.
All in all, fun all over. And I am freakin' exhausted so I am not planning on waking up 'til 10:30 tomorrow.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Sunday, September 28, 2008
On Reading
Sometimes I forget how much I love to read. I watch too much TV or have too much homework or drama in my life to remember how wonderful it feels to curl up with a good book and, basically, disappear for a day.
And sometimes I wander over to the other extreme where I just become obsessed. Because I will go to the National Book Festival, and finally get a Library of Congress card, and update my LibraryThing.
Guess which extreme I am at right now?
I really, really can't buy any books right now. I don't have the money. I don't have the time to read them. But I want to so. Badly. I've promised myself, however, that I must first read five of the unread books on my bookshelf. There are more than that, obviously.
I have this problem where I buy really interesting books because they were at the cutest little used bookstore and they sound all cute and literary. But, guess what, picking up something unknown is also scary. It's so easy to keep an eye out for your favorite authors or genres but starting an absolutely unknown book can be scary: what if you don't like it? What if it's stupid? What if you don't understand the fuss? No, it's better to stick to the fifth in a series or a romance novel (predictable to a fault).
Then there's this issue: I always want to talk about my books. But if I think about it too much then I think to myself "what right do I have to judge? What have I done that's comparable to getting a book published? Or, more basically, have I ever written a book?" No, is obviously the answer here. And then I feel unqualified to even talk about disliking a book: "well, it seemed a bit silly. No, I don't really know if it was the style or the syntax or the use of an obscure literary device and really, what's the difference? It just wasn't my thing."
I happen to have a minor fault from the very beginning: I don't really like "adult" books. You know, Oprah stuff. No, I like my Garth Nix and Ella Enchanted and Harry Potter. They're more fun. Adult books are pretty depressing. Seems to me someone always has to die or suffer some sort of loss to make it meaningful. No thanks--I read to escape not hear more about the real world.
Long story short: went to the national book festival. Got a poster and bag. Neil Gaiman is awesome.
And sometimes I wander over to the other extreme where I just become obsessed. Because I will go to the National Book Festival, and finally get a Library of Congress card, and update my LibraryThing.
Guess which extreme I am at right now?
I really, really can't buy any books right now. I don't have the money. I don't have the time to read them. But I want to so. Badly. I've promised myself, however, that I must first read five of the unread books on my bookshelf. There are more than that, obviously.
I have this problem where I buy really interesting books because they were at the cutest little used bookstore and they sound all cute and literary. But, guess what, picking up something unknown is also scary. It's so easy to keep an eye out for your favorite authors or genres but starting an absolutely unknown book can be scary: what if you don't like it? What if it's stupid? What if you don't understand the fuss? No, it's better to stick to the fifth in a series or a romance novel (predictable to a fault).
Then there's this issue: I always want to talk about my books. But if I think about it too much then I think to myself "what right do I have to judge? What have I done that's comparable to getting a book published? Or, more basically, have I ever written a book?" No, is obviously the answer here. And then I feel unqualified to even talk about disliking a book: "well, it seemed a bit silly. No, I don't really know if it was the style or the syntax or the use of an obscure literary device and really, what's the difference? It just wasn't my thing."
I happen to have a minor fault from the very beginning: I don't really like "adult" books. You know, Oprah stuff. No, I like my Garth Nix and Ella Enchanted and Harry Potter. They're more fun. Adult books are pretty depressing. Seems to me someone always has to die or suffer some sort of loss to make it meaningful. No thanks--I read to escape not hear more about the real world.
Long story short: went to the national book festival. Got a poster and bag. Neil Gaiman is awesome.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Thursday's Confessional
Secrets on Thursday:
This may not be an actual secret since most of my friends would agree if you asked them: I love, love, love children’s television. This goes past just the classic Disney movies, the retro Nickelodeon that it’s cool to like: PBS kids, the Disney channel, I watch it all. And if you asked me what my absolute favorite shows are, they tend to be those for preschoolers: Arthur is AWESOME, and I don’t know if this one is still on but I loved PB&J on Playhouse Disney, and I will stop on Charlie and Lola if it’s on.
It’s not that I am incapable of watching “serious” television (although it’s still pretty silly overall): the West Wing, History Channel documentaries, all that. I just find children’s television somehow less…pretentious. I mean, okay, Spongebob is horrendous. But Arthur is hilarious. And Charlie and Lola has great voices. There’s something a little bit more genuine about these shows.
Arthur:
PB&J:
Charlie and Lola:
Oh, and this is a true secret: I LOVE the Barbie movies. They are my crappy day, comfort movies.
Alrighty, spill your Thursday secret.
This may not be an actual secret since most of my friends would agree if you asked them: I love, love, love children’s television. This goes past just the classic Disney movies, the retro Nickelodeon that it’s cool to like: PBS kids, the Disney channel, I watch it all. And if you asked me what my absolute favorite shows are, they tend to be those for preschoolers: Arthur is AWESOME, and I don’t know if this one is still on but I loved PB&J on Playhouse Disney, and I will stop on Charlie and Lola if it’s on.
It’s not that I am incapable of watching “serious” television (although it’s still pretty silly overall): the West Wing, History Channel documentaries, all that. I just find children’s television somehow less…pretentious. I mean, okay, Spongebob is horrendous. But Arthur is hilarious. And Charlie and Lola has great voices. There’s something a little bit more genuine about these shows.
Arthur:
PB&J:
Charlie and Lola:
Oh, and this is a true secret: I LOVE the Barbie movies. They are my crappy day, comfort movies.
Alrighty, spill your Thursday secret.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
Blue! Blue like the sky!
It is actually nice outside! Cool, almost crisp. I wore jeans--yay, casual Friday--and may actually walk part of the ways home.
Incidentally, this is perfect sipping drinks on a patio with your best friends weather. However, since the going outage is scheduled for tomorrow night, I will be sitting at home with my dirty laundry, baking biscotti, and watching the opening ceremonies. Because I am just that cool.
Well, I may make a gin and tonic.
Have a great weekend everyone!
Incidentally, this is perfect sipping drinks on a patio with your best friends weather. However, since the going outage is scheduled for tomorrow night, I will be sitting at home with my dirty laundry, baking biscotti, and watching the opening ceremonies. Because I am just that cool.
Well, I may make a gin and tonic.
Have a great weekend everyone!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
A nation may be run on it's stomach, but here in Amerrrrica! we just need our coffee
Y’all, DC is agog—agog, I tell you—with this whole “$2 drink deal” from Starbucks. We just cannot believe that they would pick us for something this amazing. For heaven’s sake, it’s the price of a regular, “[sm/t]all” coffee!
And it has hit our intarwebs:
http://blog.georgetownvoice.com/2008/08/05/starbucks-same-day-discounts-come-to-the-district/
http://anything-pj.blogspot.com/
http://blog.urbanbohemian.com/2008/08/06/3962/
I went to Starbucks myself yesterday morning and I thought I was this super special winner for getting a receipt about the $2 drink. Then I went back to my office, checked my email, and there was the newsletter announcement (Yes, I am signed up for Starbucks emails, why the judgmental face?). Way to crush my self-esteem SB.
If I weren’t so concerned about my dwindling bank account—and the school year hasn’t even started!—and my growing tummy fat, you betcha I would be lined up twice a day for something deliciously caffeinated.
And it has hit our intarwebs:
http://blog.georgetownvoice.com/2008/08/05/starbucks-same-day-discounts-come-to-the-district/
http://anything-pj.blogspot.com/
http://blog.urbanbohemian.com/2008/08/06/3962/
I went to Starbucks myself yesterday morning and I thought I was this super special winner for getting a receipt about the $2 drink. Then I went back to my office, checked my email, and there was the newsletter announcement (Yes, I am signed up for Starbucks emails, why the judgmental face?). Way to crush my self-esteem SB.
If I weren’t so concerned about my dwindling bank account—and the school year hasn’t even started!—and my growing tummy fat, you betcha I would be lined up twice a day for something deliciously caffeinated.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
Count the Times I Write "Awesome" in this Entry!
I spent Sunday lugging my way up to Georgia Ave. Thrift Store and came away with an awesome trench dress for the more awesome price of $9.95 !
Not so awesome: wearing it in this weather. It’s a heavier fabric and I knew I had made a mistake the moment I stepped outside this morning. It only took me a bus ride to get to the point where I felt I desperately needed a shower.
On the other hand: I look AWESOME. It’s this tan/khaki color that would have been great with my red peep-toe pumps (I embrace my tall-ness and wear ridiculous shoes despite being almost 5’ 11”) but I didn’t think that would have been the most professional of combinations. So I settled with my cute new brown, oxford-esque pumps. And I still look pretty damn good. I feel very classic, very Mad Men. Hand me some red lipstick, a dab of Chanel, and I’m ready to take over the world!
I digress. DC is freakin’ disgusting right now. I vehemently do not approve. It is weather that makes me want to turn up the air-conditioning and sit inside watching TV and IMing. Weight is gained in this type of weather!
I can only pray that it rains and we get some relief. I hate humidity. I am such a spoiled desert girl that I feel like I have no reason to tolerate it.
Not so awesome: wearing it in this weather. It’s a heavier fabric and I knew I had made a mistake the moment I stepped outside this morning. It only took me a bus ride to get to the point where I felt I desperately needed a shower.
On the other hand: I look AWESOME. It’s this tan/khaki color that would have been great with my red peep-toe pumps (I embrace my tall-ness and wear ridiculous shoes despite being almost 5’ 11”) but I didn’t think that would have been the most professional of combinations. So I settled with my cute new brown, oxford-esque pumps. And I still look pretty damn good. I feel very classic, very Mad Men. Hand me some red lipstick, a dab of Chanel, and I’m ready to take over the world!
I digress. DC is freakin’ disgusting right now. I vehemently do not approve. It is weather that makes me want to turn up the air-conditioning and sit inside watching TV and IMing. Weight is gained in this type of weather!
I can only pray that it rains and we get some relief. I hate humidity. I am such a spoiled desert girl that I feel like I have no reason to tolerate it.
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