I’ve finally accepted my best friend’s pregnancy and I’m
mostly happy for her. She’s 24 and has been married since November 2009. It was strange at first, but I think it was mostly real life staring me in the face. Also, I’ve essentially lost my one constant bar companion.
Quaterlife crisis in full progress over here!
I watch a lot of television and I ship a lot of characters, but first and foremost, my favorite television ship of all freaking time is Rory and Jess from Gilmore Girls. They were perfect and no other ship seems to come close to them, in my opinion. I will fight anyone who tries to argue with me on either their relationship, or how amazing Jess Mariano was/is.
There is no album I associate more with a time in my life than Death Cab For Cutie’s Plans.
It came out a few days after I started my freshman year of college at Ohio Wesleyan. I think I probably listened to that and Dane Cook’s Harmful if Swallowed and Retaliation a couple hundred times each within the first couple of months. I know this because my terrible roommate Crazy Rachel hated them all. Good thing I had two other roommates who were awesome. Any time I listen to Plans, especially “I Will Follow You into the Dark” and “Marching Bands of Manhattan” I think of that amazing time in my life and it fills me with nothing but happiness. I almost wish I could go back there right now.
I am addicted to Burt’s Bees lip balm. I have anywhere from 1-4 different sticks in my purse at any one time.
I’ve spent my entire life wishing I had been born in Europe. And I know that I should be thankful I’ve had the life I’ve had and had the opportunities I’ve had being an American, but the US sucks in terms of beauty, history and just about everything that isn’t television. One day I’m going to move to Europe, preferably somewhere in England, France or Italy, and it’s going to be awesome.
I think I’m allergic to my office. Not in a funny-I’m-allergic-to-working-kind-of-way, but in an I-work-at-a-university-in-a-building-that-was-built-in-the-late-1880s-and-I-think-there-could-be-potentially-harmful-things-growing-in-the-walls-kind-of-way. I can’t breathe in this place. Allegra doesn’t help when you’re breathing in asbestos.
I panic when leaving voicemails pertaining to my job, worrying that I’m going to sound stupid.