1. Welcome to another "Things I Meant to Say" blog post, in which I cue everyone in to the random things that have been wandering through my mind today. It's also a nice little confession that today I am feeling either lazy or whimsical...you decide.
2. This weekend is Spring Fling at Williams. Let's take a look out the window, shall we? 50 degrees, gray skies, cold wind. I am not feeling the love. The only thing this weather makes me want to do on Spring Fling weekend is maybe order in some Spring Rolls from the Thai restaurant and lay in bed while watching HIMYM.
3. Today is also decidedly un-"flingy." It's more like "monogamy-y." In the sense that the boy and I are having a date night: going out for Chinese (where I can satiate my now-present desire for a Spring Roll) and then going to see, yep you guessed it, Date Night. I'll wait here patiently while you go throw up.
4. Back? Okay. I'm actually really excited to see Date Night, since Steve Carell is probably possibly the funniest person ever since Zach Galifianakis. But Michelle, you say, Steve Carell has been around way longer than Zach How-do-ya-say-it. Well, I rest my case. Steve Carell is the funniest person, ever.
5. PERFECT SEGWAY! This weekend, we have an underwhelming Spring Fling band (Gym Class Heroes. If I wanted to dance to hip hop I'd get a DJ. Also, the Flaming Lips AND Ben Folds and SO MANY GOOD BANDS were on the voting list, yet our events planning group picked Gym Class Heroes. Which were not an option on the ballot. Just sayin') BUT tomorrow night we got...drumroll...CRAIG ROBINSON to come and perform stand up comedy!
Yes, that is in fact Daryl from the Office. (Now do you get my Steve Carell segway? See how I did that?) I am ants-in-my-pants excited for this. For really. And not to "use" Craig Robinson or anything, but he's biffles with Seth Rogen. And all I really want in life is to ALSO be biffles with Seth Rogen. So here's hoping Craig can make that happen for me.
PS I'll try to get pictures and post them!
6. After all this date-night-going-out and Craig-Robinson-manipulating, I also have this little thing called 7, count-em, 7, papers due in the next couple weeks. Sooo maybe I should rethink all my social endeavors this weekend.
Have a great weekend everyone! If yours also involves stalking celebrities or also getting Spring Rolls (or, you know, anything else really), let me know!
Update: It is now snowing in the lovely town on Williamstown, Massachusetts. So now is this weekend most certainly not Springy nor Flingy, it's more like Winter Fling. Now, excuse me if I'm wrong, I'm pretty sure we've already had one of those.
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Friday, April 16, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
True Story: My Professor Now Thinks I'm a Jerk, and I Probably Have Mono
1. The boyfriend has been sleeping through his iPhone alarm (that goes off at 7:45 IN THE MORNING) a lot of mornings this month, most likely because his internal body temperature is probably set at 118 degrees and he thus insists in sleeping with the noisy fan on in the middle of the winter. (I counteract this by turning the heat up...I'm not paying the heating bill! Ah, the wonders of dorm life). As a result, I've been graciously offering to set my cell phone alarm (who uses alarm clocks any more, anyway?) for the ungodly hour of 7:45 to ensure he doesn't oversleep and can be on time to the hospital (he's "being a doctor" this month, aka shadowing), and then I happily re-set my alarm to 9am and wake up for my 10am class. It's college. I can sleep late if I like.
Well, this morning the same old deal went down, although the night before I had kindly asked him if he could re-set my alarm in the morning so that I didn't have to do a darn thing and could sleep happily while he prepared to actually contribute something to the real world. So my alarm goes off at 7:45, he gets up but doesn't get out of bed, and I finally begrudgingly crack open an eye around 7:55 to see him staring dumbfoundedly at my EnV 3, which is clearly more confusing than an iPhone. After deducing that he has no idea how to set my alarm, becoming annoyed at my state of wakefulness, and remaining half asleep, I set my alarm to 10am and fall back asleep.
My alarm proceeds to go off at 10am. Thinking it's 9am, I drift in and out of sleep until about 10:45 and then, thinking it's 9:45, throw on some leggings, an oversized sweater, and my fuggs, and wander over to class. I open the door and see that everyone's already there and have begun to discuss the novel, and figure I'm a minute or two late.
Everyone turns to stare. "Hi," my professor says, taking a break from his lecture.
"Hi!" I reply, sleepily but cheerfully, as I take my seat and begin taking out my notebook and novels. There's an almost imperceptible beat, but class continues as usual and I jump right into the conversation.
It's only when I glance at the screen of the laptop of the guy sitting next to me that I realize what time it actually is: 11:30. Class, as I said, begins at 10. A note of panic strikes me. I stupidly try to figure out if I've actually been in class for an hour and a half already, wonder if I fell asleep at some point, and then begin to have vague remembrances of setting my alarm for 10.
Mortified, I pray for class to end. At noon, when everyone else is leaving, I walk up to my prof.
"I'm so sorry I was late." I say emphatically. "I set my alarm an hour ahead and didn't notice the time difference."
He glances at me. Clearly doesn't believe me. "Yeah," he says, "I thought it was odd how casually you sauntered in."
Facepalm. I am so mortified.
New goals for the rest of the month: Make boyfriend find a Plan C of waking up on time, and convince my prof I'm not a jerk.
Also, find out if I have mono. WHY am I finding it so difficult to wake up at a respectable hour?
Well, this morning the same old deal went down, although the night before I had kindly asked him if he could re-set my alarm in the morning so that I didn't have to do a darn thing and could sleep happily while he prepared to actually contribute something to the real world. So my alarm goes off at 7:45, he gets up but doesn't get out of bed, and I finally begrudgingly crack open an eye around 7:55 to see him staring dumbfoundedly at my EnV 3, which is clearly more confusing than an iPhone. After deducing that he has no idea how to set my alarm, becoming annoyed at my state of wakefulness, and remaining half asleep, I set my alarm to 10am and fall back asleep.
My alarm proceeds to go off at 10am. Thinking it's 9am, I drift in and out of sleep until about 10:45 and then, thinking it's 9:45, throw on some leggings, an oversized sweater, and my fuggs, and wander over to class. I open the door and see that everyone's already there and have begun to discuss the novel, and figure I'm a minute or two late.
Everyone turns to stare. "Hi," my professor says, taking a break from his lecture.
"Hi!" I reply, sleepily but cheerfully, as I take my seat and begin taking out my notebook and novels. There's an almost imperceptible beat, but class continues as usual and I jump right into the conversation.
It's only when I glance at the screen of the laptop of the guy sitting next to me that I realize what time it actually is: 11:30. Class, as I said, begins at 10. A note of panic strikes me. I stupidly try to figure out if I've actually been in class for an hour and a half already, wonder if I fell asleep at some point, and then begin to have vague remembrances of setting my alarm for 10.
Mortified, I pray for class to end. At noon, when everyone else is leaving, I walk up to my prof.
"I'm so sorry I was late." I say emphatically. "I set my alarm an hour ahead and didn't notice the time difference."
He glances at me. Clearly doesn't believe me. "Yeah," he says, "I thought it was odd how casually you sauntered in."
Facepalm. I am so mortified.
New goals for the rest of the month: Make boyfriend find a Plan C of waking up on time, and convince my prof I'm not a jerk.
Also, find out if I have mono. WHY am I finding it so difficult to wake up at a respectable hour?
Friday, January 8, 2010
Things I Meant to Say: Baileys and Hot Chocolate
1. To begin the random tidbits today in my second Things I Meant to Say installment, I'd just like to thank everyone for their supportive comments on my last post. While I'd still like to believe that there's a part of him that's not an absolutely horrible person and to a degree, I do, I know it's time to end the friendship. I also laughed when Maureen brought up whether or not he'd be inviting me to the wedding, which is something I myself have been wondering. That's one situation I will not be dumb enough to get myself into. But having all your sweet comments really helped, and that's what blogging's all about after all!
2. It is Friday afternoon of Winter Study, which is our one-month long term between Fall and Spring semester in which we only take one class. Mine meets three times a week for two hours. Basically, this month is one three-and-a-half-week-long relaxation fest, and this first Friday of it has gotten off to the perfect start. I'm curled up in my room, sipping on creamy hot chocolate which may or may not have some of the caramel Baileys that Santa put in my stocking this year since he knew I'm turning 21 this month, waiting for L. to come home from the hospital (don't worry! He's just shadowing a doctor), and feeling generally content.
3. I had lunch today with a great friend of mine and the former Editor-in-Chief of the Record, our newspaper for which I used to be a passionate and involved editor, but have since failed to see eye to eye with the editors that have replaced my good friend EIC, and so have been on an indefinite leave of absence since last fall. EIC graduated last year along with Real Life Dan Humphrey and that whole group, and I miss them terribly, but our two hour lunch was wonderful. He's attending grad school at Cambridge and generally leading an amazing life, and I hope I'm as successful as him post-baccalaureate.
4. My GRE study materials arrived in the mail this week. I glanced over the vocab and the verbal sections once and scoffed; I glanced over the quantitative section and threw up in my mouth a little bit. Alright, look, I know that solving equations for x and figuring out the angles of triangles given their hypotenuse or whatever isn't hard stuff, people. But I haven't done this shizz since sophomore year of high school. I'm freakin' out. I mean, I'm the person who got near-perfect 800s on the verbal and writing sections of her SATs. (I bet for many of my fellow twenty-something bloggers reading this, the writing section of the SAT is an elusive and curious prospect that you never had to deal with. It was easy schmeasy and raised my overall score by a ton). But math? Not-so-much. Let's just hope the UCLA English doctoral program doesn't need me to know how to use angles and algebra.
5. L. and I have been making our way through the entire series of Entourage over the last week. We just started season 3. Does anyone watch Entourage? It's so, so, SO good. It's like Sex and the City for men, except let's face it, I'm kind of a man sometimes (including, but not limited to, my distrust of radical feminism, my love of football, red meat, and chicken wings, my dirty sense of humor, and my addiction to video games), so I'm just loving it. Ladies, check it out. You might be surprised how much you enjoy it. Or not.
6. Now that I've watched a lot of Entourage, I want to go back and watch the Notebook over again but just watch the scenes that Kevin Connolly is in. I think it will be hilarious.
7. Speaking of Kevin Connolly, at 5'5, he certainly does not meet my infamous height standards for dating. Though I would much rather date E. than Vince or Ari any day. Though I give much respect to Mrs. Ari.
Happy Weekend, all!
2. It is Friday afternoon of Winter Study, which is our one-month long term between Fall and Spring semester in which we only take one class. Mine meets three times a week for two hours. Basically, this month is one three-and-a-half-week-long relaxation fest, and this first Friday of it has gotten off to the perfect start. I'm curled up in my room, sipping on creamy hot chocolate which may or may not have some of the caramel Baileys that Santa put in my stocking this year since he knew I'm turning 21 this month, waiting for L. to come home from the hospital (don't worry! He's just shadowing a doctor), and feeling generally content.
3. I had lunch today with a great friend of mine and the former Editor-in-Chief of the Record, our newspaper for which I used to be a passionate and involved editor, but have since failed to see eye to eye with the editors that have replaced my good friend EIC, and so have been on an indefinite leave of absence since last fall. EIC graduated last year along with Real Life Dan Humphrey and that whole group, and I miss them terribly, but our two hour lunch was wonderful. He's attending grad school at Cambridge and generally leading an amazing life, and I hope I'm as successful as him post-baccalaureate.
4. My GRE study materials arrived in the mail this week. I glanced over the vocab and the verbal sections once and scoffed; I glanced over the quantitative section and threw up in my mouth a little bit. Alright, look, I know that solving equations for x and figuring out the angles of triangles given their hypotenuse or whatever isn't hard stuff, people. But I haven't done this shizz since sophomore year of high school. I'm freakin' out. I mean, I'm the person who got near-perfect 800s on the verbal and writing sections of her SATs. (I bet for many of my fellow twenty-something bloggers reading this, the writing section of the SAT is an elusive and curious prospect that you never had to deal with. It was easy schmeasy and raised my overall score by a ton). But math? Not-so-much. Let's just hope the UCLA English doctoral program doesn't need me to know how to use angles and algebra.
5. L. and I have been making our way through the entire series of Entourage over the last week. We just started season 3. Does anyone watch Entourage? It's so, so, SO good. It's like Sex and the City for men, except let's face it, I'm kind of a man sometimes (including, but not limited to, my distrust of radical feminism, my love of football, red meat, and chicken wings, my dirty sense of humor, and my addiction to video games), so I'm just loving it. Ladies, check it out. You might be surprised how much you enjoy it. Or not.
6. Now that I've watched a lot of Entourage, I want to go back and watch the Notebook over again but just watch the scenes that Kevin Connolly is in. I think it will be hilarious.
7. Speaking of Kevin Connolly, at 5'5, he certainly does not meet my infamous height standards for dating. Though I would much rather date E. than Vince or Ari any day. Though I give much respect to Mrs. Ari.
Happy Weekend, all!
Sunday, December 13, 2009
Things I Meant to Say: Never Eating Mexican Food and Raw Cookie Dough in the Same Night Again
1. It's 2:51 on the Sunday of finals week and rather than spend it being a productive member of society in the libes, I haven't yet gotten out of bed. No, I haven't been sleeping...I woke up at 10. I have food poisoning. YAY FOR ME. Last night L. and I went out to dinner with some of our couple friends, and naturally being poor college students decided to go to our friendly neighborhood Mexican cantina, Desperados. L. and I usually have a good experience when we go and the food, while not top-notch, certainly isn't terrible. However, either something at the restaurant or perhaps the raw storebought sugar Christmas cookie dough I ate last night didn't quite agree with me, since my body has been ravaged ever since. Sorry for that.
2. WHAT THE F IS THIS VEVO NONSENSE? All I want to do while confined to my bed is watch Bad Romance. But Youtube directs me to this stupid Vevo channel when I try to watch any of Lady GaGa's videos. What is this?? It lags SO MUCH and ruins my day.
3. Are the tattoos GaGa has in the video real? Also, she looks pretty rockin' from the front, but when you can see her whole SPINE? Come on girl, eat a sandwich!
4. I am IMing with P. about the Vevo situation and about how Williams internet SUCKS BUMS. I sent her the link to the opening skit of the Blake Lively hosted SNL parodying the couple who snuck into the White House. She heard all about that, but IMs me back:
"Who is Blake Lively, anyways?"
GIRL. Come on.
5. I was a bad girl and ordered some early xmas presents for yours truly from AE, including a navy fairisle sweater and a heather brown (my color) cardigan. They should be arriving tomorrow. I am overjoyed. I really wanted the AE Bling Cardigan cause, well, I'm into that kinda thing, but I couldn't justify spending $60 on it.
6. And before you're all like "Michelle, come on, you don't have the money to buy these things, you're addicted to online shopping, you fill up virtual shopping carts and shopping bags with hundreds of dollars worth of stuff that you're never gonna buy which means that you obviously have a problem, what would your mother say blah blah blah" I would just like to say that they were having FREE SHIPPING AND 20% OFF AND MY MOTHER WOULD BE DAMN PROUD OF MY SALE-HUNTING SKILLS.
7. Back to the food poisoning (cause I know you wanted to go back there), my problem with stomach viruses of any kind is that when I get them I refuse to eat since I'm terrified it'll get worse, which probably just messes up my stomach more, and I'll also NEVER go back to the place or eat the food that might-have-perhaps-but-probably-didn't-even-make-me-sick. Sun Chips free since '93...or somewhere around there. Just wanted a How I Met Your Mother shout-out.
8. Speaking of How I Met Your Mother, L. and I are beginning to think about auditioning the Ted to our Marshall and Lily for our apartment after graduation next year. We've got a couple good boys lined up. It should be great times.
2. WHAT THE F IS THIS VEVO NONSENSE? All I want to do while confined to my bed is watch Bad Romance. But Youtube directs me to this stupid Vevo channel when I try to watch any of Lady GaGa's videos. What is this?? It lags SO MUCH and ruins my day.
3. Are the tattoos GaGa has in the video real? Also, she looks pretty rockin' from the front, but when you can see her whole SPINE? Come on girl, eat a sandwich!
4. I am IMing with P. about the Vevo situation and about how Williams internet SUCKS BUMS. I sent her the link to the opening skit of the Blake Lively hosted SNL parodying the couple who snuck into the White House. She heard all about that, but IMs me back:
"Who is Blake Lively, anyways?"
GIRL. Come on.
5. I was a bad girl and ordered some early xmas presents for yours truly from AE, including a navy fairisle sweater and a heather brown (my color) cardigan. They should be arriving tomorrow. I am overjoyed. I really wanted the AE Bling Cardigan cause, well, I'm into that kinda thing, but I couldn't justify spending $60 on it.
6. And before you're all like "Michelle, come on, you don't have the money to buy these things, you're addicted to online shopping, you fill up virtual shopping carts and shopping bags with hundreds of dollars worth of stuff that you're never gonna buy which means that you obviously have a problem, what would your mother say blah blah blah" I would just like to say that they were having FREE SHIPPING AND 20% OFF AND MY MOTHER WOULD BE DAMN PROUD OF MY SALE-HUNTING SKILLS.
7. Back to the food poisoning (cause I know you wanted to go back there), my problem with stomach viruses of any kind is that when I get them I refuse to eat since I'm terrified it'll get worse, which probably just messes up my stomach more, and I'll also NEVER go back to the place or eat the food that might-have-perhaps-but-probably-didn't-even-make-me-sick. Sun Chips free since '93...or somewhere around there. Just wanted a How I Met Your Mother shout-out.
8. Speaking of How I Met Your Mother, L. and I are beginning to think about auditioning the Ted to our Marshall and Lily for our apartment after graduation next year. We've got a couple good boys lined up. It should be great times.
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