Thursday, August 30, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Monday, August 13, 2012
Friday, August 10, 2012
Either I’m the most predictable person in the world or my friends just know me very, very well. Or maybe I just have very specific interests. Or maybe I talk too much?It’s probably a combination of all of those things.
If Anne of Green Gables (or Gone With the Wind. Or You’ve Got Mail) is on TV, at least one person will text me which channel it’s on.
If something happened with Jay-Z, Beyonce, or Kanye, I will inevitably receive a handful of tweets/Facebook posts/texts about whatever happened.
I’m always notified if there have been more shark attacks than usual, or there was a crocodile attack, or they found a man-eating lion (basically, anything apex predator related).
If a documentary about a serial killer is on TV, I’ll get at least one text telling me to turn on the TV.
It’s kind of the best thing ever. I suppose I do the same thing to my friends when something reminds me of them. It all works out.
What pop culture/newsworthy items do you get texts and alerts from friends about?
Update: I literally just received some picture texts from my parents of some sharks they just saw get reeled in off the coast of St. Simon’s Island, GA. They know me well.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
I’ve never had long hair. That’s a fact that has put me in much turmoil in my short time on this earth.
When I was really young, my parents kept my hair extremely short. Apparently I did not like getting my hair brushed, and I would speak my mind quite loudly about the subject. That doesn’t sound like me…
But because of this, I look like a boy in every picture (all 6 of them) from when I was little.
As my body grew, my hair for the most part stayed the same length. There would be some years where I would decide to grow it out, but then it would reach shoulder level and I’d think, “how do people have long hair?!” And then I’d grab a pair of scissors and chop off all of my hair a la Edward Scissorhands.
OK, not really. But I wanted to do that quite a few times.
(Honestly, what’s your secret, long-hair ladies? How do you all look so effortlessly put together and cool all the time? I keep telling myself that when the weather starts to cool down things will be better. I’ll probably think the exact opposite when the cool weather finally arrives)
For several reasons 2011 was another year when I decided to grow my hair out. So far I think I’ve done OK. I haven’t made any desperate phone calls to my hair lady. I haven’t shed any tears while fixing my hair (well, maybe a few). It’s a little past my shoulders, and I’m pushing onward and upward. Well, technically downward.
But in the meantime, I’ll keep dreaming that my hair will look like this:
When in reality it will most likely look something along the lines of this:
Monday, August 6, 2012
Summer is grand, it’s true. But the beginning of the school year / entrance to autumn is just, in my opinion, the best time of year.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
What better way to celebrate the arrival of August than to highlight a moment in July?
Yes, I realize that it has nearly been a month since the Fourth of July, but there's no statute of limitations on uploading photos from a fantastic holiday celebration, right? That's what I thought.
Sometimes the stars align, and all of your best friends are in the same spot, you don't have to go to work, and food, dancing, and fireworks are all nearby.