All Water All The Time

I believe it was two days ago that I decided to adjust my eating habits. Well, really drinking habits, but non-alcoholic kind of drinking. Basically, all water all the time. I'd already drastically changed my drinking habits when I moved to college without even trying. They only have coke products here so all I've been drinking has been either water, orange hi-c, fruit punch hi-c, and lemonade. Amazingly, I eliminated soda from my diet without making the conscious decision to do so.

The decision to take it the next step occurred to me pretty randomly.
My skin has been frustratingly not-clear for what feels like the past forever. I use some neutrogena scrub or whatever, but the results aren't very drastic. I'm hoping that an end to drinking flavored sugar water with each meal will help clear it up a bit. I'm not expecting a cure-all or anything, though wouldn't it be nice?
Another motivator is a friend. A year or two ago she completely stopped drinking soda and she dropped I believe it was 14 pounds. Sure, for all I know she drank five cans a day, but it is a nice thought.

I don't know how long I will keep this plan up. Honestly, I don't like drinking water. Sometimes it's refreshing after a long, hot day but otherwise, it's not appealing to me. Also, I think it tastes gross without ice. I don't understand how that works, I just know that's how I taste it. Ha
Wish me luck?

7 Reasons Why NPH is Awesome

I'm feeling a bit down in the dumps, so I figured I could post about something that would subsequently put me in a good mood. At least, that's the plan.

7 Reasons Why Neil Patrick Harris is Awesome

• The voice! Not only does the lovely NPH have an interesting and identifiable voice, but he can also sing me into a musical frenzy. His musical genius can be seen in the wonderful Dr. Horrible, Sesame Street (as the Shoe Fairy), and Batman (the cartoon, as the Music[?] Meister). Really I could make each of these their own bullets, which I probably should, but...
  
• Barney Stinson. The loveable, hilarious womanizer on CBS's How I Met Your Mother could only be so perfectly pulled-off by NPH. Now, suit up!
• The Old Spice commercials. You might've missed them; sadly, they didn't play them as much as I would've liked. NPH is the only man who's made me actually enjoy cologne in any capacity.
• Best.cameo.ever. If you haven't seen Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle, go rent it. Now. He plays "himself." *chuckle* If you've seen it, you'll understand.
  
• Dog-lover. Anyone gets automatic points in my book if they love animals, especially doggies. (Segway!)....
  
• He owns his Doogie. (See what I did there? Doggie...Doogie. Yes I'm a dork, I'm aware) NPH doesn't get upset when people bring up his roots incessantly (ex: see Gary Coleman). Evidence: his recent stint on SNL and the blogging shout-out on HIMYM
• He owns his gay. NPH is not shy about being a proud homosexual. Well, really, I respect anyone who's completely proud of who they are. Also, he advocates gay rights. Have you seen Prop 8: The Musical? Beauty. In my opinion, the entire gay community should adopt Neil Patrick Harris as their figurehead.
  

Oh the wonders of facebook...

So, remember said amazing weekend from a couple of posts ago?
Well that particular amazingness began on my train ride to NJ. This guy, hereafter to be called "Train," sat down next to me and we started with some little chit-chat which grew into talking for the entire 3-hour train ride. Sadly, I got off the stop before him and then he didn't ask for my number/give his number/mention facebooking/etc, and I thought that was it and I would just have this nice memory of meeting a great guy on the train.
Fast forward to today, sitting in my most pointless class, bringing up facebook, and, surprise! I have a message from Train. I have no idea how he found me on facebook, I don't remember giving him my full name. Though I guess it is possible since my first name is slightly unique and I told him I'm at GMU.
So, now I have his number and I'm awaiting his reply to my reply.
At the very least, I'm predicting we'll be good friends. But I'm hesitant if it should progress more than that... He's somewhat significantly older. I know he's in grad school now to become a lawyer, and I'm only a freshman undergrad. Maybe 5-6 year difference? Hopefully no more than that.
Also, drumroll...
I represent the ultimate definition of a virgin:
To avoid embarrassment, I count my first kiss from second grade because otherwise, I've only been kissed briefly in a spin-the-bottle.
I've never been on a real "date."
Basically, the farthest I've ever experienced romantically is that I've been asked out a couple of times. Literally only a couple though. And the guys were gross.
Why do I bring this up?
I highly doubt Train is even close to being a virgin. Would I want all these little firsts to be with him? I may be getting ahead of myself, but, being an 18-year-old virgin, I think about my predicament A LOT. Basically, I'll just have to see how things go...

On another note, well not completely, it's connected, anyway, Tina Fey is now my new hero. On Letterman a couple of days ago it was brought up that she was a virgin until she was 24. 24! That makes me feel so much better. She's pretty! funny! smart! And she was a virgin until 24. And clearly not by some religious choice (she emphasized, "I couldn't give it away!").

Why don't you sit right down and make me smile

Currently, this is my most favorite music video ever. Can you get any cuter than this?



They make my heart feel like its going to explode from joy.


Degree thoughts:
I truly love my archaeology class. Should I pursue this field? A major in anthropology would include my interests in history, art history, and archaeology. Plus it could lead to some very interesting careers.
Environmental Science. Also this would lead to a variety of interesting careers for some great organizations (hello WWF, EPA).
It's just nice to know specific fields to explore.

Party over here

This past weekend was truly amazing.
Seeing old friends and their new lives makes me want to just drop everything and join them. It kind of showed me how my life right now is basically empty. My friends are spread out all over the place. No job. No new friends. I have no motivations, no ambitions. My only ambition is to transfer, but transfer to do what? There's still no overall ambition there.
It seems that I don't have a life.
All I want to do right now is blow off my homework, blow off getting the car to pick up my roommate, and just sit here to get lost in some other world through a tv show.


I feel like deep down I'm a slacker at heart, and that somehow I've been pushed into the world of over-achievers and it just makes me fucking miserable.

All I really want in life is what one of my friends, who I just visited this weekend, has. An easy life with the one I love. I won't go into the boring details but essentially, they have the love of each other and all the lovely small pleasures around them. I could really go on and on about how wonderful they are, that's why its hard not to phrase that awkwardly, if that makes sense. ha
I guess this could count as an ambition...But there's no guarantee of reaching it.

Old-Fashioned Bomb

Well. The past week has actually been quite eventful. Surprise surprise.
The day after tomorrow I'm going to New Jersey. Say whaat!?
Yep, visiting my bestie in the old middle school stomping ground. Leaving bright and early and coming back bright and early Monday. I'm actually really really really excited, I haven't seen her in over a year and both our lives have changed drastically since then. Plus, for some reason, we hardly talked in that time. That doesn't really trouble me though, our friendship is strong.

And now for something completely different, I got a giant confusing-mixed-feelings shit bomb dropped on me not even an hour ago.
My grandfather proposed to his new girlfriend. My grandmother hasn't even been dead for 2 years. He's been dating her for a handful of months. A proposal should be totally surprising, n'est-ce pas?
On one hand, I'm glad he's happy. Honestly, my grandmother was usually a total bitch to him, and when she was around, it really hurt to see them together fighting all the time. I still love her though, we were very close. I would definitely name her as the person who got me utterly hooked on movies. From chick flicks to Hitchcock, thats how we roll...ed. Oh right, so he's happy now and I truly love that.
On the other hand... I said they haven't known each other long right? Did I also mention how she lives thousands of miles away. They don't even live together! My dad called it "old-fashioned." Which didn't click at first because I though old-fashioned would apply to living together before marrying, not the other way around. Theeeen it clicked; yeah, grandpa's old, '50's ideals.
Blergh.
I'm conflicted. The only thing I can really be sure of is that I think its too early in their relationship. And that I still miss my grandmother, ahelluvalot.

Shit Friday

It's not even 9pm on Friday night and I am lying in my dorm, considering sleep. I feel like shit right now because I hear people out in the hall talking about how they're about to go out.
I've been here for over a month now and I've made no real friends besides my roommate. I remind myself constantly about the positive aspects of this, but during moments like these I feel like total, socially-awkward shit.
The good thing about my current position, which I keep trying to hammer in my head, is that if I am accepted to UVA for next year, it won't be hard to break all my newly formed friendships at GMU, since there aren't any. Also, not having a booming social life means I'll have no dilemmas between studying or partying.
....And yet I still feel like shit. I think that pretty much sums it up, everything else I consider writing just seems redundant.


Oh and *editors note: Jim and Pam didn't get married on The Office last night. It's next week. For some reason they started promoting the event 2 weeks ahead. Grr.



Now it's past 9...by 4 minutes.....What to do now?

Yay! Pictures!

I've been debating in my mind about what my second post should be about. Right now, I'm tired and I want to nap, again, and its only 3:20pm. So, I settled on cheerful, uplifting post.

Here's some awesomeness:


(btw Jim&Pam are finally marrying on The Office tonight! YAY)





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