MY LAST WEEKEND IN AMERICA WAS FUCKING FABULOUS! Adam dubbed it "date weekend" and tried to fit in all these fun things for us to do. It was also full of surprises. Some were small, like the mix CD he made me (so good). And others were big. Really BIG.
So on Friday he took me to Dorney Park to ride roller coasters. Our favorite was Steel Force. Then for our last ride before we left we decided to go on the congo rapids thing. DUDE. I was expecting log flume levels of wetness and instead I was fullly dumped on by a series of dirty water falls. And I was the ONLY person under those water falls. Adam just laughed and chatted up the adorable black kid who was sitting next to him. Hmphh. Later that night we had a beer taste test and watched Office Space. We tried (in order of preference) watermelon beer, blueberry beer, and pumpkin beer. The watermelon beer (Hell or High Watermelon) was sooooo good and the blueberry beer (Sea Dog) smelled like pie! Pumpkin was eh, but I think it was just the brand that we got.
On Saturday we kind of just hung around but then he was all, "Hey we actually have to be in the city around 3pm and you should wear something kind of dressy." I was very confused, especially because we had no real concrete plans to go to Philly. But we drove in and then he surprises me double! The first being he got a hotel room for the night at the fancy city hall Marriott! And the second being dinner at the fancy and delicious French restaurant PARC by Rittenhouse. I was sooooooooo surprised and delighted. That was awesome. And he wouldn't let me pay for anything. I really hope he didn't spend a small fortune. After dinner we hung out in the hotel room for a few hours drinking more fancy beers and then our emo friend Baurer picked us up and drove us to that hipster bar/dance hall called the Barbary. I was super nervous my ID would be rejected but it was even easier to get in this time than the first time and there was a special event called Hands and Knees that played really good music so we danced a lot and nearly puked from the heat which emanated off the sweaty dancing bodies of 10,000 hipsters.
The next day we went to the Philly zoo and fell in love w/ the naked mole rats and giraffes but once again nearly died of heat stroke. Then we went back to his house in the burbs and ate Chinese food and watched movies until we fell asleep.
IT WAS THE BEST WEEKEND EVER.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
School Dreams
No new school year would be complete without the pre-school jitters and a plethora of anxiety dreams. My first anxiety dream was last night, the night before the night I leave for London, and it started off semi-standard but then turned EXTREME! And I don't mean, "oh my it was so EXTREMELY anxiety ridden." I mean X Games EXTREME with crazy sports and physical challenges.
The dream starts off like it usually does. It's the first day of class and I cannot figure out my schedule nor where my classes are. I forgot to print out my roster and therefore have no idea which classes I have that day or how to find them. So I run around asking friends, "Hey, do you happen to know what my schedule is?" or "Hey, where is the Tech Center again?" or "Hey, what's the website that tells you your schedule thingy?" I was a real mess. I just couldn't figure anything out. I ran back and forth down various hallways for MINUTES trying to find the computer lab or a guidance counselor or ANYTHING that could help me. Meanwhile, my class had already started and some friends from middle school set up a shoe shop in the middle of Temple's Campus. Even though I was late for class, I still checked out the shoes.
This is when it gets EXTREME! Various celebrities and boys from my high school start showing up. I have no idea what they are doing there so I ask them "HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" Joseph Gordan-Levitt then proceeds to tell me that they are there to learn and that they are on the way to the same class as me. Then I look up and see a crude paper sign that says the tech center has been moved to the basement floor of Temple's campus (I guess in my dream, all of Temple University is one building) and then below that is the word 'tits' and then Chace Crawford starts touching my tits.
???????
So I start heading to the basement and I look down and get vertigo because there are actually one million steps and when I finally reach the bottom, there is water everywhere. So I have to get into a raft and then I paddle and paddle, trying to find the tech center, and then the waters get rough and I realize I am white water rafting and it is super dangerous and then WHAM! another raft runs right into me! But I make it to shore and all the way back up the steps and back to the shoe shop, which is now full of cats, and I pet the cats and then I say,"GODDAMN, I AIN'T DOING THIS SHIT ANYMORE. I'LL JUST GO TO CLASS TOMORROW."
And then I woke up.
The dream starts off like it usually does. It's the first day of class and I cannot figure out my schedule nor where my classes are. I forgot to print out my roster and therefore have no idea which classes I have that day or how to find them. So I run around asking friends, "Hey, do you happen to know what my schedule is?" or "Hey, where is the Tech Center again?" or "Hey, what's the website that tells you your schedule thingy?" I was a real mess. I just couldn't figure anything out. I ran back and forth down various hallways for MINUTES trying to find the computer lab or a guidance counselor or ANYTHING that could help me. Meanwhile, my class had already started and some friends from middle school set up a shoe shop in the middle of Temple's Campus. Even though I was late for class, I still checked out the shoes.
This is when it gets EXTREME! Various celebrities and boys from my high school start showing up. I have no idea what they are doing there so I ask them "HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?" Joseph Gordan-Levitt then proceeds to tell me that they are there to learn and that they are on the way to the same class as me. Then I look up and see a crude paper sign that says the tech center has been moved to the basement floor of Temple's campus (I guess in my dream, all of Temple University is one building) and then below that is the word 'tits' and then Chace Crawford starts touching my tits.
???????
So I start heading to the basement and I look down and get vertigo because there are actually one million steps and when I finally reach the bottom, there is water everywhere. So I have to get into a raft and then I paddle and paddle, trying to find the tech center, and then the waters get rough and I realize I am white water rafting and it is super dangerous and then WHAM! another raft runs right into me! But I make it to shore and all the way back up the steps and back to the shoe shop, which is now full of cats, and I pet the cats and then I say,"GODDAMN, I AIN'T DOING THIS SHIT ANYMORE. I'LL JUST GO TO CLASS TOMORROW."
And then I woke up.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Nailz done, the hairz done, everything did
I have a little tradition with myself that every time I start the new school year I like to have something different going on about my appearance. I don't know why, I guess its just that little bit of Madonna in me that enjoys reinventing herself. But it's hard to change EVERYTHING about your appearance. I mean, I don't go and get plastic surgery every school year and show up with a new nose or chin. I also don't change my clothing style to be preppy one year and punk the next (that's so middle school). So usually I end up changing my hair. It's easy and not permanent and just plain fun! So I've started the new school year with anything from blond streaks to a purple tint to a choppy bob to bangs etc. This year I decided to dye my hair red...ish. Well I didn't dye it, I went to a salon to had it dyed professionally for the first time ever. I would have done it myself with one of those $10 box kits but my mom insisted that I "get it done right." It doesn't look much different from when I usually henna my hair, though it is a bit more permanent and brighter! Sometimes I think it looks like Kirsten Dunst's hair when she pays MJ in Spiderman. It should fade a little bit with time, but for my new academic year in a new country, meeting new people, I think it's perfect. Also, now my hair isn't multi-colored from the left over henna, bleach, and freshly grown roots. HOORAY!
Monday, August 23, 2010
FUTURE SHORTS
http://www.futureshorts.com/
Organising monthly festival screenings showcasing the best of short films in 90 cities across 19 countries on all 5 continents; with an online audience of over 1 million connected followers, Future Shorts is a global community: The World's Largest Short Film Festival.
THIS IS WHERE I AM INTERNING IN LONDON THIS FALL! I'm so excited! I don't yet know what kind of work it will be. From the looks of it, probably more like pre-production/post-production work (i.e. editing, organizing, making phone calls etc.)
I hope it's a bit more clerical work because I've already tried on a bunch of work casual outfits that I really need an excuse to wear.
Organising monthly festival screenings showcasing the best of short films in 90 cities across 19 countries on all 5 continents; with an online audience of over 1 million connected followers, Future Shorts is a global community: The World's Largest Short Film Festival.
THIS IS WHERE I AM INTERNING IN LONDON THIS FALL! I'm so excited! I don't yet know what kind of work it will be. From the looks of it, probably more like pre-production/post-production work (i.e. editing, organizing, making phone calls etc.)
I hope it's a bit more clerical work because I've already tried on a bunch of work casual outfits that I really need an excuse to wear.
PUNK ROCK!
Constructive Criticism
Okay so I'm about to vent about something here that is really bothering me. Today at dinner I ate A LOT of steak. But I was hungry and had skipped lunch and we had made steak and I was craving it and it just tasted really good. So at dinner my stepdad says, "Can I just say something? I don't want you to take it the wrong way. I just want to offer you some constructive criticism....I think you need to lose some weight around your waist."
I was actually a little shocked about that statement. Really? I mean I played it off like it was no big deal but that comment really really bothered me. But no one has ever flat out told me I needed to lose weight. On the contrary, people often tell me that I'm very little (albeit not skinny). So we changed the subject. BUT then when I stood up to clear plates, my step-dad points at my stomach and says to my mom, "do you see what I mean?" And my mom nods her head yes. THANKS A LOT MOM! The one thing about my mom though that I have noticed over the years is that she tends to take the side of whatever man is in her life at that time. When she was dating David Buck (relationship was from 2000-2004), she agreed with him that Bush was doing an okay job as President and that it was okay to go hunting for sport (something she denies she ever said). Now that she is with my step-dad she agrees with him on all things politics etc. and she rarely ever disagrees. Great, mom.
My stepdad is a health freak though, so I guess he would notice something like that. My mom is also always telling me I should eat healthier but then she goes and buys me chocolate cakes and Nutella when I don't ask her too! If it's there, I'm going to eat it! If all we had in the house was fruit/yogurt/nuts I would eat that instead! When I told her that though she said, "I just want you to be happy!" Well thanks mom! I want to be happy too and telling your daughter that she's fat is not the way to make me happy!
In this one case though, my mom defended me and said that I haven't been as active this summer and that when you go on the pill you automatically gain 5lbs. so it should be no big deal. She also joked around that I might be pregnant and that she isn't ready to be a grandma yet. HA. HA. HA. THAT'S SO FUNNY. But I'm sorry, that was just a really weird and rude thing for my step-dad to say. I don't feel like I've gained weight. In fact, I just weighed myself and I weigh just about the same as I have for the last few months. Yesterday, I even looked at myself in the mirror while trying on bathing suits and even felt good about the way my body looked. Now I'm doubting myself and I'm really angry.
I mean really?! You wonder why so many girls my age have eating disorders?! It's because of comments like that. And that comment didn't even make me want to stop eating my delicious steak, it just made me want to stick it to my step-dad even more. So I ate another piece. Fuck you. Today I was even watching this really crazy show called Dana: The 8 Year Old Anorexic and I kept wondering "how does anyone develop such a hatred for food?" Well I guess NOW I KNOW. Except, I have the exact opposite of anorexia. I love food. I love anything that tastes good and I don't want to waste good food that is there. And sometimes when I'm with friends, I'll eat even more. BUT I SHOULDN'T EVEN HAVE TO JUSTIFY IT!? My weight shouldn't be an issue unless I'm morbidly obese.
I'm just extremely extremely angry by that comment. It came out of nowhere and I don't agree with it. But at the same time I feel like I'm under all this pressure now. I feel slightly better after locking myself in the bathroom and secretly crying for a few minutes (damn you BC and your emotional side effects!) but I am still not over that comment. I don't think I will be for a while. I hope that by the time I come back from London I've gained 300lbs. just to piss them all off. Fuck off family. I'll see you in December.
I was actually a little shocked about that statement. Really? I mean I played it off like it was no big deal but that comment really really bothered me. But no one has ever flat out told me I needed to lose weight. On the contrary, people often tell me that I'm very little (albeit not skinny). So we changed the subject. BUT then when I stood up to clear plates, my step-dad points at my stomach and says to my mom, "do you see what I mean?" And my mom nods her head yes. THANKS A LOT MOM! The one thing about my mom though that I have noticed over the years is that she tends to take the side of whatever man is in her life at that time. When she was dating David Buck (relationship was from 2000-2004), she agreed with him that Bush was doing an okay job as President and that it was okay to go hunting for sport (something she denies she ever said). Now that she is with my step-dad she agrees with him on all things politics etc. and she rarely ever disagrees. Great, mom.
My stepdad is a health freak though, so I guess he would notice something like that. My mom is also always telling me I should eat healthier but then she goes and buys me chocolate cakes and Nutella when I don't ask her too! If it's there, I'm going to eat it! If all we had in the house was fruit/yogurt/nuts I would eat that instead! When I told her that though she said, "I just want you to be happy!" Well thanks mom! I want to be happy too and telling your daughter that she's fat is not the way to make me happy!
In this one case though, my mom defended me and said that I haven't been as active this summer and that when you go on the pill you automatically gain 5lbs. so it should be no big deal. She also joked around that I might be pregnant and that she isn't ready to be a grandma yet. HA. HA. HA. THAT'S SO FUNNY. But I'm sorry, that was just a really weird and rude thing for my step-dad to say. I don't feel like I've gained weight. In fact, I just weighed myself and I weigh just about the same as I have for the last few months. Yesterday, I even looked at myself in the mirror while trying on bathing suits and even felt good about the way my body looked. Now I'm doubting myself and I'm really angry.
I'm just extremely extremely angry by that comment. It came out of nowhere and I don't agree with it. But at the same time I feel like I'm under all this pressure now. I feel slightly better after locking myself in the bathroom and secretly crying for a few minutes (damn you BC and your emotional side effects!) but I am still not over that comment. I don't think I will be for a while. I hope that by the time I come back from London I've gained 300lbs. just to piss them all off. Fuck off family. I'll see you in December.
Sunday, August 15, 2010
CLOTHES!!!!
So in preparation for London, I have been getting some new clothes. I actually don't really think I NEED any new clothes since I have so many, but I suspect my mom has a tiny shopping addiction and so she goes out and buys me things without me realizing or will insist on me getting things whenever I go out. I'm not complaining though!
Here are some of my recent purchases/gifts:
An authentic Pendleton 100% virgin wool button up. Although a bit itchy, it will definitely keep me warm during that English winter. Plus, I love the colors.
This here 'Mormon' shirt that my mom found at the Asheville Goodwill. I was originally skeptical, but I had to buy it after I realized how versatile it was. I can wear it in it's original Mormon glory when I inevitably meet the Queen of England for high tea or I can fold the collar down for a more modern look and wear it out at night.
This is one of my mom's gifts. It's a Patty Kensy windbreaker that she got on sale at Lord & Taylor. Not usually my style but I actually really like it. Probably wont keep me very warm but will definitely be a nice thing to have when that summer weather starts to transition to fall.
This here is a Banana Republic sheer blouse. It's missing a button, but that is easily fixable. Also included in the mix is a $1 gold belt from Goodwill.
This is a legitimate kilt. My mom and I fell in love with it at first sight. It's totally vintage too and on the label in the back someone wrote, what I think is, their name (Mac Beth...awfully similar to Macbeth the Shakespeare character no?) My theory is that this kilt was used as a costume for a production of Macbeth, who is supposed to be Scottish. So cool. Unfortunately, the thing is TINY! Although it says it is a size 6. Children's 6? I dunno. But I do know that the thing only cost me $3.75 and my mom is positive that we can get it fit at the tailor's. I hope so.
Here are some of my recent purchases/gifts:
White leather, equestrian riding style granny boots. Oh dear god I am in love with these. A purchase made at the Asheville Urban Outfitters as a present from my grandpa who admired them just as much as I did. I have been looking for boots like these for ages and almost bought a pair in Nashville during our roadtrip. I'm glad I have these in white though.
An authentic Pendleton 100% virgin wool button up. Although a bit itchy, it will definitely keep me warm during that English winter. Plus, I love the colors.
This here 'Mormon' shirt that my mom found at the Asheville Goodwill. I was originally skeptical, but I had to buy it after I realized how versatile it was. I can wear it in it's original Mormon glory when I inevitably meet the Queen of England for high tea or I can fold the collar down for a more modern look and wear it out at night.
This is one of my mom's gifts. It's a Patty Kensy windbreaker that she got on sale at Lord & Taylor. Not usually my style but I actually really like it. Probably wont keep me very warm but will definitely be a nice thing to have when that summer weather starts to transition to fall.
This here is a Banana Republic sheer blouse. It's missing a button, but that is easily fixable. Also included in the mix is a $1 gold belt from Goodwill.
This is a legitimate kilt. My mom and I fell in love with it at first sight. It's totally vintage too and on the label in the back someone wrote, what I think is, their name (Mac Beth...awfully similar to Macbeth the Shakespeare character no?) My theory is that this kilt was used as a costume for a production of Macbeth, who is supposed to be Scottish. So cool. Unfortunately, the thing is TINY! Although it says it is a size 6. Children's 6? I dunno. But I do know that the thing only cost me $3.75 and my mom is positive that we can get it fit at the tailor's. I hope so.
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