Monday, September 27, 2010

I'm Obsessed With...

The milkshake machine at the deli.  Fordham clearly wants me to be fat when I graduate because now I can make my own ice cream AND make my own milkshakes.  I got mint chip.  It's amazing.

Saturday night homecoming.  I don't think I can ever describe in words how excellent it was.  I would like to repeat it every week, but as Chris Bennett said, if we did, we would be on a fast track to early death.

This Copeland album.  I can't get enough of it.  Thank you, Jay Sit.

Amy's blog.  She has a hamster.  I want a hamster.

The fact that I will finally be videochatting with my AmCo copart tonight.  I might flail in excitement.

Not doing my homework, clearly.  Seeing as I'm writing this on the subway instead of doing it.

My hair.  It looks like Maci from Teen Mom today.  But I'm glad I don't have a baby to go with it.

My newly adopted beanbag.  I rescued it from Collins before anyone else could.  This clearly underscores my superiority over everyone else.

My new boots.  I'm slowly recovering from the loss of my old ones.  These ones are waterproof.  Its a miracle.

The show "My Generation."  Except I'm scared that that will be my life in seven years.  Cry.

The show "Outsourced."  I'm pretty sure that will never be my life.  But I'll bet this show would make my dad laugh.

The flats I helped build yesterday at set build.  I can't wait to see them UP tonight.

Chris Ingrao and Mike Dahlgren's dance moves.  I wish I was as cool as them.

Text messaging.  It's a problem.

Social media.  See above.

This.  Milkshake.  O.  M.  G.

That is all.

Love and obsessed,

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Wrestling Match

The first thing you should know before reading this post is that our guy friends love wrestling a lot.  Too much.  I was prepared for this by my ex-boyfriend who made me watch WWE on Mondays and Fridays instead of watching my movie choices.

I wanted to watch Dirty Dancing.  I was continuously rejected.

This is also why they think it's so funny that Linda McMahon is running for Senate in Connecticut.  Or Congress or something.  Does it really matter?  She is running for something governmental, and she was in the Four Town Fair parade, and if she wins, I am moving out of Connecticut, just like if Sarah Palin wins the presidency, I am moving out of the United States.

Now, back to the present day.

Andrea and I went to Zumba, which really was just hip-hop class, thanks to the Commuting Students Association.  It was super fun in and of itself, and it solidified the fact that I enjoy making a fool out of myself in public, but the BEST part was that we got free Fordham Week t-shirts.  I love free things, and I love t-shirts, but it wasn't until we got home that we noticed what they really looked like.

Oh, hey, Fordham.  Nice Fordham Ram ripping his shirt down the middle.  What are you trying to insinuate about your students?

Anyways, Andrea pointed out that this picture bore an interesting similarity to one incident at the guys' apartment last year.

Uhm, yeah.  They had a wrestling match.  This is an attempt on Jeremy's behalf to do a "walls of Jericho."

 The attempt failed.

And the tides turned.

Until Joe, the referee, stepped in to see if the match was a done deal.

But Jeremy still had some fight in him.  He wasn't about to take his shirt off, though.  That was Frank's job.

It was looking bad for Jeremy again, though.

And then something happened that we have no documentation of.  But it looked a little something like this:

Yes.  Taylor ran in, ripping off his shirt.  Rather, Jeremy's shirt that was left in Taylor's room.  Be careful with your clothing items.

So there was a new fighter in the mix.

And he was gunning for Frank.

But with this action shot... the wrestling match ends.  Because I don't remember what happened next.

Except that the apartment below them probably hated them forever.  I'm pretty sure that they started banging on the ceiling.  The guys ignored them.

Oh, and please note that this was not an isolated incident.  The walls of Jericho also appeared at my birthday party:

This time, Joe was the victim.

I think he liked it though.

Love and shirtlessness,

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Twilight Party, Part Two

This is a continuation of yesterday's Twilight party summary, in which I further exhibited my level of inappropriateness.  I expect that you all are used to this by now, but I must warn you... the following images may leave you disturbed.

Let's just get to it, then.

Everyone really liked their Twilight plates, so they couldn't just give them up.  Therefore, the people pictured above decided to wash them.

I will not voice my thoughts on this decision.  I will just let you form your opinions yourselves.

Oh, what?  You said you think that they're a little over-obsessed?  Oh good, we agree then.

I'm just kidding.  I love you all.

But you're just as crazy as me.

Some of our biggest Jacob friends really wanted to show their affection for him.

Joanna, on the other hand, was stuck with an Edward plate, and she was not too happy about her fate.

Erin and Colleen had no sympathy for her.  They're really the "rip the Band-aid off" kind of people.

Next, there was a Twilight board game.  We were all too tired and have too short of attention spans to actually play the game in its entirety, but we did have fun looking at the cards.

This was, by far, the grossest one.  Thank you to the wardrobe designer who decided to make Rob Pattinson look like a yucky fish.  I don't know why that's what I think about when I see this pictures, but I just feel like it's what he looks like.  A pale, limp, yucky fish.

If Rob Pattinson ever read this, he might be offended.  Sorry Rob!  I blame your makeup designer.  I met you once in person and you weren't that pale, so I believe that you can look better than this picture.


Remember when I talked about disturbing images?

These are them.

You have been warned.

Uhm... there was a life-sized Jacob cardboard cutout.  This meant trouble.

I got a little creepy.

And then I got a little inappropriate...

...really inappropriate.

I really should not be allowed in public.  I'm glad these pictures aren't brighter than they already are.


Thanks, my lovely Somers ladies, for an endlessly entertaining night.  And I'm sorry for posting these pictures a month late.  You're probably used to my procrastination already, though.

Love and life-sized cardboard cutout mania,

Monday, September 20, 2010

Twilight Party, Part One

One night before we all left for school, my friend Joanna had a little get-together.  But this was no ordinary get-together.

This was a Twilight party.

Okay, so yes, I've seen the Twilight movies.  However, no real Twilight fan should actually watch these movies with me.  I will only make you feel bad.  I mocked the first one endlessly.  It was literally the funniest movie I had ever seen.  It was that bad.

The second one was a little better.  I only mocked it moderately.  And I enjoyed when Jacob took off his shirt.

To my great surprise, I actually liked the third movie.  Kristen Stewart's acting improved significantly, and even Rob Pattinson was less difficult to watch.  And there was a lot more Jacob nudity, which was a huge plus.

Joanna, on the other hand, is a humongous Twilight fan and loves all of the movies and the books.  The only thing she loves more than Twilight is Harry Potter, which I wholeheartedly understand.  But even I was not prepared to the extent that this party would be Twilight-ified.

Here is part one of the evidence...

Our normal ice-cream pig-out was accompanied by Twilight party plates.  I knew that we were in trouble.  This is Jacob.

I wished that Jacob's plate included a close-up of his eight-pack abs, but I loved my plate anyways.  Maybe a little too much...

There were also much more inferior Edward plates.  Just look at those beady eyes.  Yuck to the max.

There was only one way that this situation could play out...

A Twilight party plate showdown.

Edward, what do you think you're doing here?  Clearly these ladies like me more... why do you think there are five Edward plates and one Jacob plate left?  Puh-lease.

Oh, Jacob, Jacob, Jacob.  Ladies love my freakishly pale and sparkly complexion, greasy hair, and sunken-in eyes.  I don't know why they would ever want a dirty werewolf like you.

Things started to get more intense.



*Scuffle, scuffle, scuffle*

A-HA-HA!  Vanquished, evil vampire.

Now we shall eat some cake on the loser.

Yeah, I'll bet you really like the cold now that you have ice cream on your face, you cold-blooded creature, you.

Mmmm, that ice cream looks quite nommy.  Why don't we just take a little bite?

Here, Jacob, want some?  Nommmmms!

Crying Edward looks bloody now.  That's what you get for trying to sparkle during my dessert time.

Trash can.  The ultimate shame.

Do you think that that's all?  Oh, no, no no, my friends.  It would not be a true Twilight party without much, much more.

Stay tuned tomorrow...

Love and Twilight-dom,

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Need a Job?

You can move to Somers.  If you majored in tree climbing, that is.

Somers never fails to entertain me.

Thursday, September 16, 2010


Having all this free time, oddly enough, leads to a great lack of productivity.  Hence why I need an internship or job.  Structure is key to my life.  Being busy is key to my life.  Being crazy is my life.  This is what I have learned.

Tonight, I went to the Blend with Heather and Andrea for open mic night.  It was five dollars to listen to the performers and drink free refills of coffee, iced coffee, and fountain drinks.  Naturally, I wanted to get my money's worth, so I started drinking my first coffee as fast as my straw would let me.  As Andrea went up to get her first refill, I was positive that I was at least three-quarters of the way through the coffee.  I opened the lid.  I hadn't even drunk half.  I now know why I can make a medium Dunkin' Donuts coffee last two hours.

So I drank and drank and drank, and finally I beat my coffee and threw it on the ground in triumph.  Just kidding.  But I did run to the counter and promptly order an iced coffee.  The stand-up comedian at the mic made Jesus jokes.  This is incredibly funny at a Jesuit school.

By the time I got back to campus, I was finished with my iced coffee.  I considered chugging it prior to leaving and getting a third, but I thought that might be pushing it.  I'm glad I didn't because it has been an hour since I finished my coffee and I am wired to the max.  I'm very disappointed in myself for my caffeine intolerance right now.  Another thing that having a flexible schedule has caused.

As a result, you are all the recipients of this hi-larious and erratic blog post.  Right now, I think I am very funny.  I likely am not.

Andrea and I didn't know what to do when we got home, so we listened to this song over and over.  By over and over, I mean one time.  But it was an awesome one time.  Then, I became the best dancer in the world.  If you don't believe me, just look at the picture below.  It explains everything.

When I first heard Kanye's new song, I was immediately reminded of one particular person, who shall remain nameless.  However, whenever I see this particular person, the song pops into my head.  Part of me laughs because it is so fitting.  The other part of me is jealous that this person now has a theme song and I do not.  Can someone please come up with a theme song for me?  Thanks.

Then, I started eating carrots because I could think of nothing better to do.  I cut up a whole pound of carrots today.  This is what is left.  I have an addiction.

Then, this conversation happened.

Coffee apparently affects my attention span.

Finally, I shall show you what I did all day, besides sending out emails and organizing spreadsheets.  And watching Southern Belles: Louisville on Hulu.

I drew eyes.



Before (that's me!!)...



After.  (That one's not done yet).

Before (nice eye pose!)...


And for the finished product (well, first draft)...

Yay!!  Eye art!!!  It's embarrassing how much I love my eye art.  I just want to digitize eyes all day long.

And that.
Was today.

The End.

Love and caffeine... crash...