Thursday, September 24, 2009

New musics!!!

I've been on a sort of different music kick lately that consists of two new, groups, I guess you could say. One group is largely Britney, Lady Gaga, and Ludacris related, and the other is a lot of Modest Mouse, The Sounds, MGMT and Bloc Party. But this isn't about them.

I was listening to my Weepies Pandora and The Wailin' Jennys came on. I listened to their song two or three times.... and then bought 2 of their albums on iTunes. They sound like Allison Krauss and The Weepies and something else that I can't place, but wow their music is gorgeous.

Long Time Traveller - The Wailin' Jennys

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Incredible, edible

Over-medium eggs!

I have known for many a year that I love eggs. I just find them tasty beyond measure. I pretty much relegated myself to hard boiled and scrambled, though, because I suck at frying them.


Maybe this is common knowledge for the rest of you cooking type people, but it was/is not for me. So, my roommate's mother showed her how to do it, and now I know, so I'm passing this magical secret on to you:


That's pretty much it. We have this little non-stick skillet that's about 6 inches across and all one has to do to make some deeelicious over-medium eggs is start with melting the butter on it. Then crack the eggs and go about your breakfast... or post-bar snack, as this is a GREAT time to eat eggs, apparently. You have to use real butter, though, or else it won't work. My favorite part is when it does the non-stick thing like it's supposed to and the 2 or 3 egg conglomerate slides around in the little skillet. To flip it, you just wait until the whole thing is white and then slide it about halfway out of the skillet onto a spatula and flip it over that way. You can, alternatively, slide it onto a plate and flip it, but I have had much more success with the spatula setup.

Now that I know how to do this, I have seriously been eating 2 or 3 eggs a day. They're so tasty!! And cheap and filling and I so love eggs nomnomnomnom....


Thursday, September 10, 2009

In Austin!!


here I am!

We're in Austin, doing the wedding thing. Man, oh man... this is a total riot. I'll have pictures and whatnot later, but I'm just checkin' in with you guys.


Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Nerd Girl Anthem


I love Taylor Swift.

Call me cliché, but she just hits the spot with the girl anthem. I'm pretty sure that any band, choir, theatre geek can totally get this song. As my nearly 20 year old (ACK.) little brother said of another of her songs Love Story:

This is my jam.

You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

They love the chase

In the famous words of Lady Gaga: Boys, boys, boys.

In the trials and tribulations of my existence as a single, a taken and a somewhere in-between person, it has often been said to me, "You have to let them chase you: Guys love the chase."

I hate that.

My knee-jerk reaction is to say, "Yeah, whatever," but I know they do. I've seen them do it! They, for the most part, just don't chase me. This isn't a whiny "poor, poor me; nobody likes me" statement, I'm just not the type of girl that you chase. I'm basically just sitting here waiting for someone to walk up and say, "Hi. I like you," because if I like him, too, that will be all it will take. Insta-relationship. Which, I guess, might not be "fun," and also is partially to blame for my un-datableness.

I came to understand a long time ago that I'm not a girl you date. That's another thing people say to me. "You're not a girl guys date, you're a girl guys marry." That has started to make more sense as of late because I am able to look back on past relationships and see the potential future ones differently.

Let me explain. No, there is too much, let me sum up (YES!): There are people that say they don't like the chase... and then there's me. I am not saying that I think a guy shouldn't have to work a little (because if they don't have to work for the relationship, apparently this is evidence that they didn't really want it or that they don't appreciate it or something...), I'm just saying that the whole call, don't call, wait a suitable amount of time before returning a text, I'm going to pretend I don't really like you so you're going to have to try harder, yes means no, no means yes, bullshit is a waste of mental energy. A sample conversation:

Boy (or girl): I like you, you seem interesting. Let's date.
Girl (or boy): I agree. Let's.

How hard is that?!? Just say it. Or, alternatively:

Boy (or girl): I like you, you seem interesting. Let's date.
Girl (or boy): Well, I'm not really thinking that's a good idea.
Boy (or girl): Hm.. ok. That bites.

Though, the whole problem is that in that second scenario, if the girl shoots him down but the guy is persistent... there is a chase. And if the girl really isn't interested, the chase is still fun for her because she's getting all the attention, even if she doesn't want it from him. Conceptually, I get it. I really do, but if I'm not interested in a guy, I don't want him chasing me. Seriously! I run into that when I go out sometimes (read: it happened once). Not that guys hit on me all the time, but when they do, it's inevitably someone I have NO interest in and I basically just want them to go away, but I don't want to be mean, so it's just reaaaallly awkward. I also tend to lean toward husband shopping when I'm out. Roomie hates that term, and as I define it as simply not giving much of a chance to guys that don't scream long term potential to me, she decided it's more like husband eliminating, which is appropriate, too. Either way, I don't really meet people when we go out. But basically, if I'm already friends with someone, there is almost no chance that we will date because I get myself into the dreaded Friend Zone and can't get out (read: though it did happen once).

However, the one time that it did last longer than six months, there was no chase. He actually told me after we'd been dating for a little bit that he usually will string a girl along for a while and then maybe date her or maybe not, but he could tell that I "wasn't going to put up with that," so he didn't do it that way. I had forgotten about this until pretty recently, but it just goes to show you that the way you catch them is the way you keep them. Our relationship had lots of things, but it one thing it didn't have was stupid games.

This is what my Roomie said, and I like it:

"If you enjoy spending time with him, and he enjoys spending time with you, then just go with it and see what happens. You can't strategize and you can't force it; it will just be what it is. Sometimes, well, most of the time, it isn't unanimous. But when it is, it's amazing."

So anyhow, this whole thing was all rambly and not really directed at anything, it's just something I've been fixated on in the recent times. But I'm really, really, really, really, really excited for this weekend because my best friend evar is getting married!! I haven't ever been in a wedding before, and I'm her Maid of Honor! It's going to be a rocking good time!

So any of you single groomsmen, guests or innocent bystanders... I'm a single, optimistic Maid of Honor at my best friend in the world's wedding. Fair warning:

Look out.


Thursday, September 3, 2009

Belated news

I got Rosalinda in Die Fledermaus!

OK, I have to say: that exclamation point is a lying a little... it looks too excited.

I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm glad to be cast and it will be a fun show and actually, all of the voices in both casts (we double cast here) are awesome... I just... I don't know. I am just not as excited as A) I probably should be and B) everybody else is for me. In various posts before (which I'm going to be lazy and not link to), I've talked about all the stuff I need to get done this semester and blah blah blah... I just can't get excited and motivated... I think I've said this before: I feel like I've got nothing to live for.

Pfft, not suicidally, I'm-gonna-end-it-all-because-my-life-has-no-meaning "nothing to live for," just... nothing to live for, if that makes sense. The show will pick me up (they always do), but until then, here I am. Coasting again.