i heard my new favorite song the other day via i *heart* you. it's just the song to get you in a weekend kind of place: "love letter to japan" by the bird and the bee. by the way, this artist has an adorable website and i recommend you stop by.
wish they had a stop in salt lake on their upcoming tour.
*sigh*
you can head over to the new and improved skinny playlist to hear it, or watch this video below. the only item of advice i can give you to love this song at first hear is to play it loud!
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
oh my flippin heck.
are you ready for salt lake city audition night on american idol? i don't know about you, but i have my green jello with shredded carrots ret-ta go, and i plan on back combing my hair for a solid twenty minutes before the program begins.
i'm hoping murray high has another golden boy (or girl) for us.
i'm hoping murray high has another golden boy (or girl) for us.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
let's check in.
so...by now you've all quit smoking and lost 30 pounds. right?
remember those resolutions? well i can say in full confidence that i have not accomplished ANY of mine, but luckily for all of us, i've recruited my three best bloggers/friends to help me out.
my resolutions are a little fluffy. but let's be honest - if they're not fun, i won't do them. or rather, i'll probably do them but they won't be good blog fodder at all.
so i've got three.
1. become more domestic - find my signature dessert.
because when you're mormon, you have to bake lots of desserts for things. i want to be the girl that they say this about: "oh, make hollylynn bring a dessert. i love that cake/trifle/torte/thingy she always makes."
2. save money - be more fashion-forward for less.
because when you're a girl, you've got to be as cute as you can for the sake of your own happiness (kidding, kinda). and when there's recession on, suddenly the gap seems to be priced like couture.
3. visit london - visit my girlfriends across the pond.
because when you have friends that actually live in a place you've always wanted to visit, you need to do it! you can pop on over to their flat before you have tea with a bloke you later may snog (ok, probably not the snogging part unless i'm there for months to establish a trusting relationship with this person).
over the next week or so, you'll see guest posts popping up to offer me inspiration in my goal areas.
get excited!
remember those resolutions? well i can say in full confidence that i have not accomplished ANY of mine, but luckily for all of us, i've recruited my three best bloggers/friends to help me out.
my resolutions are a little fluffy. but let's be honest - if they're not fun, i won't do them. or rather, i'll probably do them but they won't be good blog fodder at all.
so i've got three.
1. become more domestic - find my signature dessert.
because when you're mormon, you have to bake lots of desserts for things. i want to be the girl that they say this about: "oh, make hollylynn bring a dessert. i love that cake/trifle/torte/thingy she always makes."
2. save money - be more fashion-forward for less.
because when you're a girl, you've got to be as cute as you can for the sake of your own happiness (kidding, kinda). and when there's recession on, suddenly the gap seems to be priced like couture.
3. visit london - visit my girlfriends across the pond.
because when you have friends that actually live in a place you've always wanted to visit, you need to do it! you can pop on over to their flat before you have tea with a bloke you later may snog (ok, probably not the snogging part unless i'm there for months to establish a trusting relationship with this person).
over the next week or so, you'll see guest posts popping up to offer me inspiration in my goal areas.
get excited!
Monday, January 26, 2009
can i get some cheese for this whine?
sometimes going home, putting on my sweat pants and watching gossip girl and one tree hill in my adorable living room is about all i want to do and the knowledge that in a couple hours i can do just that, is all that keeps me going.
i feel a little sad admitting that here since so many of my readers know me in real life (and are my coworkers/boss, in some cases) but i mean seriously…if you don’t have days like this, you need to write a book and teach seminars on being awesome. in all sincerity, i applaud you.
it’s days like this that i think about vicki on the real housewives of orange county and think: how? how? how? this woman is like 50 years old and she has more spunk and energy than i did when i was 19.
do you think vicki ever gets the 4:00 crash? my 4:00 crash was KILLER today. i was just at my desk, “thinking, thinking, finagling, thinking, typing, typing, thinking, finagling, finagling thinking…” as vicki would say as she taps her acrylic nail against the mahogany desk (seriously! do you watch that show?!), when all the sudden i found myself slouched over my keyboard, eyes drooping halfway down my face, mouth halfway open and i’m sure that crease between my eyebrows as deep as the grand canyon. i know – so attractive!
and then i thought…gossip girl! one tree hill! sweat pants!
i perked right up and got my stuff taken care of.
now if you’ll excuse me, there is some fine tv programming that i must attend to.
i feel a little sad admitting that here since so many of my readers know me in real life (and are my coworkers/boss, in some cases) but i mean seriously…if you don’t have days like this, you need to write a book and teach seminars on being awesome. in all sincerity, i applaud you.
it’s days like this that i think about vicki on the real housewives of orange county and think: how? how? how? this woman is like 50 years old and she has more spunk and energy than i did when i was 19.
do you think vicki ever gets the 4:00 crash? my 4:00 crash was KILLER today. i was just at my desk, “thinking, thinking, finagling, thinking, typing, typing, thinking, finagling, finagling thinking…” as vicki would say as she taps her acrylic nail against the mahogany desk (seriously! do you watch that show?!), when all the sudden i found myself slouched over my keyboard, eyes drooping halfway down my face, mouth halfway open and i’m sure that crease between my eyebrows as deep as the grand canyon. i know – so attractive!
and then i thought…gossip girl! one tree hill! sweat pants!
i perked right up and got my stuff taken care of.
now if you’ll excuse me, there is some fine tv programming that i must attend to.
Friday, January 23, 2009
simple math.
good hair day + extra cold diet coke + second-hand furniture shopping excursion = perfection
have a wonderful weekend!
have a wonderful weekend!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
on my mind today.
i’ve been thinking a couple things:
1. when is someone going to donate the cutest rug in the world to my living room cause?
2. when will my samoas and tagalongs get here?
3. should i leave verizon so i can get an iphone?
i’ve historically left iphones to the people who read twilight and do other “cool” things. as part of my don’t-judge-just-be-happy-and-let-others-do-the-same policy, i’ve actually learned something. would you like me to impart my wisdom?
some things are hyped because they’re pretty cool (american idol).
you know the brainlessness of the masses…sometimes they’re on to something (skinny jeans, i love you).
the question is: is having an iphone worth ending my seven year relationship with verizon?
verizon and i have grown so comfortable with each other. we know each others’ policy loopholes and idiosyncrasies. i always get awesome coverage even when people on other networks don’t. also, I find the “can you hear me now” guy weirdly attractive.
but then again, the iphone is really cool, and if i had one, people would know that i know the iphone is really cool. not that i’m into that sort of thing. because i’m not.
do any of you have the iphone? is it worth it? does at&t have good service in utah?
1. when is someone going to donate the cutest rug in the world to my living room cause?
2. when will my samoas and tagalongs get here?
3. should i leave verizon so i can get an iphone?
i’ve historically left iphones to the people who read twilight and do other “cool” things. as part of my don’t-judge-just-be-happy-and-let-others-do-the-same policy, i’ve actually learned something. would you like me to impart my wisdom?
some things are hyped because they’re pretty cool (american idol).
you know the brainlessness of the masses…sometimes they’re on to something (skinny jeans, i love you).
the question is: is having an iphone worth ending my seven year relationship with verizon?
verizon and i have grown so comfortable with each other. we know each others’ policy loopholes and idiosyncrasies. i always get awesome coverage even when people on other networks don’t. also, I find the “can you hear me now” guy weirdly attractive.
but then again, the iphone is really cool, and if i had one, people would know that i know the iphone is really cool. not that i’m into that sort of thing. because i’m not.
do any of you have the iphone? is it worth it? does at&t have good service in utah?
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
por favor
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thank you thank you!
thank you thank you!
obligatory obama post.
today someone asked me why i hate obama. my response? i don’t. i actually like the guy, and while i do prefer more conservative fiscal policies, right now that’s all just, well, it’s this:
mmhmm. water under the bridge. water under the brooklyn bridge that you have to cross to get to dan and jenny humphrey’s house.
by the way, do you think that rufus and dan and jenny are going to move into the van der woodsen penthouse? that would be so awkward…
but i digress.
as i watched the inaugural speech today, i couldn’t deny that barack obama offers a definite message of hope. my hope? that obama’s hope will shake up enough faith among the individuals in america to inspire a little change in all of us, to step up and make those improvements in our lives necessary to make our country and world a better place.
i know i’ve felt introspective lately. anyone else feeling inspired yet?
photo kyped from entrylevelliving.wordpress.com, arrow added.
Monday, January 19, 2009
let us take a moment.
in light of this season's american idol audition coverage in full swing, i wanted to take a moment to remind us to think about what ai is all about - chutspa.
i think you'll like the powerful harmony starting at 1:20.
i think you'll like the powerful harmony starting at 1:20.
have you heard?
the cw has a new show in the works. the premise? a spin-off of gossip girl that goes deep into the past of lily van der woodsen’s life. this is fabulous for many reasons, but i’ll give ya two:1. josh schwartz project – need i say more?
2. the show will be based in the 80’s - and who doesn't love acid wash and aqua net?
rumor has it that this season finale of gossip girl will serve as a back-door trailer to the new series.
josh shwartz said: "we are inspired by the opportunity to tell overlapping stories and introduce characters that will appear in the past and the present—and hopefully enrich both shows. we love exploring fashion, pop culture, music and a heightened world that's just a little more fun than the one we actually live in. l.a. in the '80s totally fits the bill."
like totally.
Friday, January 16, 2009
q&a with hollylynn
you know, i have a couple talents. one of them is getting sick out of the blue. in light of this, i have compiled this impromptu q&a based loosely on an im conversation with my marisa friend today.you’re welcome!
q: are you sick right how?
a: yeah, isn't that great??
q: Your immune system sucks...I am sorry.
a: i don't think i have an immune system. i think someone snuck into my house, cut it out of me and sold it on the black market for a quick $100
q: weren’t you saying the other day that you were finally feeling better?
a: yes. that will show me to get prideful about it. i'm hoping that this is allergies because my ears are doing that tickly thing
q: good luck. i hope that is what it is. you don't deserve to be sick as much as you are. is your voice a little hoarse?
a: i’m a sick chick, but you didn't see me when i had mono - that was pathetic. i am a little hoarse, and i am scared to death of more laryngitis. laryngitis makes me want to scream, except you know, i can't. because i'd have laryngitis.
image courtesy of someecards.com
for my needy boyfriend.
dear american idol,
who do you think you are, exactly? where do you get off interrupting my life and turning me into one of “those people?” those people who like…read twilight and watch heroes and listen to taylor swift (but taylor, if you’re reading, i do kinda like you).
and you know what I’m talking about. i can be going along, enjoying my little life and doing the things that normal, productive people do, totally unaware of what i’m missing, and then january comes and you remind me of the huge gaping hole that i have worked so hard to fill with mid-week social events, my laundry and intelligent thoughts. you consume me. you’re the neediest boyfriend EVER.
and you knew just how to hook me in the first place. last year when i had mono, you comforted me on weeknights. i fell asleep to christy lee cook NEVER GOING HOME even though randy said “it was just a’ight for me, dawg.” i fell in love with david cook when he busted out “always be my baby” and couldn’t get enough of paula’s fabulous shoes and adorable headbands and pure crazy.
anyway, after you had given me companionship in my time of need, who am i to desert you now, when the critics are all saying you’ve passed your peak and that you’re on your way out? tell me, what good girlfriend would do that?? i would not. i owe you, american idol. you had me at david cook’s fab rendition of “hello.” well ok actually you had me way before that. i think i loved you before i knew you.
but i am a teeny bit mad at you, still.
xoxo
hollylynn
who do you think you are, exactly? where do you get off interrupting my life and turning me into one of “those people?” those people who like…read twilight and watch heroes and listen to taylor swift (but taylor, if you’re reading, i do kinda like you).
and you know what I’m talking about. i can be going along, enjoying my little life and doing the things that normal, productive people do, totally unaware of what i’m missing, and then january comes and you remind me of the huge gaping hole that i have worked so hard to fill with mid-week social events, my laundry and intelligent thoughts. you consume me. you’re the neediest boyfriend EVER.
and you knew just how to hook me in the first place. last year when i had mono, you comforted me on weeknights. i fell asleep to christy lee cook NEVER GOING HOME even though randy said “it was just a’ight for me, dawg.” i fell in love with david cook when he busted out “always be my baby” and couldn’t get enough of paula’s fabulous shoes and adorable headbands and pure crazy.
anyway, after you had given me companionship in my time of need, who am i to desert you now, when the critics are all saying you’ve passed your peak and that you’re on your way out? tell me, what good girlfriend would do that?? i would not. i owe you, american idol. you had me at david cook’s fab rendition of “hello.” well ok actually you had me way before that. i think i loved you before i knew you.
but i am a teeny bit mad at you, still.
xoxo
hollylynn
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
time for some unrealistic demands!
everyone's favorite time of day.
so, you may remember that my roommate moved out and the hardships i have thus far endured as a result.
another thing that happened when she moved out? all the decorations moved out too. i wasn't too heartbroken to lose most of them because they weren't really my flava. but now, my house is
empty.
boring.
sterile.
white.
looks like boys live here. <-- but don't worry. when i said this to a guy the other day he said, "no, i have more stuff than this at my house." thanks!
another thing that happened when she moved out? all the decorations moved out too. i wasn't too heartbroken to lose most of them because they weren't really my flava. but now, my house is
empty.
boring.
sterile.
white.
looks like boys live here. <-- but don't worry. when i said this to a guy the other day he said, "no, i have more stuff than this at my house." thanks!
anyway, i've been able to spread a thin layer of my belongings throughout the place and it's not great but it looks like someone lives here.
i just have this one empty wall in my living room and i want some cool art for it. the catch? fill the wall with an awesome painting with the $50 i have left of my christmas money.
that's not realistic, is it?
i love both of these walls here...i need to copy one.
pictures courtesy of west elm and apartment therapy.
i just have this one empty wall in my living room and i want some cool art for it. the catch? fill the wall with an awesome painting with the $50 i have left of my christmas money.
that's not realistic, is it?
i love both of these walls here...i need to copy one.
pictures courtesy of west elm and apartment therapy.
i enjoy being a girl.
some days, my fairly simple beauty routine feels like a hassle and i stop and think what personal grooming double standards we have in our society and i get kind of bent out of shape about it.
"hi, i'm a guy. i didn't shave today and now i ooze sex appeal, if you're into that rugged, manly thing."
"hi, i'm a girl. i didn't put on my makeup today and now children run away from me in the street covering their faces, screaming, 'the horror! the horror!'"
but then i remember how annoying it is when women complain about the bounds our patriarchal society has placed on women, sitting there looking bitter and unkempt.
and i think about how nice it is to smell pretty and wear feminine clothes and have makeup to cover up any adult acne that i sure don't have but it's nice to know i have a plan of action should it appear...
that's when i double up on the eyeliner, wear heels and fishnets, and thank my lucky stars i'm not a boy.
the end.
"hi, i'm a guy. i didn't shave today and now i ooze sex appeal, if you're into that rugged, manly thing."
"hi, i'm a girl. i didn't put on my makeup today and now children run away from me in the street covering their faces, screaming, 'the horror! the horror!'"
but then i remember how annoying it is when women complain about the bounds our patriarchal society has placed on women, sitting there looking bitter and unkempt.
and i think about how nice it is to smell pretty and wear feminine clothes and have makeup to cover up any adult acne that i sure don't have but it's nice to know i have a plan of action should it appear...
that's when i double up on the eyeliner, wear heels and fishnets, and thank my lucky stars i'm not a boy.
the end.
Monday, January 12, 2009
morsel of sweet utah goodness.
i learned my new favorite pickup line last night:
“you must be virtue, because you’ve been garnishing my thoughts unceasingly.”
thanks, mark with the bowtie…wherever you are.
“you must be virtue, because you’ve been garnishing my thoughts unceasingly.”
thanks, mark with the bowtie…wherever you are.
Saturday, January 10, 2009
ladies and gents, my sister.
i love her so. she's kind of like me, but at a 6 year delay, and funnier.
sis's facebook status was recently: lulu is going to go crazy. this paper is killllling me!
i call her lulu but that isn't her name. anyhooha, we had this im conversation as a result:
hollylynn: how's that paper?
lulu: its a killer
hollylynn: what is it?
lulu: its a five page paper on this article and i cant quote anything from it
hollylynn: how long is the article?
lulu: two pages.
hollylynn: haha
lulu: yeah. it's like an exposition
hollylynn: so... it's like what you think about it?
lulu: pretty much
and honestly
i dont think much of it
sis's facebook status was recently: lulu is going to go crazy. this paper is killllling me!
i call her lulu but that isn't her name. anyhooha, we had this im conversation as a result:
hollylynn: how's that paper?
lulu: its a killer
hollylynn: what is it?
lulu: its a five page paper on this article and i cant quote anything from it
hollylynn: how long is the article?
lulu: two pages.
hollylynn: haha
lulu: yeah. it's like an exposition
hollylynn: so... it's like what you think about it?
lulu: pretty much
and honestly
i dont think much of it
Thursday, January 8, 2009
major award.
i read somewhere that when life hands you lemons, that you should find someone who's life has handed them vodka, and then have a party.
but i'm mormon and i don't really get that joke.
anyway, whilst blog stalking tonight, i found that bakergirl, one of my loverly followers, gave me the lemonade award, which supposedly awards my attitude (first positive feedback i've gotten on my blog attitude like...ever. thanks!)
now, i don't do tags. i hold pretty darn firm there. but, y'all know that if someone wants to award me with something, i will take it any day of the week.
the award has rules. and here they are:
but i'm mormon and i don't really get that joke.
anyway, whilst blog stalking tonight, i found that bakergirl, one of my loverly followers, gave me the lemonade award, which supposedly awards my attitude (first positive feedback i've gotten on my blog attitude like...ever. thanks!)
now, i don't do tags. i hold pretty darn firm there. but, y'all know that if someone wants to award me with something, i will take it any day of the week.
the award has rules. and here they are:
1. Thank the person who was so thoughtful for giving you this award by linking their blog to this post.
2. Put the logo on your blog or post.
3. Nominate 10 blogs which show great attitude/gratitude.
4. Link your nominee to your post.
5. Comment them to tell them about the award they've won.
2. Put the logo on your blog or post.
3. Nominate 10 blogs which show great attitude/gratitude.
4. Link your nominee to your post.
5. Comment them to tell them about the award they've won.
and the nominees for great attitude/gratitude are:
2. anywho...
3. smatchoo?!
9. that's all.
10. securityville
i’m kind of old.
when did you stop thinking in semesters?
today i had some paperwork to sign for my apartment, so i went in to the property manager’s office to get ‘er done (yeah i just said that). he told me that lots of people are trying to get out of their leases right now, and that this is the worst time of the year to find new renters because the semester just started.
i live in a place with lots of single working people, but i rarely meet a student. do these working people stay in semester mode for a freakishly long time, or is my neighborhood crawling with students and i don’t realize it? maybe i’m distancing myself from them all in some subconscious effort to suppress painful college memories of the best friends i’ve ever had, my whole life ahead of me and the world at my feet…
anyhooha, it made me realize that i don’t even think in semesters anymore.
i guess i’m all grown up now.
today i had some paperwork to sign for my apartment, so i went in to the property manager’s office to get ‘er done (yeah i just said that). he told me that lots of people are trying to get out of their leases right now, and that this is the worst time of the year to find new renters because the semester just started.
i live in a place with lots of single working people, but i rarely meet a student. do these working people stay in semester mode for a freakishly long time, or is my neighborhood crawling with students and i don’t realize it? maybe i’m distancing myself from them all in some subconscious effort to suppress painful college memories of the best friends i’ve ever had, my whole life ahead of me and the world at my feet…
anyhooha, it made me realize that i don’t even think in semesters anymore.
i guess i’m all grown up now.
hey
does my layout look all messed up to you, or is it just my computer?
you better get your act together, blogger...
you better get your act together, blogger...
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
you reach a point
when you no longer have the stamina to be "cool."
when you realize you like a lot of different things, and that's ok.
when proving to other people that you are unique and fabulous ceases to be a priority.
when you get over being right and instead become interested in being happy.
what is that point? i like to think that it doesn't come from the world beating you into the ground until you can no longer hold your head up, but from growing up a little and learning to accept some things in life. but i could be wrong (but i'm usually not wrong).
at some point, i think a person needs to give up being stuck up about her own brand and showing the world what a special individual she truly is, and instead decide to be happy and therefore, surround herself with other people who also want to be happy. decide to appreciate things and people for what/who they are even if they aren't her style.
we hold hands and love each other.
wait a minute, damn hippies.
all i'm saying is: think about it.
all the things that make us stand apart from the crowd are like sprinkles on a cupcake. while they're novel decoration and disguise the outside of the cupcake, they add nothing to the integrity or structure to the cake or icing, usually don't taste like anything and more often than not, get stuck in your teeth.
sprinkles may draw you to the dessert initially, but when you're in the thick of dense cake and rich buttercream, you start thinking, "sprinkles who?"
just like you forget about your neighbor's love for summer scarves and affinity for red nail polish. or whatever. you forget about all that after she drives you to the emergency room or brings you the us weekly after she reads it or listens to you jabber about how much you miss your mom.
i don't know what my point is here. do you?
when you realize you like a lot of different things, and that's ok.
when proving to other people that you are unique and fabulous ceases to be a priority.
when you get over being right and instead become interested in being happy.
what is that point? i like to think that it doesn't come from the world beating you into the ground until you can no longer hold your head up, but from growing up a little and learning to accept some things in life. but i could be wrong (but i'm usually not wrong).
at some point, i think a person needs to give up being stuck up about her own brand and showing the world what a special individual she truly is, and instead decide to be happy and therefore, surround herself with other people who also want to be happy. decide to appreciate things and people for what/who they are even if they aren't her style.
we hold hands and love each other.
wait a minute, damn hippies.
all i'm saying is: think about it.
all the things that make us stand apart from the crowd are like sprinkles on a cupcake. while they're novel decoration and disguise the outside of the cupcake, they add nothing to the integrity or structure to the cake or icing, usually don't taste like anything and more often than not, get stuck in your teeth.
sprinkles may draw you to the dessert initially, but when you're in the thick of dense cake and rich buttercream, you start thinking, "sprinkles who?"
just like you forget about your neighbor's love for summer scarves and affinity for red nail polish. or whatever. you forget about all that after she drives you to the emergency room or brings you the us weekly after she reads it or listens to you jabber about how much you miss your mom.
i don't know what my point is here. do you?
Monday, January 5, 2009
never say never...
but i'm never going to make my blog private.
some of my people are doing it...
but as my dad would say, "if everyone you know jumped off the petumious cauldron, would YOU JUMP TOO?!"
xoxo,
hollylynn
p.s. name that movie. you will nevah evah get it. but if you do, i will straight up marry you tomorrow. just be advised that i don't have any power or heat at my house and it never stops snowing here.
some of my people are doing it...
but as my dad would say, "if everyone you know jumped off the petumious cauldron, would YOU JUMP TOO?!"
xoxo,
hollylynn
p.s. name that movie. you will nevah evah get it. but if you do, i will straight up marry you tomorrow. just be advised that i don't have any power or heat at my house and it never stops snowing here.
i love my life.
so today i get out of work and of course trudge through 6 inches of charming utah powder in my ballet flats. i get it, i'm stupid.
then i make the one mile, 30 minute trek home along with hundreds of other drivers that i swear have been air lifted here from pasadena just this afternoon. i figure it's probably not a good idea to go to salt lake tonight like i had originally planned.
but then i go home and oh, what's this? no power or heat at my place because the roommate who moved out had everything shut off last week and didn't tell me? and even though i had things turned back on and paid the asinine deposits and was told i would be made a priority given the weather, everything was STILL in the off position like my ipod during an airplane landing (that always annoys me)?
yeah.
oh, and my cell phone battery is dying and i've been on hold with the power company for 20 minutes with no sign of a customer service rep helping me in the next year or so?
you get it.
so i use the remaining cell phone battery i've got to illuminate my room enough to locate: cell phone charger, laptop, laptop charger, purse, coat, scarf, boots and any two socks, load everything up and head out.
and i have no food in my house because i only got back from christmas six days ago and hadn't made it to the store yet (again, stupid) and i was planning on having something tasty during my supposed jaunt to salt lake, natch.
no problem, i thought. there is a little caesar's on the way to my friends' house. i'll grab a $5 pizza. and can i tell you i was quite a sight at that little caesar's. picture this:
green sweatpants tucked into my furry brown boots
matching green hoodie (hood ON my head)
remains of today's makeup lining the crevasses of the stress wrinkles around my eyes and mouth
cashmere pashmina draped elegantly about my neck
black pea coat topping it all off
bad attitude seeping from my pores
only, what's this? hollylynn's wallet fell out of her purse somewhere between the illuminated office and the illuminated pizza joint? and she doesn't get any dinner? and hopefully she can find her wallet if/when her power and heat ever are turned on?
suffice it to say, it hasn't been my night.
my dear friends are letting me blog, call the utility company and rant incoherently at their kitchen table while i wait. i love them.
but they don't have tv. and i am missing gossip girl.
don't tell me what i missed.
but i hear aaron rose is gone-zo. and i couldn't be happier.
then i make the one mile, 30 minute trek home along with hundreds of other drivers that i swear have been air lifted here from pasadena just this afternoon. i figure it's probably not a good idea to go to salt lake tonight like i had originally planned.
but then i go home and oh, what's this? no power or heat at my place because the roommate who moved out had everything shut off last week and didn't tell me? and even though i had things turned back on and paid the asinine deposits and was told i would be made a priority given the weather, everything was STILL in the off position like my ipod during an airplane landing (that always annoys me)?
yeah.
oh, and my cell phone battery is dying and i've been on hold with the power company for 20 minutes with no sign of a customer service rep helping me in the next year or so?
you get it.
so i use the remaining cell phone battery i've got to illuminate my room enough to locate: cell phone charger, laptop, laptop charger, purse, coat, scarf, boots and any two socks, load everything up and head out.
and i have no food in my house because i only got back from christmas six days ago and hadn't made it to the store yet (again, stupid) and i was planning on having something tasty during my supposed jaunt to salt lake, natch.
no problem, i thought. there is a little caesar's on the way to my friends' house. i'll grab a $5 pizza. and can i tell you i was quite a sight at that little caesar's. picture this:
green sweatpants tucked into my furry brown boots
matching green hoodie (hood ON my head)
remains of today's makeup lining the crevasses of the stress wrinkles around my eyes and mouth
cashmere pashmina draped elegantly about my neck
black pea coat topping it all off
bad attitude seeping from my pores
only, what's this? hollylynn's wallet fell out of her purse somewhere between the illuminated office and the illuminated pizza joint? and she doesn't get any dinner? and hopefully she can find her wallet if/when her power and heat ever are turned on?
suffice it to say, it hasn't been my night.
my dear friends are letting me blog, call the utility company and rant incoherently at their kitchen table while i wait. i love them.
but they don't have tv. and i am missing gossip girl.
don't tell me what i missed.
but i hear aaron rose is gone-zo. and i couldn't be happier.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
here's one for you...
do you ever sit there eating chips, watching ace of cakes at 11pm on a thursday and realize:
1. you need to post, stat, or your followers will start dropping like flies
2. chips aren't a part of your 2009 diet and any caloric intake at 11pm is just plain masochism
3. you missed all your shows this week and now you have to watch them online on top of all the other stuff you've got going on during your very busy stay-cation?
i'm telling you right now, it's a heavy feeling. i don't really recommend it.
so here i am. posting. slowing down with the chips a bit. getting giddy about my impending gossip girl/one tree hill/kath and kim/30 rock extravaganza.
but, i actually do have a point (there's a first time for everything). it came to me as i sat watching the new year's day special on pbs with my grandparents. they have been watching this special, hosted this year by the lovely julie andrews, for the past 25 years.
amid the strauss polkas and ballet dances of this year's vienna festivities, ms. andrews wished the viewers a happy new year and encouraged us to take heart and be of good cheer.
i like that attitude, and it reminded me of a quote from gordon b. hinckley that i hope to keep more front-of-mind in 2009:
i think that about sums it up.
happy new year!
and thanks, erin, for reminding me of the quote every time i read your blog.
1. you need to post, stat, or your followers will start dropping like flies
2. chips aren't a part of your 2009 diet and any caloric intake at 11pm is just plain masochism
3. you missed all your shows this week and now you have to watch them online on top of all the other stuff you've got going on during your very busy stay-cation?
i'm telling you right now, it's a heavy feeling. i don't really recommend it.
so here i am. posting. slowing down with the chips a bit. getting giddy about my impending gossip girl/one tree hill/kath and kim/30 rock extravaganza.
but, i actually do have a point (there's a first time for everything). it came to me as i sat watching the new year's day special on pbs with my grandparents. they have been watching this special, hosted this year by the lovely julie andrews, for the past 25 years.
amid the strauss polkas and ballet dances of this year's vienna festivities, ms. andrews wished the viewers a happy new year and encouraged us to take heart and be of good cheer.
i like that attitude, and it reminded me of a quote from gordon b. hinckley that i hope to keep more front-of-mind in 2009:
go forward in life with a twinkle in your eye and a smile on your face, but with great and strong purpose in your heart. love life and look for its opportunities.
i think that about sums it up.
happy new year!
and thanks, erin, for reminding me of the quote every time i read your blog.
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