Life After 30Rock

I didn't join the fever originally, but I have been on quite the Lost kick recently. Mystery? Sure, I'm down. Sexual tension x infinity? Errkay. Hurley the gentlest giant in ze land? Yass Yass.

Now, I would be fine with just these elements. There are complex layers and the plot is woven in a way that makes you wanna play work hooky for hours and hours so you can find Claire and see the crazy French bitch electrocute some more islanders. It's good, really good. But that's not why I love it.

I love it because every episode is chock full of genuine, raw human interaction and/or experience: the way Charile offers Claire an empty jar, pretending that it's peanut butter for her pregnant cravings ("Dip your fingers in, it's crunchy"), or the way that loner black lady holds onto her grief sitting way up high on the dunes. There's something brilliant about a story that throws a bunch of strangers together by chance, making them join together out of necessity or pushing them to the brink of solitary madness. Moreover, there's something romantic about watching moments that everyday ole us remember, dream of, and cringe at.

Praiiiise the Netflix gods. There is life after 30Rock.

Choozy Choozy.

Fortune cookie: "All decisions you make are the right ones"

Recently, I've been thinking about bad decisions and how we're supposed to choose when faced with a million options: where to work, who to date, which friend groups to run in, and which books to devour. It's stressful. You don't want to waste your time stomping down dead end paths. These past three months I've been running in all directions. Trying to experience a bit of everything and push forward on paths that are the right ones. The thing about decisions, though, is that you're going to make bad ones. There are too many to make and no one is going to TELL you what to do. But, I've come to realize that that's kind of a great thing. An awesome thing, really. Being thrown into decisions, alone and uncertain, is the only way we grow and get better. Bad decisions are really quite good for us if we're talking big picture. Sink or swim. The process of it all (deciding, adapting, creating, and destroying) shapes us. We create ourselves in our own image. Yes, there are other factors and it's more complicated than that, but it's mostly just us. 

Today I feel pretty good knowing that I can choose and whatever I choose is going to be right. Onward and upward. zoom zoom. 

Blud Mewn.

Last night wuz the blood moon eclipseeee!
*spooky music plays*
*Stephanie Meyer breathes heavily*

















Now, the moon holds a special significance for me because, when I was a little tater tot, my mom (Kel) and I would say "Love you to the moon and back" to each other after bedtime stories. Somewhere along the way this all stopped. (Probably because I turned into a puberty monster), but...

...good news! "Love you to the moon and back" made a COMEBACK recently when I studied abroad in Argentina. Whenever we would sign off from the interwebz, we would say it, shout it, sing it. This time though, we did so in Essspanish. "Te quiero a la luna y regresar". Buenos Aires is a city I'll carry with me forever, but it also came with many-a-speedbump and it was good to have something familiar, even if that was only some moontalk from toddlerhood.

Aiight, aiight, you get it. Me and the moon are tight. Well, that obvi made me hyped to see the blood eclipse. So, a roomie, Kay-babe, and I bought blowpops (watermelon, duh) and looked out to see if we could catch it...

Thing izzzz...it was cloudy AF and didn't even start until 2am. So, instead Justin came over and, with blowpops in hand, we fell into the internet instead. How www.chihuahua-names.com hasn't gotten national media attention is beyond me.


Luckily, Imgurians pulled through for me with the lapsing gif above and the bomb Arizona shot below. Soi awesome.
+10 for you moon, you go moon.




Also, in case you didn't get your fix of GOT gifs from my last post. On pooiiiint to however made this gem...



All for now folkssss.

Versace.Versace.Versace.

GOT SPOILERS BEWARE. (Like you're not caught up though, Lannister pleasseee)

The return of spring is great for many reasons. Here are a few:

1. My birthday kicks it off. That means strawberry cake mmmkkkkk.
2. tank top season.
3. Warm.
4. Warm.
5. Outside Dartying
6. Eno Hangouts

Now, I love when the above springtivites happen. It's kewl. It's fun. But, there's one spring thing that trumps it all: the return of da television. This spring wasn't just any TV comeback, though.

DASS RIGHT

G.O.T. IS BAK.

Tonight was the Ep 2, Season 4 and let me tell you something. It should not be called Season 4 because it is not a season. It's a straightup SASSon. Everybody is throwing shade and giving reads and poisoning kings.

And I'm loving it.

Previously on the leaderboard for sass were these two hussies. Arya and Cersei. The eye rolls, the sword stabs, and the hair flips (yes, you can still flip that boy bob) peppered the first episode.

















Shade.  Shade.



























Triple Shade.




Tonight's episode, though, was a different story entirely. Arya wasn't even in it so bai you've been dethroned. Cersei was just too drunk to even be considered present so she's gone too. Who does that leave to usurp the Shady Thone, you might ask?

That's right. my girl, GMA TYRELL



The name's Olenna Tyrell, but because of her dope outfit tonight she is now and forever the beloved Versace.

In past episodes I had an eye on this feisty sartorialist. Like when she did this...



...I was like "I need more"

And more I HAD on tonight's episode. Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby J got assassinated but Versace did not even care. She sipped on her Merlot in her fine ass silk tunic and said "Bai little lion, haaaay Queen Margery". And it's not like I think she would even have changed her attitude if she was accused of being the assassin (Poor little dwarf). She is too old to care about eeeenybody. She does her, she keeps it real, and if she gets killed off I won't be able to continue.

Now if only we can get her to pose with a troupe of corgis and/or Meryl Streep...






Side note: I want to go to here. (You kno what im talkin bout Justin)

Mary the Piano Wonder

About the time I moved in with Mary the painter/dog-lover/wine-guzzler at the beginning of the summer, I had a spontaneous desire to learn piano...and play some pop songs, obviously (Gaga, Marina & the Diamonds, and the like).

Lucky for me, Mary already had a keyboard located conveniently in my new room! She was also nice enough to let me use her piano books from when she was a kid. These weren't just any piano books, though. These books contained wrinkled margins full of the illegible scribbles of Toddler Mary.  After a bit of decoding, I figured out that Mary, from an early age, would not stand to have her self-esteem trampled on by some stuffy piano maestro. She was a star and C Major could suck it. Some of the highlights the Mary Piano Diary were: "F" marks changed to "A"s, "wrong" changed to "Way to Go!", and "Needs Improvement" changed to "Needs a talent agent!" To call that little Polish girl precocious would be the understatement of the year ha.

Alas, these kiddie books weren't doing it for me sooo I ordered some new ones. The one that I'm most excited for is...wait for it...Gaga sheet music 101! And even though I leave for Buenos Aires in two weeks (eep!) I'm going to try to learn all I can until then.

So sad I can't take Mary with me but maybe I can take a book or two and, when I'm missing Cross Creek Cafe (our local hangout), chuckle about the girl who dreamed of being a star against all odds.

It's Been A Hot Second...

It's been a hot second since I blogged but lemme tell YOU something.

Update on my whereabouts!

I'm currently interning at three, an Ad and PR agency in Atlanta. I'm doing PR for them so that means pitches, press releases, and general, random scribbled blurbs--anything keeping me writing is a plus! I also went to an Atlanta Rollerderby "bout" recently to help out with a photobooth that Moe's, a three client, setup. The rollergirl who helped us set up? Rudy Huxtabrawl. What a clevah lass!

In other news, I just got gum surgery soooo I look a lot like this now:

and when I find foods that I can eat I feel a little like this:

I also moved to Buckhead while I intern! Mary is the roommates name. She paints (Grad from SCAD), she's cayute, and she's AVAILABLE.

REAL-TIME update!

Eating spaghetti at my desk. 

What I think it looks like:      What is actually happening:

Thinking I'll spare you an actual picture.

More to folloowww soon.

 hooootie whooooo

Spring, Sprang, Sprung Threadz

It may not be another month til springtime but the weather (sunny with a chance of sunny) and the new vintage clothing (baby green plaid shirts with a chance of striped rompers) says otherwise. Spring has sprung and aint nobody mad!

DyNaMiTe Vintage Clothing in downtown Athenz jumped on the spring wagon and AlliePop and I found some goodies. Flower corduroys, Flower romper, "unicorn jumpin through yo ear" earring. nuff said.

Also, it may not be a "spring thing" piece but Lori, The Vintage Vixen, was holdin the most bomb fur vest for me. Black n White for when I become a Brooklynite (left)

Also, found this baby plant peeking out of the corner of Jittery Joes Coffee Shop when I was doin homewerk.

Coffee. Shrubs. Love.

Also, Also.

Always Baked Update!

Work at Always Baked Bakery has been going well for the past couple of weeks. making cookies. eating cookies....eating more cookies. 

But...a couple days ago I tripped (too lanky!), spilled an entire mop bucket (bleach city), and pulled down a rack of dishes in an attempt to get my balance (smash, shatter, and roll) 

Below is what became of my purple pants. I guess I gotta bleach those suckers completely noww. Washed Out Plum? #DontHateIt

Now I zzzzz. Midterms Upon Us! I am toast.