Jobs I Wish I Could Have

In the midst of applying for a ton of different jobs, some of which are kind of awesome (I seriously want to work at Marshall's!) and some that are not so great (7-11 cashier), I have found myself wishing for other jobs entirely.  Some of these jobs might not even exist, but I still want them anyway. So behold, a list of things that I wish someone would pay me to do!

1. Be a hacky sack extra: If you pay attention when watching any movie (or tv show) ever that has involved a college or high school, you will notice they all have one thing in common.  There will be people hacky sacking at some point in the movie (or tv show).  They are usually kind of terrible at it too.  I could be that hacky sack extra! And I'm also pretty good at keeping it up for a while. (Get your mind out of the gutter.)  Sure people might be a little distracted from the actual plot development when they notice that there's a female who's pretty awesome at hacky sacking (a very male dominated activity), in the background.  But I could mess up on purpose a few times so I'm not so distracting.  Fun fact: I was president of the hacky sack club at my university during my sophomore year.

You probably think this wasn't me becuase of the pink shoes. Well my art professor decided the shot needed more contrast,
so I borrowed my roommate's pink shoes.  Also skinny jeans are way better for hacky sacking than flared legs.

2. Read books and watch movies: This is something I do all the time anyway, so I wish that someone would pay me for it.  I would review them and everything, which I already do with lots of movies.

3. Give my opinion on every single thing ever: Give me a topic and I'll tell you what I think about it.  If I don't know what the topic actually is, I'll just make something up.  Why won't anyone pay me to do this?  I love talking about my opinion all day long: I love this show, this hot chocolate is awesome, oh no I think I have food poisoning, ginger ale is awesome.  It's a gift, really.

4. Eat ice cream: I am so serious right now. How do I get a job as a new ice cream flavor sampler, because sign me up right now!  I don't think it's any secret that I love my ice cream.  It's also a good source of calcium when I don't drink milk regularly, except on my Lucky Charms.  Just call me a health superhero.

5. Write the sayings on the insides of Sobe caps: This is clearly a job that someone does, and I have a feeling that the person who does this job does not speak English fluently.  I can generate random phrases with the best of them.  (Sidenote: I've had multiple Sobe caps that said "Get Out of There" on them; I don't like it when my beverage tries to frighten me)  So, Sobe cap saying generator person, I take your "fist pump" and raise you a "party rock"  Your move buddy.  Here's one more to think about "YOLO".  (Obviously I wouldn't use YOLO or party rock.  Those are merely sarcastic examples.)

Oh no, it seems that I have written another list with a normal number of items on it. Oh well, I'm going back to bed now.  Who has two thumbs and couldn't fall asleep until 5 in the morning? This girl.

Stuff G Says

Warning: If you have a queasy stomach when you read the word "puke", don't read this.

So yesterday my stomach hurt REAAAAAAALLLY bad, and I tweeted that it felt like an Alien was trying to eat its way out of my stomach.  I went to G's that evening, because he had ginger ale and comfy sweats and I had neither of those things.  He was being so sweet and trying to take care of me.

G: So what do you want me to make you for dinner?
Me: If I eat anything, I will puke but thanks for the offer.
G: No you need to eat something. How about soup?
Me: I will seriously puke no matter what I eat, even soup.
G: Here's some chicken soup. I'll make it for you.
Me: I will puke if I eat chicken soup or anything else.
G: But I love you, and love means no puke.

A little while later:

G: Seriously though, what are we going to have for dinner?
Me: I'm having nothing and you can have whatever you want.
G: WE can have chicken soup for dinner.
Me: I will still puke if I eat anything.
G: We can puke together then.
Me: Um, that's sweet I guess, but I'll pass.

So then I went to bed a little while after that without eating anything and woke this morning and my tummy is mostly all better.

I am Quirky, but so are You

Everyone has things that make them who they are, things that are specifically unique to them, things that might make people think they are crazy.  Here are some of mine.

I love to share recipes on my blog, but they never include measurements or cooking times. When I make up recipes, I never use measurements or cooking times. I only ever measure ingredients when I'm baking because not doing so ends in disaster for me. I like to dance around the kitchen or run back and forth from the chair to the wall while I'm waiting for water to boil, because it is so boring to just stand there and wait.

Sometimes when I blog, I'll use British phrases, though I rarely do in real life. In real life, if I try to do an accent, all I end up doing is making my voice higher pitched and say something specific to the country the accent is supposed to be from. For example,my British accent "Cheerio old chap, let's get tea with the Queen".

I love laughing at my own jokes, no matter how lame they may be. My boyfriend will tell me my joke wasn't funny and I'll reply, "I'm sorry, did you hear how much it made me laugh? I tell jokes to make me laugh, not you." I firmly believe that laughing at my own jokes (or sometimes just at myself) is the secret to my happiness, along with lots and lots of ice cream :) I am very easily entertained and it does not take much to make me laugh, and even less to make me smile.

I love having my nails painted but almost never take time out of my life to paint them.  Sometimes I'll just paint them on one hand, because I always smudge the second hand when I don't wait long enough for them to dry.  I have never gotten a professional manicure or pedicure.  I never painted my toenails until about last year.  I didn't wear makeup until I stopped being able to walk.  I found that it helped my self-esteem and sometimes made people see me as a real person and not just as that girl in the wheelchair.

I love headbanging.  Loud music makes me so motivated.  I was raised on country, but then my brother finally convinced me to listen to Metallica and there was no turning back.  Now I like very few country songs (I find them mostly whiny and complainy which is just depressing)  I love metal, but I also love classic rock, lots of folk, and most indie and alternative.  I also like hip hop now, thanks to G's influence, as well as the fact that he used to play only the same two hip hop CDs over and over in his car until I finally started singing along with parts of them.  Lately I have been dancing all the time, even when there's no music on.  I think it's because lately I've been extra happy, despite the stress of having to find a new job and place to live.

I got the idea for this post from one of my favorite blogs, Wake Up, Lovely.  If you don't read it, you probably should.  She almost always puts me in a positive mood and she has a fantastic blog design/fonts as well (I'm a design nerd.)

this picture is old but I love it, headbanging and air guitar in my pretty dress :)



Friday Fashion: What to Wear to the Post Office

I am sure that some of you have needed to go to the post office.  Maybe you had to mail a letter, or pick up a package, or buy some stamps.  And maybe you wondered, 'What does a stylish lady (or dapper gentleman) such as myself wear to the post office?!' Well fear not. I am here to answer your question.  You are no longer expected to get dressed up in your Sunday Best for a trip to the post office.  It's not like going to the movies or the airport.  You can actually just wear whatever you have on.  I'll just give you a minute while that sinks in.  Has the concept satisfactorily saturated your grey matter? Great, then I can move on.  As I said, you can wear anything you like to the post office.  When you get dressed, just treat it like a trip to the grocery store, meaning you can wear a baseball cap, sweats, a baggy tee shirt, and no makeup.  (Disclaimer: I don't wear that stuff to the grocery store. I'm trying to be somewhat humorous and you're ruining that by making me explain myself.)  Or if you're feeling like looking like you aren't either homeless or a celebrity trying not to be recognized, you can do what I did.  I just thought of the color scheme on air mail envelopes and put together my outfit based on that.  (That's not really true, but I did accidentally use those colors.)  If you aren't aware, air mail envelopes have red and blue diagonal stripes around the borders.  I think it's to say, this mail is patriotic!  I didn't have anything with red and blue diagonal stripes, so I went with a more subtle approach.  I used a blue long sleeved shirt layerd under a dress which had some of the same shade of blue in the pattern, then layered a red coat over the top.  But surely you don't want to here me blather on about that, so just look at the pictures.

You can't tell because I took this picture at night, but my thumbnail has blue and purple glitter on it.
I'll pretend that I did that purpose so it would match my dress.

And as an added bonus, this is the sort of outfit that you should wear to the park, especially if you live in Seattle. The cardigan layer is a must with our weather, which goes from sunny one minute to pouring rain the next.I would really love to wear this outfit, especially the shoes.  I love brightly colored shoes and orange is my favorite color.

Take me to the Park by jaythejedi featuring ruched tops

And if you want to be oh-so-stylish like me, don't forget to enter my giveaway to win a piece of jewelry that I made.