I love a good weekend.
A weekend of relaxing. An extra day where I take a mental health day to recoup. Watching Arsenic and Old Lace with my sister-in-law and niece (I think we're on four years running with this tradition. We all adore Cary Grant.).
And then Monday comes around.
I've found that living in a basement apartment brings me trouble. I used to use the sun as an alarm clock. Currently, I don't see the sun in the morning. It's dark. So mornings are getting a little harder for me to handle.
So... what's on tap this week? Well, I've already landed myself an internship for next semester so it's figuring out 3-4 learning outcomes for that. As well as work, starting my paper, and getting ready for the Witches' night my friends and I are having.
But tonight? Tonight is always spent at the gym with my friend Lucy. We go and we work up a good sweat. Because I need to lose weight. Seriously. I think I'm going to have to post one of these days telling you about my journey/story of losing weight. But I do love gym night.
Now I should go to bed. Since I'm having trouble waking up and all.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Saturday, October 20, 2012
Saturday Stories: The Library Part 2
I'm running out of stories.
That's a bit scary for me.
Maybe I'm not the dating aficionado that I make myself out to be. There was that five year dry spell... and then the two year after that...
But, none the less, I shall dig into my recesses and find more after this weekend...
Today's story, once again, occurred in the library. (After it happened, I seriously questioned my choice of degree).
I was straightening books, counting down the minutes until I could go home (sounds pretty much like my real job on some days).
And then, someone said something.
It's a downtown city library so there are plenty of crazies or homeless people who stay there in the middle of winter to keep warm and be off the street. It's free. There are places to sit. So I just assumed that he was crazy...
Nope.
He repeated himself. He was talking to me.
He asked if I worked at the library. He asked why I worked at the library. He asked if I had a boyfriend. Then he asked me for my number and if we could go out for coffee.
I panicked. This was maybe the first time in my life a man had asked for my phone number. Sure, I'd lost a lot of weight (to be documented in a future blog post), but I couldn't be THAT attractive... Or could I?
So, I gave him my number.
And prayed that he wouldn't call.
Later that day, I missed a phone call. When I googled the number, it came from the homeless shelter. But the guy had a cell phone.
I never got another phone call.
And I've yet to find another man to pick me up. Apparently I need to start going back to the library.
That's a bit scary for me.
Maybe I'm not the dating aficionado that I make myself out to be. There was that five year dry spell... and then the two year after that...
But, none the less, I shall dig into my recesses and find more after this weekend...
Today's story, once again, occurred in the library. (After it happened, I seriously questioned my choice of degree).
I was straightening books, counting down the minutes until I could go home (sounds pretty much like my real job on some days).
And then, someone said something.
It's a downtown city library so there are plenty of crazies or homeless people who stay there in the middle of winter to keep warm and be off the street. It's free. There are places to sit. So I just assumed that he was crazy...
Nope.
He repeated himself. He was talking to me.
He asked if I worked at the library. He asked why I worked at the library. He asked if I had a boyfriend. Then he asked me for my number and if we could go out for coffee.
I panicked. This was maybe the first time in my life a man had asked for my phone number. Sure, I'd lost a lot of weight (to be documented in a future blog post), but I couldn't be THAT attractive... Or could I?
So, I gave him my number.
And prayed that he wouldn't call.
Later that day, I missed a phone call. When I googled the number, it came from the homeless shelter. But the guy had a cell phone.
I never got another phone call.
And I've yet to find another man to pick me up. Apparently I need to start going back to the library.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Wednesday Letters: New Store, New Clothes
Dear J. Crew,
We haven't really ever met.
I've maybe been in one of your stores twice in my life.
It wasn't anything personal with you. I, on the other hand, have lots of issues with my weight, my body shape, etc. I feared that your very trendy and smaller sizes would not fit a curvy girl so I stayed away because I felt like you would hurt my self-esteem more than improve it.
However, you offer a discount to students. On top of sales. And so I went with a friend on Monday.
How wrong I was. How wrong indeed.
Two sweaters and two blouses later, I'm now feeling very much more stylish than before. Also, I'm feeling cute.
So, thanks, J. Crew. I hope we meet again soon.
We haven't really ever met.
I've maybe been in one of your stores twice in my life.
It wasn't anything personal with you. I, on the other hand, have lots of issues with my weight, my body shape, etc. I feared that your very trendy and smaller sizes would not fit a curvy girl so I stayed away because I felt like you would hurt my self-esteem more than improve it.
However, you offer a discount to students. On top of sales. And so I went with a friend on Monday.
How wrong I was. How wrong indeed.
Two sweaters and two blouses later, I'm now feeling very much more stylish than before. Also, I'm feeling cute.
So, thanks, J. Crew. I hope we meet again soon.
Love,
Emery
Monday, October 15, 2012
Mondays and Midterms
Why does it feel like I'm more tired at the end of the weekend than I was when it started?
Also, when did weekends start to go by more quickly?
Back at work, and also I have three days to finish my midterm essays. I pretty much feel like my preparation is like this graphic:
Also, when did weekends start to go by more quickly?
Back at work, and also I have three days to finish my midterm essays. I pretty much feel like my preparation is like this graphic:
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However, I'm not really watching 30 Rock. I think I only got to Season 3 before other TV shows entered my life. But don't worry, I'm busy catching up on Downton Abbey Season 3, Merlin Season 5, NCIS, The New Girl Season 1, and The Good Wife. It's a good thing I go to the gym a couple of times a week. That's when a lot of TV show watching is happening.
But I'm determined to prevail. PREVAIL! I will beat my midterm.
Perhaps me saying it will ensure this outcome. (*cough*Wishfulthinking*cough*)
Also, I did a lot of shopping because it was necessary (or I was just avoiding my essays). Got new towels (I can't believe I got excited about towels) and Christmas decorations (apparently I can't do the whole fall decorations bit so we skip right to Christmas. And I'm READY!)
How was your weekend?
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Saturday Stories: My Butt, My Property
So... I was telling you about J.J.
After the text conversation I thought things were odd...
A few months later, I was at a ward activity. It was bowling. I was enjoying myself, being on a lane with my friends, eating pizza and drinking soda. Next to us was one of our leaders and his family.
As I stood to head up to bowl my turn, I felt something slap across my butt.
That's right. My butt.
I turned and there was J.J.
He was pointing to our leader, yet his bowling shoes were in his hand. I sensed that these were the objects that had been used to slap me.
I glared at J.J. and scoffed at his attempts to convince me that our happily married leader would slap me across the butt with his children sitting right next to us.
That was the last time we really ever spoke. I think he got the hint that flirting with me takes a little bit of effort... and subtlety.
After the text conversation I thought things were odd...
A few months later, I was at a ward activity. It was bowling. I was enjoying myself, being on a lane with my friends, eating pizza and drinking soda. Next to us was one of our leaders and his family.
As I stood to head up to bowl my turn, I felt something slap across my butt.
That's right. My butt.
I turned and there was J.J.
He was pointing to our leader, yet his bowling shoes were in his hand. I sensed that these were the objects that had been used to slap me.
I glared at J.J. and scoffed at his attempts to convince me that our happily married leader would slap me across the butt with his children sitting right next to us.
That was the last time we really ever spoke. I think he got the hint that flirting with me takes a little bit of effort... and subtlety.
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Tech Thursday: Finding Your Audience
Okay... back on track.
Let's talk about Twitter today.
Why should you be on twitter?
Well, it all depends on your audience. Who do you want as your audience?
This blog has some amazing infographics about the audience on twitter, but let's look at a couple of these charts:
What do you notice?
First... there's a lot of pink... in this case, that represents females.
That doesn't surprise me. Most of the people I follow are women. Oh, I follow some men for music information, entertainment purposes, and sports, but the majority of people I follow, respond to, mention, etc. are women.
Second: Notice the age range... 10-20 year olds make up the biggest group followed by 21-25. Once again, females have a lead on males in those age categories.
So, if that's your audience, you should go where your audience is and join the conversation. Don't push your way into the conversation.
It's like when I go to a party. I look around and I found the group of people who I can identify with the most. Or I hope to see a friend nearby. Then I head in the direction of that group. I slide in and listen intently. And then join with my thoughts when appropriate. And suddenly, you're accepted. People respond to you. You're part of the conversation.
So... find your audience. Be there and listen intently.
Listening works both for finding your audience and also dating. Just sayin. (Of course... I'm giving myself that advice because apparently I need it...)
Let's talk about Twitter today.
Why should you be on twitter?
Well, it all depends on your audience. Who do you want as your audience?
This blog has some amazing infographics about the audience on twitter, but let's look at a couple of these charts:
What do you notice?
First... there's a lot of pink... in this case, that represents females.
That doesn't surprise me. Most of the people I follow are women. Oh, I follow some men for music information, entertainment purposes, and sports, but the majority of people I follow, respond to, mention, etc. are women.
Second: Notice the age range... 10-20 year olds make up the biggest group followed by 21-25. Once again, females have a lead on males in those age categories.
So, if that's your audience, you should go where your audience is and join the conversation. Don't push your way into the conversation.
It's like when I go to a party. I look around and I found the group of people who I can identify with the most. Or I hope to see a friend nearby. Then I head in the direction of that group. I slide in and listen intently. And then join with my thoughts when appropriate. And suddenly, you're accepted. People respond to you. You're part of the conversation.
So... find your audience. Be there and listen intently.
Listening works both for finding your audience and also dating. Just sayin. (Of course... I'm giving myself that advice because apparently I need it...)
Monday, October 8, 2012
Vacation
It's been two and a half weeks.
This is what happens when you move.
But I'm back now. Settled. The front room is mostly empty of boxes. I only have to take a couple of more trips to Target to purchase plastic bins for my nick-knacks and yarn (yep... I have a lot of yarn. I crochet. Did I mention that? I try to keep that on the DL...). So I can get back to blogging.
Since I've been away:
This is what happens when you move.
But I'm back now. Settled. The front room is mostly empty of boxes. I only have to take a couple of more trips to Target to purchase plastic bins for my nick-knacks and yarn (yep... I have a lot of yarn. I crochet. Did I mention that? I try to keep that on the DL...). So I can get back to blogging.
Since I've been away:
Twin came into town and visited me. I gave him the grand tour of my office building.
My boss said something rude so he bought me a maple bar to make it up to me.
I'm a sucker for a maple bar.
Watched my sister play softball.
She's still got it.
Pumpkin spice is back at Starbucks. I usually get a hot chocolate.
Also, a place I frequent in the current locale is Beans & Brews. They have a maple vanilla that is to die for. Just as a recommendation.
Why yes... I purchased new shoes that are totally not my normal style.
But I couldn't resist.
And now I'm looking at my outfit today and I realized that I should've worn them. DANG IT!
I've discovered that Pandora is cruel.
See exhibit A above.
The weather has turned cold. There is frost on my windshield every morning.
And now an advertisement telling me about sunny vibes.
Don't worry. 77 days until Christmas and probably 75 until I'm back in San Diego.
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