I’m neither confirming nor denying that I feel this way about work right now…
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It’s been a while since I’ve uttered the phrase: “God, I miss college.” You know the phrase. You’ve said it yourself, I’m sure. I probably said it for the first two to three years post college after my first initial brushes with the real world, such as bad bosses, working for eight (plus) hours in a day, paying rent, etc. Although I’m over it now, I did have a nostalgic fueled Sunday this past weekend as I attended an Indiana University alumni sponsored send off event for local San Francisco Bay Area students.
As I was asked to speak in front of the group on the benefits of being in the Greek system, a wave of emotion came over me. I don’t know if it was 100% genuine nostalgia, or if it was 30% beer, but somewhere between “I’ve made my best friends to this day in my sorority”, and “Turning 30 in Cabo with my besties”, I felt a little lump forming, clogging up the airways…and then that old feeling came over me that said: God, I miss college.
In talking with the incoming freshman and hearing things such as “orientation” and “dorm selection”, I had shooting images in my head of my own first steps as an official student on the beautiful Indiana University campus. It was actually a really muggy day and somewhat overcast, but nothing could dampen my enthusiasm. You see, I wanted nothing more in my life up until that point than to go to IU. Being a huge basketball fan growing up, and having majah crushes on old greats such as Steve Alfred and Damon Bailey, I fantasized about what it would be like to actually be a student there, going to games…dating a star player…
And there I was – 11 years later – telling someone (who probably looks at me like an old lady) to appreciate every moment they have at IU. I reminded them of what they’ve probably been told a million times; “These four years will fly by.” I even found myself giving advice that I wish I’d been given as an incoming student. Like, if you love something, major in it – take as many classes in the subject as possible. Don’t think the only options are the big three: doctor, lawyer or business person. One guy I met was going to IU to study acting – how cool is that? If I had said that’s what I wanted to do back in the day, I think people would’ve laughed at me and said “Get suuuuurious”.
One freshman said she was a Journalism major and enjoyed writing, so I encouraged her to start a blog. It could be in the subject she intends to have a career in (such as political writing), or it could be about chronicling her college experience. The point I was making to her is that this is writing experience. And most of the time when we leave college all we have are a couple boring essay papers that no potential boss is ever going to read. She seemed genuinely intrigued by the idea of blogging and thankful for the suggestion, and that made me feel good!
Sorority girl revived
As I get older, I notice that I’m less and less of a schmoozer. I can’t stand waltzing around at company events snapping my fingers and chatting up people that I barely know. I know I should do this, but I just don’t like small talk. It’s boring and uncomfortable for the most part. But at this event, it’s like my good ‘ole sorority “rushing” persona came right back and suddenly I was working the room with the biggest smile and the most enthusiastic questions. This too, brought me back to that little sorority girl I once was.
I no longer wish I was back in college sweatin’ over a biology test or partying until 3am in bars with women’s bras and panties stapled to the ceiling. I’m over it. But then again, there’s just something about seeing the excitement and wonder in those little people’s faces and knowing what they’re about to embark on that makes me think; man, I really do miss college.
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Hiya! I know I’ve been on a bloggy hiatus from this blog address since mid-June, but I promise I haven’t forgotten aboutcha. I’ve just been thinking of a game plan for blogging on Life at Thirtysomething, as it’s my secondary blog behind Pop Culture Junkie. And I’ve decided that I’m not going to give myself a hemorrhoid trying to squeeze out a blog that just isn’t there. I’m just gonna let it flow. If I have a topic, I’ll blog…and if I don’t, well, *crickets*.
SOOO, I thought I’d update you on my latest trip to SoCal…
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This past weekend, my husband and I went down to Hermosa Beach near LA to hang with our friends over the 4th of July holiday. We had a great time, but now, I need another vacation. There’s nothing more exhausting than binge drinking all day and all night. It can really wipe you out when you’re 30(+). But when in Rome, you do as the Romans do. And while celebrating our nation’s b-day in SoCal, we drink like we breathe – nonstop.
On Saturday, we did a “crib crawl” where we hopped around from house party to house party, socializing and you know, drinking. I even enjoyed a little bit of college nostalgia when I was peer pressured into doing a beer bong! I mean, why waste time being sober? My friend reasoned with me, this will just get us to the ultimate goal faster. Ok, well, like I’m really going to look like a puss here – gimme that nasty germy thing and let’s get the party started. Fuck watery eyes and beer running down my chin – there’s nothing to be ashamed of here. Everybody’s doin’ it.
After a long day of boozing, we slid into comfy seats in an IMAX theater and watched “Eclipse” and swooned like it was for our health. Well, the guys didn’t, they slept with their mouths WIDE open in the seats next to us, but my girlfriend Ashley and I def cried happy tears during the chaste but oh-so-sexy love scenes.
The next morning, Ashley and I went out to the beach to support our signif others who were in the process of completing the “Iron Man” competition. But really, all we were doing was standing there watching the guys pound the required minimum of six beers at the end of the event, in which they both admitted to half-assing the actual competition. But oh no – there will be no half-assing the beer chugging portion of the event! Geez. It doesn’t matter how old they get, guys can always channel their inner meat head.
Later in the day we had a BBQ and I realized that I should never pour my own margaritas. I tend to over-serve myself. I mean, it was fun, from what I can recall… except for when I sort of had a freak out moment when I woke up at 3am on the couch and found my foot standing in a puddle of someone else’ upchuck. YUM-MAY! Apparently I was running around the room in hysterics shouting, “I can’t believe this, I’m almost 31, I’m almost 31” – like this shouldn’t be happening to me because I’m almost a mature age of “31”. The problem with this rant is that I’m not almost 31. I’m barely 30 and a half, please. Drinking can make you say crazy things.
It goes without saying that for the next two days I had a wicked hangover. But despite this, I had a blast.
Now, I should be clear that this is NOT my normal lifestyle. This is a slice of life I like to dip in and out of on rare occasion. It’s the SoCal life. Well, in all fairness, it’s the 4th of July SoCal life. If there was a theme song for the weekend, it would’ve been Katy Perry’s new gem “California Gurls”. Like the song, this place is light, fun, and definitely not how life really is. And I can’t wait to go back! But next time, I’ll definitely be putting a little less “ta-kill-ya” in my margs, like, for realz.
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Did you miss me?
I thought I’d check in during my blogging hiatus and let you know what I’ve been up to. Yes, I know blogging during my “blogging hiatus” sort of defeats the purpose, but it’s what I want. . .
So, I just watched the season 3 premiere of “True Blood” and it was ok. I mean, I was kind of confused the whole time, like I had no idea what was going on.
I’m re-reading “Twilight Saga: Eclipse” before the movie comes out in two weeks so that I can be really annoying and point out every single detail of the movie that doesn’t match the book.
I re-joined Weight Watchers because guuuurl, my pants are TIGHT. I’m a pro at WW. The first time I did it I was super motivated because I had a wedding dress to fit into 9 months down the road. But now I do it because another day in this fat suit is going to make me wanna jump. Ok, I’m not really fat. But I’m really hating on these rolls around my waistline that I’ve recently acquired. I blame my chunkiness on turning 30. My metabolism hit a brick wall. See how easy it is to not take responsibility?
I just dropped a small fortune at the GAP because they were having a big sale and if you used your GAP card, you’d get an additional 25% off. Let’s hope I don’t lose too much weight or else these ill-fitting purchases will really piss me off.
I rode 22 miles on my bike this past Saturday with my cycling group. After one hour and 45 minutes in 85 degree weather, I was so ready to get off that mutherfucker. How I ever did a 5-hour 65 mile bike marathon back in April, I’ll never know.
You can blame my bloggy hiatus on my recent 10-day trip back home to Indiana. I was on the go so freaking much that I never had time to sit down and veg in front of the computer. On the one hand, I was itching to blog as soon as the opportunity presented itself. But on the other, I kind of welcomed the break. Blogging can be such a therapeutic way to purge and cleanse, but it can also drive you mad and make you feel incompetent and uninteresting if your blogs suck enough to not elicit a single comment from readers.
I’m also driving myself crazy contemplating a blog name change. I don’t really like “Life at Thirysomething” anymore. I named the blog before turning 30, when I thought it was going to be this big deal. Now that I’m 30, I know that it ‘aint no thang and so the blog title no longer fits my focus. Problem is; I can’t think of anything cool that’s not already snatched up by some other douche blogger. I’d ask for readers to post new blog name ideas in the comments section, but I have this terrible fear of blogging rejection in the form of “0” comments when I ask the question, therefore, I won’t ask. But if you want to offer a suggestion despite me not asking for your opinion, go ahead. I won’t stop you.
Part of the reason I thought about taking a blogging hiatus is that I think I need to focus on things such as getting more sleep, spending more time in the gym, cleaning my house, and spending time with my husband. You see, all these things suffer when you have a blog. They almost die when you have TWO BLOGS! So I thought perhaps I’d step away for a bit, work on being a little less selfish with my time, and then after a month hiatus or so, I can come back with fresh new topics!! I can already see this going down the path of my Lent sacrifices. I give up a bad habit for 40 days and then indulge in said habit with 10 times the fervor when the sacrifice time table is up! But I’ll try not to let blogging re-take over my life again like Diet Pepsi did.
This blog feels more like an email…
Alright, I’m going to get back to my blogging hiatus. I just wanted to say “hi” and give you a bunch of really random bullshit so that you didn’t totally forget about me.
I will be back. Hasta luego!
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I’m going on an unofficial hiatus, folks. I’m not sure for how long. It could be over tomorrow, who knows. I just need to get my bloggy mojo back. I think I might be having a mid-blog-life-crisis. I feel all icky and wretched about it, trust. But I just need to figure out what my blog wants to be when it grows up. Does it wanna be a life blog? Does it wanna be a pop culture blog? Does it wanna be famous? (Naturally)
So please excuse me for a minute while I fart around on the internet at night reading “Twilight” blogs to get a little inspiration.
I’ll be back soon, swear. Just promise me one thing; don’t do anything reckless. (Quote source: Edward Cullen, ha!)
Hasta luego!
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On Saturday night I have a date with Carrie, Miranda, Samantha, and Charlotte — and my mom, my mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and girlfriend to see the one and only: “SEX IN THE CITY 2”!!! On the agenda for Saturday is to shop for the PERF outfit to wear to the movies and then martinis afterward, natch. Ladies, the wait has been FOREVER, but it’s heee-eeerrrree!! And I wanna know; are you going to get Carrie-d away in your outfit selection to see the movie?! I mean c’mon, it’s a MUST! And most importantly, are you Team Big or Team Aiden??
I’ve been excited for this movie since they announced it was coming out way back when. But it wasn’t until I saw the first preview of HIM in it that kicked my exuberance into high gear. Yes, I’m talking about AIDEN!! I’m sorry Mr. Big fans, but I always loved Aiden and I never understood why Carrie and he didn’t work out. Honestly, I’ve never really understood Carrie’s connection with Mr. Big. He’s barely ever treated her right, he made her wait an effin’ long time before he got down on one knee and put a ring on it, and he generally seems to care more about his biz (or whatever the hell makes him such a baller) than he does her. RED FLAG! RED FLAG! But whatever, if he’s what makes Carrie happy, then I’m happy I guess.
BUUUUT, now I see that we have other options. I see we have BETTAH options! Aiden appears in Abu Dhabi and all the world’s problems are solved. He’s tall. He’s HAWT. And best of all, he’s sweeter than a big-ass glass of Riesling and a slice of key lime pie. Don’t you just wish this guy existed in real life? Does anyone know this guy in real life? If so, raise your hand! Wait, never mind – don’t. Nobody likes coming down with a major case of the jealousies.
Look! It's Aiden with long rocker hair!!
Well actually, I don’t mean to make you jealous or anything, but I got to give Aiden a little squeeze once. Yep. Ok, when he’s not playing the best boyfriend on earth on TV, he’s kind of a rocker. And his name is John Corbett. Once upon a time – in 2006 – when I was noticeably thinner with zero hints of aging on my face, I had a bachelorette party. My friend just so happened to work at a cool bar in Chicago with live music and huge crowds, and on this special night – the night before my bach party – she was working in the VIP lounge. She invited me and my friends up to drink for ffffff-free, and lucky for us, The John Corbette Band was headlining!
Hey buddy, do you see the blonde girl in the white? She's mine.
So we sorta watched, sorta didn’t. We were a little distracted by someone else sitting in VIP: Miranda’s husband, STEVE!! Yes, Steve and his 18-year old wife (in sweatpants) were watching John perform! How cool is that? I have a pic of Steve and me but for some reason I can’t find it online and only have it in hard copy. ANYWAY, when Aiden was done he shot straight up to VIP to hang with me Steve and his friends. Thankfully, we girls were drunk and shameless and we shimmied over to him to see if he’d mind taking a picture with us. I swear, he was giving me come hitha eyes and I was givin’ ‘em right back! Maybe it was all in my head, but let a girl dream, k? I made sure to wrap my arm tightly around his waist, give him a little squeeze, and lock eyes with him before pulling away. Mmmm, he was sexy.
So back to “Sex in the City” – I will most definitely be rooting for an Aiden victory. But of course I know that’s not going to happen. Otherwise what would’ve been the point of the first movie? No, Carrie will end up with Mr. Big and Aiden will end up with me. Hey, I guess it all really does work out in the end!
Are you planning a ladies night with your girlfriends to see SITC? Are you ready to strut it out in your Manolo Blahniks or Jimmy Choos? And lemme know, are you Team BIG or Team AIDEN?
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I'm a nice girl, wish you were me for the next 8 weeks, K?
Damn it! I had a date with my blog tonight and it totally got hijacked by the stupid “Bachelorette”. It’s not my fault either. I was watching “Dancing with the Stars” like a good girl and then the Bach flashed on screen and sucked me in like a vacuum. I know better than to watch this reality show – I already know what’s going to happen. I’m going to fall in love with four guys and fall flat on my face in the end. These things never last! But here I go again for season 89: Ali, let’s go find ourselves a man!
We can just add this to the list of reality shows that I’m addicted to.
My reality TV life
I’m such a reality show lovah. I’m sad that “Dancing with the Stars” is going to be over Tuesday night and “American Idol” is done-zo on Wednesday. What the heck am I going to do with my Monday-Wednesday nights now? I guess I could just blog more. But I need a show that makes Mondays something to look forward to. Well shit, I guess that’s the freakin’ Bachelorette now. Great.
And by the way, it’s not just DWTS and Idol that own my early to mid weeknights. I’m also addicted to MTV’s “The Hills” and “The City”. That Spencer Pratt is certified CRAY-ZY! He’s coo coo for Cocoa Puffs – a total schizo. And I can’t peel my eyes away! And then there’s that bitchy Olivia Palermo on “The City”. She makes my skin crawl and I want to bitch slap her. But I guess you could say I love to hate her. She’s got great fashion sense! I love me some nice girl Whitney Port too. She’s just that girl you wanna root for. I live vicariously through Whit as she develops her fashion line in NYC and lives her dreams. I guess that’s the point of reality TV isn’t it? You watch someone else live their dreams (unless you’re into “Intervention”).
So for the next eight weeks or so I’ll have my eyes glued to the boob tube on Monday nights to see what guy Ali kisses next and which set of washboard abs and pecks are the most swoon-worthy. So ya, I’ll be living vicariously through this girl as she has way too many guys fawn over her and treat her like gold. Does anyone notice that reality TV isn’t exactly reality?
How about a weekly Bachelorette blog chat?
Mi llamo es Roberto and I will speak Espanol to you...and we will salsa dance.
So who’s watching “The Bachelorette” this season? I’ve already picked out a few of my faves (Roberto, Hunter the ukulele player/singer, and Frank with the dorky glasses but fun entrance!). What about you? BTW, what was up with that Kasey guy’s voice? He sounds like Kermit the frog! I keep watching Ali’s face for some kind of indication that she hears Kermit too, but I get nothing.
I was thinking; depending on the comments, I may do a weekly recap/convo about the Bach, so let me know if you’re watching!
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In case you’ve missed my numerous references to my fantasy boyfriend, Robert Pattinson, you should know that I’m absolutely in love with all things “Twilight,” therefore, there will be some serious counting down going on as we get closer to the third “Twilight” movie, “Eclipse.”
Being that today we’re officially 40 days out, I felt like posting the latest TV previews that have surfaced just this week for “Eclipse” and mostly new stuff that we haven’t seen in the trailers already.
Happy Friday!!
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