Monday, February 27, 2012

Music Monday: ENOVA

New band crush alert!


I love discovering new bands. How did I find out about Enova? My mom.

She texted me, "You need to check out Elliot & Andrew on the Amazing Race." To which I responded, "Don't watch it. Why?" And my mom, the wisest woman I know, said, "Just do it!"

So, I did it. And this is why.

Hello Elliot and Andrew.

Identical twins...but of course, I was drawn to Elliot. And of course, he's in a band.

Hot singer aside, I'm obsessed! Doesn't he sound a bit like Brandon Boyd?

Check them out here.

And yes, I will be watching the Amazing Race. And I'll be voting for Elliot & Andrew. Oh, you don't vote? It's an actual race? Okay. Whatever. I'm still voting.

Friday, February 24, 2012

I have a confession.

I'm not catholic so I don't confess to a priest (and I didn't give anything up for Lent). So, where better to make my confessions than right here? [Link up.]

I confess...

I began counting down the hours before I even got to work this morning. I'm leaving at 3:00 today to head across campus for some Rebel Baseball. Left field, Miller Lite, and chicken wings are calling my name. Oh, and the game itself, as well.

I've never watched American Idol before this season. (Other than a little in season whatever it was with Chris Daughtry because I really liked his voice but I stopped watching after he got cut and now I don't even like his music because he has become a mainstream sellout like Nickelback.) BUT I am hooked this year. I started watching because my friend's little sister is Skylar Laine. (Y'all get ready for vote for her next week!) Who else am I voting for? Phillip Phillips. I'm also going to get Skylar to slip him my phone number. I don't care if he's only 21.

I had a crush on a guy for nearly a year and only decided it may be time to move on when he gave me his phone number. I mean, I have seen He's Just Not That Into You.

I just recently shaved my legs for the 4th time in 2012. My BFF is on the same level. And she has a boyfriend. 2012: The Year of the Hairy Legs.

Rach is participating in the Oxford 5k tomorrow. I'm considering putting on running clothes and just meeting her at the finish line with a beer to celebrate. 

What do you have to confess?

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Blood on the ground.

I recently wrote out the longest rant about so many things. Getting it all out did make me feel better, but there's no need in holding onto it. And there's definitely no need in dumping it on you.

Just as I was typing the last sentence of said rant, this song popped into my head.

It is my new philosophy.

I don't want to talk to you anymore.
I'm afraid of what I might say.
I bite my tongue every time you come around,
cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground.

Hand over my heart; I swear I've tried everything I could within all my power.
Two weeks and one hour I slaved, and now I've got nothing to show.
Oh, if only you'd grow taller than a brick wall.

From now on, I'm gonna start holding my breath when you come around
and you flex that fake grin, cause something inside me has said more than twice
that breathing less air beats breathing you in!

I don't want to talk to you anymore.
I'm afraid of what I might say.
I bite my tongue every time you come around,
cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground.

Hand over my mouth; I'm earning the right to my silence.
In quiet, discerning between ego and timing.
Good judgment is once again proving to me
that it's still worth its weight in gold.

From now on, I'm gonna be so much more wary when you start to speak
and my warm blood starts to boil,
that seeing you is like pulling teeth
and hearing your voice is like chewing tin foil. 

I don't want to talk to you anymore.
I'm afraid of what I might say.
I bite my tongue every time you come around,
cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground.

High fives to better judgment. 
By saying less today, I will gain more.
Low twos to you my fickle friend...
You've brought the art of silent war.

Monday, February 20, 2012


Today would have been Kurt Cobain's 45th birthday.

birthday boy

In honor of Kurt's birthday, I'm gonna share a few fun facts with you. (i.e., I'm about to ramble.)

I won't argue with you about how and why Kurt died. Whether you think it was suicide or murder doesn't matter. It won't change the fact that he died. Everything happens for a reason. And I believe Kurt dying at 27 was a blessing. Nobody wanted to see him turn into a 45 year old sellout whose songs all sound exactly the same (cough*davegrohl*cough).

If I had gotten a tattoo when I was 18 that I'd never tell my mother about, it would have been a Nirvana tattoo. IF.

In Utero > Nevermind.

I'm very rarely attracted to blondes, but Kurt is my ideal. (Another blonde I was attracted to: Devon Sawa.)

Just as I only listen to Britney Spears on December 2, I will be listening to Nirvana (and only Nirvana) all day today. But that isn't much different than usual. 

Happy birthday Kurt!

Friday, February 17, 2012

Mardi Gras!

I've been MIA the past few days. No, I'm not holed up because of some Valentine depression or anything. I've just been devoting all of my free time to playing Minesweeper. (Seriously.)

But today, you can find me at Matters of Merrymaking for a little Mardi Gras fun!


Wednesday, February 15, 2012

February 15th

Yesterday was Valentine's Day?

I slept through it.

Just kidding. My day was fabulous. I left work early. I went to see The Vow with my two best friends. (Can I just say -- Rachel McAdams needs to stop forgetting that's she's in love with totally hot and awesome guys.) Then I came home. Alone.

Just in case you were wondering, yes. Out of four girls that live in my house, I was the only one who didn't get flowers.

And yes. I ate noodles coated in butter and garlic (followed by a ton of french bread and a bag of M&Ms).

Also, yes. I cuddled on the couch with Mosby and flipped back and forth between the How I Met Your Mother and Criminal Minds marathons. 

And then, yes, just as you suspected, I watched Sixteen Candles and went to bed at 9:30.

I'm awesome. Yes.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

To My Valentine

Last year, Rachel wrote a love letter to her future husband. Now, it seems she is dating him. So, what the hell. I'll give it a shot, too.

To my future husband,

It's Valentine's Day 2012 and though I pride myself on not being a cheesy romantic, deep down I really am one. You'll be the only one who sees it, though.

I've been thinking about you all my life. I thought I found you once or twice, but in the end...I only found disappointment. I'm rather impatient, so I have a feeling when I do meet you, I'll know very quickly. It won't take me long to fall in love and I won't have any of those doubts that I had to hide in my previous relationships. I mean, I already know who you are.

You're a Godly man. I'll need you to lead me how only a man of God can. You are proud of your faith and I am proud of you.

You love kids and you'll be a great father. Especially if we have a girl cause it's obvious I won't know what to do with her.

You're intellectual. We'll have deep and meaningful conversations. But you're also playful and funny. I can't handle being serious all of the time.

You're caring and creative. You love life. You love your friends and your family. And you'll love me.

You also love music and literature. You don't have exactly the same preferences as me, though. I'll need you to broaden my interests and introduce me to new things.

You like sports. Not in a "I must watch ESPN every day even if it's just bowling or the Spelling Bee" way. But in a "I'm passionate about my team" and "I enjoy watching X sport" way.

Finally, you'll be able to handle me. You'll be able to find the happy medium I so desire between clingy and distant. You'll understand my sarcasm and you'll deliver right back. You won't always let me win. You'll be there for me when I need you and more importantly, you'll know when I just need to be alone.

You'll love me. I already love you.

I can't wait to meet you.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Music Monday

Let's talk Grammys. I'm assuming you all watched, right?

First of all, fashion. I'm not even going there. I don't understand it. I don't get the blue hair or the dresses that look like tin foil. I don't get the crazy costumes (lookin' at you Nicki Minaj and Lady Gaga) and I don't get the see through dresses (Fergie). My favorite dress was this girl that I don't even know. (And I only know who the designer is because of Amy Poehler.) I mean, come on, Kate Beckinsale didn't even look great.

Okay, enough of that. Now to the music. Performances. Chris Brown lip synched and he can't even dance like Usher. Katy Perry looked like an alien from Planet Cameltoe and I'm on Russell's side in the divorce. Though I don't hate the Foo Fighters newest song, I'm still not a fan. I think Rihanna had a seizure on stage, but damn...her body. Coldplay just doesn't do it for me. Adele (though I wouldn't call myself an Adele fan) stole the show and was absolutely breathtaking. I just remembered Taylor Swift performed a song that a 3rd grader wrote. Meh. Who else? Jennifer Hudson's tribute to Whitney was beautiful. I fell asleep during Nicki Minaj's umm performance? and I had nightmares. Oh, I loved the Maroon5, Foster the People, Beach Boys thing. It was good. Carrie Underwood and Tony Bennett was amazing, too. But. We all know, Adele was the best.

Except, is anyone else concerned with how sharp her nails look? Don't underestimate the things that she will do.

Awards. Adele deserved all of hers. I didn't pay much attention to the others aside from Best New Artist. I saw so many tweets and statuses and comments about "Who is Bon Iver?" Um what? I've been putting this song on Mix CDs for 3 years now.

Yes, I still make Mix CDs.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Two Years

It has been about two years since my last relationship ended. And now I am finally ready to move on.

Even though I was the one who ended it, it took me nearly two years to decide that I really can move on. Not move on from it...but move on to something else. For the past 2 years, my heart has been closed off. Not just to relationships, but to all aspects of my life. It's been kinda lonely.

On the relationship front - I've had a fling here and there, crushes solely based on appearances, and a couple dates (not really - haven't been on any dates) but my heart was always closed.

On the friendship front - I've been such a fake. My close friends found me out, but to the rest of you...sorry. My heart just hasn't been in anything.

I always say "no regrets" but I often thought ending things with him was a mistake. He was tall, thin, and handsome (my type). We had an entertaining "how we met" story (which we all know is important). We got along great (except for the times when we didn't get along at all). Hell, our names even rhymed. 

All the big things (morals, kids, religion, politics) fit for us. But the small things didn't.

Some of those small things can't even be named...because I don't know what they were. I just always felt like it wasn't perfect enough.

But a while after the breakup (i.e., when he got engaged), I started having my doubts. Was it perfect enough? Am I just too picky? Will I always be looking for more? Did I miss out on "the one"? (I mean, come on...our names RHYMED!)

Now I know, perfect as he may be...he wasn't perfect for me. He's a wonderful guy (and is now happily married). I'm truly happy for him (so cliche to say) because he really deserves it.

And I've finally realized that I do, too. My heart is (slowly but surely) opening again. I'm excited to share it with you, my friends, and maybe someone special one day. Maybe soon. But not too soon. And not just anyone. I'm still picky.

Being in love looks good on me.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Happy Nirvana Day!

"Nirvana Day is a Mahayana Buddhist holiday celebrated in East Asia. By some it is celebrated on the 8th February... It celebrates the day when the Buddha is said to have achieved Parinirvana, or complete Nirvana, upon the death of his physical body." (via)

I was born on Nirvana day.

It all makes sense.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Heartbreaking Drama

No, my best friend didn't sleep with my boyfriend. Because I don't have a boyfriend. And my best friend would never do that. I'm talking about television drama.

One Tree Hill, to be exact.

If you watch One Tree Hill and haven't seen last week's episode (from 1/25), don't read this. Seriously. Stop now. Buh bye.

However, if you've already seen it...or if you never plan to watch it, let me tell you.

I watch a lot of TV. I never watch anything live, but my DVR records about five thousand shows a week. One Tree Hill is one of those shows. (And no, it's not still about teenage drama and basketball. Everyone is all grown up now.)

Of all the shows I've watched in my (almost) 24 years, the end of this episode is the most heartbreaking moment I have ever seen. Okay, maybe it's second to when Dr. Green died on E.R.

Back story: Julian (Brooke's husband and father to her twin boys) had a very important meeting this afternoon. He was nervous. And excited. He parked his car and walked around. He went to buy Scotch to celebrate. And then he got this phone call.

My heart literally stopped beating.