06 April 2011


I just happened upon a website that will forever change my saving habits for the worse....

Ladies... *drumroll* I give you SOLESTRUCK



31 March 2011

STM... enacted!!!!

I've definitely put STM up here a couple times, and today I found out that a hilarious boy/man decided to do an impersonation of our favorite sleep-talker from across the pond.


FizzyLimon Does STM



26 March 2011

I'm so confused

I just received this message, and I'm so confused that I just don't know what to do. Well, besides put it on the internet for you all.

come back

I've looked through your posting, fallen in love, married you and we're not talking because we can't agree on what tiles we should get for the new house we are building.

I'll make a deal with you - you get to pick the tiles you like and in return all you have to do is have dinner with us every night.

Come home and start talking to us, the kids miss u.

18% Enemy63% Friend78% Match



16 March 2011

From my friend Katy...

Katy probably doesn't know that I've stolen this link from her... mwahahaha!

Sad Etsy Boyfriends

This is what happens with bad arts and crafts happen to good boyfriends.



05 March 2011

Why I haven't been blogging...

I've been busy doing THIS:


I highly suggest that you all try out some pole dancing classes. It's such a blast and will leave your arms and legs sore for DAYS. 

I'm not kidding. Go! Try it! Have an awesome time!!!


02 March 2011

My timing appears to be off...

BUSTED: Maddie has pointed out that I am merely following trends, rather than being ahead of them. What I want could, and 99% of the time is, available when I want it, just not at a price I can actually afford. 

In light of this, I have changed my post... 

Yesterday, I bought a backpack. It looks like this:

Archival Clothing Rucksack




25 February 2011

Hug a Cupcake!!!

Now these are some cupcakes you might want to cuddle just as much as you want to eat. 

So adorable!!!!!


23 February 2011


Today I am sick again, for the umpteenth time in the same amount of months. I have NEVER been sick this often before, and it has gotten to the point where my mother is worried. In her opinion, I might be burning the candle at both ends.

Anyhoodle, I have been thinking about it a lot, because I'd prefer to not be sick all the time, but goodness knows that I can't cut back on work, and cutting back on fun time would mean I'd go out of my mind. I mean... seriously bonkers. I'd probably just give up on work altogether out of sheer anxiety.

And then I realized... Every time I've been sick, it was a week after my roommate. Ant (whom I love) goes to New York all the time and spends several days partying. Whenever she comes home, almost without exception, she's sick with a nasty cold for days. Seeing as all of our toothbrushes, etc. are always in close proximity... and that we live together... it's actually not surprising that I become sick a week later, as soon as I have one night of less than perfect sleep.

EUREKA!!!! Now... how do you get a roommate to stop having an amazing time partying in New York, so that you can be healthier? Anyone? I think first step is to buy myself a new toothbrush holder.


18 February 2011

Shout out to STM

The first quote of today made me chuckle. I've talked to many people who went abroad in France, and we all seem to have the same sentiment. Time abroad = AMAZING. France as a place of residence = meh.

The Always Hilarious Sleep Talking Man


16 February 2011

Have a cup of cocoa... cupcake style

On this chilly day in Philly, I feel like this cupcake would really hit the spot:

Complete with marshmallows!


11 February 2011

My brother is awesome...

Here's a nice little text conversation that I had with my brother last night while I was giddy off of my evening's event:

Me: A boy likes me!
Brother: Oh God. Please tell me he's over 18.
Me: Man. 29
Brother: Awesome! Do you like him?
Me: Yes! I wouldn't have told you that he liked me if I didn't like him. Guys liking me is par for the course.
Brother: True! Sounds great! Don't tell mom if he's some sort of sexual deviant

Oh yes... that last part is something that I'll have to explain. My mom likes to take one attribute of a guy, be it real or imagined, and call him by that attribute for the rest of time. My poor friend Dan is the sexual deviant. Brian is the robot. Mike is the stoner/pot dealer. The list goes on...


Well then...

So, just so you all know, I talked myself into being totally okay with just having made out with Justin C, (not to be confused with Justin G) and not having it go anywhere. I was an empowered woman... ready to own my sexuality and emotions. I AM WOMAN, HEAR ME ROAR kinda stuff. Anyhoodle... turns out a lot of that accomplishment was due to the fact that I hadn't seen him, because last night he showed up at a kickball party, and I immediately melted and had to forcefully kick myself into "cool Katie" mode.

I made sure to chat with all my friends, let him start conversations with me and left them before they were 100% through, told funny stories, and danced with a group of people that were in the bar after their leadership conference. (Apparently my friend Liza and I showed great courage when we jumped in the middle of their dance circle, and they wanted to discuss us in tomorrow's class. Obviously these people just don't know what a good time looks like.) Anyway, externally, I was kicking ass and taking names. I was being Katie at her very best. Internally, however, I was a 10-year-old girl wanting to slip him a note asking if he liked me and harshly judging all other girls in the room that spoke with him.

Anyway, the night went on, and I was keeping my cool like the champion that I am... and then at about 11:00 I realized there were only 6 of us left in the bar. Jenna and her boyfriend, Bala and his new lady friend, and me and Justin. I made some statement about needing to think about going home, to which Justin responded that the last bus to his place would be at 11:55pm, and would I like another drink?

Why... OF COURSE I wanted another drink! Little did he know that I hadn't really been drinking any of the beer that he and others had been pouring all night. (Saving up my liver for Saturday night.) Anyway, we pulled up to the bar, and the next thing I know, I'm hearing:

"So, I just wanted to let you know that I think you're really cool. And I want to hang out with you more."

Cool Katie kicked in... "Now, that can be accomplished in a very simple manner. What you do... is you call me."

"I did call you."

"Nah... you kinda texted me at 11:00pm."

"Well, I also facebook chatted you."

(Imagine me waving spirit fingers) "Wooooo!"

"Okay. Okay. I get it. Well, I want to see you more. I like you, and I want to get to know you."

At this point, I noticed he had fuzz on his beard. I reached my left hand out to get it from his beard, not realizing what grabbing for someone's face might also imply... and the next thing I know I was being kissed at the bar in front of.... well, almost no one, but still!!!

"Oh! Oh... I was actually just grabbing at some fuzz that you had in your scruff."

"Oh... I thought you were..." The awkwardness began to blossom on his face.

"Yeah... but I mean, that's totally cool too!" To which he responded with another kiss.

Anyway we chatted at the bar up until the last second possible for him to catch the bus home, at which point I walked him down the street and then got kissed in front of a bus of people. Mmmm... it was a good one. The kind where he almost missed his bus, except that I literally shoved him at it when I realized the bus driver was not amused.

So... all of this is to say: GOOD NEWS! Someone would like to get to know me better!


10 February 2011

Content post? Heck no! MICROWAVE CUPCAKES!!!!!

Kelley has once again found us quite the treasure. Who knew you could make MICROWAVE CUPCAKES for two?!!!

Paula Deen is my hero.


08 February 2011


Who knew you could set cupcakes on fire? I mean... I guess you can set just about anything on fire, but I prefer the artistry below!

My tailgating snack of choice...

Chocolate Cupcakes with Flaming Strawberries 
(Thanks Jenn!)

Those last ones make me wish there was a way to transmit taste through my computer screen... although that might just be because I skipped out on breakfast. ;-)


06 February 2011

The pitfalls of not being anonymous

Hey Everyone,

So I have a blog post that is waiting in the wings, entitled: "A funny thing happened in Bedford." I'd really like to write it for everyone's enjoyment, and maybe even education, but I've run into a snag. That snag is that you all actually know who I am. (Well, except for the few people that have chanced upon my blog from foreign counties, due to the fact that I made a post about the Snuggie Sutra.)

Now, this creates an issue for me. Whenever I want to make a post, I have to consider who might be reading it. I don't think my mom is still reading the blog, but many of my readers have connections to my parents, friends of parents, past educators, or past employers. This hasn't been a huge issue in the past, seeing as most people can stomach the fact that a 24-year-old girl makes out with boys on a regular basis. (Heck, it's not a stretch to believe it's encouraged.) However, if anything could come across as slightly irresponsible or lacking in good judgment, it tends to wind up in me not posting.

In some ways, I think it isn't fair. I have stories that I know my friends have enjoyed (and even encouraged) on a regular basis. People often use the phrase, "This would only happen to you," and a lot of the time it's true! There's something about my curiosity and my willingness to interact with people without judgment that puts me in situations in which most people would never find themselves. EVER.

Let me explain. I am a cultural anthropologist in the truest sense of the word. I am most exhilarated, intrigued, and satisfied by the pursuit of knowledge about people. More specifically, I never tire of learning about how people experience their lives. When someone goes to church, I want to know what they are feeling, what they are thinking, how they understand the experience, why they go, who and what they believe. The religion itself is only of interest to me insomuch as it pertains to the person's individual existence and cognition of that experience.

This can apply to anything. Take body modification, for example. That was an interest that particularly scared my parents. Although I have ear piercings and 2 tattoos, I am hardly what would be considered a true body modification insider. However, I spent hours doing research online for the sheer fun of it. My father, worried that I was about to show up with a forked tongue and some sort of amputation (yes, those do exist as a more extreme version of body modification), gingerly asked me one day why I was so enthralled. I simply said that I wanted to know why.

Why these people show such whole-hearted and enthusiastic devotion to something that can be seen as destructive to the body. I knew from my limited experience the rush that one can feel, and the strength of knowing what you can survive through, but there were sides of it that I couldn't even begin to understand. How does a person find themselves desperately feeling the need to rid themselves of a body part? What is the personal significance of scars left behind after scarification? What does a person tell themselves as their skin is burning from the red-hot brand?

I don't know how many of you would just say, "Who cares? They're crazy!" I've gotten enough weird looks to realize that my sincere interest is quite out of the ordinary. Particularly since I tend to gravitate towards counter-culture, rather than understanding the ways in which cultural norms are understood and upheld in the general population. Finding ways in which people attempt to justify and normalize out-of-the-ordinary behavior is fascinating to me. The lengths that people will go to in order to make their actions mimic the outside norms is extreme and seemingly superfluous, and yet is essential to their ability to comfortably express themselves.

Here's where things get difficult in my wishes to share what fascinates me with you all. Anthropology is entrenched in participant-observation. Now, the extent of "participant" is extremely variable, but observation is absolutely essential to the researching of human beings. OBSERVATION = YOU HAVE TO BE THERE. So, when I am fascinated by something, I find ways to observe, talk to the people involved, and and try to understand on a more personal level what is happening around me.

So let's put this all together. I'm fascinated by people's experiences in counter-cultural acts, and I actively pursue means of observing and interacting with the characters. Can you see how this might be tough to share in a forum where anonymity is not upheld?

So, it comes to this - I'm interested in what you all have to say. What your feelings are about the stories I might be able to tell. I generally ask for comments on any post, but rarely ever get them posted to the blog itself. This time I'm asking you very specifically. Please write below what you think. Is there a possibility that you can detach me from my stories, as I am detached from them? Would you allow yourselves to be just as fascinated by the behaviors of fellow human beings as I am, rather than distracted by the implications of those actions? Can you be anthropologists with me? or are we going to run into issues regarding my reputation?

Let me know!


04 February 2011



So if any of y'all have been watching the news, you might have noticed that Boston has been getting COVERED in snow. Last night, a friend and I decided to take advantage of such an abundance. Below, I will show you the steps it took to get a really underwhelming masterpiece, which was several hours in the making. My toes were extremely mad at me for traipsing around in the snow without putting on an extra pair of socks, but it was SO. WORTH. IT.

Here's how to make snow-awesomeness, Katie-style.

Step 1) Prepare colored water in left-over bottles in the apartment using food dye from your cupcake supplies.

Red, Yello, Blue, Green... Probably should have set up some purple.

Step 2) Go outside, pour the colored water evenly over an area of snow, fall over a few times when your feet get stuck, laugh really hard, and turn the colored snow into snowballs. 

Justin G. and I made way too many jokes about blue balls.

Step 3) Prepare the snow palate by beating it senseless while yelling, "KEE-YAI!"

Step 4) Spend 15 minutes trying to find something funny to write, give up, and write something obvious but mildly sexual using the colored snowballs. 

"Plow Me"

Step 5) Take more photos, so that people can actually see what you wrote.

Step 6) Decide to write another message that no one will understand, because it's an inside joke between you and Justin G.

"Bee Goo" - It fixes everything.

Step 7) Celebrate! Attempt to revive your toes, which have almost become frostbitten. Realize you're extremely sleepy. Go to sleep.

Step 8) Check to make sure it's still there in the morning.


Step 9) Text a photo to your mom, because she's someone you can count on to be excited about things that really aren't that exciting. :-)


02 February 2011

Apparently I'm rad...

Here's another gem from the OKCupid message box:

Subject: Hello rad quiver match!

Message: So I saw on the 'The Two of Us' section that you're not willing to have an open/poly relationship. That's a shame since we seem to be, like, the same person otherwise. Anyway, just wanted you to know I think you're rad.

Aww! We'd totally be the same person if it weren't for the fact that we have diametrically opposed views on the value of monogamy and fidelity! Rats!


01 February 2011

Things I learned in California...

After 4 days in California, I realized that I had learned A LOT. I figured I'd share the knowledge.

1) Against all "evidence" to the contrary, I have not decreased my frequency of sticking my foot in my mouth. As it turns out, my Boston friends are just willing to give me the benefit of the doubt and let it slide. (Thank you, Boston friends.)

2) When big dudes mention wanting to take hallucinogens, you should kick them out immediately, because big dudes will do what they want, no matter what you say.

3) Ike's sandwiches at Stanford are totally worth the hour and a half wait at lunchtime. Aaron, the awesome guy behind the counter that will have you laughing within 0.5 seconds, is also worth the wait.

4) NEVER drive to the city for dinner on a Saturday night. Get there in the morning and stay, or just don't go. It will be the most frustrating drive/parking experience of your life.

5) I can easily eat 2/3 of a roll of grands biscuits.

6) Striking up a conversation with old ladies at a cafe can be incredibly fun. Also, apparently Maddie does not want to be an adorable old lady, as she would prefer to steal food and have it be blamed on her senility.

7) Slumber parties are awesome at any age.

8) Barrone's is still like catnip to kids I went to school with, even 6 years later.

9) My job is making me a bitter person.

10) Despite all statements to the contrary, my actions would point to me not wanting a relationship any time in the near future.


24 January 2011

Steampunk, if you will

I'm not quite sure any of us are cool enough for these cupcakes.

An anachronistic delight!


21 January 2011

Why I'm a big girl... ish

Hey Loves!

So, today I was thinking about the fact that I am an adult. I'm an adult, and for the first time in the 6 years that I've been one, I actually feel like one... almost.

As I constantly try to remind myself, and as certain people never fail to remind me, I have had a life that hasn't exactly been tough. I had personal issues for a handful of years, which I may or may not blog about one day, but I've always had parents that love me, food on the table, and support in my every endeavor. Not to mention that I graduated from college without debt. Doesn't get much sweeter than that, right?

So, it's not surprising that I never felt like an adult. I never really had to be one. All I ever had to be was a student, succeed at the goals that I and my parents set for me (in my defense, they were quite lofty), and continue to not be a drug addict.

I'm not saying that I'm now poverty-stricken with absent parents and a baby to support, but I hope that I don't need to be in order to consider myself an adult. I'm a hard-working, tax-paying, organ donor  with savings in an ETF that has earned 10% this year. In the words of one of the two boys that played the little kid in "Bid Daddy" - "I wipe my own ass!"

I've also got confidence and have gotten my shit together emotionally. It might have taken years, but I worked hard to love myself, and am now at a point that some people never reach. When I say I'm awesome... I believe it!

And yet, when it comes to boys... I feel like I'm still a kindergartner. So, I'm trying to break this bad habit. And it starts with an assumption - he won't call, and that's okay.

What do I mean? You dance with a boy, you make out with him, whatever. Numbers are exchanged, and you hit the moment where it's in his hands. Then you fast forward togets to a handful of days later, and although it's not too late, you're starting to doubt the call will come in. There are now two choices. You can either take whatever fun moment you had as an ego boost and a good memory, and move on with your life... or you can do what I usually do. "Is he going to call?" "Why hasn't he called?" "What's wrong?!" Or perhaps you push friends to meddle, or take the first step and call him. (Which... really never works, no matter how much guys may say they like a girl who can take charge, and no matter how genuinely your friends try to help.) It's time I start doing the former.

And today, that is what I am doing. Or, if I'm being honest, trying my best to do. I made out with a boy on Sunday. It was a hoot. He asked for my number, and wrote his number on a receipt for me. As we left the bar, he said, "Call me," and I said, "You first," in a very playful manner. And now it's Friday, and I have not received a call.

Now, there are possibilities I have let run through in my head. 1) He didn't hear my say, "You first," and expects me to call. 2) He knows he'll see me Sunday at bowling, and is a boy, so he figures he'll talk to me there and that's that. 3) He's in a coma.

Most likely, he and I were drunk, we made out, and despite talking for 5 hours before the making out part, he is completely satisfied with that moment having come and gone.


Am I convincing? I'm gonna say it until it's true!


19 January 2011

I'd say he's a winner...

Needless to say, I chuckled pretty hard when these two gems popped up in my message box:

Message #1:

Wait, was it hilariously fuck a serious girl?
or seriously fuck a hilarious girl?
or fuck a hilariously serious girl...

I swear I'm not that sleezy, 'just wanted your attention ;)

Cute, cute, CUTE!! Hey, I like writing thoughtful messages but I'm starting to think nobody on here replies to ANYTHING! Write me back, then I'll write you something better than this, promise. You're just too cute and I thought I'd make an attempt at getting on your radar :)

Have a swell day!

Message #2:

Ooops! 'Not going to bullshit you, that last message was a copy/paste that applied to someone else. I meant to only send you the "Cute, cute, CUTE" part, onward. Although, I do only send it to girls who really strike me for one reason or another, so, hopefully there's a compliment in there somewhere :)

Apparently I should be okay with him stock messaging me, because he only does it for special girls!!! I'm SPECIAL!!! ;-)


17 January 2011

I like cupcakes and making out...

I joined a Facebook group called, "I like cupcakes and making out" my freshman year of college. (That's right! I liked cupcakes before the whole cupcake storm hit the United States!) You might remember that I referenced this same Facebook group several months back... Here. Anyway, I've always remembered that I love cupcakes, but some lackluster kissing partners made me forget how much I love making out.

Until last night...

But let's back up, and think of who I've been making out with for the past several months.

Well, there was this guy who's name I honestly can't remember right now. He was cute, and he... OH! His name was Drew. Having blog archives is so helpful! Anyway, we made out like... once. I don't know why I wasn't all about it, because the kid really was hot, but he didn't put any sort of OOMPH behind his kiss. It was lazy. Lazy lazy lazy, and that's a kissing sin.

Then there was Bobby. Bobby's tongue was big. I'm not kidding! It was really thick, and just kind of took over my mouth. I mean, the making out wasn't horrible, but my tongue felt a little crowded.

Next was Sam. Okay... Sam was very fun, but we didn't exactly have make-out sessions. We'd make out for a grand total of about 2 minutes before moving elsewhere and playing... ahem... well... you know. So, Sam was fun for a whole different reason.

Then there was Howard. With Howard, it also wasn't 100% about the kissing. Or, at least, not on the lips. He had a big thing for necks, and torsos, and arms, and ears, and only after attending to them heavily, he'd actually kiss my lips for a little bit. I'm not complaining!!! I will never be able to look at lemon mousse again without getting a little hot under the collar. It just... wasn't the high-school style making out that I live for.

Then there was Stephen. It was fun... but the next day I found out he wasn't interested in me, which soured the memory a bit.

Oh! There was that one horrible kisser thrown in somewhere around there. (He inspired the bad-kissers post back in April.) I had actually spent the whole date practicing my moderating skills, and apparently gave him the impression that I was extremely interested. So, he walked me home and pounced on my lips. Not only was I not attracted to him, but the kiss was like an epileptic fit. There was no control, no rhythm, no sense of direction. It was like a baby bird trying to feed. Just... awful! I actually pulled away at one point and said, "Look, it would appear that we just aren't getting our act together." To which he replied:

"Just give me a second to get used to you."

What?! Making out is as natural as BREATHING people!!!! I was shocked, stunned, speechless. I made him go home.

Anyway, last night brought me back to my love affair with good-ol' fashioned making out. The kind where you are making out just for the sake of making out. Hearty, fog-up-your-glasses making out. Don't-care-who-sees-you-because-you-have-forgotten-other-people-exist making out. Tingles-from-head-to-toe making out. Desperate-for-contact making out. It was like I was 17 again, catching a make-out session in the back of my car before dashing home to make curfew. It was the best thing that has happened to my mouth since making out with Steven during my going-away party way too long ago to admit.

And it was all thanks to Justin. THANK YOU JUSTIN!

I'll hold off on telling you about Justin. Brad tells me I get too excited about the good ones, so I'm just going to focus on the fact that I had a great make-out session with a cute boy, and was reintroduced to an old love of mine. It's so nice to have it back!

Go make out with someone today!!!


15 January 2011

I think highly of myself... here's how you know

In the spirit of full disclosure... I figured I'd share my online profile with you all. Would you date me?

My self-summary
I'm a 24-year-old California native, although I've spent the last few years living in Philadelphia, Hillsborough, Lyon, and Charleston. I consider myself feminine, but I'm also a big fan of rolling around in the mud on occasion. I'm very bright, although I have been known to have some blonde moments that are up there with the best of them. I play kickball in my spare time, and I dabble in scuba diving, singing, dancing, jewelry making, reading, writing, horseback riding, rugby, wine tasting, traveling, crummy guitar playing, and just about anything else I can think of that sounds like fun.

I'm a hoot. Seriously. I can't tell a joke to save my life, but I can keep you entertained and laughing nonetheless. Heck, my comedic stumbles are a big part of my charm!

I'm extremely outgoing, rarely embarrassed, and just about as confident as they come.

What I’m doing with my life
Goodness... what am I not doing with my life?

- I've got kickball, bowling, and what will soon be my debut into social running.
- I'm trying to turn myself into a running addict, and perhaps a marathoner by November 2011.
- I'm slowly but surely preparing myself for my return to school for a PhD in marketing.
- My bookshelves are being quickly filled with classic and new fiction.
- Anytime I can talk my friends into it, I like to spend my nights dancing.
- I've been saving money so that I can eventually own property, or perhaps take 6 months to a year off to travel the world.
- I would like to start a love affair with craft beer, but don't quite know how to get started.
- Whenever possible, I avoid my roommates' avid reality TV watching.
- I still try and get myself lost around the Boston area as often as possible in order to find hidden gems.
- When it comes to my time with my friends, the only way to describe it is "play time." (Taking ourselves seriously is not our strong suit.)

Oh... and I work ridiculous hours as a Marketing Consultant. Somehow, I manage to do all of it and still sleep!

I’m really good at
Another list! Whoopie!!!

- Designing and making jewelry. It's how I supported myself through my internship.
Baking cupcakes. My favorites so far were Irish Car Bombs.
Singing. If I can do it in front of an audience, all the better.
- Laughing. I've gotten a lot of practice.
- Snuggling. But only until one of us twitches while falling asleep. Then we need to separate.
Witty repartee. I tease, because I love.
- Making people feel comfortable. I am rarely ever shocked, I don't judge, and I'm willing to support anything that can be enjoyed in a healthy way... in other words, I'm the person you tell when everyone else would judge, and it's my pleasure to do it!
- Hugs. This may sound like it's just repeating snuggling, but I assure you that they are different, and both spectacular.
Dancing. I am not a ballerina, but I can most certainly make my way around the dance floor.
- Keeping myself entertained. Anything from appreciating the small things to making the effort to get out and experience what's going on around me. I attempt to try almost anything once, possibly twice if I think the first time might have been a dud.

The first things people usually notice about me
My smile and my energy are what I've been told make the biggest first impression. I like to keep on the sunny side of life, and part of that means being up for anything... the serious, the goofy, the random, the enlightening, and even the lazy.

Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
There are only a few books I've met that I haven't liked. Since I do a lot of research during the day, I like to spend my weeknights getting lost in fiction or comedic memoirs. I've enjoyed David Sedaris to Fyodor Dostoevsky, Gabriel Garcia Marquez to J.R.R. Tolkein.

For a taste of my favorites, there's... Some Like It Hot, The Departed, Little Miss Sunshine, Amelie, Dogma, City of God, Fight Club, Love Actually, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, Office Space, The Orphanage, The Princess Bride, To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Y Tu Mama Tambien, Love Me If You Dare (Jeu d'Enfants), Wet Hot American Summer, Paris Je T'aime

This month's obsessions: The Black Keys, Mumford & Sons, Under the Influence of Giants, and my friend Morgan's New EP "OldNew."

As long as it's not cantaloupe or peppers, I'm good to go!

The six things I could never do without
In no particular order:
- Music (and the ability to sing and dance along.)
- Books
- My family and the friends that have become my family
- Sugar
- Crazy People on the T
- Laughing so hard that tears stream down my face

I spend a lot of time thinking about
I spent 4 years studying cultural anthropology, so I definitely spend a lot of time thinking about what makes people tick. At any given moment, however, I could be thinking about the pitfalls of a particular government, a dirty joke, the horror that is leggings being substituted for pants, what word choice will make the most memorable statement to a consumer, where I stand on the spiritual spectrum, what I would do if I were president, whether or not I should drop everything and open up a bakery, how quickly I can justify a year sabbatical for travel, or the fact that my love of high heel shoes happens to be causing me to eat through my company's band-aid supply.

On a typical Friday night I am
On a typical Friday night I am doing one of these things, if not something completely out of the ordinary:

- Watching a movie
- Out dancing with friends
- Catching a concert
Wine tasting
- Reading in bed and trying to catch up on sleep
- Digging into a DIY project
- Singing karaoke
- Roaming art galleries
- On my way out of town for a spot of traveling
- Eating a deeply satisfying meal at a fantastic restaurant

I am always up for suggestions, though!
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
This right here.

I’m looking for
·         - Guys who like girls
·         - Ages 22-32
·         - Near me
·         - Who are single
·         - For new friends, activity partners

You should message me if
You're looking for the kind of girl that jumps in fountains when there aren't big enough puddles and breaks into playgrounds at night just to fail at monkey bars. Either that, or you're jonesing for some of the best cupcakes you've ever tasted. ;-)

YOU PROBABLY SHOULDN'T MESSAGE IF (a.k.a. these people have messaged me, and it was oh-so creepy):
- You're old enough to be my dad by any stretch of the imagination
- The fact that I may not want to have kids is absolutely unacceptable to you
- You would like to proposition me for casual sex
- 100% of your photos are you staring broodingly into your webcam


Through the looking glass!!!

Enough of these... and you'll start to look like their inspiration. ;-)

Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum... Headless?


13 January 2011

Starting out small...

Just a heads up on my blogging. I'm going to start out small. Here are some mini cupcakes to illustrate my point:

I realized that I'm certainly the kind of person that comes up with 20 ideas one day, and none for the next month, so I'm going to be back-logging my writing and sending it out at more regular intervals. It'll also give me (and maybe you) a chance to spread the word that I'm back, before you have to read 100 posts to catch up!

By the way, how's 2011 treating you all? I put myself to sleep about an hour after the ball dropped, and apparently missed quite a ridiculous after party at a strip club. Spending the next weekend in Puerto Rico happened to make up for my disappointment, though!


12 January 2011

Why I am on OKCupid... honestly.

So... I admitted it. I'm an online dater. Yup... it happened.

And you know what? It's fun!!!

It all started as a means to have something to do on a Friday night. When I moved to Boston, I really didn't have ANYONE to hang out with. I needed people to go to museums with, walk along the Charles, explore new restaurants and bars, learn the lay of the land, and just get comfortable in a new city. Seeing as I knew kickball was going to be a few months away, and my roommates and I never quite hit the point of actually hanging out together outside the apartment, online dating seemed like an interesting idea. Particularly since I seem to be able to handle awkward with a certain level of grace and sense of humor.

Did it accomplish that? Sure! I mean, there was one week where I didn't buy myself a single dinner. I made it to the Institute of Contemporary Art, ate some of Boston's most famous pastries, sang at a karaoke legend before it had to close down, learned about greater Boston's neighborhood-based art walks (you get to go into artists' studios to see their work, and the environment they create it in!), gotten to discover new bands, done cupcake tours, found out that I really do like beer, finished off a few bottles on wine, and done several other things that I'm sure I've now forgotten were part of a "date."

Then the question comes along... why am I still internet dating? And there are multiple answers. The first is that online dating is quite a hilarious process. I receive messages every week that range from brilliant to unimaginative to creepy, I go on dates that are so awkward they're hilarious, and I have more stories to tell about funny moments than I know what to do with. (All will be shared in due time.) For instance, why would I give up "email" brilliance like this?

I just liked sweet awesome profile and you have awesome personality. Do you mind get to know me?

And I have question for you: Do you think that when we say: “I love you” In that love there is always the sense of possessing and being possessed? ( if you don’t mind we can start conversation about these two questions and please feel free to ask question too

66% match 60% friend 37% enemy

Note: "Enemy" rating is when someone has answered a question in a manner that falls outside of my "mandatory" acceptable answers. This could be things along the lines of children, monogamy, politics, common decency, etc.

Another answer is that it still gives me options of things to do if I have a boring night ahead. And... AND... sometimes I really have some fun! Not all the guys are a mess. I've had several encounters with awesome guys, some where I saw a little potential, and some where I'm attempting to transform our relationship into friendship (how's that going? ...Well...ish.). 

Online dating is also a perfect distraction from any possible pitfalls emanating from the traditional means of meeting guys. I meet tons of people through friends and my activities around Boston, but really... the pickings have yet to be anything but slim. So, why not expand my horizons? 

Finally, it gives me something to blog about! We'll see if the messages keep coming in, but I have a nice little backlog for the moment to keep you all entertained. Hooray!

That's it. Seriously. It's that simple. Am I looking for everlasting love? No. Am I looking for flattery? No... but it's a nice perk. Can't a girl just take advantage of an opportunity right in front of her? And then blog about it?


11 January 2011

I take it back!!!

After a couple months off, I realized that I miss blogging! Not only that, but I finally came up with some things to blog about. So... things to look forward to:

- Internet Dating: I'll tell you the full story later, but these posts will surely give you some giggles. I'll be posting some of the worst/funniest messages I've been receiving from OKCupid.com. I might also share some stories about dates. I've been on a lot by now, and some of them have wound up quite... bizarre. Maybe one day I can turn this into a book called "Faking It."

- Roommate Drama: T-7 months until my lease is up on this apartment, and I can find a new place to live, so I'll need an outlet to vent about the happenings at Casa de las très chicas muy différentes.

- Going back to school: I've decided I'm going to take the plunge and apply to grad school. This means retaking the GREs, talking to professors, writing applications, and pulling my hair out because I'm trying to do it simultaneously with work.

- Work: What pays for my rent, but keeps me frustrated on a fairly constant basis. It's amazing how messed up things can get when you have a bunch of smart people in a confined space.

- Cupcakes! Still love 'em. Still make 'em. But it turns out they're a more expensive habit than I originally thought. (Oops!) I'll try and fit them into my budget, so I can take pictures of my future experimental  batches!

- Random thoughts/stories/observations: Everybody's got them, but mine tend to be unusual.

So, if you find out this is here again... come read!