Bob Cut

This has got to be a joke.

I found this flyer on the pole in front of my apartment. What is the world coming to?

Are these people joking or what? A stolen rooster? You've got to be kidding me.

No more swearing

Yes. I am prone to swearing. It seems that it gets worse during times of stress such as during and after midterms, recruiting season, or dealing with jerks. I've realized, however, that my swearing may have gotten out of hand during these past few months. And though I don't swear much in person, I do swear a lot in writing, which isn't that much of an improvement.

In previous years, I've always made it a point to include "stop swearing" as one of my new years resolutions. Not only is it a great way to ring in the New Year, but it also gives me something to ponder over during those champagne-induced, late night parties that go down during the last few days in December.

But I realize it's time for some midyear intervention. Seeing how my swearing has gotten out of hand, I really need to put a plug on this or else I'm going to risk picking up a life-long habit of looking like a complete idiotic arse hole.

A few months ago, my friend and I came up with a system in which whenever I swore, she'd whack me. *ouch* But since she's not around 24-7 to monitor my use of profanities, I need to rely on a system that doesn't involve a second party.

So here goes. Whenever I swear, I'll "donate" .25 cents in my piggy bank. I really have no use for these quarters now that I don't use coin-operated machines, but I'm sure the money will come in handy particularly after I go broke by the end of the summer.

Oh, and I will only swear when a situation really really really calls for it. Hopefully, there won't be that many. *crosses fingers*

Facebook.

A friend once told me that you could basically piece together the past two weeks of a person's life based solely on his or her facebook account. Thanks to, among other things, the photo application, the status updates, and the great, and at times, infamous wall, it's almost impossible not to know what your closest, and not-so-close friends are doing at any given moment.

As much as I love keeping my friends up-to-date with my mundane life, it bugs me greatly that random people, not to mention my future employers, can have full-range access to everything that I ever posted on the facebook. That photo of me in a pink wig during one of our school parties? No one needs to see that.

So, I did what I should have done a long time ago. I went through my profile, and did some long-needed house cleaning. Not that there was much to sanitize. If you haven't noticed, I live a pretty boring life. I went through all of my photo albums, deleting photos that dated back to god knows when! I still managed to leave a few photos that I thought were either most sentimental or most meaningful or both.

Maybe I should set an expiration date for my photos. Post them up for a week and then take em all down. But then again. That'd require too much effort and thought on my part. Oh well. At least I feel like I've emptied out and sorted through a closet full of old clothes I never wear. ;p

What I need

Not men.

:)

Working reunion really puts things into perspective.
Over this past weekend, Wellesley was bombarded by alumns ranging from the class of '03 to one of the oldest alumns from the class of '28. I happened to work with the class of '98, which wasn't hard at all. Their being one of the younger groups meant that most of the alums were pretty self-sufficient so my job as resident hostess was basically centered around the bells desk, checking the alumns in, doing room swaps, and making sure the "alcohol" closet stayed locked and secured at all times. ;p

While many of the former W's showed up with either a spouse or a family member, quite a few decided to attend their 10th reunion alone. And of the alums who were accompanied by their companions, about half were already mothers or mothers-to-be.

This is not a bad thing, by any means. After all, success is whatever she defines it to be: whether it's being a career woman at the top of her professional game or finding happiness by starting a family with a college sweetheart, it's all in the eye-of-the-beholder. It was just disheartening to see many of these women give up their professions to be stay-at-home moms. But then again, this was just one class. One cohort out of the myriads of Wellesley graduates. I shouldn't generalize or make assumptions that that's what happens to most of us once we graduate.

I'm not sure if I'm going to attend my 10th reunion, let alone my first one which will be five years from now. Hell, I'm not even sure what I'll be doing in the next year. But as they say, the best things in life come as surprises, so I shouldn't be too worried. Allow room for spontaneity and unexpected twists and turns because that's what life is all about.

And god forbid, in 10 years, as long as I'm not barefoot and pregnant in some man's kitchen, all will be good.

:)

Words that thou shalt live by.


"I'm craving a civility in romantic life. I'm not in the mood for one-night stands, even though it's summer and I should be." - Sienna Miller

Turn Back Time

Orange and me during the carefree days when life was a little less complicated.

Someone needs to build a time machine.

^^

CJ: ladder theory

JK: lol
yes

CJ: yeah!
lol
i think girls do it too

JK: i guess so...
it's just that I don't think I've ever done it

CJ: if a girl is unbearably unattractive i'll put her on the friends ladder but honestly

JK: or..if i do..most of the guys go on the friendship ladder

CJ: i think i'm pretty forgiving

JK: LOL

CJ: i give her a chance to talk

JK: yeah sure ;p

CJ: yeah well
i guess you have uber high standards
; )
i think you haven't met the right kind of guy yet - trust me, you'll know if you find someone that attractive on many levels

JK: no not really
i guess
*sigh*

CJ: for me, it took several hours

Pieces of a puzzle

My room looks rather "boyish" or at least that's what Debbie thinks. :(
Should I decorate the walls with pink ribbons? How can I make my room more girly?

I think I need more pictures of House and Wilson...Yup. That should do it ;p