You cannot quit me so quickly

Tuesdays and Thursdays, if i leave at just the right time, at a very certain part of the sidewalk near a very certain old oak tree, i happen to walk past swingboy and his friends walking the opposite way and get to say something awkward and frantic  hey. [best part- his friends say hey back]. 

Today i left too early. Realized it, walked slower, let people pass me, went out of my way to throw away my apple core...

Still missed him/them.


damn.
better luck next Tuesday.

"You're not the same as you were before. You used to be much more.. much-ier. You've lost your muchness." - Alice in Wonderland

just some here and theres to be more much-ier...

Summer where you at! How spectacularly this would go with a tan wrist!

BOOTS ARE HERE 

 

 

February cocktail?

 

My, this girl is on a role. 

Good look, so claaaassic

here's to keeping our muchness!

Maybe I should just keep this to myself

Someone who writes about being single in one post, and boys in the next?  

Someone who loves boys and being single at the same time! 

simultaneous contradiction is my word. 

Meet the Fock-- err-- swing-dancing hot shot!

meeting a guy at a frat house? done. million and one times, welcome to college.

meeting a guy in the midst of being rocked and rolled across the dance floor at a band party at the frat house? done, yes(!), happened(!), and is now in the running for being America's next top best nights of college. (!!!!).

We met when Boy-fun-n-dance came up from behind, twirled me into a swing-dancin' daze and had us dancing until the wrist bands were gone and the band stopped singing. magical. an exhilarating rush that lasted and lasted. i don't know why i loved it so much. fun. i mean REAL fun. the kind we have sober. /bestintheworld. (pun intended. see: swingme).

and then we met. As in, exchanged names, relentless banter and sarcastic half-sentences in reply to each other's flirtatious back-and-forths. Integrally interrupted by curious frat friends trying to get a word in and a laugh out while we meet. sure, more fun.

and then we met. as in, hometowns, majors, classes, and the non important yet seemingly imminent information supposed to be discussed upon introduction. huge let down. okay, by this point there's a little more light and he's not the cutest boy in the bunch.  but he also loses his expert-swing-dancing- appeal because he's shy and ..i don't know the word. the one to describe the fact that he isn't interesting or fun anymore. it was annoying one-word answering (by both parties, I admit to it too) while waiting to figure out a way to say "I'm gonna go" without saying "i'm gonna go." 

I wish we could dance boys into love. 



oh. glad you haven't left yet. best part- z was walking into my building just as boy-fun-n-dance was walking me to the door. Z! wait! i promise i'm not with him! /fahck

I am so happy being single. It is the most exciting, fulfilling, spontaneous life there is. I was watching Real Housewives of Beverly Hills this morning (it's got nothing on Orange County) and all of the couples were taking a weekend trip to Vegas. All the housewives had their husbands there except one, Camille.  She was sad at first, when she got there, and who wouldn't be, in a glamorously romantic hotel suite with a larger than life water bed and breathtaking view from the balcony. She missed her husband (who was on a golf trip) and left him several messages (on his secretary-voiced-voicemail) until she decided she was going to have fun without him. Now, let me remind you she's a bratty Beverly Hills billionaire, so i can't say with complete confidence that she kept it cool and classy the entire weekend (i.e. dancing like a stripper, giving other husbands lap dances, relentlessly flirting with other husbands) but it gave me perspective on lives that aren't perpetually attached to a guy.  I hope i'm not anything like Camille, ever, but i do hope that I am able to face couple-y situations (cocktails, dinners etc) and not feel limited by the fact that I am single. Instead, without feeling incomplete, conquer the time and enjoy being the most individually fun person I can be. This way, someday, I won't have to share the fun with someone else, slumped together like a chicken pot pie.  I'll be able to stack my fun on top of his, so we'll be having double the fun, like a fabulous, four foot wedding cake. Chocolate, in all respects, of course. 

Orange you glad i didn't say banana!

i don't know what to eat for dinner so i researched (getting back into semester mode) some tasty inspirations.  Each year for Christmas, my brothers and I get oranges at the bottom of our stocking. They fit really well in the toe part. Just slide right in there. Anyway, it's a tradition that came from our ancestors (why does that word sound so old and Native American-like? they were really just my grandparents' grandparents) who had to celebrate Christmas during the Great Depression. I guess their parents couldn't afford CVS lipgloss and Harris Teeter socks. It's still cool though because it has history, means something to the family, and leaves all your stocking prezzies with its citrusy aroma. It's January 5th, and I still have my orange from my stocking. And, as FedEx has recently delivered the huge, annual box of seasonal oranges from Florida (in this house we use locations to describe people. Florida=grandparents), i thought it only fitting to show some blog love to those exotic, yet delightfully fresh orange-y recipes.

 

Sesame Orange Shrimp

Orange Avocado Salad

 

Grilled Chicken with Orange Chipotle Glaze

I want to be this kind of bride

 

I also want to be a lot of other things this year (not that i want the bride thing this year, duh) but it was in reading C's 2011 resolutions that i thought maybe writing it all down will help me stick to it more. 

So, this will probably be boring and unimaginative, but here goes.

-i want to be healthy when choosing foods and how much to eat

-i want to wake up to do yoga once every day. Evening yoga might be just as rewarding.

-i want to introduce myself to at least two new people in each of my classes this semester

-i want to make a point to go to my teachers' office hours at least once every three weeks.

-i want to keep relaxing time and studying time distinctly different and separated by space, activity, and location. This means no studying in bed, no blogging in the library, and no hanging out at my desk if a twelve-page paper sits atop. Good.

okay, so that's it. Not a long list, but enough for a challenge. And that's exactly what i want in 2011. 

To push myself and not settle.

Lez do the damn thing

starting over- 2011

this time 'round it's my year.