Meeting Jen Lancaster

Last Friday I took a trip two years in the making. I boarded a metro train bound for the city and met up with a friend. After a delightful dinner of tapas and sangria and a quick stop for cupcakes we made our way to the Jen Lancaster, Pretty in Plaid, book signing. Awww... look at the cute crazy stalker fangirrrl.I know you are already like, "Uh, what is the big deal? She's just some author. What are you some crazy stalker fan or something?" Well, I could be. I did after all wear lime green pants, a pink polo and pearls. And the above mentioned cupcakes. Divine, by the way. So while I could be construed as crazy stalker fangirl (hmm.. despite the lime green pants and pearls I'm really more of a fangirrrl, anyways...) it is more that Lancaster's first book came to me at just the right … [Read more...]

Like Totally and Gag me with a Spoon

Apparently I upset the 80s gods the other day when I innocently set my Facebook status to having an urge to listen to "bad 80s music". While I do love my fair share of 'I love the 80s' on VH-1 and all that I had no idea people were still so passionate about day glo colors, triple-layered socks, tight-rolled jeans (Sorry Ms. Holmes), WHAM!, Vuarnet (anyone else covet that V in a circle symbol back in the day?) and Duran Duran I am still much more of a bring on the funk and boogie on down to some do the hustle disco. You all seriously don't like having the 80s called "bad" unless it's by Michael Jackson do you?So what's your favorite song, movie, style or trend from the 80s? Do you still miss wearing your sunglasses at night and believe that Nicholas Cage's greatest movie role was in … [Read more...]

Ringworm or Puke in the Pool. Take Your Pick.

Today's mission should you choose to accept is to guess which story is true and which one is the April Fool's. It's all part of April's Blog Exchange, though um, we're not really exchanging any one's blog this time... See more stories true or false here. During my freshman year of college a group of girls and I, OK about half my hall, would regularly hang out at a nearby fraternity house. Friday night? We were at the house. Saturday afternoon? Probably playing flip cup and eating pizza at the house. Saturday night? Still at the house. The wee small hours of the morning? You got it. We were at that house. It's not that the guys were especially hot or that they were even that charismatic but for some reason we all took a liking to each other. Then one day as I was sitting on my bed I noticed … [Read more...]

Tales from the Cafeteria

Like chicken nuggets in an industrial-sized oven and limp green beans sifted through a giant steam tray these are the days of our lunch time. At fourteen, I was a reserved kid prone to shyness, except when it came to matters of the heart. I could be quite expressively volatile and didn’t suffer fools easily. So when the boy I had a crush on for what seemed like forever asked me out (you know “going out” where you don’t actually go anywhere because you can’t drive and well, you’re fourteen so really your life consists of movie nights with friends and such) I was ecstatic. When he dumped me the next day in fourth period French, I got pissed. He sent me a note from across the aisles. It was lame just like him. I had to send a message that this type of weenie-ass behavior would not be … [Read more...]