It isn't everyday that a girl gets to write a post about weaponry! I changed my mind about wanting to be a granny for Halloween. I still want to baby powder my hair one day but I figure at this rate I'm bound to be gimpy again by next Halloween (since this will be the second one in a row that I will be limping for).
In a fit of pure nerdom I decided I wanted to be a vampire slayer but since I am a brunette I shall be Faith, the slightly evil, super butt kicking vampire slayer, instead of Buffy. Very easy costume, lots of black, bright lipstick, slightly disheveled hair and oh yes, some stakes! I kind of wish I could get a hold of a crossbow but somehow I think that would be a bad idea for several reasons.
1. I would have trouble bringing weaponry into public places like a bar or say, the subway station.
2. Intoxicated people really should be around such easily lethal weaponry.
3. I would have to carry it all evening. Crossbows look kind of heavy.
4. It definitely wouldn't fit in my purse.
I plan on spending part of the day tomorrow converting an old, broken hockey stick into a few stakes. I can't quite figure out how we ever acquired a hockey stick since to my knowledge neither my brother nor I ever played street hockey (let alone on ice).
The rest of the day shall be alternately reserved for studying for the GREs, yelling at my GRE prep book and consoling myself by eating copious amounts of Swedish fish. Sugar highs are the only thing that seem to get me through this. I never minded studying for content exams in college or high school but this test is absolutely ridiculous. I wish I could do what I did for the SATs and not study but I want a top score.
Bets on how many days before I start throwing my book at the wall or attempting to burn it?
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
Granny Time!
This might be offensive to my geriatric readers but here it goes:
Last October, I gave you the historical rants from my family about Halloween. Whatever, I need an excuse to go into NYC and have a blast.
There is just one eensy weensy problem with that. My ankles are not party friendly yet.
This year I shall be The Granny. It's a fabulous excuse to rock a cane! I'm thinking stretched out ugly sweater, floral leggings, hot pink lipstick, badly applied blush and baby powder white hair. I can clash, be frumpy, eccentric all in the name of my costume! I'm a fan. Kind of the opposite of the sexy looks most people in their 20s seem to go for but far more practical. Not to mention it involves very little money to make.
Unless of course, you dear reader, have another gimpy compatible costume?
Last October, I gave you the historical rants from my family about Halloween. Whatever, I need an excuse to go into NYC and have a blast.
There is just one eensy weensy problem with that. My ankles are not party friendly yet.
This year I shall be The Granny. It's a fabulous excuse to rock a cane! I'm thinking stretched out ugly sweater, floral leggings, hot pink lipstick, badly applied blush and baby powder white hair. I can clash, be frumpy, eccentric all in the name of my costume! I'm a fan. Kind of the opposite of the sexy looks most people in their 20s seem to go for but far more practical. Not to mention it involves very little money to make.
Unless of course, you dear reader, have another gimpy compatible costume?
Friday, October 16, 2009
Life life life
Let it never be said that my mother doesn't know her daughter. The other day I was seriously glum and moping around the house. I mean full out, still in the pajamas, hair sticking up-- a post coffee ingestion wallow. I have had lots of job offers but upon reading the contract, discover they are not half as good as they originally sounded. Luckily, I have more interviews lined up for this week but still. I miss Salsa Boy, I miss my friends, I miss living in a city and not having to drive everywhere, I miss my budget and so on and so forth ad nauseum.
Anyways, sometime in the afternoon my mother demanded I get up and put on some clothes so that we could go to Borders Books and make use of her $5 off coupon. (Yes, yes indie bookstores are better and I use them when they exist but my part of the Island has a Borders.) I got comfort books, absolutely lacking in literary merit, historical value or educational content. What books you ask, the next two Sookie Stackhouse books in that vampire series that the HBO show True Blood is based on. Sometimes a girl just needs something mindless to read. I am in the middle of about 8 different 'good' books that I've started since I've been home and sort of abandoned and lost interest in. The less active I am physically the less brain power I seem to have. Anyways, point being is that my Mom definitely cheered me up. Not only were the books $5 off, it was a buy one, get one 50% off on the series AND an additional 20% off because we have the Border's reward card thingy. Sales also cheer me up.
In other words, I continue to go insane from lack of activity. I have friends and things to do in the city but it's so expensive to get there! Maybe I'll go swimming at the Y or something. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to swim though. Swimming is supposed to be the best activity for rehabbing joints since it puts so little strain on them but my doctor told me to try to minimize my walking/standing and I'm not sure how swimming fits on the scale. I could always try it out and see how much pain I'm in afterward. Trial and error my friends!
Anyways, sometime in the afternoon my mother demanded I get up and put on some clothes so that we could go to Borders Books and make use of her $5 off coupon. (Yes, yes indie bookstores are better and I use them when they exist but my part of the Island has a Borders.) I got comfort books, absolutely lacking in literary merit, historical value or educational content. What books you ask, the next two Sookie Stackhouse books in that vampire series that the HBO show True Blood is based on. Sometimes a girl just needs something mindless to read. I am in the middle of about 8 different 'good' books that I've started since I've been home and sort of abandoned and lost interest in. The less active I am physically the less brain power I seem to have. Anyways, point being is that my Mom definitely cheered me up. Not only were the books $5 off, it was a buy one, get one 50% off on the series AND an additional 20% off because we have the Border's reward card thingy. Sales also cheer me up.
In other words, I continue to go insane from lack of activity. I have friends and things to do in the city but it's so expensive to get there! Maybe I'll go swimming at the Y or something. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to swim though. Swimming is supposed to be the best activity for rehabbing joints since it puts so little strain on them but my doctor told me to try to minimize my walking/standing and I'm not sure how swimming fits on the scale. I could always try it out and see how much pain I'm in afterward. Trial and error my friends!
Monday, October 12, 2009
I'm a guest blogger!
I'm a guest blogger on my Mom's blog today. She blogs about sewing, food and gardening so I did a bit about her food. Check it out!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
The Most Serene Republic
The Most Serene Republic is not a weird political cult, it is an indie band! I went to see them at Le Poisson Rouge on Thursday in NYC (on Bleecker Street). I love them for 2 main reasons:
1. Amazingly complex musically, blending 3 guitars, a bass guitar, a keyboard, percussionist, and a vocalist. The keyboard player also sometimes plays the trumpet and a few of the guitar players sometimes play a mandolin, banjo or violin instead.
2. Unlike many musically interesting indie bands, their vocals are always good and they do interesting harmonies. It's always a shame when a band has good music but the lead singer can't actually carry a tune or sing.
I couldn't believe that the band that was headlining, the Grand Archive, sucked so much in comparison. The Parisian Indie Hipster and I sat there going 1, 4, 4, 1 etc. for a few songs and then decided that if they weren't going to use any new chords it was okay for us to leave a little early. Their music was also far too mellow for the venue and rather sleep inducing. If you have insomnia listen away, they'll definitely put you to sleep.
Today has been an exercise in keeping myself from going insane from the boredom. I went to several yard sales which were largely unsuccessful though my Dad did score a box full of new Polish light bulbs and a weed sprayer. Grocery shopping was alright though I failed to find vegan margarine for baking purposes. The vegan spread isn't so good for baking with. However, my Mom is going to make me chocolate mousse instead so I'm not really suffering here.
I checked my email, played text twirl, ate lunch, read part of A Canticle for Leibowitz, brushed the dog, helped my Dad fix a circuit light problem thingy and then walked slowly around the house contemplating the art work. We do have a pretty rad collection of art thanks to the fact that my Mom used to paint, her best friend was an artist and a great art hook-up for photography because of a gallery that our cousin owns. I also tried to convince my Dad to fix the frame of the cloud painting that used to hang in my bathroom and has since been replaced with an oil painting of a post office. Don't get me wrong, the post office is nice enough but doesn't really go with the zen relaxation theme I have/had going on. The wire snapped at some point during the past year causing the painting to go crashing do the floor. Luckily the glass didn't break but the frame itself needs to be put back together. I'm not entirely clear on what's wrong, it looks like it just needs a couple of nails to me but it might be more complicated since it hasn't been fixed yet.
And now I am infinitely happier because I got a Skype video call from Salsa Boy who was freakishly up at 3am his time.
On the other hand I completely lost my train of thought. Oh well. More next time!
1. Amazingly complex musically, blending 3 guitars, a bass guitar, a keyboard, percussionist, and a vocalist. The keyboard player also sometimes plays the trumpet and a few of the guitar players sometimes play a mandolin, banjo or violin instead.
2. Unlike many musically interesting indie bands, their vocals are always good and they do interesting harmonies. It's always a shame when a band has good music but the lead singer can't actually carry a tune or sing.
I couldn't believe that the band that was headlining, the Grand Archive, sucked so much in comparison. The Parisian Indie Hipster and I sat there going 1, 4, 4, 1 etc. for a few songs and then decided that if they weren't going to use any new chords it was okay for us to leave a little early. Their music was also far too mellow for the venue and rather sleep inducing. If you have insomnia listen away, they'll definitely put you to sleep.
Today has been an exercise in keeping myself from going insane from the boredom. I went to several yard sales which were largely unsuccessful though my Dad did score a box full of new Polish light bulbs and a weed sprayer. Grocery shopping was alright though I failed to find vegan margarine for baking purposes. The vegan spread isn't so good for baking with. However, my Mom is going to make me chocolate mousse instead so I'm not really suffering here.
I checked my email, played text twirl, ate lunch, read part of A Canticle for Leibowitz, brushed the dog, helped my Dad fix a circuit light problem thingy and then walked slowly around the house contemplating the art work. We do have a pretty rad collection of art thanks to the fact that my Mom used to paint, her best friend was an artist and a great art hook-up for photography because of a gallery that our cousin owns. I also tried to convince my Dad to fix the frame of the cloud painting that used to hang in my bathroom and has since been replaced with an oil painting of a post office. Don't get me wrong, the post office is nice enough but doesn't really go with the zen relaxation theme I have/had going on. The wire snapped at some point during the past year causing the painting to go crashing do the floor. Luckily the glass didn't break but the frame itself needs to be put back together. I'm not entirely clear on what's wrong, it looks like it just needs a couple of nails to me but it might be more complicated since it hasn't been fixed yet.
And now I am infinitely happier because I got a Skype video call from Salsa Boy who was freakishly up at 3am his time.
On the other hand I completely lost my train of thought. Oh well. More next time!
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sparkling
No, not sparkling Korea (for those of you lucky enough to not have seen that ad campaign, hope to remain in ignorance to my reference) but my sparkling bathroom. That's right, the highlight of my day was cleaning my bathroom to its sparkling glory. It was also followed by sweeping my Mom's studio. I need to get a life. Desperately.
I also picked up my watch from the jewelers. It is now the right size but the battery change didn't fix the problem so now I have to call Dillards and complain. On the other hand it will make a marked change to complaining about pain! Today, I have stumbled upon a lovely pain killer combination: topical anti-inflammatory (think ibuprofen in a tube) and regular Tylenol. Still hurts but not so badly. I am a fan. My Mom's best friend recommended the topical stuff and since my Mom has a bazillion things wrong with her back/neck/shoulder we have quite the pharmacy. No worries, this is the over the counter variety.
Tomorrow the exciting venture will be calling Dillards and starting on my Mom's back closet which is in dire need of OCD like reorganization. She did not even ask me to do it, I am doing it out of sheer, mind numbing boredom. (Though to be fair, it is also a slight guilt trip ploy to get her to hem my pants before I go into the city on Thursday since I obviously want to wear my favorite jeans.) Now that the 5 day holiday is over in Korea I shall get more emails and interviews set up. Thank God, being unemployed is heinously boring. It's fun for about 2 days and then I ran out of things to do. I am much better at keeping myself occupied for smaller amounts of time. I have a sneaking suspicion that I will be like my late Grandpa and keep coming out of retirement until my health forces me to stay there because good grief it must be boring.
I may need to start blogging about the news since there is obviously nothing going on in my life.
I also picked up my watch from the jewelers. It is now the right size but the battery change didn't fix the problem so now I have to call Dillards and complain. On the other hand it will make a marked change to complaining about pain! Today, I have stumbled upon a lovely pain killer combination: topical anti-inflammatory (think ibuprofen in a tube) and regular Tylenol. Still hurts but not so badly. I am a fan. My Mom's best friend recommended the topical stuff and since my Mom has a bazillion things wrong with her back/neck/shoulder we have quite the pharmacy. No worries, this is the over the counter variety.
Tomorrow the exciting venture will be calling Dillards and starting on my Mom's back closet which is in dire need of OCD like reorganization. She did not even ask me to do it, I am doing it out of sheer, mind numbing boredom. (Though to be fair, it is also a slight guilt trip ploy to get her to hem my pants before I go into the city on Thursday since I obviously want to wear my favorite jeans.) Now that the 5 day holiday is over in Korea I shall get more emails and interviews set up. Thank God, being unemployed is heinously boring. It's fun for about 2 days and then I ran out of things to do. I am much better at keeping myself occupied for smaller amounts of time. I have a sneaking suspicion that I will be like my late Grandpa and keep coming out of retirement until my health forces me to stay there because good grief it must be boring.
I may need to start blogging about the news since there is obviously nothing going on in my life.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
When in doubt, turn to google.
Today I googled things to do while you are bored and things to do while you are bed ridden. Based on my wonderful search engine advice I did the following:
1. Gave myself a virtual makeover. Was much more dull than the magazines made it sound.
2. Gave myself half of a real makeover then decided it involved too much effort/standing.
3. Played online puzzle games.
4. Finished 3 more pages in my scrapbook/multimedia journal project.
5. Stared into space.
6. Drove to Amityville to play musical cars with my Dad. Driving still hurts but was not excruciating/tear causing.
7. Watched an episode of John Doe (old tv show) and the new Stargate on Hulu. Neither of them were very good.
8. Ate 3 meals. This can be a very good time killer if you eat slowly.
9. Brushed my dog.
10. Made my dog a doggie food omelet with 3 eggs, dog food and Parmesan cheese scrapings. He was very pleased.
11. Read every single blog I follow and have bookmarked.
12. Read every single web comic anyone has ever recommended to me.
13. Reread the Time Traveler's Wife.
14. Took an hour long bath.
15. Took lots of extra strength tylenol.
I need to go back to Korea/have my ankles get better before I lose my mind from the boredom. Just so you know. Also, my blog posts will never ever be interesting again if I don't get more mobile. Unless of course I get abducted by aliens and have freakish experiences in outer space before returning to my blog. It could happen.
1. Gave myself a virtual makeover. Was much more dull than the magazines made it sound.
2. Gave myself half of a real makeover then decided it involved too much effort/standing.
3. Played online puzzle games.
4. Finished 3 more pages in my scrapbook/multimedia journal project.
5. Stared into space.
6. Drove to Amityville to play musical cars with my Dad. Driving still hurts but was not excruciating/tear causing.
7. Watched an episode of John Doe (old tv show) and the new Stargate on Hulu. Neither of them were very good.
8. Ate 3 meals. This can be a very good time killer if you eat slowly.
9. Brushed my dog.
10. Made my dog a doggie food omelet with 3 eggs, dog food and Parmesan cheese scrapings. He was very pleased.
11. Read every single blog I follow and have bookmarked.
12. Read every single web comic anyone has ever recommended to me.
13. Reread the Time Traveler's Wife.
14. Took an hour long bath.
15. Took lots of extra strength tylenol.
I need to go back to Korea/have my ankles get better before I lose my mind from the boredom. Just so you know. Also, my blog posts will never ever be interesting again if I don't get more mobile. Unless of course I get abducted by aliens and have freakish experiences in outer space before returning to my blog. It could happen.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Bitter and Bitching
For the most part, if I could change anything about my past, I wouldn't. Everything is cumulative and part of who I am today. Bad experiences helped me grow and all of that cliched nonsense. However, I will admit that if I could stop myself from doing that route rock climbing without getting an additional crash pad I would have. Today was the first morning in NY where it was chilly enough to warrant the heat being on. My ankles, instead of hurting after I walked around a bit started off achy before I got out of bed. A hot bath to warm them up didn't help. Two extra strength Tylenol didn't help. Driving to the bank to deposit a check for my Dad actually brought tears to my eyes I was in so much pain from the pressure of pushing the gas pedal.
I hate being grumpy and short tempered because I am in so much pain. I am tired of whining about being in pain. I am tired of being in pain. Right now I'm supposed to be doing physical therapy and acupuncture but because I don't have health insurance in NY the best I can do is stay off of my feet as much as possible. The cost of 1 week of the sort of treatment that I need without insurance would almost completely wipe out my savings. In Korea, it would cost me 20 bucks for everything. Actually it would cost less if I didn't go to my fancy English speaking doctors.
Yuck, yuck, yuck.
I hate being grumpy and short tempered because I am in so much pain. I am tired of whining about being in pain. I am tired of being in pain. Right now I'm supposed to be doing physical therapy and acupuncture but because I don't have health insurance in NY the best I can do is stay off of my feet as much as possible. The cost of 1 week of the sort of treatment that I need without insurance would almost completely wipe out my savings. In Korea, it would cost me 20 bucks for everything. Actually it would cost less if I didn't go to my fancy English speaking doctors.
Yuck, yuck, yuck.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
A love affair
Yesterday I spent most of the day getting all of my paperwork properly assembled. I finally have an apostilled (I know that isn't a verb word but just go with it) criminal background report! I sat in Starbucks only long enough to get my cell phone charged and working again. Starbucks downtown are full of NYU and Cooper Union kids and it made me feel weirdly old. I know that being the ripe age of 23 is young on pretty much every scale but seeing a bunch of college kids studying evoked a really strange mix of emotions. It was a combination of relief at not having to be sleep deprived anymore, jealousy of studying and learning, alienation from the local culture and a wee bit of bitter nostalgia for taking classes (I suppose that is the same as the jealousy but it felt like 2 separate emotions). So instead of sitting and basking in my latte buzz I wandered down to Washington Square park to read and people watch. (Working my way very slowly through Dicken's Hard Times. Slowly meaning that I keep abandoning it to read other books and then returning to it for more 19th century schadenfreude goodness.)
Later I met up with friends for Lapalapa, yummy Mexican food. I had tacos al pastor and shared a pitcher of frozen margarita. My God I forgot how good margaritas are properly made. The lack of lime in Korea seriously prohibits the successful execution of a margarita and they never have frozen on the menu. Everything was reasonably priced by NY standards but I keep forgetting how much more expensive it is to go out here. Good thing I don't have many friends in NY.
Later I met up with friends for Lapalapa, yummy Mexican food. I had tacos al pastor and shared a pitcher of frozen margarita. My God I forgot how good margaritas are properly made. The lack of lime in Korea seriously prohibits the successful execution of a margarita and they never have frozen on the menu. Everything was reasonably priced by NY standards but I keep forgetting how much more expensive it is to go out here. Good thing I don't have many friends in NY.
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