Road Trip to LA: Day 3

I’ll keep this brief, because I have a happy hour to get to.

Day 3, we drove from North Carolina to Nashville.

I consumed the first biscuit of the trip.
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Then some Krispy Kreme donuts, and all of this took place in the first half hour of our drive.
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We drove through mountains.
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Then finally, in Nashville, we set out to find Connie Britton. I would have even settled for Hayden Panetierre, and yet, we came up empty.
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Thanks to the lack of Connie Britton, the stop in Nashville was only satisfactory. It’s probably a blessing in disguise, though, because I had already lost the argument with my mom over whether she was allowed to tell Connie Britton about my blog if we met her.

Do you think Connie Britton would like my blog?

Road Trip to LA: Day 2

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With a dream in my heart and Trader Joe’s unsweetened fruit leather in my glove box, my mom and I finally headed out at Midnight on Wednesday morning. We wanted to leave Tuesday, but the snow stopped us. We planned on staying with my cousin, Erin, and her family on their farm in New Jersey, but because we lost a day we decided to just drive straight through to North Carolina. So, basically you could be looking at pictures of me in Hunter rainboots sliding around in manure and being chased by chickens if the snow had just held off a day. Sliding doors, Gwyneth.

We got to my mom’s cousin’s house in Kernersville around 4pm. I have a lot of trouble understanding babies and people with accents, but at one point I heard my mom’s cowboy cousin mention “Parks and Recreation” and I was like, “okay, a topic I know a little something about!” But I guess they were literally talking about the parks department of their town…

We got some BBQ with more cousins. It was good and I sat across from this 16 year old boy, that surely, I am vaguely related to, who looked just like Gunner from “Nashville,” but no one had seen the show, and I felt very lonely.

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After, we went back to the house and I spent the rest of the night debating whether or not to steal this from the guest room

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Ultimately, I decided not to as an additional thank you to cousin Mandy and her family for their hospitality, but I still really, really want it.

Road Trip to LA: Day 1

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So far, my mother and I have cleared 50 feet from our respective bedrooms to the living room. If we can maintain this pace, we should be to LA by the time I’m 32. Luckily, I use anti-aging cream pretty religiously, so I think I’ll still be able to read as (Hollywood) high school age by then.

Happy Birthday, Mama!

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Today was my dear muh-ma’s birthday. I won’t say how old she is, but I WILL say that based on the genetics I inherited (and my diligent use of anti-aging products on both my face and neck [the neck is key, friends!]) I will probably be able to play high school until I’m 30. I could bring this talent to Toronto and with the right head shot, I think I’m a shoo in to play a teen who’s internet bullied into suicide on “Degrassi”. A plum role, indeed.

Anyway, I made my mom this cake and it turned out looking like a mix of “Troop Beverly Hills” and the last half of “That Thing You Do” interpreted through a baked good.

Happy Weekend

One of my mom’s co-workers went to Chicago for New Year’s or something and brought me back some Nuts on Clark Chicago Mix popcorn. The Chicago mix (caramel and cheese popcorn) from either Nuts on Clark, Garret’s Popcorn, or a 6 month old bag from the shelf of a CVS in Illinois is one of my top 5 favorite foods. You just can’t find this stuff in New England, and it’s like crack in the sense that it’s so addictive, but also not like crack in the sense that it’s not legitimately addictive or has the capability to ruin your life.

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When I went to Vegas last year, we had a layover in Chicago. I think we had about 20 minutes to get to our next gate, and I decided it was worth the risk to find the Garret’s popcorn kiosk that I knew existed in the airport somewhere. You’ve never seen anything more an endearing than my friend with a fresh Starbucks in her hand and me with my entire arm in a bag of popcorn while we waltzed on the completely full and seated plane like, “hey, guys, we can go now! Vegas, riiight?!” as we started pouring Bailey’s nips in our coffee before we managed to get our seatbelt on. You should have seen how cute I was, like, 10 seconds before when I couldn’t find my boarding pass and had to dump the contents of my orange and pink leopard print Betsey Johnson carry on. Don’t worry, I found it- just in the front pocket hiding behind some old Forever 21 receipts! Hollaaaa! Vegaaaas!

Anyway, it’s the freakin’ weekend and I’m about to go buck wild on some $3 happy hour nachos. Hope you are doing something equally glamorous. You’re only in your 20′s for 10 years, after all.

Best of 2012

tumblr_mfvr8bM1j81r4zlnbo1_500Welcome to 2013, readers! 2012 was a great year because I didn’t die and no one I knew died, and that’s about it.

I will not tell you that 2013 is the year of Dara* because one time a guy told me it was “the summer of Jeff,” and then I gagged on the Jack and Coke he bought me without asking, which, if we’re on this topic, is not the kind of drink you just assume someone likes. Do I look like I drink Jack and Coke? Did I go to business school? Am I quoting Anchorman? Okay, so I will take a Sauvignon Blanc if they have it. They don’t? Ugh, what kind of dump did you take me to? Fine, vodka soda.

*It is, though. And, the Year of Dara is a clear Happy Endings reference, making it cooler, and Jeff had never heard of Happy Endings so there is a very concise difference between us. Shout out to Jeff if he reads this.

Anyway, 2012. 12 posts from the year, posts that I found particularly fun when I read them back to myself while I was drunk on white wine (click on the picture):

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 2. Halloween Recap 3. 7 Reasons Why I’m Ill-Equipped to Have Children0518140a13aa11e2952122000a1fbf2e_7 4. 3 Reasons Why Being Single is (Probably) Better Than Dating a Serial Killerbikestealer2 5. The Compulsive Bike StealerScreen shot 2012-09-21 at 1.25.12 PM 6. 11 Girl Friends You Probably HaveMagicMike7. Don’t You Yolo Me sophia-grace-rosie-grammys-2012-red-carpet 8. The Future of the Adult Entertainment Industry929152328b0c11e19e4a12313813ffc0_79. Dara and the Big Sleepover meangirls10. 7 Bits of Advice for Young Girls
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 11.  5 Things You Should Know About Being an Acting MajorSandra 12. Valentines for Single People

Happy New Year, and I promise I won’t tweet anything to the tune of “so jacked for 2013! #bigthings are happening! #blessed.”

3 Things You Did in College That Don’t Matter Anymore

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1. Study abroad. I know it was a profound experience for you, but nobody wants to hear your study abroad stories (we also don’t want to hear about the weird dream you had. It’s like the same thing). I’m also sorry to tell you that spending 3 months in France doesn’t give you the right to pronounce croissant like cwah-sont. In one semester you can hardly conceive a child and then wait the 13 week miscarriage grace period before telling people you’re pregnant, let alone convincingly pick up a French accent that you only use when pronouncing French food. While we’re at it, you should know that taking up temporary residence somewhere for 3 months doesn’t mean you can start telling people you “lived” in Europe. You barely got used to people driving on the other side of the road before you had to go back. I never studied abroad, but I did spend a semester in Chicago, and in those 3 months, I did and saw enough things to give dining and entertainment suggestions to friends visiting Chicago to fill up a quick weekend visit. If you’re going for a week, I can get you through Monday to Thursday morning, but beyond that I’ve got nothing except that the Chipotle on Rush and Division has excellent service.

2. Interned. I had two internships in college, and I was still worried that it wasn’t enough. I know people who had amazing internships and the the indentation in their mattress from having too much time on their hands to sleep due to unemployment (and good, All-American depression) is just as big as mine.

3. Had a major. Seriously, if your morals about lying are loose, you can pretty much just do an extended Google session to pick up some lingo and start telling employers you majored in communications instead of music composition. Unless you’re trying to be a doctor or a Chinese interpretor I don’t think it really matters.

Have a great Thanksgiving break college students, BYEEE!

Star-Crossed Gingers

Have you ever seen two gingers dating? Two gingers holding hands, walking down the street? I, personally, have not. As a proud ginger, I have never dated a ginger man myself, not necessarily because I don’t like a red headed guy, but because two red heads together makes me very uncomfortable. However, you should also take into account that middle school couples or couples comprised of two short people (they remind me of middle schoolers) also makes me uncomfortable. Also, I don’t know how anyone feels offended by gay relationships when there are couples who look related to one another walking around like what they’re doing is natural. Maybe I’m wrong about this ginger theory since my threshold for tolerating things is very low, but I also know that I’m right, so there’s that.

It’s a sad thing, being right about everything. Especially in this case. There are so many gingers I can never love because our hair keeps us apart. The only men I would consider overlooking the creepy ginger couple thing would be:

Brody from Homeland OR Damian Lewis. I would take this ginger in any form: fictional married terrorist or dramatic actor. Both situations are not ideal, but I love him so much.

Ginger Doctor from Grey’s Anatomy. I was blanking on his character’s name so I just typed that in and Google knew exactly what I was talking about, which is kind of sad for him. I like him on the show even though (or because?) he kind of looks like a werewolf when he talks.

Prince Harry. Honestly, I shouldn’t even be telling you how many times I’ve thought that if he and I fell in love what a pain in the ass it would be to dye my hair and get new headshots. But I’d do it for you, Harry. I would give up this life as a red headed, mediocre blogger and waitress with thousands of dollars in student loan debt…. for you. For love.

25 Little-Known Facts About Hocus Pocus

Reblogged from Thought Catalog:

Like almost everyone else in the world, Hocus Pocus was one of my favorite movies as a kid. I would curl up on the couch with my parents every Halloween to watch a movie technically too old for my age group. Through this movie I learned what virginity and yabos were, but there were lots of things I, apparently, did not pick up on.

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I'm fresh out of pithy observations today, but I'm positively brimming with Halloween spirit. I'm still going back and forth between being Chuckie Finster or Wayne from "Wayne's World" for Halloween, which I need to figure out now because I'm running out of time for my Halloween tradition of getting a McDonald's Happy Meal in one of those special Halloween buckets, filling it with candy, then eating said candy from said bucket while I watch "Hocus Pocus"  and make my Halloween costume. While I go get my life together and perhaps decide last minute to focus on something more important than eating Raisinettes from a fast food container, go ahead and enjoy this Thought Catalogue post.