2.28.2012
2.26.2012
LOST, A Review
I've been on this newfound kick in where I watch old wildly popular shows on Netflix that I had never seen before.
I knew what my first choice had to be: LOST.
Instantly, from the first episode, I was sucked in. I'm a girl who loves me some mystery. I love figuring out plots, looking for clues and patting myself on the back when I guess the right outcome (hmmm...this is a prideful hobby of mine). And LOST just has this great primal, gritty, Lord of the Flies kind of feel to it.
Oh, and it's also ALL ABOUT these two guys:
LOST is one of the best shows I've seen, and now that it's over, I feel as though I'm missing it.
2.22.2012
Perfectly Acceptable Ashley
- to feel like I need to educate a group of people who think Bruno Mars is a great artist. Look, I'm a music snob and I know a good amount about music history and what makes an artist a legend deserving of praise. Bruno Mars, to me, is but a mere back-up singer. What's sad is, the music that gets all the attention now-a-days is pure crap, laced with computers that perfect voices (that give every song that annoying robot sound), and so in comparison, I'm sure people think Bruno Mars is decent. Oh, poor kids...they have so much to learn; and thus, it is my duty to teach! (I may or may not gotten into an argument about this while watching the Grammys).
- to bow down to Adele and believe that she deserves it all...
- to use "sneaky journalism tricks." At least, that's what my dad calls it when I debate an issue and use big words.
2.20.2012
Gee Ashley, You're a Smooth Talker
It was Saturday night, and my roommate Lainey and I hailed a cab to go to Carnavale in Little Italy (a Venetian festival). There were some rain clouds looming overhead, and Lainey worriedly said, "Oh man, I hope it doesn't rain...I spent all this time on my hair!"
So of course I took that opportunity to blast Lainey (in jest), and be a pain in the ass, and replied," Lainey, there are CHILDREN IN ETHIOPIA worrying about what they are going to have for supper, and you're worrying about your hair!"
She giggled and said, "You're right, you're right..."
So we continued our conversation, also including the cab driver, when I finally asked him, "Oh...and where are you from?"
"I'm from Ethiopia," he said with a knowing smile, "and I heard you talking about my country."
I turned bright red, mumbled something about being a "stupid American" and busted up laughing with Lainey, to which Lainey pointed out that that's what I get for making fun of her.
What are the chances?!
Lesson learned.
2.15.2012
Blogiversary: That Time I Met Lance Bass
This year, I've decided to rehatch something I'm both proud and even a little geeky over:
It was fall 2007, my last year at San Diego State University, and I had a tough decision to make: either go to my Broadcast Journalism class and be guaranteed an A (the professor was big on attendance), or skip class to go to a Lance Bass book signing. Looking back, I chose the enlightened path.
After a short road trip to Los Angeles we came upon The Grove, to the Barnes and Noble where Lance would show up. To even get into the event, I was forced to buy Lance's book, the oh-so-cleverly titled Out of Sync, a memoir about his journey coming out of the closet. Not the most mind-blowing writing, but I digress...
The crowd was an amusing blend of old *NSYNC fans and gay supporters; thus, the estrogen was high in this place. And then, Lance emerged, accompanied by shrieks and my dear friend Ali hyperventalating in the background (Lance was always her absolute favorite, give the girl a break).
Ali had practiced a whole speech, in where she would calmly and aloofly express her deep admiration for her favorite *NSYNCER, but all that came out of her mouth was, "I love you, canihavahug?"
Heh. I still joke with Ali about that day.
Was meeting Lance bass worth the B in my journalism class? YES!Here's to another year of embarrassing, blog-worthy moments...
2.12.2012
Whitney, You Were A Gem
2.09.2012
Favorite Thing Thursday
Served in awesome glasses, Turkish tea is one of my faves. I think it truly rivals English tea!
2.07.2012
In the In Between
I'm applying to jobs here and there, and when I say here and there, I mean San Diego and (insert city name here). It's an interesting place to be.
An in between.
Like that space between the minutes before rush hour, and when rush hour actually hits, when everyone is anticipating the traffic to change, but it hasn’t changed quite yet. You can feel the molecules in the air shifting, because the knowledge of what is to come is looming ahead. Everything is just different.
That's where I am. Somewhere in between. But I like it. It means something is on the horizon.
I'm anticipating the change.
2.06.2012
Defeating the Wedding Monster
- Engagement Party
- Engagement Photos
- Save-the-Dates
- Wedding Shower
- The Perfect Invitation
- Bachelorette Party
- Registry
- Venue
- The Perfect Dress
- The Perfect Bridesmaids Dresses
- The Perfect Flowers
- The "Best Day of Your Life"
- Do what you want, not what everyone else tells you to do. If you're big on all the traditions...go for it! But if all these pesky traditions are stressing you out, why have them? Who said professional engagement photos are a must? Who said you MUST send out save the dates? DO WHAT YOU WANT TO DO.
- Try not to put a gazillion expectations on one freakin' day. This takes some discipline and effort on your part, but realize that you're going to have much more fun if you're not expecting perfection.
- Be aware of the monster. When things get overwhelming, make sure to question everything. Remember that you are dealing with a money-making industry persuading you to buy more. You are a human who is capable of philosophy and great intellect; you are not a drone. Cut out the things you don't need.