Monthly Archives: December 2008

Post-exams!

My debit card transaction history during finals week:

12/11/2008 MC-CAMPUSFOOD COM 2126163070 -$37.00 Send a secured message to WaMu about this transaction
12/11/2008 MC-APL*ITUNES 866-712-7753 -$3.18 Send a secured message to WaMu about this transaction
12/10/2008 MC-DOMINICKS RESTAURANT SYRACUSE -$30.00 Send a secured message to WaMu about this transaction
12/10/2008 MC-CAMPUSFOOD COM 2126163070 -$15.00 Send a secured message to WaMu about this transaction
12/9/2008 MC-UNIQUE TEA CAFE SYRACUSE -$10.21 Send a secured message to WaMu about this transaction
12/8/2008 MC-JIMMY JOHN S #999 QPS SYRACUSE -$5.62 Send a secured message to WaMu about this transaction
12/8/2008 MC-STARBUCKS USA 00075Q48 SYRACUSE -$6.00 Send a secured message to WaMu about this transaction

Ah, my eyes! Make it go awayyyy.

The steadily increasing cost of food-related purchases is not looking so good for my thinning wallet/expanding waistline combination. And sadly yes, due to my school’s strict policy against music-pirating which I am too technologically disabled to get around, I’m left with no choice but to buy songs off iTunes. THE HORROR. I’m a huge fan of beating the system if it results in me getting things for free, so this is kind of a big deal. Perhaps I am growing up? (Maybe, but only for about 8 months out of the year – the other 4 at home are spent frantically downloading every song I’ve heard since middle school  and overloading my iPod with all my glorious smuggled music.)

On that melodic note, I’d just like to mention that I am officially in the holiday spirit so…Christmas songs galore! And by galore, I mean on repeat for at least 10 hours a day. This one never fails to put a big stupid grin on my face:

Aww, how can you NOT giggle at Justin’s bleached curls and 90’s dance moves made up of excessive hand-clapping and awkward upper body motion? (I’m especially loving the multiracial babies about halfway through. As most people know – maybe I should stop making this information so public – little black boys are my weakness. If they’re also rockin’ the fro like this adorable one, I squeal outwardly and melt inside.)

Anyway, I digress, which I often do when I’m looking for any excuse not to finish my papers, which is basically what this blog entry was for, so back to it. Enjoy the boy band-crooning in the meantime because next up on the playlist is Britney. (Since I seem to use parenthetical asides primarily for shameful confessions, I’ll admit it. I teared watching her MTV documentary.) But can’t fight it – the pop royalty is back and looking GOOD. Seriously, can I look like that after two consecutive pregnancies, please? I assume it’s nothing that a little exercise and craving control can’t solve. Hmm. And therein lies the problem. Anybody up for some hardcore gym action…after the 25th? (Let’s be real now, no one skips Christmas dinner.)

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Wishful thinking

In lieu of the impending holidays, I’ve decided to put together a wishlist of sorts for my current longings and insatiable desires. On Friday, December 5 at 9:24 p.m., I wish that:

-Starbucks would set up a permanent coffee stand in the BB elevators, so that when I must endure the headache-inducing, patience-testing ride from the lobby to the 12th floor (while a mixed odor of rusty metal and late night campus food pervades my nostrils), I can at least have the warmth of a tall caramel macchiato in one hand and freedom to punch whichever sheepishly apologetic person gets off at the 2nd floor.

-Someone undyingly devoted to me and well-versed in Marxist literature would write my English paper while I provide them with snack breaks and endless entertainment (but not enough to distract them from completing my barely-started assignment).

-The university would build an underground transportation system, preferably designed like a full-feature steel roller coaster, complete with seat straps and the occasional loop-de-loop.

-I could avoid all awkward run-ins with “only friends on Facebook” friends and not be compelled to carry on a stilted, 3-minute conversation concerning the frigid weather conditions of upstate New York.

-There were more people like Jon Favreau in my life. 27-year-old head speechwriter to Obama means 1) Hot, 2) Eloquent, 3) VIP access to The Man. Swooning much? Yes, yes, I am.

-It was easier for me to convey my love and appreciation for close friends and family. I know I may seem aloof and indifferent at times (and I’m really trying to work on that!), but I care about you a lot more than you think.

-I could fly, be invisible, stop time, and read minds, all for various important reasons. And I guess if I’m wishing for impossible skills that I’ll never acquire, learning how to cook something other than ramen would be nice, too.

-Unfettered curiosity and passion would get you more in life than personal enlightenment and an assortment of useless information.

Sigh, a girl can dream.

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