being smug

Ah.  Spring semester is in the air.  I can sense the panic and last minute hangovers in the atmosphere.  The line out of the Financial Aid office is into the stairwell.  The Cashier’s Office’s is almost to the front door of the building.  Save for Finals Week, there is nay a week this chaotic and panic-inducing.  I, of course, handled all my business before everyone else so I get to laugh at all of them.  Cruel, but if you aren’t a freshman and you are falling prey to procrastination for your spring courses, you deserve it.  The only misery I share with the lot is waiting for my tuition reimbursement check to arrive

happy 2010!

Let’s try not to make this next decade a mediocre one! )

XXX-mas may have come early, but I’m still satisfied.

Canon T1i! Now maybe you guys will start to get more visually interesting posts!

EPIC !!!11!!!11#o$*&($#

I really dislike the Longchamp Le Pliage tote.  I think it’s the equivelant of any Coach bag with signature print on it.  It’s the representation of the middle class high school girl’s/freshman in college’s hopeful gaze upward.  You know- a waste of money for status, that in reality isn’t buying you much status with the people that count.  I do, however, like some of Longchamp’s other stuff.  Upon a random browse-through, I found this amazingly epic bag:

meow meow meow meow meow!!!

 

yay!

 

…i may have to buy this.

confessions

I don’t know why Chloe Sevigny is famous.  I don’t particularly like how she dresses or how she looks, save for when she was in Kids with that amazingly sexy pixie she had.  I’m pretty sure this is no fault of her own or the masses who adore her, but rather me “just not getting it.”  Same as Alexa Chung.  I’m a bastard, I know.  I harbor no malicious intent, however my confusion in their popularity is so stirring that I must express it.

things i love Thursday

Hoorah!  I finally have time to do a Things I Love Thursday post.  I don’t know how I went so long without posting one without killing myself. 

The end of the fall semester.  Finally, my marathon semester has finished.  I don’t even know what I’m going to do with the free time.  Hopefully post something interesting, hm?  What I do know, is that I will be definitely be having a few celabratory drinks.

Shoes.  Perhaps this is why I have not ended my life from stress- at least over the past two weeks.  It’s Employee Appreciation at UO, meaning I get 40% off on sale items as well.  Lucky for me, we had a pair of the LD Tuttle x Urban Outfitters Colonial Madness chain heels.  $148 went down to $29.99.  I also bought those damn Frye Engineer boots.  I always felt I couldn’t justify boots in the desert, however I have suddenly been reminded of how fucking cold it gets in the desert during the winter. 

 

Rebel’s Pizza.  There’s a pizza place across the street on campus on Maryland Parkway that has $3.49 one topping pizzas.  Oh, and they don’t taste like cardboard.  Love!

The UNLV Runnin’ Rebels.  We whomped Louisville, and OH HAI WE’RE RANKED 17 IN THE NATION RIGHT NOW.  Quite nice after sucking massive phallus last year.  7-0 right now!

Portable heaters.  It went from 78 degrees to colder than a polar bear’s nose (30s-ish).  I’m not built for this.

Video Phone by Beyonce and Lady Gaga.  I actually hate Beyonce and I don’t care for Lady Gaga’s music.  I’m not sure why I like this.  Probably because the innuendo is so raunchy, and raunchy usually means automatic like from me.  Whatevz.  I watch this video over and over and over and I’m not tired of it yet.  It’s not even a really good video either- it’s weird, and not in a good way.  I don’t know.  My only complaint is that Lady Gaga is the most normal I’ve ever seen her, and that’s boring.

You can be my Humbert, and I’ll be your Dolores.

“Just wait until you get to college.”  That’s what everybody told me before I graduated high school.  Of course, they were referring to the numerous amounts of attractive men that would be at my finger tips.  However, with me, the desire lies not with my fellow undergraduates, but with my professors.

I am one of those people that must be intellectually stimulated to be… well, stimulated (ha!).  If you are on the same page as me, you understand how scarce the resources are running on intelligent young men.  I have found myself, and more than a few times at that, becoming enamored with instructors. 

That dry wit.  That humor.  That charm.  That Ph.D…. and at such a young age…

There is one in particular, though, who has caught my interest on such a deep and sincere level that I am almost embarrassed for myself.  At 34, he has a Ph.D.  He is an award winning author.  He’s humorous, unpretentious and charming.  In his lectures, he expresses this sense of wonder and interest in the world that matches, if not exceeds, my own.  Like a school girl, I find myself thinking: “Oh! He’s just like me!” and swooning further.  I found myself getting jealous when he paid attention to other girls.  What is even more silly, is that I’m a quiet student so how could I expect anything less?  How ridiculous.  Today was my final in his class, and by leaving his class, I have walked out of his life (forever?).  I’m mourning, and I need bonbons.  …and shopping.

The whole point of this is not to talk about how crazy I am about this guy, but about the patterns of interest I (and I’m sure other people) show when it comes to this particular type of guy.  I’ve heard the “daddy issues” term thrown around, and it is true; I am a proud owner of Daddy Issues.  Are intellectually stimulating people so hard to find that I am forced to crush on 30-40 year old men?  If anything happens between me and my Lovebear (who is intellectually stimulating and very perfect for being only 23, thank god), should I institute a “Ph.D preferred, but Masters considered” requirement for anyone I chose to date past that?

This whole thing doesn’t bother me that much.  It’s just something I ponder on every once in a while.  A girl’s got to know what she likes and wants, right?  In anycase- am I the only girl around that is very much on that teacher-school girl fantasy tip (haha)?

why i dislike working in groups

i have a presentation and a paper due on Tuesday based on a survey of 20 random people for my JMS (journalism) class.  i was paired with a nice football player for this project.  unfortunately, i got sick and was only able to focus on it yesterday.  i texted my partner and told him that i was going to collect responses at work, which he expressed was fine and that if i needed anything, to let him know.  i collected the responses and tonight i text him with a message saying so and to see if he could meet up Monday night to go over the responses and formulate our presentation.  a half hour later, i receive a text that says: “who is this??”

 i am mortified.

factoid of the day

when people ask me what i want to be, i say “Benjamin Franklin.  …er, without chlamydia.”

well, mostly i just say “i want to write and i want to be a professor.”  a lot of people surprisingly don’t understand the allure of being irresistable to the French, making history, being incredibly intelligent, and having one’s image printed on a large denomination of money.  get with it, Americans!

the pinings of a poor college girl

…oh how she pines!  e-window shopping is both a blessing and a curse.

the famed Ashish Platform Wedge (http://www.topshop.com). they come in more interesting prints, however i really just want them in black.

 

good oxfords are hard to find, especially if you have narrow feets like me. these would be perfect... if only Oak would restock them! (http://www.oaknyc.com)

the perfect oversized cable knit to keep cozy in (http://www.pixiemarket.com)

the Canon EOS XSi. all i want is a little entry-level DSLR- is that much to ask? (http://www.bestbuy.com)

this is basically all i’ve been thinking about.  the weather here is unusually warm- even for Vegas.  that just buys me time to find the perfect outerwear for winter.  i’m having a hell of a time finding said perfect outerwear though!  wherever i look, there is always something amiss- wrong color, wrong sleeve length, wrong fabric…  boo and hiss.  in good news, though, i found a pair of Ksubi jeans for $99 at Nordstrom the other day.  thank you, Twice Yearly Sale