Celebrity Color Wheel

Recently, Pinterest has been added to the list of "Things I do instead of what I should be doing." Behind cupcakes, the women's apparel section of Pinterest is where I spend most of my screen time. Seeing so many celebrity-inspired fashion choices influenced me to write this blog post about the celebrity color wheel.

Whenever I am feeling bold or interested in rocking a new color, I turn to my good friend google and see how the celebs do it. 99% of celebs have a professional style them before they hit the red carpet, so they aren't likely to show up on google looking a mess. I take from these photos the dos and don'ts of pairing colors and patterns together, makeup choices and of course, hairstyles.

There are particular celebrities that come to mind when I think of certain colors. Below are the people who are the most iconic in my mind!

1. HOT PINK- Blake Lively
Though this girl drives me to drink every Monday on Gossip Girl, I can't deny that her style choices are impeccable. I read somewhere recently that she doesn't use a stylist. Exsqueeze me? Good for you girl. This neon pink dress is outstanding.

2. YELLOW - Carrie Underwood

I love everything about Carrie Underwood from her killer pipes to her cute little dog. I will never be tan enough to wear yellow confidently, so when I see others doing it well, I feel it necessary to applaud them.



3. LAVENDER- Natalie Portman
This chick was less-than-friendly when I met her last year, but I still give her props for this awesome light purple number.





4. NAVY- Hilary Swank
Business in the front, party in the back.



5. PEACH - Emma Stone
Even though she blends in with the color, her bright hair is so striking! I love that you have to look twice at it to really see what's going on.


                                       

6. GOLD - Kristin Cavallari
Love gold with bright hair. Always looks good. In my case, only if you have a mystic tan nearby.

7. GREEN - Beyonce
I love love love the green against her dark skin. Bright green is hard to pull off!



                            

8. RED - Reese Witherspoon
I think blondes look the best in a bright red and she is no exception. Love her.






9. BLACK - Angelina Jolie

This one takes the cake for me. I love the pairing with the green earrings. I think it's so easy to do. I should do it more often! 

Nail Salon Woes

For those of you out there who have experienced the craziness that is a nail salon, you know that what is supposed to be a pampering experience can often feel like a deleted scene from Mean Girls. Because my nails look 100 times nicer when someone else does them, I allow myself to go through the stress every few weeks in order to keep up with looking like a professional adult (or at least faking it). However, I keep mental notes of the hilarity and have decided to share my findings because I know I can’t be the only one who notices the following. 

1. You better know what color you want before you get out of the car- Nowadays, I walk in there knowing a general idea of what color I want because I have learned that if you spend more than 30-45 seconds at the nail polish rack, it is considered a crime. They have something like eight thousand choices, not ordered by color might I add, for your eyes to browse. Even if you thought you wanted a bright red, your eye might catch a nice mauve that sparks your interest. While it isn’t a life-or-death decision, if I’m going to spend $30 on a manicure that is supposed to last for two weeks, I want to pick a color that isn’t going to disgust me in 48 hours. While you’re making your choice, you feel the eye behind you. “Are you ready?” You politely say, “I just need to pick out a color. I will be right there.” Nine to eleven seconds later she is back, asking you again if you are ready. You feel bad saying no, because you are making her wait. Now you start to feel rushed. Panic sets in. There are so many choices. Do I go for something classic or do something trendy? What will go with all of my outfits? So, now that you need your inhaler, you most likely do one of two things: You either pick up the bottle closest to you at eye level, regardless of the color, or you say, “I think I’ll just do French.”

2. If you don’t want a pedicure, come prepared with a power point presentation as to why- Though I consider myself to be quick on my feet, I am not a liar by nature. This all goes out the window when I go to the nail salon, though. No matter what you come in for, be it a refill, a gel manicure or a simple eyebrow wax, they will almost always ask you if you want something else. When you say no, you had better have a reason, because the laser beams that will be shot in your direction are piercing. Sometimes you have to lie to get yourself out of an awkward situation in life; the nail salon is one of these situations. If I get acrylics, they often leave them at a disgustingly long length. I will ask them to file them down, then some more, then some more until finally I lie and say, “Yeah, I need them shorter than this because I play piano.” Then they nod their heads in understanding and file away.

3. Nail pimp- There is often some sort of older man who is the greeter and works the register. He is the one who distributes the clients to the nail artists. Once in a blue moon, he will hop on a station and file a nail or two, but it is a rare and special occasion. Like a celebrity shot in beer pong.

4. Shit-talking is obvious in any language- I don’t need to know what you’re saying to know that you’re pissed off or don’t like someone. I pay close attention when people come into the salon and gauge the reactions of the salon workers. Sometimes you get a lady who will say, “Hi! Can I help you?” followed by something sputtered under her breath in her native tongue that is met by laughter and chatter by the other workers. Translation: “Hi! Can I help you? (I really freaking hate this woman. She always talks about her grandkids.”) Or one I see a lot is when someone comes in and the greeter (mentioned in #3) assigns a nail artist to a client and they are noticeably pissed about it because she and a friend were sitting by the waxing station laughing about something and now she has to get up.

5. Day care- There is almost always a child with a Gameboy sitting at a vacant pedicure station.

6. Don’t be disabled; it confuses them- Whenever I go to a new salon or get a new manicurist, there is some sort of confusion as to a.) What happened to my hand and b.) What kind of discount they will be forced to give me. It almost always results in a crowd of manicurists around the station where I am seated, all talking quickly and throwing out what I assume are numbers as they try to decide on a price. They will smile at you as they do it, as if there is any other reason that the fourteen of you are all leaning over me right now.

V-Day (Or Should I say D-Day...)

Now that the holiday season has come to a close, the other lesser holidays are welcome to grace the shelves of CVS’ everywhere and have their 15 minutes of fame. The current flavor of the month is Valentine’s Day, a holiday (like many celebrated in the U.S.) that is so far removed from its origins it may as well find itself a new name. For those of you who don’t know, Valentine’s Day is named for St. Valentinus, a priest who tried to convert the Roman Emperor to Christianity and was stoned to death. If that doesn’t scream romance, I don’t know what does.

Valentine’s Day usually generates a sense of annoyance within me (most likely due to my perpetual single-ness) but this year I am turning over a new leaf. I’ve decided that my usual protocol of wearing all black in protest of the holiday and the inordinate amounts of sugar I am likely to consume just wasn’t cutting it. Today, I am sporting red under my black suit, meeting my old self and the receptionist in my office halfway between funeral and heart pattern overkill.

I have decided that if Russell Stover and Hallmark reserve the right to concoct their own versions of the meaning on Valentine’s Day, then I should do the same. So many of the holidays are dictated by the people you have (or don’t have) in your life. Christmas wouldn’t be quite as magical if there weren’t children running around believing in the best-kept secret on earth. Thanksgiving is often depicted as a long rectangular table overflowing with carbohydrates and at least a dozen rosy-cheeked white people smiling in adoration of one another. Valentine’s Day is no different; commercials and cards alike insinuate that being single is so last season and if you don’t have a boo come February 14, you are out. Auf wiedersehen.

But what if you don’t have children or your own version of Madea’s Family reunion? Do Christmas and Thanksgiving mean less to you? Of course not, because you understand that under all the glitz and glam (and weight gain) those holidays are about being thankful and spreading joy. So, my resolution this year is to spread the love of Valentine’s Day around the campus of Montclair State University and—by means of my social networking systems—to all of my friends and family elsewhere in the country. I am very blessed and lucky to have you all in my life and absolutely wouldn’t give any of you up for anything. Today is about love, and that doesn’t necessarily have to be the romantic dinner and candlelit kind of love. So this is me, sending all of my love to all of you. Now go out there and spread that love.

Things Girls Do

 As a very wise Doris Day once said, “I enjoy being a girl.” I second this statement and wouldn’t trade the god-awful act of bra shopping, unbearable cramps or the millions of razors purchased in my lifetime for anything. Being a boy just doesn’t seem as exciting. Plus, they have no hair and don’t wear makeup. What would I do in my spare time? Read?

That said, I’m willing to admit that some of the things we ladies do make little to no sense. The following is a list of ridiculous crap that girls do that are paradoxical in nature and yet somehow ever-present in this world. Disclaimer: I am in no way exempt from the list below. In fact, I am guilty of doing most of these things at one point or another.

 Saying you’re fine when you’re not- During a fight with a boyfriend, your passive-aggressive side takes charge. “Are you upset?” “No, I’m not. I mean, you just told me I look disgusting and shouldn’t wear patterned tops but I’m totally fine. It’s really fine. Doesn’t bother me at all.” Or the ever-popular saying you’re fine while stomping out of the room, arms crossed. If you would’ve just said that you were pissed and had a conversation about it, the poor guy could’ve apologized and bought you something by now.

Planning out your life with someone before you really know them- Raise your hand if you’ve met a cute guy and after the first hangout or date you’ve thought about taking a vacation with them, naming your kids or what your first and his last name sounds like combined. If your hand isn’t raised, you’re a damn liar.

Wet hair, underwear and thermal socks.

Shorts with uggs- It is just simply confusing to the eye. “Oooh, my feet are so cold that I need to coat them in fur but the frosty wind blowing up into my lady parts doesn’t phase me at all.”

Makeup to the gym- This is a tough one. We all know that hotties with the bodies frequent the gym and so we want to look our best. Unfortunately, wearing making to the gym if you’re planning on breaking a sweat makes little to no sense. If you had it on from your day at work, that’s different. But if you’re in the Planet Fitness parking lot applying bronzer in your rearview, we have an issue. Chances are, unless your idea of “working out” is fixing your ponytail in the abundance of mirrors for an hour, you’re going to sweat and your makeup is going to run all over and make you look like a gremlin. At that point, the boys will be staring, but not in the way you might’ve hoped.

 Ridiculous status updates- We’ve all done it. That moment when you are so upset about something nothing that you head straight for itunes and play every Taylor Swift song you have until you find the exact lyric that describes your utter devastation. They are usually completely out of control and look like this: “I said leave but all I really want is you to stand outside my window throwing pebbles screaming I’m in love with you. Wait there in the pouring rain, come back for more, and don’t you leave cause I know all I need is on the other side of the door. “ I would be willing to bet that nine out of ten times you see this kind of update it is simply because some boy didn’t like your last status.

This is exactly how I stand.

The pose(s)- Where to begin? There are so many. There’s the ever-popular hand-on-waist, hip popped and head tilted back look that you see in bathrooms across America as girls are getting ready to go out. There’s the sorority squat where a small group forms two tiers and all lean towards each other with their hands on their knees. There’s the promiscuous leg wrap/hold. And then there’s my personal favorite, the hands-on-hips, push my shoulders forward to reveal my suddenly emaciated-looking collarbone.

Screaming at bars- You have class with Annie twice a week. She lives on your floor. You guys got coffee this afternoon. Why, then, do you find it necessary to shriek her name at a pitch only dogs can hear when she enters the bar? If someone shows up to surprise you, fine. If it’s someone you haven’t seen in a while, great. If it’s Ryan Reynolds, you do it. But otherwise, please stop screaming.

Reading other people’s phones- YOU ARE NOT HARRIET THE SPY. GET OUT OF MY SHIT.

Stalking, social media style- Ten years ago, stalking got you a restraining order. Today, stalking is normal in society and even encouraged by social media networks. How many times have I heard a girl utter these words: “I know he got my message because he updated his status AND commented on Bobby’s picture,” or “I know he didn’t stay home last night because he checked-in at McDonald’s.”

Wearing a skirt to the bar (when you know you’re gonna get on it)- Ladies. If you have a history of climbing on things in public, please, for the sake of all of us who have eyes, don’t wear a skirt belt out at night. You’re probably going to fall over at some point and I have no interest in seeing which Victoria’s Secret creation you’re sporting today.

Amanda's Beauty Salon

I am not a high-maintenance lady. If leggings and oversized sweatshirts were appropriate office attire, I would toss every pair of slacks I own and buy stock in Old Navy in anticipation of the excessive amount of yoga pants I planned to purchase. I am most happy on my couch, fuzzy socks and a fleece blanket in tow, taking in the latest episode of the clusterfuck that is the Bachelor.

That said, I do enjoy hitting the town every once in a while and have a strong love for all things cosmetology. I've taken to not wearing makeup or doing much with my hair during the week--mainly because there's not a single male in my graduate program worth the extra half hour in the morning--but when I have free time and practice my skillz (once a year) or when I'm heading out, these are the rules I live and die by. 

1. Moisturize/prime your face and lids. 

Moisturizer isn't just for dry skin, people. Even oily skin (like mine) needs something a little extra to help maintain the right kind of moisture, especially in the top layer of skin. That moisture naturally helps protect your skin from the elements. Nowadays, many moisturizers come with a light SPF for added protection. Dry skin also wrinkles faster. As for primer, I can't say enough about the difference it makes. Picture a stucco wall. If you were to paint over the stucco, you would see differentiation in color, shadows and bumps. Primer serves as somewhat of a smoother. It adheres to your skin, filling in the microscopic cracks between pores, laugh lines, dimples etc. and makes your face a smooth, even canvas. It also gives your makeup something to stick to, so sweating or blinking won't leave you with streaky foundation or weird eye-makeup creases.

2. Don't sleep on wet hair. 

Unless you're going for the grungy, tousled, morning-after look or plan on flat ironing it pin-straight, dry your hair within an hour of showering. Aside from the fact that it feels disgusting to sleep on (and leaves you with a damp pillow), letting your hair air-dry for too long eliminates a lot of the body you are most likely seeking. I do not have the patience to heat up a hot pocket let alone stand at the mirror and dry each individual strand of hair the way the ladies do at the salon, but I am very picky about making sure my roots and bangs are dry 100% before styling.  The easiest laziest way to do this is to flip your head over and dry all of your hair and once, un-flip and use a round brush to style your bangs/front pieces. Fun fact: the pieces of your hair in the front will always be the most damaged (most exposure to sun/most likely to be touched/most styled/heat applied) and in turn will be the quickest to dry. Unless you're planning on rockin' a poof or a high pony, dry your bangs/front pieces as soon as you've towel-dried your mane. 

3. Change up your part. 

Bangs are like men, ladies; you gotta train 'em. Every hair follicle on your head has a direction it is comfortable going. If you recently got bangs after years of sporting a Kardashian-inspired center-part, chances are your hair is about to have a first-class freakout. Bangs need to be "trained" to go in a certain direction. Once hair is dry, it is much harder to force it out of its comfort zone. Part your hair how you want it as soon as you get out of the shower and pin bangs to the side. I tend to use several bobby pins; I'll place one right at the root, one in the middle and one to secure the whole strand by your ear. Let it air dry a bit, then take the dryer and go to town on your part with the bobby pins still in place. It won't happen overnight, but if you do it regularly, your bangs will eventually cooperate. Fun fact: just like your hair gets accustomed to shampoos and conditioners, your scalp gets accustomed to where your hair parts itself. If you move from a center-part to a side-part of vice versa, your hair will have tremendous volume. Trust me. 

4. Highlight and contour.

Eyes are attracted to light. Simple as pie. If you're trying to attract the eye to a point on your face, add something lighter than your foundation to it. If you're trying to give something an edge or downplay it, give it a little bronzer. For example, if you apply a dark line vertically on either side of your nose (Bronzer works. Sometimes I even use an eyeliner pencil, but blend it, of course.), the eye is drawn to the lighter strip between the lines, making your nose look smaller or straighter if you have a high bridge or have--like me--had your face smashed in while water tubing. Adding a little bronzer above your eyes where the outer corners of your eyebrows meet your hairline will make your face shape seem skinnier. Anywhere you add contour, mainly under your cheekbones, add a little highlight above for more definition. 

5. Know what kind of eyes you have (and what kind you want). 

Eye makeup is the most difficult and most fun to do. It is like magic; you can make your eyes appear smaller or larger with a few strokes of liner, but you can also ruin your whole look if you don't do it right. Many a time have I left the house looking a hot-damn-mess after repeated application, removal, re-application and re-removal of eye makeup that just wasn't workin' out. First, know what you're working with. If you have smaller or almond-shaped eyes and are intending on making them appear rounded or larger, stick with a thin pencil liner for the bottom lashes. Too much blending or smudging will make the line on the bottom thicker, straighter and ultimately more block-like. Straight lines=smaller eyes. You want to focus on rounded strokes at the outer corners of the top and bottom lashes. This gives more of an open, circular look to your eye and will, from a distance, make your eye look larger and more open. Only line from the center of your pupil out towards your ear; if your tear ducts aren't lined, the insides of your eyes will be brighter and appear wider. If you have larger eyes and are looking to make them look a little smaller or make your bottom lash line appear less curved, use pencil or kohl liner on your waterlines. The starkness against the whites of your eyes will diminish the appearance of their size. Also, the thicker the smudge, the smaller your eye will appear. 

6. Use different mascara on your top and bottom lashes. 

Seriously. Your bottom lashes are shorter and thinner so they need different attention than your top lashes. I always use a defining or separating mascara on the bottom. They aren't really going to get a lot of volume or curl to them, so be using a mascara that separates, the lashes you do have down there will get mascara applied all over them. As for top lashes, I have recently started to hold my wand vertically and brush it along the tips of my lashes before applying in the traditional horizontal sweep. The curl of your lashes comes from the root, but most of what you see is the end of your lash. They need attention, too! 

7. Heat is your friend. 

I always do hair first makeup second, but never turn off my straightener, waver or curling wand when I'm finished. This is because the heat from these tools can prove very useful when doing your makeup. For example, heating your lash curler with a hair dryer is a fine art. If you apply the heat for too long, you are going to burn your eyelid because that metal lash curler eats heat for breakfast. However, if you stick your eyelash curler between the plates of your flat iron, the lash curler absorbs the heat much slower (because it isn't a forced heat) and is less likely to burn you. Sometimes, an eyeliner (especially those clickable ones) can be stubborn and nobody wants to tell a story later of how you went blind from putting too much pressure on an eyeliner pencil. Don't fret! Hold the pencil about an inch away from the heated hair tool of your choice and viola, the liner will glide across your eye like a figure skater. Test the liner on the back of your hand first, though. We don't need any burned retinas up in here. 

8. Don't use a curling iron. 

...At least not for regular curls. Traditional curling irons are a thing of the past. The barrel of an old school curling iron doesn't heat evenly, making your curls hotter in some places than others and less likely to stay. Also, those pesky clamps do more harm than good. God forbid you curl your hair in the wrong direction, you will have a kink in your hair that no straightener can undo. Try a curling wand instead. 99% of them are ceramic like a flat iron and distribute heat evenly and forcefully. I have extremely thick, corse hair and I only hold my hair in place on my wand for 5-10 seconds. You also can control what kind of curl you want. Do you want Shirley Temple curls? Probably hopefully not, but you can achieve them by wrapping the hair closely together around the barrel. If you want looser waves, leave lots of space between hair pieces when you wrap. Beachy waves can be achieved by wrapping your hair around an old school curling iron without opening the clamp. Just wrap your hair around the whole thing and run your fingers through when you're done. Boom. 

9. Teasing isn't necessarily a bad thing. 

Backcombing can give you serious volume. It can also give you serious hair damage, so do it sparingly. Part your hair in a semi-circle around your crown. Using a wiry round-brush or comb, hold hair away from your head in two-inch sections, spray the roots with hairspray and comb downwards towards your scalp. Start combing at your root and move upwards towards the ends of your strands. If you let go and it looks like the cover of There's Something About Mary, you, my friend, have succeeded. After you tease everything, flip your head back and start to smooth the pieces together with a regular paddle brush. Perfect for a summer evening or a night at a bar where your hair is likely to get flattened. 

10. Do not, under any circumstances, use lip liner. 

Self explanatory. 

The Friend Zone

Word on the street is that a close friendship between a guy and a girl is simply a predecessor for a relationship. I have found this to be true in my lifetime but not necessarily to be fact. For example, I just spent six amazing days with six amazing guys on vacation. All of them are attractive and wonderful in their own way, but the chance that any of them end up as the future Mr. Amanda Scarpa is slim. I know what you may be thinking: Are they all paraplegics with one eye and four teeth? To that I can give a solid no, and furthermore attest that all of them will make wonderful husbands one day. They just won't be mine.

Why is it that an overwhelming amount of people believe that a woman and a man cannot be platonic friends? I understand where the stigma comes from; there are many cases where a "friendship" is formed when one of the participants wants something more substantial but settles for friendship because it's better than nothing. In other cases, a friendship carries a sexual tension that is visible to anyone within twenty feet but never amounts to much more than an extended hug hello or goodbye. Maybe these tense situations are more prevalent, but there is that exceptional friendship that meerly consists of pajamas, junk food and tv watching.

I have several of these relationships in my life and I am extremely blessed to say so. Men offer a completely different perspective on life situations (usually less emotional, more concise versions) than women and are able to open my eyes to things that my estrogen may have been blocking. I know not to bring fashion questions or conversations about bodily fuctions to the man table (many of my guy friends still choose to believe that women don't/can't/won't poop), but when it comes to relationships, food and sports, guys have just as much to offer as women do.

So, we've learned that a male/female friendship can be extremely beneficial to all parties. Why, then, is it so impossible for some people to recognize that when we say we're going to watch a movie, we legitimatelly are going to watch the movie? My closest guy friend and I do lots of things together that could be considered couple-y because we're not in relationships. I hear it all the time from my friends: "You guys spend so much time together. I won't be surprised a year from now when you're engaged." Sorry to throw your wedding bells overboard, but we enjoy each others' company in a strictly separate-beds capacity. It bothers me that if my roommate and I snuggle and watch a movie it's viewed as cute but if a guy friend and I do it it's viewed as something more.

These thoughts about the double standard of opposite-sex friendship got me to thinking: are we only "friends" with people of the opposite sex who we don't find attractive? Depending on how close of a friendship you have, sometimes the only thing missing from making it into a full-fledged relationship is the physical component. Does that mean that all of my guy friends gross me out? Again, I give a firm no. I like to think that I have a pretty decent-looking group of friends; many are athletic, smart, funny and outgoing. But there's a huge difference between being able to acknowledge that someone is attractive and actually being attracted to them.

In summation, I'd like to say to people everywhere that men and woman can be friends without benefits and if you've never had a close friend of the opposite sex, you're missing out. Perhaps one day I'll have a close friend that turns into the cohost of my wedding, but for now I'm just happy to know that I'll have so many male friends cheering me on from the first pew.

Top Ten of 2011

So, 2011 has come to a close and the looming dreariness of January is close at hand. I'd like to take this opportunity to chronicle the last 12 months of my life with a top ten list of milestones. In preparing for this blog, I realized that some pretty important things happened to me this past year and that 2012 is likely to pale in comparison. Unless of course I finally meet Ryan Reynolds.

1. New Car- It ain't no Lexus, but my cute little Silver Pontiac Vibe makes me happy every day. As a crossover, it allows me to not feel like a mouse on the highway while still getting awesome gas mileage. In fact, it gets only two MPG less than my old car (The Corolla got 33 MPG on the highway). It has folding back seats for all my shit (or in most cases my friends' shit)and a regular three-prong outlet in the front seat for phone chargers, hair straighteners etc.

2. Movin' Out- September 5, 2011 marked the day I started referring to the house on Flourtown Ave. as "my mom's house". I now am the proud renter of an overpriced one-bedroom apartment in upstate New Jersey. Included in the rent is heat and hot water. Other amenities include horrendous parking and elephants upstairs.

3. Graduate School- With the economy in such great condition, the best move for me career-wise was to go back to school this fall. I was blessed enough to be offered full tuition at Montclair State University and now am pursuing a Masters degree in Counseling. This will be the next two years of my life, so it's a good thing that the school is so close to New York City where I might run into Kourtney Kardashian.

4. Taylor Swift- compared to moving out or graduate school, seeing Taylor Swift might seem like a silly "milestone" to include. Sadly, I think I was more excited the day her tickets came in the mail than the day I got the key to my apartment. Judge me. Go ahead. I have no fear of sharing my girl crush on T Dizzle and I'm including the concert in this list because it was one of te est days of 2011.

5. BFF Wedding- you know you're old when you have your own car, your own place and your college roommate is married. November 19, 2011 was my first time as a bridesmaid and an all-around awesome time. I am so happy for her and am so glad someone else is pioneering the ways of marriage and home ownership so she can show me the way in the year 2050!

6. Camp- on a whim, I decided to work at a sleep away camp in New Hampshire this summer. That whim ended up bringing me to some of the most wonderful people I have ever known. Looking forward to the summer of 2012 more and more every day.

7. Cruise- a Cosmo article last January highlighted a website that offered discount cruises booked less than a month before the departure date. In May, two of my friends and I ventured to South Carolina via road trip (never again) and then to the Bahamas by way of Carnival Cruise Lines. I snorkeled, drank out of a pineapple and fell in love (briefly) with the cruise director.

8. Quit the worst job I ever had- one of these days, I'll do a whole post about horrible jobs I've had, but for now let's just enjoy my most recent departure. The job itself was thankless and awkward, but the work environment was somehow worse. The blessing of this experience was meeting a girl who turned into my only reason for going to work every day. We've since both left and also led a mass exodus of 7-10 others who just couldn't handle it anymore. We planned to glitter bomb the place on our last day, but glitter is just too expensive.

9. Finally went to the south- Some girl I hardly know or like invited me to come visit her in New Orleans last May and I accepted to be polite. I've always wanted to go to the south and this was a perfect time to go and see what it was all about. Saw the landmarks, enjoyed a lazy river and of course ate my weight in Cajun spices.

10. OBX vacation- after nearly ten years of friendship, my high school crew and I finally orchestrated a successful trip that was father than our neighborhood Friendly's. We rented a gorgeous house in North Carolina and spent the week between Christmas and New Years eating, drinking, beaching and laughing. I am ready to sit in a room alone for at least 24 full hours, but after that I think I'm gonna wake up and really miss the sound of FIFA coming from the basement.