Obsessed

Or dedicated. Whatever. Anyway, I’m in love with this new backpack I got for school and needed to share it with you all immediately. It is certainly no coincidence that my header is the same picture. I was thinking that when people compliment me on my super cool backpack, I could sneak my blog into the conversation fairly quickly. I know what you’re thinking. “Wow Tati, you’re so innovative. And cunning. And smart. And popular. And have great hair. And shouldn’t have to do homework anymore ever.” Well, school disagrees with you so you should write them a strongly worded letter….or several.

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In Honor of my Refusal to Grow Up

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I cannot pinpoint the exact reason why this photo makes me laugh uncontrollably, but I think the man’s face has a lot to do with it. I shall name him George. George is exhibiting what one might consider to be childish behavior, similar to when I bounce on those bouncy balls with handles in target. As much fun as paying bills and going to bed before 9pm sounds, slip-n-slides and bouncy balls lack the perfect amount of structure and safety that I need. Also, I’ve got a great/funny/immature story coming up. Stay tuned.

Motivational Monday

It’s time for your favorite day to get a little bit funnier. Please smile/laugh…I can feel your depression from here:

“Opportunities don’t happen. You create them.” Chris Grosser

If you’re going to do this, please ‘create’ a job/opportunity where I get paid to test out hotel room service dessert.

“I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.” Thomas Edison

According to my professor, this rule doesn’t apply when you fail a midterm. You still fail.

Ok now I’m trying something new and I need some participation from my 101 Dalmatians. I mean followers. Whatever you people are to me. (Jk love u all). So I want you to put your own spin on the following quote in the comments and for the best comment, I’ll put a link to your blog on mine in my next post:

“Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.” Pablo Picasso

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Peter Pan-ing it Fo Lyfe

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P.S. Update: Currently sitting in the library (clearly blogging when I should be studying) and listening to a man talk to himself. He’s approximately 60 years old and seems to be having quite the conversation, or monologue I guess, with himself. This is bringing me back to Lord of the Rings, starring Smeagle. Smeagle always had good conversations with Smeagle. I do not know this man’s name so I’m going to call him Freddy. I can’t hear what Freddy is saying, but I can see that he is on Craig’s List, presumably searching for his long lost love. Just kidding, I see that he is looking at guitars now. Maybe he works for the FBI and is talking into one of those ear piece things. He’s probably talking to another agent and coordinating a party for Obama where he will be the lead guitarist. I’m going to stop spying on Freddy the guitar playing FBI agent now.

Productive Procrastination

I’m telling myself that I’m taking a break from studying. But I think the outside world calls it procrastination. So I’m sorry I lied again. My pants are totally on fire. I’m probably not going to be posting any less than usual. I’ve literally been inside all day, except when I went to one class and then went to Starbucks to get an iced-triple-grande-soy-caramel-macchiato. So in case you ever want to bring me Starbucks, just be aware that my drink will take three minutes to explain to the barrista. Anyway, other than those two isolated incidences, I have been cooped up in the “lounge” in my dorm. I put lounge in quotations because they’re trying to disguise our basement as something fancier than it is. Like when lean cuisine disguises itself as a gourmet meal. It is not a lounge and if I had a great-grandmother, this is what her house would feel like. Although, my sanity is diminishing, I now know a hell of a lot more about Consumer Media Culture than I did four hours ago. Just wanted to share some pics for #winewednesday even though I don’t have any wine to help me study!

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dream come true

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Also, I’m not sure what mulled wine is, but the picture makes it look like something I need, so here’s the recipe:

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http://www.gimmesomeoven.com/mulled-wine-recipe/

Wine for Dinner Makes You Fun-er

Hello friends. I’m going through a tough time right now so I will not be able to post as often. Yes, you guessed it. I have MIDTERMS. They’re mostly just until the end of this week so bare with me. If you miss me too much, keep harassing me through the comments section. Also, please send wine to help me take my exams. Or money. Or a male model with biceps as big as my face. Or a chocolate fountain with some strawberries on the side. Or a personal sushi chef who is originally from Japan.

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Happy Wine Wednesday <3<3

How I feel about the fact that tomorrow is monday

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I would be just as upset if I dropped my ice cream. I really identify with her pain.

Also I have a mini story: So on Friday I went out with my friends and we went to a few different parties. I come home at around 2 am by myself and I don’t have a roommate so no one was around to see the following sequence of events. My room is super messy because before I go out, I try on at least 15 different outfits even though I know exactly what everything looks like on me and somehow I still end up feeling like I have nothing to wear. Anyway, I chose an outfit, but the other 14 outfits that I did not wear were scattered throughout my room and were mainly on my floor. So I walk in, and I trip over a shoe I think (the memory is a little fuzzy because….well because vodka) and I go down HARD, but somehow I only fell on the right side of my body. Anyway, I’m on the floor and of course I think this is hilarious, so just picture a girl on the floor, alone in a room, laughing hysterically. On a completely related note, every time I fall, NO ONE is around to see it. I have the greatest luck in the world when it comes to tripping and falling (or falling halfway down the stairs which I’ve also done, but I won’t get into that right now). Happy (but sad) almost Monday.