Hello world...

You know what's annoying about most dresses? They don't have pockets. Pockets are seriously underappreciated. I mean, where are you supposed to stash your phone, cigarettes, money, and/or lighters if you don't have pockets? The simple solution would be to carry a purse, but I always forget to grab one. So today when I had to go on a coffee run for my family, I knew I would have to improvise to be able to carry everything I needed, as well as the coffee I'd be carrying back.

Then I remembered a friend of mine in middle school used to stash everything in her bra. I wasn't quite sure if that would work for me, but it did. What a handy place to stash stuff! I will say this though, having change smashed in your bra can be a little bit uncomfortable. As well as cash, because I get paranoid about paper cuts. I was able to hide a lot in there. Seriously, a lot! I even had my phone crammed in there for a little while, but that was just a little too awkward.

Why have I not tried this before?

Love from,
I need to get back to work now...
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I promise I'll change it up soon.

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I know most people don't like baseball (or at least won't admit it), but if you care at all about sports, you have to (should rather) appreciate what happened last night. There were 4 games last night with playoff implications. 1 was a blowout. 1 ended with a 9th inning comeback victory for a terrible team. 2 ended in extra innings, both of which were tied in the 9th by the team that went on to win the game. The combined result of these 4 games was that two teams that were each at least 8 games out of the playoff race at the beginning of the month won their respective wild cards. Absolutely insane.

Joe Posnanski wrote an article about what happened that is slowly making its way around the internet. Here is the finale:

Funny, if I was trying to explain baseball to someone who had never heard of it, I wouldn’t tell them about Wednesday night. No, it seems to me that it isn’t Wednesday night isn’t what makes baseball great. It’s all the years you spend waiting for Wednesday night that makes baseball great.

I wish I could summarize anything as well as that. Read the whole thing. It will make more sense.

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Hello world!

Well, since I left my job at the Greek restaurant, things have been interesting. I started working at my family's store, which meant I needed a new wardrobe that didn't include t-shirts... My mother is thrilled over this fact... So it's been dresses, flowy/girly tops, and jeans that actually fit for me. It's taking some time to get used to, but it helps that some of these dresses make me feel like Audrey Hepburn. Wearing heels again, well, that's a whole different story.

I have always taken the stance that I don't need to wear heels, because God already made me tall enough to begin with. The real truth is that I struggle wearing heels, because I don't exactly have the best sense of balance. I've written about my klutziness in the past (http://myjerseyboys.blogspot.com/2011/01/stories-of-bs-misfortune-and.html), and it hasn't improved since then. Wearing heels seems to make me even more dangerous to myself, and those around me. Trust me. Luckily, there haven't been any incidents... Yet...

Although, I will say this. Guys are lucky they don't have to be strapped into these instruments of torture. I tried to drive wearing them for five minutes and it wasn't easy. I vehemently disagree with the law that says you can't drive without shoes on. Whoever made that law clearly never tried to drive with heels on.

I think Amanda Bynes said it best in She's the Man...



Love from,
They do make it harder to run away...
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P.S. I get to listen to Taylor Swift... As much as I want.

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I'm sitting in the library right now, fogged out on too much coffee, thinking about how odd this is. In college, I rarely went to the library. I rarely even studied. My theory was I could do very well and make myself miserable in the process or do pretty well and enjoy my college experience. I chose the latter. And yet here I am sitting in the library reading through chapters in my textbooks after only 1 class each of graduate school.

Maybe this won't happen again. Maybe it will happen before big tests and assignments. Maybe this is my new home. Regardless, something is different here. The culture around me is different.

Perhaps being in a fraternity frames your priorities in such a way that academics don't seem so important. Perhaps it was just my role. Perhaps I was just immature. Regardless, here I am. I am studying before homework has been assigned. For me, that's insane.

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The library I am studying in looks like it belongs in Hogwarts. Maybe this is how all libraries look. I wouldn't know.

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Oh, high school memories...

Love from,
What? I didn't tackle her! The field was all muddy, and it's not my fault she was very top heavy... That other girl's shirt that got ripped? Well, that was because I went to grab the flag and missed. That totally wasn't holding... *laughs* Seniors... We got away with everything.
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