sarcasm for breakfast

The Muppets and Queen

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 03:50:00 +0000

This just might be the greatest thing I've seen in years.

Thank you, Internet. And Jim Hensen and Freddie Mercury, too, of course.

Blue, Blue Christmas

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Mon, 14 Dec 2009 21:11:00 +0000

The snow and cold seemed to come earlier than normal this year so it put me in the Holiday music mood pretty early, meaning I've had themed music stuck in my head for about two months now. And my song of choice? Blue Christmas. I'm not sure why, other than I really seem to love the Conor Oberst cover I have of it.

But Oh My Good News, I saw this Blue Christmas cover by First Aid Kid on the Eliza Blog and I just might love it even more. I'm hoping Conor will forgive me, especially since First Aid Kid is out of the same record label as him.

Some eyeliner and a french twist

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 06:28:00 +0000

Sometimes pretty images are what you need to get through the last week of the semester before a long winter break. Let's just say these fit the bill.

Images via From Me To You

Don't you just love New York in the winter?

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 06:16:00 +0000

Winter is miserable and cold, but when a coat of snow makes lifeless trees and dirty taxis look lovely it doesn't seem so bad.

Images via From Me To You

Hello, beautiful

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Mon, 07 Dec 2009 05:40:00 +0000

The hat. Oh, the hat.

[Image via Decorology via Ralph Lauren Home]

One thousand words or less, please.

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 05:45:00 +0000

A seven to eight-page paper shouldn't, and doesn't generally evoke fear and panic in the minds of most college students. Give an assignment for a 20-page research paper on genetics and you'll see a few tears, but an eight-page paper? Piece of cake. Especially for a student who's at the tail-end of their college career, writing is an accepted way of life. A five-page paper here, a ten-page paper there, and you get pretty good at cranking those suckers out. You see, much to the chagrin of most professors, college students excel at the art of word-vomit, meaning the ability to just sit down the night before and write a paper about obscure topics. You might need a few breaks here and there but for the most part you can just sit and write, not stopping until you're through. We've all done it before and occasionally those papers are actually pretty great.

However (and it's a big, fat however), I've lost all ability. Trust me, there once was a time when I could sit and write structured essays. It was a lovely, beautiful time. Occasionally I dream about those times and wake up, a smile on my face. And it's only after then I break into the sweats because I realize that time, the time of multiple page word-vomiting, was long, long ago. It was prior to my college career, prior to my education where I was taught to write right-to-the-point, only-the-nitty-gritty, I-don't-care-about-the-fluff articles in usually a thousand words or less. When you're writing news you're not worrying too much about the analytical approach to the topic of social mixing in Austenian fiction. You're worrying about who, what, where, when, how, and who told the copy editor she could take a lunch, and since when is submitting an article in Word okay, and WHEN IS DEADLINE?! And after three years of this being ingrained in my mind the reversal process is hard, causing moments of major headaches and holding your head in your hands.

So when I sit down at my laptop, cocoa and notes in hand, and begin to write, it's frustrating when I'm hardly being able to get past two pages. Maybe three if I'm trying hard, writing rather eloquently and profoundly and using big words that take up space and require a thesaurus to understand. But if not, I hit an invisible mental breaking point at the two page mark where I can't go on. It's almost as if my fingers get a little too tired, my brain realizes there just too much text on the screen, or nothing is in AP Style, and everything shuts down.

But perhaps I should just be grateful my mistake of deciding to take an upper level English course "for fun" is almost over.

I'm thankful for Steve Jobs

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 01:31:00 +0000

Just like every year, Thanksgiving dinner included everyone discussing the things each of us was thankful for. This year, however, Steve Jobs and Google Reader made my list.

Just so you know, I'm thankful for other things too, like family, friends and all that. And Thanksgiving holiday in a warm climate, like California. I highly recommend it to everyone.

The Grandparents, my cousin Zach, myself and a baby. The baby isn't mine, just to clarify.

A pretty typical photo with our clan. I don't exactly know what each the poses mean, but they represent each person perfectly.

The beach, and my shadow for the week, Bear. I'm thinking of ways to sneak him over to Utah with me.

[My camera forgot to make an appearance this trip, so all these photos are thanks to Amy]

Being classy is still stylish, sweetheart

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 06:34:00 +0000

I sit by the coolest and most hilarious girls in the university choir I'm in. They make me laugh, and make the less-than-exciting days entertaining.

And somedays, like today, they don't even mind when I snoop and ask before class starts, "What are you reading?" And then they tell me about a great book they were lent from a friend, who heard about it from a friend who must have great taste. So family, if you're still searching for Christmas ideas, this book would work.

Great title too, no?

Book info via: Amazon

Le Cool

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 06:03:00 +0000

This dresser, the "Le French" dresser, is amazing to say the least. But I'm sure you can tell that by just looking at it.

Unfortunately it was a personal DIY project and not for sale.

Le sigh.

Dresser image via Mismatchérie via Lou Dorfsman

A time of mourning

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 05:48:00 +0000

My sister is currently attending University of Georgia for some degree that is about microbiology and gives me brain-overload, so in memory of the her University's late mascot, I'd like to dedicate this post to Uga VII.

A good bulldog mascot is hard to come by, and you were one of the best.

CNN Article: Georgia mascot Uga VII dies at age 4

What happens in Fake-Vegas turns into a blog post.

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 03:50:00 +0000

I did something interesting two weekends ago. I got married.

Okay, you're right, I didn't actually get married. I got "married." At a party. A Vegas-themed party, to be exact. There was a faux-priest, ring pops and everything. And to make the whole event more interesting, I was dressed like Elvis. Or more appropriately, my poor attempt at dressing like Elvis, which meant a pair of black sunglasses, big hair and tight black pants.

And in my post-fake-marriage wisdom I realized something about myself. I like parties. Not those crazy, walk-of-shame-in-the-morning parties, but fun, low-key, costume-optional parties. The kind where you laugh a lot, dance a little bit more, and maybe get fake married.

You see, I once had someone tell me, in reference to attendance of a university event, that they had assumed I'd be going because that was my "thing." I wondered if my thing meant social gatherings, or on-campus events, and was it a bad thing? And then I thought, WAIT, regardless of whatever was meant, I like having fun. And I'm pretty sure having fun isn't bad.

Then again, I could be totally wrong. But if fun is wrong, then baby, I don't wanna be right.

Boys & Girls

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 02:06:00 +0000

Oh Martin Solveig, I love you and your quirky videos.

And the dance sequence with mannequins. I really love that.

And then I'll grow up, I suppose.

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 06:20:00 +0000

Since about age five I've done little other than be a student, but in six months I'll be an adult, I guess. Or someone posing as an adult because really, being an adult sounds so stuffy and boring.

In six months I'll listen to a lot of speakers commending me on my four years of work and telling me I have such potential in the world. I'll walk across a large stage in the basketball arena and try not to break into the fight song. People will clap. There will be an unnecessary amount of photos taken of myself holding a diploma and wearing a robe that makes just about everyone look terrible. I'm sure there'll be hugging, laughing and maybe just a little bit of crying.

I'll take my parents all around campus, showing them my favorite spots; the giant vents I jumped off freshman year when I almost broke my ankle, all for the sake of a photo, my favorite spot to study in the library, and the Performance Hall, one of the coolest buildings on campus. We'll drive down to Federal Ave and 100 East to eat and see where my favorite place to listen to jazz used to be. And of course we'll eat ice cream followed by two of us complaining of stomach aches due to that pesky lactose intolerance we always seem to temporarily forget. After there will be packing of many things, donations to the thrift store and a whirlwind of emotions. When the car is ever-so-professionally packed (the dynamic duo have a lot of practice at this), I'll drive. Somewhere. Somewhere yet to be decided.

I know I'll be happy wherever I end up (Of course fingers are VERY much so crossed for the City) but I'll certainly never forget this place. I learned a lot, laughed a lot and finally figured out which directions the mountains face (It's a trick question. They face both ways). I met a lot of people, some I liked and some I didn't, and refined my dance moves and ability to make any theme into a really great themed party. I learned how to live with females that aren't my sisters, that I wasn't meant to eat "college" food and the importance of snow tires. And somewhere in between I also learned a little bit about myself.

But the best part? That's the part that comes next, the part I don't know.

Are You Kidding Me?

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 07:03:00 +0000

This cocktail hat is beautiful. And gorgeous.

No, it's better than that.

This is whatever is better than beautiful and gorgeous.

Perfect for a New Year's Eve Party, no?

[hat via UO]

Just because.

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 03:14:00 +0000

[Image via: k.james on Flickr]

A week of costumes, Part II

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 01:51:00 +0000

Halloween is quickly becoming one of my favorite holidays. As if it wasn't obvious enough.

Friday, Zombies

Saturday, Twitter

A week of costumes

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 03:08:00 +0000

Halloween is too much fun to only last one day.

Monday: Punk rocker, I guess. Or just

someone in cheetah pants with big hair.

I've had people tell me

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 03:55:00 +0000

... I'm anal retentive, on the verge of obsessive compulsive, and all sorts of other ways of saying I'm obnoxious with my organization.

But I just don't see it.

Colette Patterns

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Sun, 25 Oct 2009 17:05:00 +0000

Paying $16 for a pattern seems a bit steep for me, especially being a college student and everything, but these might just be the prettiest things I've seen.

Image via Colette Patterns

The perfect music for a fall day

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 18:30:00 +0000

Jaymay - "Autumn Fallin"

Bowling can get pretty intense sometimes

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Fri, 23 Oct 2009 22:25:00 +0000

Happy smiles all around, before the competitive sides came out.

I still couldn't break a hundred.

Sorry for cutting off the top of your noggin, J.

La Tienda, Idaho Border

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 04:39:00 +0000

Drives and overpriced root beer,

and only taking photos where you're mid-laughter.

Utah Brazilian Festival

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Thu, 22 Oct 2009 04:29:00 +0000

The Gateway, Salt Lake City

9.18.09

Vieux-Québec

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Wed, 14 Oct 2009 02:09:00 +0000

I came across this photo today, one I took over the summer while we were in Québec City. More than anything it made me want to sit and people-watch, eat crepes, and visit art vendors.

Maybe this weekend when I'm not thinking about school? But then again, maybe not.

Piano Stairs

noreply@blogger.com (Miss B) — Thu, 08 Oct 2009 21:15:00 +0000

Piano Stairs, or:
Reason #354 Why I love art
and
Reason #215 Why anything from Europe is really neat

[video via ignant via swissmiss]