That's A Wrap

This is one of my favorite endings to a season ever. Kudos to Bill Lawrence (creator of Scrubs) for finding a unique way to wrap things up.

In this final scene, J.D. fantasizes about the future.


Song: The Book of Love by Peter Gabriel
Episode: 8x18: My Finale

The Highlighted Life

After 18 years of schooling, here are some things my estimated $150,000 education taught me:
1. I’m not allowed to own highlighters.
2. Highlighting an entire page defeats the purpose of highlighting in the first place.
3. Highlighting everything BUT the important lines is not an effective way to study either.
4. The Blue highlighter is soothing to the eyes, and therefore helps you retain the information better.
5. Pink highlighters mean “Party time!,” on the page that is.
6. Orange and Green should not have been made into highlighters, they’re just awkward colors.
7. Neon Yellow is, and will always be, my favorite.
8. Skinny highlighters make me feel more studious.
9. There is nothing more satisfying than seeing a page or study guide covered in different colored highlights.
10. Top 10 lists are always a classy way to conclude an era.

I should have paid more attention to Home Alone…

After getting my eyebrows waxed, my sister and I made our way to make-up madhouse Sephora. A day of beauty commences!

Their stores have tons of stations with cotton balls, make-up remover, and rubbing alcohol, so you can play with make-up all day.

While walking around the store I decide it would be a good idea to clean my eyebrows-- keep in mind they’ve just been waxed. I was not thinking things through. I took a cotton ball, put rubbing alcohol on it, and then proceed to swipe it across my brow. Yeah, putting rubbing alcohol on the part of my face that has just had a million hairs ripped from their follicles was a brilliant idea.

What then followed was the scene from Home Alone where Macaulay Culkin puts on his dad’s aftershave and begins screaming… the day of beauty ceases.

Do You Trust Me?

Whenever I sign up for something online, or buy concert tickets online, there is always a security code: A random bunch of letters and numbers thrown together, that I must retype into a little box, so the computer thinks I’m not a machine (ironic?).

I would just like to say, as a dyslexic, I hate that stupid box. I find myself rechecking the letters three or four times to make sure I didn’t mess up the non-word. Why can’t the Internet just trust me? I’m a real person.

A Gaythering Storm

"They'll dance at us...and it'll be choreographed. It's be good."

A Gaythering Storm from Jane Lynch

Physiology of a Hot Beverage

When playing against a hot drink in the game of life, I never win. Ever.

It’s Monday morning. The air outside is brisk and the temperature is just cold enough that walking into a coffee shop and ordering a steaming cup of anything, is a good idea. I go up to the counter and order a small hot chocolate. Baby steps…I’ve been burned before.

However, as soon as that small paper cup is filled with liquid goodness, I accept this little beverage back into my life, all is forgiven! I take a small cautionary sip. Nothing happens. Victory!

At this point I get too cocky and take a larger sip. Not to self: stay humble. Realizing my mistake only after I’ve taken the gulp, the scalding hot chocolate is making it’s way down my tongue and throat, talking out everything in it’s way (my taste buds included).

This is why I order smoothies in the dead of winter.

Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs

One of my favorite childhood books is now being made into a movie. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I mean they didn't even ask for my permission.